A/N: Hey! I just wanted to clear a few things up before the story goes on, because I got a review about it. This is just if you were wondering how Erik and Emilia don't reconize each other. First, Erik doesn't exactly look like the lanky boy he was back then. Second, they didn't know that either of them had mutations, because they never spoke of what they did in the doctors. It was just too hard for them to speak of all the torture they were being put through. Third, Emilia and Erik aren't very common-ish names, but they never mentioned their last names to each other. If you look back a few chapters you can see that Emilia never said her last name. So just in case you had an odd feeling about that, there you go.:)
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: First class or anything dealing with X:Men. I only own Emilia.:D
So! On with the story!
"IT'S A FIRE, THERE'S A FIRE. WAKE UP EMILIA WAKE UPPPPPPP!"
I screamed as I pushed the cover off of me and jumped out of the bed. "Fire? WHERE? WHERE!" I screamed as I looked around widely. I quickly looked over to where all the noise was coming from. My phone was vibrating against the bedside table, nearly bouncing off the table from the shaking. "I REALLY have to get that thing changed," I growled as I shut the alarm off angrily. I mumbled incoherent words as I bumped into the wall. "What the hel- WHEN DID THIS WALL GET HERE?" I screamed as I took a quick intake of my surroundings. I was in a fairly fancy room, much like a room in an expensive hotel. There was a humongous bed in the far corner of the room layered with soft red drapes trimmed with black. An ebony nightstand was placed next to it with a small drawer; a modern digital alarm clock rested on top of it. A giant window with red translucent drapes looked out to a beautiful garden filled with flowers of every shade of color. I saw a door next to it, which I assumed was a closet, and opened it. I stared in the normal closet for a while. I closed it and turned to see a humongous painting of a flower next to the door that led out to what I guessed was a hallway. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Where AM I? I quickly stumbled out of the room and looked around. I walked towards the lighter end and entered a room made for relaxation seeing as there were many couches and televisions. "H-hello?" I asked into the room.
"Ms. Emilia!" I jumped at the voice behind me.
"Heavens, you scared me there," I put a hand over my franticly beating heart.
"Oh, I didn't mean to. How are you feeling?" Charles asked. "You were quite scared of me yesterday."
"I-I was? You must have scared me," I brought up the recent memory, lying about my past.
"Ah, I see," he nodded, but he seemed to smirk. "Come, let's discuss some things over a late breakfast," he guided me to the cafeteria with a hand on my shoulder.
"I have a request to make. You see, there is a man named Sebastian Shaw and he's bent on starting World War 3. He has a group of mutants already accompanying him and I was wondering, will you join me and help me stop him?" he took a moment to watch my reactions.
"Do you have to ask Charles? I know you can read my mind," I crossed my arms and leaned back on the chair.
"I know," he chuckled. "Welcome to the team, Emilia," he stretched his hand over to me. I grasped it and shook it quickly. I got up, stretching and looked over to him. "Can you lead me to a bathroom; I want to take a quick shower before I do anything else."
"Sure, follow me," he nodded and quickly moved towards the hallway. After passing many rooms, he led me to a white door that stood out against all the other auburn doors. "Here it is, everything you need is in there. I'll leave a set of clothes for you in your room," he waved at the door across from the bathroom.
"Thank you Charles," I smiled as I entered the bathroom. "One more thing, if I may ask."
He looked at me and nodded for me to go on.
"He's Erik, isn't he?" I looked at him, smiling weakly. "The one from my past."
He looked at me in surprise before putting a hand on my shoulder. "He is, and I'm glad you know."
I sighed happily as I closed the door, unable to stop smiling.
Erik…
I took a quick shower and quickly wiped myself dry. I grabbed a fluffy bathrobe and put it on before opening the door. Right when I walked out I bumped into someone. "Sor-," I met vibrant blue eyes as I gasped. Erik looked at me and my attire in surprise. "A-ah…" I quickly pulled the bathrobe closer to body and blushed. "Excuse me," I whispered and ran towards my room, nearly getting lost along the way. I slammed the door closed after making it safely inside. I breathed heavily as I leaned against the door. I quickly dressed in the new clothes I found stacked neatly on top of my bed. A baggy black shirt with a silver eagle design imprinted in the middle with jean shorts fairly similar to mine. I looked in the mirror; it looked like I wasn't wearing any pants if it wasn't for the barely visible hem of the shorts. I brushed my hair with my hands and stepped out of the room. I let out a deep breath of air, trying to rid my mind of stress. In the process, I accidentally heated the hallway a few temperatures higher. "Woops," I laughed. I rubbed my eyes as I went back to the relaxation room. I plopped myself down a black leather couch before noticing a few files on the table. I flipped through quite a few pages, skimming some information now and then till I saw a picture that made my breathing quicken. I growled at the man in the picture. Black hair slicked back with a striped suit. He was smiling menacingly at the photographer. "We meet again, don't we doctor," I growled as I read through his information quickly. It stated he died a few years ago in some sort of accident. Knowing that I should have been relieved, but after all the things he's done to me, I felt like I should have been the cause of his demise. His partner while working in the concentration camps was Klaus Schmidt (whose current location is unknown.)
"I see you've found the C.I.A's files," a voice sounded behind me. "It's not much is it?" Erik glared at the papers in front of me. I nodded silently and closed the flimsy folder.
"Erik, do you know who I am?" I asked quietly as I stood up. I walked around the couch to stand in front of him.
"Emilia, a mutant who manipulates heat, why?" he looked at me curiously.
"Erik…," I mumbled as I stared at the floor. I took his hand before dropping something into his hands. A moment of silence passed as he stared at the small item in his hands. Then, he looked at me…
