Sand was everywhere. In her hair, in her ears, down her shirt, down her pants, down… everywhere, sighing she brought a hand to her head but found no blood. Good sign, but that didn't deter from the pounding in her skull. She hoped she got the number of the damn truck that hit her. Sitting up, brown eyes surveyed the area around her, and every direction she looked in was the same.

Sand, north south east west, all covered in sand, sand dunes sand planes- nothing but sand.

Sighing she looked around closer to her and found a black drench coat clad German laying unconscious next to her a few feet away. Crawling in her direction, she bridged the small gap that separated them in seconds.

"Franz" she shook the girls shoulder and found her breathing normally, good sign, but that didn't stop the worry from eating a small hole in her chest. It was most likely she was drained from whatever it was that she just did, and would need time to recover.

Olivia loved the irony, of all places they landed, it was the desert, the one place her powers were absolutely useless, or more so the fact, her surrounding were useless. A few profanities left her mouth in some language she had learned as a child.

A few hours passed, and the sun was beginning to dip dangerously low in the sky. Olivia knew about desert climate, she had read about it during her studies, the air already held a chill when the sun was barely even below the first dune. The light left the small crater like shape they had landed in, no doubt caused by the bluish electric light that had formed around them, almost completely in the dark. The heat was escaping and the lack of sunlight on them made it cold impossibly fast. Dragging her counterpart up the little incline, she settled them both into a comfortable position and soaked in the sun's rays as they slowly disappeared over the horizon.

Just as the sun was completely down, Franziska began to stir. Her nearly black eyes had become a fair shade lighter, and her pale skin seemed a little healthier looking. Olivia looked curious at the change, making her theories in a matter of seconds. She knew what it was like to have the power trapped inside the body unable to get out, or chosen by the patron to not be let lose. It hurt, it was a constant struggle- it wanted escape. Franz's inability to get her power out most likely ate away at her health. Causing the discolorations and unhealthy diet… well the diet could also be from poverty.

"Wha… what happened? Where are we?" Franziska looked franticly around her, trying to place what had happened, but nothing fell into place. All she remembered was seeing her again, and wanting to scream… perhaps she did, her throat felt like sand paper. And speaking of sand, she had no idea where she was and why she was covered in said degraded rock.

"I was hoping you could tell me. We were in an alleyway in England one moment and then here in this sandy wasteland the next," her voice was smooth and held very little emotion other than perplexity.

"You act like you don't know, but you do… I can see it in your eyes!" she moved away from her companion and looked accusatorily at her, anger flashed and her blood boiled for a second time that day.

"I know nothing about your mutation, other than you are a class five, the highest and most powerful, but I am unaware of what that power is," she stood as well, speaking calmly, instantly settling the frayed nerves that had begun to get out of control.

For some God forsaken reason, Franziska believed her. She trusted her, yet she knew nothing about her. The older woman sat indifferently as Franz looked over her intently, eyes scanning like a machine to find a fault a lie or loop hole in her story.

"So Professor Experamintor…" "Xavier" "right, Xavier, sent you to find a 'category five' "class, close enough" "mutant without any back-up, or information on what I can actually do? Does the man want you dead?" Olivia laughed a little, crinkles appeared around her eyes and a few around her mouth, she had laugh lines all over her fairly good looking face that would never seem to fit on a woman with such power and air.

"No, not that I know of, Charles is very wise when choosing how we will ask mutants like us to join the school," she smiled again before her face fell impassive. "So you can teleport… why do I feel like I am missing a vital piece of your abilities here… your facial expression is not causing any comfort dear," her voice was the same as always holding a light teasing tone while still having a hint of seriousness.

"I can teleport yes… just… not only from place to place," she nibbled on her lip, having no idea why, she wanted Olivia's approval, and what she was about to tell her would no doubt make her angry.

"Yes, what else can you do?" she smiled again encouragingly.

"I can teleport… from time to time…" there was a small silence before Olivia spoke her eyes shifting back and forth while pointed at the ground trying to understand the information that was just handed to her. It was normal for others, mutant or non mutant, to take a while to absorb the idea of being in a different time period.

"So for all we know we could be in ancient Egypt right now?" her voice alight with something… not anger, fear, frustration or dread, but wonderment. Franz simply shook her head.

"That's amazing Franziska, that's simply brilliant," as she said the last word it dawned on her.

"You're English? But I thought you said the school was in the Americas?" she found it! A loop hole in her story! A falsehood she could never talk herself out of! The older woman remained calm.

"Yes, the school is in New York, which is in the Americas, but I am originally from England. I grew up in London, then I… traveled for a while," a sly, but non threatening smile came across her face, not truly one of happiness, like one would see of fond memories being replayed. No, more a look that of a resigned nature, accepting what happened, but not actually being happy with it. Before Franz could ask what that was all about, Olivia spoke again.
"You have no control over this amazing gift of yours?" Franz simply shook an affirmative yes.

"How long could it be before we move again?" Franz noticed she didn't say 'go home' or 'go back' just 'move.' She was a smart woman.

"I have no idea, a week, a month, a year. Or a matter of minutes, even seconds," she truly had very little handle on her power, and quite simply, had no idea when they would get back, if they ever did.

Olivia nodded in understanding and they began to settle down for the night. Olivia took first watch, and then Franz sat and looked out over the planes of sand for hours on end until the sun came up, when Olivia awoke. They left their little spot and headed west. Very little conversation was had, but Olivia made it clear she was not angry with the other mutant, simply worried.

"Look!" Olivia snapped her head in up as Franz's voice rung out, she followed the pointing of her finger to a good sized oasis not twenty feet from them. The brunette couldn't believe her eyes, in only a day they had found sufficient food and water.

"Astounding" she mumbled.

"A town could be nearby! Supplies and…"

"No," it was the most stern the older woman had been with her since they met a mere twenty four hours ago.

"What?" Franz looked at her counterpart as they approach the oasis; she halted her movements, looking at the woman in outrage and confusion.

"We could change the life of someone, and then change the flow of history, changing the future, it is too risky. We are not to have contact with any person from this time period, whichever it may be. It's bad enough we're taking food and water from here, we need not change anything else," she got to the murky water and examined it with a small frown, then sighed and looked at the younger girl.

"Now you get to see my gift," the water rose effortlessly from the pond and the dirt and grime filtered out of it. Pure clean water floated in its place, and began to take shape, it looked like a bowl. It froze solid in that shape, a large almost punch-bowl shape. Soon more water in the spring was cleaned and put into the bowl. Two simple cups made of ice were frozen and one floated to Franz.

Her eyes were transfixed on the floating objects, shock radiated through her.

"You can manipulate water?" her voice held awe, just as Olivia's did when she heard of Franz's power.

"Yes," her reply was simple and understated. They sat around and drank, getting the coconuts from the palm tree was an event all in itself, and ate the fruit, strange as it was, growing on vines in the bushes by the water.

It was nearly five Olivia would guess when she and Franz sat down under the shade of the palm, enjoying the warmth of the sun while contained under the cool of shade.

"I don't know rather to rush the story or take my time from the information you gave me,"

"A story? About who?" Franz looked curiously at her new friend and their eyes met.

"About me,"

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Second chapter up, hope you liked it! RnR please!