I do not own X-Men at all. No copyright infringement intended. Unlike my last story this OC actually does change the plot a bit. It won't be apparent until later though.

It was the middle of the night and John was sleeping peacefully in his bed dreaming sweet memories of the past. The very few ones he had.

Sadly John was sitting down on a sidewalk in the middle of the neighborhood staring at the street. While it may not have been safe to be out alone in this area it was safer than being home.

"John? Are you okay?" A girl asked, she had long dark black hair with dyed streaks in it, icy blue eyes and was wearing emo style clothing complete with the arm warmers to hide the cuts she had given herself. The girl sat down next to John closely and he didn't move away. In fact she was the only one he'd never move away from.

"Yeah I'm fine," John answered knowing she could see right through him as always just like the way he saw through her.

"No, you're not. When are you going to quit doing that?"

"Sorry. It's kind of hard to get out of the routine. Why do you bother asking me when you can just read my mind?"

"You're my friend I'm not going to read your mind without permission besides you not talking about it isn't going to help you."

"I don't need help," John said standing up angrily.

"I didn't say you did, but help is always nice."

For a while the two said nothing and John knew that she was waiting for him to say what it was that was on his mind. Finally he said, "He hit me again. And again and again and again! Like he always does! Of course she doesn't do anything about it she just sits there baked watching him do it over and over with his drunken rampage. I am so sick of this place!" John did his best to hold back his tears, but they leaked out. Angered he thought about how much he hated his parents when he felt a pair of hands go around his. Turning around he saw the girl and immediately he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.

"Don't worry I'm here," she soothed. "Here I want you to have this." Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a Zippo with a design of a shark on it. The jaws of the shark were where the Zippo opened up like a mouth.

"No I can't take it. You saved up for months to get this."

"Which makes it more special I hope. Look I quit smoking so I don't need it anymore; having it around me is just pure temptation. However it'll be a lot more useful for you; what if something happens and you need to use your powers? Please take it for me at least." Without waiting for an answer she put it in his hands.

"Thank you Amy. I promise I'll take good care of it."

"You better."

Suddenly he was in a completely different setting as memories flashed by. A house on fire, figures yelling and screaming, John running away, a man in a wheel chair in front of him "I know what you are John," he said. Then he saw things that were no longer memories, but scenes he had never seen before. Amy was on the ground bruised and lying down in a pool of blood. Where are you John? her voice yelled but her lips weren't moving. John! Amy was now running desperately. Help me John! Now she was being beat up by several men. I need you! Now she was on her knees crying. Please, where are you?

Gasping John woke up breathing heavily. For the past two weeks it had been like this every single night. He'd be sleeping and, dreaming or not, images of Amy in danger and her voice crying for him filled his head every night. However thankfully whenever he woke up from his nightmares and went to sleep a second time he was fine, so with a sigh he tried to go to sleep. However, he was unsuccessful and ended up lying awake for hours.

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The next morning instead of going downstairs to eat for breakfast John walked around the school searching for Charles Xavier. While it pained him that he had to ask someone for help John couldn't take it anymore, the nightmares were haunting him and it seemed like they wouldn't go away. Besides like the Professor, Amy was a telepath, which made it even more likely that he'd understand what was going on. Plus if she really was in trouble the Professor could just use his Cerebro thing to find her.

I'm in my office John, the Professors voice said inside of John's head. If he hadn't been used to telepathy for years it would have freaked him out. As John came walking in Xavier lifted his head up to look at him. "What do you need?"

"I was hoping you could help me with something," John started. As clearly as he could, John started to explain his dreams to Xavier, only being stopped occasionally by a few questions. When he was done John asked, "So what do you think it means?"

"From what I can infer I'm guessing your friend Amy needs you and her subconscious mind is calling out for you or she's intentionally doing it. Since your dreams are very random and disorganized I'm guessing it's the former. Do not worry though." Just then John was thinking about how he needed to go and find his friend. "Amy has been out on the streets looking for you, when I heard her distress while I was viewing Cerebro a few days ago I told her that she would find what she was looking for here and transferred directions she can't forget into her mind. She's on her way here."

"Really?" John asked unsure. If Xavier was pulling his leg it wasn't funny.

"Yes. I would have sent the X-Men to come get her, but she's so hostile she would have attacked them if they approached her. What I need you to do John is when she finally does come here, which let me assure you will be soon, calm her down. You will probably be the only one capable of it. Right now she is so lost and her mind hectic."

"I promise I'll help her Professor."

"I know you will."

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"Hey!" Bobby said to his friend as he was staring into open space. "John! John! Hello!" Bobby started waving his hands in front of John's face.

"Oh, what?" John said looking back to his friend.

"What is up with you? You've been so down lately."

"I guess you could say I'm homesick."

"You? Homesick? You hated your home. At least that's what you told me."

"I do hate my home, I just miss a friend of mine back there. She's all I've been thinking about lately."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Looking at his Zippo John opened it to look at the flame that sparked. "No," he answered snapping the device close.

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John? John! Where are you? I need you! Come back! Don't leave me alone! What am I supposed do without you? Please John I need you! John!

The feeling of someone's hand on his cheek woke John up. Opening his eyes he saw a familiar black haired figure standing in front of him. "Amy?" John said surprised.

"John," Amy said weakly her knees shaking under her weight. Slowly John got out of his bed and sat up staring at his old friend. "I finally found you." Suddenly she collapsed and John darted to catch her. While he held her burning body in his arms she said, "Why? Why did you leave me?"

"I'm sorry I know I should have taken you with me."

"At least you're sorry." Then her head drooped and her body went limp.

"Amy!" John screamed.

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Waking up Amy saw a woman with dark red hair in white lab coat standing in front of her. "Where's John?" were the first words out of Amy's mouth.

Smiling the woman said, "Oh him. I had to kick him out, which was quite a difficult task believe me. He refused to be too far away from you. I had to assure him he'd be alerted when you woke up which he just has."

"You're a telepath aren't you?"

"Yes, telekinetic too. I'm Jean Grey."

"Amy Brown. It's nice to meet someone who has so much in common with me. We're both telepaths and out last names are colors," she explained when Jean gave her a questioning look.

"You already know what happened to me don't you?"

"The Professor read your mind and told me and John what caused you to be in this state so yes."

Sighing Amy thought back to everything that had led her where she was now. When she came over to see that John's house was on fire his mother and father still inside dead, with John nowhere to be found she spiraled into a deep depression when she realized her one and only friend was gone. While she lived her life for years trying to deal with it things just got worse for her. Her parents started to yell at her even more causing her to cut again and school wasn't that much fun either as Amy constantly got into fights. It was so bad Amy attempted to kill herself. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and ran away hoping that somehow someway she could find John, scanning every mind she could on the way hoping someone had seen him. Then a mysterious telepathic message gave her directions to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, saying she would find what she was looking for there. Life on the streets wasn't easy. Everywhere she went she was beat up by some guys who wanted to take their anger out on her and not to mention Amy was starving when she finally ran out of the money to buy food. While she stole here and there it still wasn't enough for her body to remain healthy. The result of starvation and a nasty fight with several men caused Amy to be in the feverish state she was when she finally found Xavier's and went directly to John when she sensed his presence.

The sound of a door slamming open made both of the women turn their heads to see John storming into the medical room. "Amy! You're all right!" he exclaimed happily.

"John," Amy said her eyes filling her with tears. About to get up and hug her friend she realized she was hooked up to several wires. "I'm not dying right? It's okay if I take these off?"

"You should be fine now. I heavily recommend you don't do anything to overexert yourself though," Jean answered.

After pulling out the wires, Amy got off of the metal bed and leaped at her friend to hug him. She winced as he squeezed her bruises, but she was so happy to see him she didn't care. In fact she squeezed him tightly too.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you," John said in her ear.

"It's okay. You're here now and that's all that matters," Amy said.

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While Jean watched the two teenagers reunite, she was moved greatly. Never had she seen such a heartwarming scene. Jean, I would like to speak with Amy, the Professor told her telepathically.

Can't you talk to her later? Jean asked. The two just got back together. I really would hate to separate the two right now.

All right then, I'll talk to her later.

"John, why don't you show Amy around the mansion?" Jean suggested.

"Okay," John said.

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"So what exactly is this place?" Amy asked as she and John walked around.

"It's a school for mutants," an approaching man said. He was bald and sat on a wheelchair that he could move without rolling it. Amy wondered where she had heard that voice before and then it hit her. This was the same man that had told her to come to Xavier's in the first place. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier and I would very much like you to attend this school. Here you will be educated and you will learn how to better develop and control your powers. When you graduate from here you will then have the option of joining a team we like to call the X-Men."

"What's an X-Man?"

"A team of mutants that are dedicated to put themselves at risk to protect humans and mutants from mutant related affairs. However you won't have to worry about that until later. What your concern is now, is whether or not you would like to attend here."

"Of course I do. As long as John's here I'm here."

"Here's your schedule for tomorrow. I'm sure John will be able to help you find where your classes are," the man said handing Amy a piece of paper.

"You knew I was going to say yes all along?" Amy asked in surprise as she looked at the schedule.

"I had a feeling you would. Welcome to Xavier's Amy."