I'm back! So, originally this was just going to be a little filler chapter from Alex's POV, but it kind of got away from me and now we're up to 2,912 words.. But, anyways! I really enjoyed writing this chapter and like how it turned out. Thanks to Guest and Redsaber14 for requesting it! :D And thanks to Sheherzade for following and MusiqueGal for favoriting! It means SO much! :) I hope just posting my responses to your reviews is okay?

Reviews:

Guest: Thanks so much, lovely! I agree, Washout in the movies would be SO EPIC! I'm also really flattered that though Alex isn't your favorite, you still like my story. :) Making Alex like–able and more prominent was my goal! Thank you for requesting Alex's POV! Hope you enjoy it!

Redsaber14: Hello again, dearie! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I have done as you requested: Alex then Reader's POV. I hope you like it! XD

Sheherzade: AHHH! Thanks so much! I'm so, so glad you enjoyed it! As for this story (spoiler alert!) I'm sort of hoping to make this a three, possible four–part series (if you guys want?). I have an idea for a sequel that takes place between First Class and Days of Future Past. Then I'd do one for DoFP and maybe (after the movie comes out) one on X–Men: Apocalypse. I won't lie: I was STOKED to see that Lucas Till was coming back as Havok. And I agree, Alex should have been prominent in DoFP and what they did to Sean was just.. Ugh! Anyways, hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own.

Reader–insert Key: Your Name= Your Name, Y/E/C= Your Eye Color, Y/H/L= Your Hair Length, Y/H/C= Your Hair Color.

Alex's POV:

Three Hours Ago.

"Everyone who's nonessential, back up!" Y/N ordered.

From her tone of voice, Alex knew she was about to do something serious. He and Sean quickly backed up, while Hank and Moira continued to support the Professor. Y/N took a series of deep breaths before she closed her eyes and began moving her arms in circular motions; her expression intense. By now Alex recognized the expression. Eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly pursed; determination written in every aspect of her body. It was the one she wore when she was concentrating or thinking about something important... The expression that Alex found kind of cute. Not the time, Alex, he chastised himself.

He watched in fascination as the Professor's spilled blood slowly receded, flowing back into his wound. Then a small trail of water floated up from the ocean and settled on the wound, forming something like a water bandage; holding the blood in. Alex couldn't help his sharp intake of breath. He heard the others gasp as well.

"Y/N, keep doing what you're doing!" Hank said.

Y/N nodded. A crease formed in the middle of her forehead and she clenched her jaw, as if she was in pain. Then her eyes slammed shut. Alex didn't know how, but as he watched her, it was almost as if he could feel the power growing inside her. The scent of ocean air seemed to grow stronger, the waves seemed to crash harder against the shore, the sun seemed brighter and the ocean bluer. A large wave crashed, the water rushing along the sand. Instead of receding back to the ocean, it kept coming. It flowed rapidly across the sand, never straying from its course except to go around Y/N's feet. It began to travel up the Professor's boots and up the legs of his suit. It continued up to his torso, wrapping its way around his body. Hank and Moira slowly backed away, their expressions a mixture of shock and awe. With a loud yell, Y/N's eyes flew open and she thrust her arms out. Alex's breath caught in his throat.

Sure, Alex always thought Y/N was pretty. He was a guy, after all. He wasn't blind. But now.. He thought Y/N was stunning. Her Y/H/L, Y/H/C was flowing around her face as if a breeze had caught it, but there wasn't one. And her eyes.. They were unlike anything he had ever seen. It was like the ocean had been caught in the depths of her Y/E/C orbs. He could see the waves breaking and crashing within them. But what struck Alex the most was the power she seemed to exude. She was practically glowing. Then, as Alex looked closer, he realized she was glowing. A faint blue light made her skin and eyes shine. To sum it up: Y/N was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen. She truly deserved the name Ocea. Something in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He managed to pry his eyes away from Y/N to look at the Professor. Alex gasped. The transformation was complete; everything except the Professor's face was covered in water and he was levitating. At some point the Professor must have fallen unconscious; his eyes were closed and his face lax.

"We have to get him to a hospital." Y/N said.

Her voice startled Alex and sent shivers down his spine. It sounded multiplied; as if more than one Y/N was speaking at once. She sounded... Powerful.

Hank spoke up. "How?"

"Hang on," was her only reply.

She lowered her arms, and Alex felt his jaw drop. Y/N was holding up the Professor with just her mind. In one fluid movement, she turned and thrust her arms towards the sea. She slowly raised them up and a huge wall of water followed. Alex watched in speechless awe as Y/N swirled her arms and the wall of water bent toward them. The water bent downward and twisted, wrapping around them and forming a funnel. Alex knew what was about to happen.

"Everyone grab hands!" He said.

Nobody argued. Moira grabbed his left hand and Sean gripped his right. Hank wrapped his large hand around Sean's much smaller one. All of them began to rise into the air. Once they were at least two–stories high, Y/N began to propel them forward and across the water. Alex could only imagine the expressions on the faces of the humans inside the ships far below them. Alex estimated they must have traveled in the funnel for at least three hours. No one spoke the entire way. The only sounds that kept them company was the roaring water. Not once did Y/N seem to falter in direction. She didn't even ask Moira which way to go; it was like she already knew. Suddenly, Alex felt them start to descend; Y/N's arm motions slowing. Finally, Alex's feet hit solid concrete. They had made it to the private facility.

Y/N released the water. Alex expected it to hit the ground and flood the place, but it didn't. Instead, it exploded into a fine mist; almost like a wet, ocean breeze. Moira didn't waste any time; she ran through the doors of the facility. No sooner had she gone in, that she came running back out. A team of doctors followed her with a gurney and supplies. They were so focused on their work, they didn't seem to notice the group's appearance. Y/N carefully levitated the Professor onto the gurney. The water trickled off his body and evaporated, leaving the Professor completely dry.

"What happened?" One of the doctors asked.

Hank went into, what Alex called, 'science geek mode.' "GSW to the back. Bullet was removed on site. Loss of feeling in his legs. Bleeding was controlled in route, but the patient still suffered from shock and unconsciousness."

The doctor glanced up at Hank, then did a double–take. The rest of the staff froze; looking at the group of mutants in shock.

"Dr. Marcus, if you'll kindly remember: you owe me a favor and you have a bleeding patient on your gurney!" Moira said sternly.

That snapped them back into action. They quickly loaded the Professor up and rushed him inside; Moira, Hank, and Sean on their heels. Alex started to follow, but didn't hear Y/N's footsteps behind him. He turned to check on her. Y/N was still standing in the same spot. Alex noticed she was sickly pale; her eyes glassy and unfocused.

"Ocea.. You okay?" He asked worriedly, using his code name for her.

She didn't answer. As Alex watched, she began to sway unsteadily. Fear slowly began to take hold of him as he made his way towards her. She started to sway more dramatically.

"Y/N?!" Alex asked again. He was really worried now.

He had almost reached her side when Y/N's eyes met his. Then her knees buckled.

"Y/N!" Alex shouted. He dashed forward the last few feet and caught her before she hit the ground. He sank to his knees, carefully cradling her against his chest. Her body trembled and her skin was ice cold.

"Help!" He yelled in the direction of the facility's doors. "I need some help over here!"

Y/N's eyes started to flutter. She was losing consciousness. Fear like Alex had never known ran rampant through his entire system.

"Hey, hey. Stay with me. Stay with me, Y/N!" Alex adjusted her in his arms slightly, causing Y/N's head to shift. Where her head had rested a second before, was now wet with blood. "Oh my gosh, you're bleeding. Stay awake!" He said to her frantically.

Alex knew he sounded terrified and panicked, but right then he didn't care. Why isn't anyone coming?Are they deaf? A violent shudder ran through Y/N's body. Alex quickly turned his attention back to her. Small trickles of blood leaked from her nose and ears. Oh no.. No, no, no, no, no!

"HELP!" Alex screamed as loud as he could.

"A-Alex.." Y/N whispered.

He looked down at her; his eyes burning.

"It's okay, Y/N.. We'll get you help.. You'll be fine." He tried to assure her, but his voice shook.

Her breathing sounded labored. She must have been in pain because her back arched slightly, and she let out a groan; her forehead creased.

"A-Alex.." She said again.

Gently, Y/N placed her hand on his cheek and gazed into his frantic, blue eyes. Her own Y/E/C orbs filled with tears. "M'sorry.." Her voice is barely audible.

Then her eyes closed and she went limp in his arms; her hand no longer cupping his cheek. Cold horror clenched Alex's heart in a vice–grip.

"Y/N!" He screamed. He placed his hand against her cheek and tapped it gently; no response. "No.. No.." He whispered.

The only sign that she was still alive was the unsteady rise and fall of her chest, and the raspy sound of her breaths.

"Hang on, Ocea." Alex said. He took his shaking hand from her cheek and slid it under her knees, his other arm wrapped around her back; before standing. He grunted and shifted her slightly; her suit making it awkward to carry her. Then Alex was sprinting, as fast as he could. He burst through the facility doors.

"Somebody help her!" He yelled.

Hank, Sean, and Moira, who had been sitting in chairs off to the side, jumped to their feet; staring at at Y/N with shock, worry, and fear. More doctors came running up with another gurney. Alex gently laid Y/N on it.

"What happened to her?" One of the staff asked.

"I–I don't know. She just collapsed! There was blood on the back of her head and–and then it started coming out of her nose and ears then she– she passed out! Please, you have to help her!" Alex begged.

All the doctors began talking at once; so fast, Alex could barely keep up.

"BP is low–"

"Needs a cat-scan–"

"Possible concussion–"

"A lot of bleeding–"

They began to wheel Y/N away quickly. Away from him.

"Wait, where are you taking her?" Alex demanded, chasing after them. Two of the bigger, male doctors stopped him. "Let go of me!" Alex growled, balling his hands into fists. He could feel the heat of his powers rising.

You have no idea what I'm capable of, Alex thought. I could just blast my way through.

Their grip on his arms remained tight. "Sir, you can't go back there." One of the doctors said.

"And why not?" Alex shouted back.

"Sir, I promise you: we will do everything we can to help your girlfriend. But you have to let us work."

Alex was so worried about Y/N, he didn't bother correcting the doctor on you not being his girlfriend. 'Yet,' part of him whispered. Alex felt a large hand on his shoulder. He looked behind him to see Hank looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

"Let them do their job, Havok." Hank said.

Right. Code names around the humans, Alex thought. He reluctantly nodded. The doctors released him, then hurried to go help treat Y/N. Alex's hands were still balled into fists. Feeling all his emotions crash down on him at once, he angrily slammed his fist into the wall. Thankfully (or unthankfully, considering his mood), the wall was solid and Alex didn't put a hole in it. His hand throbbed and he suddenly felt dizzy. He collapsed in a chair and put his head down; gripping his hair in his hands. His breathing was harsh as he tried to maintain control of his powers. Don't lose it, Alex. Keep your cool.

"Havok?" Moira asked timidly. "What happened?" She suddenly let out a gasp. "Are you hurt?!"

Alex knew she had noticed the blood on his suit. He managed to shake his head 'no,' in response. After a moment, he regained enough composure to recount what happened; though he didn't look up.

"By the time I got her in here, she was having trouble breathing." He finished.

"Oh my gosh..." Moira breathed.

"Two team members in one day.." Sean mumbled.

Alex couldn't stand being in the facility anymore. "Let me know if anything changes." He said, before heading for the door.

He slammed it open and strode out. He leaned his back against the brick wall and tried to take deep breaths. He was surprised when he felt tears pricking his eyes. I haven't cried in so long.. Why does she make me feel like this? Why does she make me feel? Alex couldn't wrap his head around it. He couldn't understand how this girl had wormed her way into his heart, and so quickly, when he's tried so hard to keep everyone out. He was instantly drawn to her without explanation. Which is why he went out of his way to protect her the night of the invasion: grabbing her and pulling her behind the couch, steadying her after the bomb went off, getting between her and that Riptide freak... He just had this instinct to protect her. And now, she might die and what was the last thing Alex did to her? She kissed his cheek and he pushed her away. He saw how hurt she was the next day when he did it. Although afterwards, Y/N still cared about him. He knew she couldn't help it; it was just in her nature. She was a caring person. IS a caring person! He scolded himself. She hasn't died yet..

Yet. Alex felt like Azazel had stabbed him in the gut with his sword. Y/N can't die. Not before I tell her... Tell her what? Alex couldn't figure out what he felt much less how to explain it. Now it might be too late...

The door to the facility opened and Hank stuck his head out. "Havok.." He said.

Alex waited for the inevitable.

"Ocea is stable. She's going to be fine." Hank smiles softly.

It took all of Alex's willpower not to collapse to his knees in relief. He tried to school his features in front of Hank. "Good. That's good.." He cleared his throat. "Any word on the Professor?"

Hank's expression darkened. "You better come inside."

Feeling a mixture of relief and dread, Alex followed Hank inside.

Alex sat by Y/N's bedside. It had been three days since the battle on the beach, and Alex had hardly moved from his seat since. The doctors had taken the oxygen mask off and replaced it with a nasal cannula, now that her breathing was steadier. The beeping of the heart monitor assured Alex of it. She was still pale, but the blood had been cleaned from her face and hair. Earlier, when no one was around, he had touched her hand; just to assure himself she was no longer ice cold. She wasn't. Y/N seemed to be mending, slowly but surely. The doctor's official report was a laceration on the back of her head (thankfully, no stitches required), a concussion (which won't leave any permanent damage), and a severely sprained wrist (which was now in a brace). As for the blood that leaked from her nose and ears, they weren't sure. One doctor suggested stress. Hank's guess was over–exerting her powers, which seemed more likely.

Alex sighed. While the doctors and Hank agreed that Y/N would live, none of them could guess as to when she would wake up. Alex's thoughts were interrupted by Moira knocking on the door. She quietly walked in, as if not to disturb Y/N.

"Havok?" Her voice was soft. "Dr. Marcus said it was okay to transport Y/N back to the mansion. The Professor is signing himself out today, and I managed to get us a jet. So we should be good to fly out this evening."

"So soon?" Alex asked.

Moira pursed her lips. "Charles is signing himself out against doctor recommendations. The only thing he agreed to was a wheelchair."

"Which is adequate. Barely." Hank said, entering the room. "I'll design something better when we get back to the mansion."

"And we're sure it won't be harmful for.. both of them to fly?" Alex asked.

"While it's not recommended for the Professor to fly, it shouldn't cause serious damage. Ocea, however, is perfectly fine to fly." Moira replied.

Alex nodded in response.

"I better go track down Banshee. He went to go find a soda machine." Hank said, before taking his leave.

"I need to go make sure the jet is ready to go. Also, I need to check on Charles. Doctors should be around soon to prep Ocea for transport."

Again, Alex nodded.

Moira smiled softly before leaving.

Turning back to Y/N, Alex sighed again. "Come on, Ocea. You've got to wake up..."

Let me know if you enjoyed and if you want this to be a series! You guys are awesome!

~Kate