AN: Another chapter, I'm going to switch between third and first person POV

Third POV

"The CIA has had her locked up for how long?" Erik asked.

"Six months, more or less," Charles replied.

"And we're only finding out about her now?"

The two of them continued down the long hallway, Charles could feel Erik's mind wrestling with ideas, most angry and bitter, but did not pry to see what he was actually thinking.

"You the mutants?" A gruff voice called to them. Erik and Charles looked up to the man in a suit, only the latter hiding his expression of disgust.

"Yes, so I believe you know why we've come?"

The man nodded, though froze momentarily when he saw the cold look Erik was giving him. Then, with a small shudder, he turned back to Charles.

"I've got to warn you again, though; this mutant is not one to be messed with. Every agent and scientist we've sent in has sworn never to go back,"

Neither men seemed the least bit surprised. In fact, Charles could feel the excitement growing inside him and let a grin slip onto his face.

"Thank you, but I assure you; we can handle ourselves. Shall we?"

After a moment of hesitance, the agent let out a hmph, and gestured for the two men to follow him.

Erik and Charles were led down several narrow halls and down elevators until they found themselves stepping into the basement. Which, appeared to be only one room, sealed off with a large metal door.

Charles could feel Erik sigh at the sight of it, most likely planning a possible emergency escape route.

"I'll have to send someone down with the key, but for now, feel free to look in through that window. It's one sided, so you can see it but it can't see you,"

After a long period of silence Erik finally broke, head snapping to the agent. "It?" He repeated, though with much more venom.

The agent jumped back in surprise, and when his glare did not falter he quickly moved back into the elevator.

"You'll find out for yourself soon enough," He practically squeaked, pressing down on a button until the elevator doors finally closed.

"She doesn't look like much." Erik said harshly. "She's just a girl for gods sake,"

Charles shook his head.

"You're underestimating her Erik. I can feel her in here," he tapped his temple once.

"She's powerful, I can tell you that much. I can't get much else though," Charles's forehead crinkled with concentration.

"Her mind is blocked; it's as if she has a wall in her head,"

The girl looked up and straight at Erik. It was as if their eyes connected for a moment, but he knew that was impossible. She couldn't know they were there, the guard had said as much. And then she looked back down and Erik felt himself relax.

The door opened up again and a different man stepped through. This one had a definitive security look to him. He was at least five inches taller than Erik and he was build like a wall, wide and thick.

"Come with me," Both men took a step towards him but he pointed to Erik. "Only you, the telepath waits here," the guard stated.

The two mutants shared an uneasy look. Go Erik heard Charles's voice in his head. If anything happens just call for me with your mind, I'll keep an ear out for you. Erik nodded in understanding and followed the guard through the open door.

The man led him down another hallway and Erik memorized the turns they took. Left, right, right, left. He kept track of the paintings on the walls so he would have recognizable landmarks if anything went wrong. The guard opened a door and held it open for Erik.

Erik took a tentative step into the room and the guard closed the door behind him. It was decorated in various shades of light yellow that jumped from the wallpaper to the curtains to the tablecloth. There was a small square table in the center of the room. On it was two cups, a tea pot and various biscuits. He was pleased to feel that the serving tray and all of the light fixtures were metal. Perched on the window bench was the girl from the training room.

"Have a seat," She said. She motioned to the table and Erik sat down in one of the high backed wooden chairs. Her accent, he noticed, suggested she hailed out of Oxford. Not that he was an expert on that sort of thing, Charles was better at guessing where people were from. She walked towards him and picked up the tea pot, poured some into his cup and sat down.

"Biscuits?"

"No. I'm here to discuss-"

"I know what you are here to discuss." She said as she dropped a cube of sugar into her cup. "You are going to sit and have afternoon tea with me. Alright?"

"Look-" And then he couldn't say another word. His mouth was stuck in place. The mutant girl was looking directly at him; her eyes were a toxic shade of green and glowing. They were wide, yet distant and guarded almost. Her eyes aged her. Erik tried to access his powers but that part of his brain was blocked. He felt color rise in his cheeks as anger diffused through his capillaries.

"You are going to play nice for a little while so we can drink tea. Are we clear?" He felt his head move up and down in a nod but he was absolutely sure he was not controlling his body.

"Excellent." She said loudly. And whatever hold she had on him was released. Erik gulped for breath, as if he had just broken the surface of the water. The girl was calmly stirring another cube of sugar into her tea.

"What did you do to me?" He asked angrily.

She glanced up from the brown liquid and raised an eyebrow. "You didn't exactly do your research before you came here, did you? I simply took control of the motor functions in your brain. Simple really,"Erik glared at her.

The light fixtures and the serving tray with the biscuits began to vibrate violently. He wanted to show this girl what he was capable of; he wanted very much to frighten her.

"No use showing off," She said calmly, as if the light fixtures shook seemingly of their own accord every day. "I know exactly what you can do Mr. Lehnsherr. No need to show off," The shaking stopped and Erik scowled.

"Are you quite done?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied in a clipped tone.

"Excellent. Now, Mr. Lehnsherr, I expect you have questions,"

"How can you do that?"

She put her cup down, the china tinkled against the wood of the table. "Control. I am not more powerful than your telepathic friend; I simply have been honing my control for years. I can control anything with a mind,"

Erik was not sure if he was excited about her power, she could certainly help them a great deal if she joined them against Shaw, or if he was terrified.

She chuckled, "You have nothing to be afraid of Mr. Lehnsherr,"

"Stay out of my head," He said roughly.

"Alright. Drink your tea before it gets cold. It's not poisoned or anything. If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it already,"

Erik scowled again and picked up his teacup. He took a quick sip of the liquid and found it pleasantly warm and spicy. When he looked back at the girl across the table her eyebrow was raised and her lips were curled upwards in a smile. He waited for a moment before he took another sip, waiting to see if there was going to be some sort of mal effect. When there wasn't he took another sip.

"Who are you?"

"Your friend really wants to me. Shall I call the guard to unlock the door to let him in?" She said changing the subject.

A smirk graced Erik's lips, though the humor was dry and bitter instead of warm. "Why wait?" He mused.

Erik raised his hand vertically to the metal door and without so much of blink, ripped it from its hinges and threw it into the hallway. It hit the far wall with a loud bang and shudder that could have been heard from miles away. Charles entered the room.

"So you're a telepath as well?" Charles asked.

"Not quite," the woman said.

"Then what are you?" Charles spoke to the woman.

"Give me your hand Mr. Lehnsherr," the woman said.

Erik reluctantly gave the woman his hand. Suddenly the table started quivering in front of him.

"Erik..." Charles said trailing off.

His eyes drifted from the woman's face, to the table. Frowning, he wondered if he was the one causing it to shake. However, when it was lifted into the air until it hit the ceiling with a small noise, instead of remaining motionless as he'd commanded with his raised hand, he knew.

"It's not me..." He trailed off.

There was a gentle tug on his hand, bringing his eyes back to down to the woman in front of him. It was in that moment he knew. Though seemingly impossible, it had to be true.

"It's her,"

Dead silence surrounded them once more. After a brief pause, Erik ripped his hand from hers', and watched as the table came floating back down, not so gently this time.

Charles' mind was hectic, buzzing for an explanation to what was happening. Raising a hand to his temple, he looked through the minds of the agents upstairs, the facility's doctor, Erik and, with all the more hesitance, the woman. He inwardly gasped at how many blank spots there were elements of time missing. He did, however, manage to grasp onto the image of something the girl had just seen. His eyes widened as he witnessed the analysis of cells, and how she had felt them closely, and understood them, though they were not her own. He'd found his answer.

"She's... she can replicate other mutations. The process is truly confusing, and impossible... but remarkable,"

Erik could not hide his surprise at his words. Never had he ever heard of anyone obtaining such a mutation. Could it be, that with this ability, she could be more powerful that himself... or Shaw, even?

"Could you get out of my head now, please?"

"You tried to go further, I could feel it," she said.

"Yes, well, you have done a marvelous job blocking me. Might I ask, how?" Charles asked.

She didn't answer.

Almost immediately Charles dropped the hand from his head, allowing it to hang loosely on his side. For the first time since the two had met, Erik found his friend stumbling for words.

"My name is Charles-"

"I know,"

Charles began to take a step forward, in attempt to catch her eyes. Erik gave him a mental warning to halt, and he did so.

We don't know her, Charles. She can't be trusted.

Yet, was Charles half-hearted response.

"What is your name?" Charles asked softly.

There was a long pause. So long, that Charles began to raise his hand to his temple again. Before he could, however, the woman angled her face slightly so that she could look him in the eye.

"Adele," She answered.

Before either men could react, she began to shake.

Erik's POV

"Charles, who is she exactly?"

"Adelaide, Adelaide Richter"

"Adelaide?" Erik stared at her motionless body intensely.

"Do you know her?" Charles asked, looking at him as he drove.

"I-I doubt it. Probably a different Adelaide," Erik pulled his eyes away from her as he stared in front of him. Thoughts ran across his mind. What if she really WAS the Adelaide he knew.

"You'll know when she wakes up," Charles answered his mental question without looking at him.

"Right," Erik nodded stiffly.

AN: I was hoping for more reviews but thanks to all the people who favorited and followed the story.