I am so glad that people are already reading this story. I'd been afraid that it wouldn't get as much attention as my Twilight fics. Thanks to all my readers. Now, here's the first chapter.

Moira

I clambered out from the underground chamber, breathing heavily and trying to come to terms with what I'd seen. It was the most terrific display of mutant powers, not that I'd ever seen any before. Still, I'd have to be an idiot to not recognise the potential for danger down there. And the earthquake that had followed; surely it must have been felt nearly over the world. I wondered if anyone would connect the tremors with mutants.

At any rate, I needed to get back to HQ and deliver the report. Surely, they would believe me now, when I say that some mutants were a threat to the system and others could help us. But, I knew the chances of them taking me seriously were low. Thanks to the gap in my memories from eight years ago, it was hard for me to get anyone to listen to me. Even worse, my superiors refused to tell me anything about the incident and I couldn't find any official report on the case that I had supposedly been in charge of. I knew they were aware of whoever was responsible for my amnesia, but they wouldn't even give me a name.

So, I needed to talk to someone who was learned in the topic of mutants; maybe someone who was a mutant themselves. The only name that came to mind was Professor Charles Xavier, a well-known mutant who used to be a professor at Oxford. He now had his own school in his mansion at West Chester. Not many civilians knew that; it was a government secret. And his expertise was in genetic mutations. It would be an understatement to say I was a huge fan of his work. But, I had no idea how to get in touch with him.

Charles

A sharp breath escaped me as I gazed at the woman, deep in thought about the earthquake. "What is it? What do you see?" Hank asked, leaning against the console of Cerebro. "It's her," I breathed out. "Moira." Hank's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Moira? Moira McTaggert?" He asked incredulously. "Give me the details." I shook my head in wonder. "She looks amazing. She's barely aged a day." Hank rolled his eyes in exasperation and I caught something along the lines of 'Lovesick fool,' in his thoughts. "Not her!" He exclaimed. "I mean what does the CIA want with this?"

I didn't, couldn't, take my eyes of the auburn-haired beauty. Neither did I pay too much attention to her thoughts, choosing only to hear enough that would serve my purpose. "She's going back to Langley... to deliver a report," I relayed carefully to Hank. "I'm going to go there; see what the CIA knows about this earthquake." Hank scoffed. "Yeah, and you wanna go see Moira," he teased, obviously suppressing his laughter. "I want to go check her out," I mumbled thoughtlessly, then immediately corrected myself. "I want to go check out the situation." I cleared my throat to hide my embarrassment, all too aware of Hank's smug expression. "Moira McTaggert, huh?" He mused, amusement still evident in his tone. "It's like a ghost from the past," I whispered, as I looked on at the woman who had stolen my heart, whose memories I had stolen.

Hank

I watched Charles carefully as we returned to the upper levels of the school. He hid it, but I could see how much it still hurt him every single day to be apart from Moira. I had often wondered if he would still have gone along with his plan if he hadn't fallen in love with her. I could never quite bring myself to ask him, though I suspected he knew, even if he never said anything. For some reason, my mind turned back to that brief period five years ago. Those days when Charles had been too depressed to cope with his telepathy, choosing instead to give it up in favour of regaining the use of his legs. He had been suffering from the heart-breaking loss of his best friend's betrayal, his sister's drastic change of heart and character, and most of all, losing Moira. The idea of the school for mutants had been abandoned after Alex and Sean left. The two had never come to know how their beloved teacher had fared. They had also not known what had happened to Moira, neither did they ever ask him. Somehow, they sensed it was not a matter to be intervened in. They had asked questioned me several times, but I could never bring myself to tell them Charles' secret.

No one knew, of course, but at times, he had actually considered killing himself, if only to escape the pain, a fact which he had divulged to me in a drunken stupor. At those instances, it wasn't the thought of Raven that pushed him to keep going, like he had told Logan, but rather, knowing that Moira was still out there, even if he could never see her again.

And now, there was a chance for them to be together again, if only Charles would allow it, which somehow, I think he would. At least, I hoped he would. Because really, Charles had done more for mutants and humans alike than anyone alive. He always hoped for the best and somehow, he even brought out the best in everyone, even the most selfish people there could be, if they just let him try. So, if anyone deserved to be happy, it was Charles Xavier.

I'm sure you noticed the reference to 'Days Of Future Past.' Read and Review, please.