A/N: Here is my fix it fic for Shang-Chi. I saw Shang Chi some time ago and decided Wenwu needed a second chance. So here is my fix it fic. Not sure how it will go here but hey you don't know if you try!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Rayne.

Spirit Dreams

Rayne

Jolting awake, 20 year old Rayne Fraser sat up ramrod straight and let out a strangled noise. She picked up her phone off of her bedside table to check the time. It was 4:00am in the morning, fantastic. Letting out a long groan, she dropped her phone back onto the beside table.

This was the second time this week that this happened. It was the part of her 'gift' that she hated the most. Her mutation mostly functioned on energy of all different kinds. Even spiritual energy.

She was unsure of how it worked exactly, but sometimes she had bizarre dreams of people she didn't know and usually they always wanted help of some kind. She never how to help them or what they even were.

Usually the professor was able to help her make them stop but this one felt…different.

This one was so insistent, and she could feel the sadness and fear in her dream it was so strong. Hell, she could still feel it now. This woman, whoever she was, was begging for her help to save somebody from something. Whatever it was, it was driving her fucking crazy and she had no idea what to do about it.

Well, she could talk to the professor about it but she wasn't quite sure what good that would actually do. He tried to help her he really did but it didn't do a whole hell of a lot about anything. He was probably only person that she could actually still call an ally in this place. Well, him and Logan but Logan was long ass gone.

Even by mutant standards, everybody thought her powers were weird and they made sure to let her know that each and every time they got a chance to. It was all kinds of infuriating.

Part of her really want to do whatever she could to get the fuck out of this place and just start over.

Sighing softly, she ran a hand through her sweaty, messy dark hair. She flopped back down into her and tried to get comfortable. She decided the best option would be to try and get more sleep and then decide what to do about whatever this was.

Several Hours Later

Rayne cracked open her silver-grey eyes and let out long suffering groan. Her head was killing her. It was an unfortunate side effect of the 'spirit dreams' as she called them. Running a hand over her freckled face, she tried to gather the energy necessary to drag her sorry ass out of bed.

It took a few minutes, but she finally managed to crawl out of bed and to the bathroom. After she cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth, she exited the bathroom in a towel and started going through her drawers for something to wear.

Considering she was probably doing nothing again today, she settled on a tank top and sweat pants. If she was fucking miserable she was going to be comfortable while she was.

After getting dressed, she dealt with her unruly hair. Once that was done, she gave herself a once over and decided that it was as good as it was going to get. She didn't consider herself out right ugly but not super pretty either. Her favorite feature was her bright sliver eyes. She considered her face be regular, with a regular nose with a with a light dusting of freckles on the ridge and a regular nose. She wasn't a size four by any stretch of the imagination either but she wasn't huge either.

Letting out a soft sigh, she left her room and in search for something to eat. She rarely left her room anymore unless she had to. Call her a hermit but she was just so sick of dealing with everybody's bullshit.

Reaching the living room, she hoped that she could managed to pass the living room without alerting anybody to her presence. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky. A bunch of male students were playing Xbox in the living room and they all stopped and gave her dirty looks as she passed by. One even had the gall to whisper the word 'freak' under his breath.

Talk about a bunch of hypocrites. She rolled her silver eyes and flipped them all the bird in response.

'Fucking assholes' She thought in aggravation.

Making her way to kitchen, she started preparing herself some breakfast. She decided on cereal and milk. It was the easiest thing to make and she was still feeling pretty miserable.

Going on her tip toes, she started rooting through the cupboards for some cereal. Being 4'11'' was such a pain in the ass. She had trouble reaching everything.

After finding some Lucky Charms, she went to the fridge and started looking for some milk. As she did this, she thought about her 'spirit dream' and the woman who was in the dreams. She sounded so desperate and sad. She just couldn't get it out of her head. She didn't remember much but she knee that the woman was begging her to help somebody.

Suddenly, as she picked the milk up out of the fridge, she felt a kind presence and it made all hair on her body stand up on end. A kind and gentle voice started speaking inside of her head.

Please, you must help him. I need you to help him.

She damn near jumped out of her skin and dropped the milk on the floor.

What in the HELL was that?!

Please, he is going to make a grave mistake and I need you to stop him before it's too late.

She froze, she had no idea what the hell to do and what the voice was. It was scaring her.

Macau, China. Fear not, I will guide you when I can.

Suddenly, the voice and the presence were gone and she was left standing with a carton of milk in her hand confused and scared as all fuck. She put the milk on the counter and tried to think as rationally as possible.

There was a huge possibility that she was hallucinating from lack of sleep or her powers were malfunctioning on her or something. She started putting her breakfast together deep in thought.

Maybe this was something that she should go to the professor with, if her powers were malfunctioning it wasn't a good thing. On the other hand, if it was all in her head, she didn't want to give the assholes in this place any more ammunition than they already had.

She decided against telling the professor and decided instead to a little research on her own.

Maybe if she did that and found out what was so special about Macau, China and the voice would just go away.

Maybe then she could just live her miserable life in peace.

For some reason, she didn't think she would ever be that lucky.