Doyle0951, I'm glad you like the powers. And actually, the dog is going to play a very big part in this series at some point. Maybe not this story, but I know he's going to have a big role a some point. Artemis Wolfe, I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I don't think I'll be pairing Effie/Charles together, because I have other plans for her, but I might make it a love triangle between Moira/Charles/Mari (a character that I will be introducing next chapter), so hopefully that will be just as likable. And I'm glad that I'm keeping Charles & Erik in character. I think that's a very important thing when writing fan fics. So, thank you. ChibiCupCakeChild & Snowspell, As I stated earlier in the chapter, it was written at one in the morning, so I was just trying to make it coherent. I promise, once I get farther a long in the story, I'll probably re-write it, and make it longer. Artisticsoul2013, 1.) I hate stories that are slash, not because I have anything against people like that, but because usually it's completely out of character. 2.) I have thought about that, and, as stated earlier, I think I might make it Moira/Charles/Mari, and see where that takes me. 3.) you should write one, I think you could do a very good job.

Now thanks to everyone who's reading this; here's the next chapter (which was 1,239 words before I added the author's notes and stuff), so I hope you guys like it!

CHAPTER THREE;
THE REC ROOM

It was now early afternoon, as they made the drive to the CIA headquarters. Effie had slept most of the way, but she had managed to wake up just in time to see the building come up over the horizon.

She gave a small frown as she gazed at the building. It seemed so … bland, for something the CIA would have. But, then again, she hadn't really had anything to base her ideas off of, and when Effie was able to imagine something out of virtually nothing … well, she knew better then to expect what she truly though when that kind of thinking happened.

"Well, here we are," said Charles, as the car slowed down to a stop. Despite its blandness, Effie couldn't help but stare up in awe.

"Come on," Erik said in annoyance, "Let's go."

Effie snapped out of her thoughts, and quickly climbed out of the car, following behind the two older mutants as they went through the double doors. Inside wasn't much; it reminded her much of the high school she had gone to, with the curvy ramp, leading up to one of the many corridors of the maze like place. Except Charles & Erik didn't take her the ramp. Instead, they headed straight for the back of the building, heading through a smaller hallway. Officers had stopped in their tracks, watching as the three mutants made their way through. Some had disgusted looks on their face, like they had smelled something awful. Others had smirks plaster on their face, and Effie could see it in their eyes that they were working on plans on how to make her life miserable. It wouldn't be hard; those stares were enough to make the small blonde feel uncomfortable.

While walking down the hallway, a pretty brunette started walking beside Charles. Her business attire suggested that she was someone important.

"Oh good, there you two are. Is this her," The woman asked. Charles nodded with a smile on his face.

"Yes. And her gift is amazing. I didn't even think it was possible for someone to be able to bring art to life. Yet, here she is!"

Effie didn't like being talked about as if she weren't there. Even if it was coming from Charles, and man that she knew she was to respect. Still, she didn't like feeling like a child.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Moira," he said, turning his attention back to the blonde, "this is Effie Winchester. Effie, this is Agent Moira MacTaggert, with the CIA."

"Hello. It's nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Hello," was the only response she got from Agent MacTaggert; this woman certainly was direct and formal. The woman said goodbye to Charles, and gave a small nod to Erik, before heading off in another direction.

Charles, Erik, & Effie continued going down the hallway, until they reached a small set of double doors. Charles held them open, while Erik and Effie walked through the doors. The hallway went out only a few yards, before turning right.

"This is where you'll be sleeping," Charles said as they turned the corner. He pointed to a small hallway that seemed to connect about ten rooms to each other.

"And this," he said, pointing to the room in front of them, "is the Rec Room. If you ever need a place to be, that's not your room, this is it."

They went through the double doors, and this time Effie was greeted by a small square room. There were sofas on one side, and a table on the other, and against the walls were all sorts of things – a pinball machine, a refrigerator, as well as many other things.

But Effie was distracted, when she saw a blonde girl looking up at her. Effie felt bad, because she could tell that she had probably interrupted a conversation she was having with the boy sitting next to her. He had mousy, brown hair, and his hazel eyes covered with big, thick-rimmed glasses.

"Raven," Charles said to the blonde girl, "This is Effie Winchester. She's another recruit. I want you and Hank to make her feel welcomed. Can you do that?"

The blonde girl nodded, and Charles smiled once again.

"Splendid! Effie, this is my younger sister, Raven."

"Now, " he called out as he headed out the door, "Erik and I are off to go find another mutant."

With that, Charles & Erik left the room, leaving Effie alone with Raven and the other mutant.

"We don't bite," Raven said with a smile as she waved Effie over to the sofa. Effie slowly set down her two bags – one filled with cloths, and the other filled with her art supplies – and walked over to the sofa.

"I'm Hank McCoy," the boy said. He reached out his hand as Effie sat down in one of the chairs. She gingerly shook it his hand.

"Effie Winchester…" she replied, a bit uneasily.

"So," Raven said, "if you don't mind me asking, what's your mutant power?"

Effie shifted around a bit in her seat. She didn't like to talk about her powers. Not after she had hidden them for so long. It was strange, having people know about them.

"I can … animate things," she said, trying to remember what Charles had told her on the car ride there, "I can make my art come to life. It's really nothing, but…"

The shocked expressions on Hank & Raven's faces were a mixture of shock and amazement. Though she didn't know why; her powers weren't anything big, like Charles's telepathy, or as cool as Erik's control of metals. It was simply … another form of art, to Effie. And that's the way she always saw it, even it if was a bit bothersome at times.

"What about you two," Effie eagerly asked, trying to get all the attention off of her, "What can you do?"

The smile on Raven's face faltered, and Hank looked down at the ground. Effie question was met with silence.

"I'm a shape shifter," Raven replied after a few seconds, transforming her body into the same blonde haired, hazel-gray eyed girl that Effie saw in the mirror each and every morning.

"That's amazing," Effie said with a smile. It truly was incredible. Effie couldn't even think of the amount of times where that power would've been useful to have.

"Yeah, well, it's not as exciting as it seems…" Raven said in defeat as she transformed back into her normal self.

Effie sat there, her brow furrowed, and head tilted to the side. How could any power as extraordinary as that not be exciting.

"And Hank here," Raven proudly said, patting the boy leg, "Is super strong and super fast."

"It's nothing really." Hank added, turning his head away so that no one could see his blushing cheeks.

"Oh I don't know," Effie said, "Being super strong seems pretty cool to me."

Yeah, I couldn't figure out a good way to end it, so it's kind of awkward. Sorry.

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