So this story is definitely AU, Charles obviously isn't in a wheelchair, but I really couldn't find a spot to place it in the movie before that moment when he lost his legs. So yeah, this is an AU story. If you don't like AU, then there is a little button in the top left hand corner. Just click that and you'll be back to the menu. I really shouldn't be starting this story, but the plot bunny has been chewing on my muse since I saw the movie on Saturday, and she's starting to get teeth marks.

Charles stared at Cerebro with a curious look on his face. He had been sitting in his room, reading, when he suddenly felt like he needed to be in Cerebro, searching for mutants.

"Charles?" He turned and gave a small smile to Hank, who was watching him with a concerned look on his face. "Do you need to use Cerebro?" Charles looked from Hank to Cerebro for a moment before nodding.

"Yes, Hank, I believe I do." The pair wandered up into the sphere. "Is it possible to locate a single mutant using this?" Hank stopped to think, and then shrugged.

"It's possible, I suppose. Just think about the mutant you want to find." Charles nodded and placed the helmet on his head. The problem was, he hadn't a clue who it was he was searching for. But as soon as Hank turned on Cerebro, four faces popped into his mind.

All females, one couldn't be any older than Charles himself, and the other three were probably around the ages of the other men in the mansion. Reading their thoughts, he discovered that they all seemed terrified. He widened the shot in his mind of them and saw they were pressed against the wall of an alleyway.

The older woman had her arm over the younger woman's, the brunette one's, chest, as if protecting her, and the other two had linked arms with each other and the other girl. Charles suddenly got a burst of protectiveness from the older woman. She peeked around a corner before turning her head to look at the younger woman.

"What's going to happen if they catch us?" the brunette one asked, and the older one pursed her lips.

"I don't know," she replied, averting her eyes. Her voice echoed in his mind, Please, someone help us. He took a peek at her memories, and was horrified at what he saw.

Children and women, all mutants, lying on silver tables with wires attached to their arms. Scientists wearing metal helmets were hovering over them, taking blood or slicing them open. From what he collected of her memories, the four of them were the only survivors. The others at the lab were all dead.

Charles ripped off Cerebro just as the coordinates finished typing. "Get the others and prepare the jet," he said, ripping the paper off of the typewriter.

"What's going on Charles?" Hank asked, hurrying along behind the telepath.

"There are four mutants, women, and they are in grave danger. Now get the others and prepare the jet, Hank, I won't tell you again." He nodded and ran off towards the mansion, Charles not far behind. The pair stopped in front of the lounge, where Alex and Sean looked up from the television.

"We have to go," Hank said, holding up the paper with the coordinates.

"You found another mutant?" Alex asked, standing up and following them, Sean not far behind.

"Four," Hank explained as Charles walked briskly towards where the jet was kept. "Women, and from what Charles said they're in danger." The three men shared a glance before breaking into a jog, hurrying towards the jet after Charles.

"Let's go save some mutants," Alex said with a grin, climbing into the jet after him.

xxxxOxxxx

"Come on!" Rosabelle whispered, and grabbed Elisabeth's hand, who grabbed Lucy's, who grabbed Marianne's, and the four hurried out of the alleyway and down the crowded sidewalk. They tried their best to look casual, but it was hard with filthy clothes and unwashed hair and bloody faces. Marianne's red hair clung to her face where the blood had covered it, and Lucy's short, light brown hair was standing up on all ends. Rosabelle had only been able to find two pieces of string, and had used those to tie back Elisabeth's hair and her own back into ponytails.

"There they are!" The deep voice caused them to panic, and they began to sprint down the sidewalk, shoving past people as they ran.

They turned several corners before Rosabelle called out, "Over here!" and hopped behind a wall of barrels. The others followed, pressing against them as if they could melt and become part of the wood. Rosabelle rose and peeked over the top, watching the scientists run by. She breathed out a sigh of relief, making Elisabeth relax as well. Then a hand clamped down on her shoulder and she gasped, whipping around and throwing up her hands, pulsing them once. The man went flying backwards, but he wasn't wearing a metal hat like the others. Three more men appeared down the road, and none of them were wearing metal hats either. Elisabeth's dark eyes widened and she sprinted towards the man, sliding onto her knees beside him.

"I'm so sorry!" she quickly apologized, and watched as his eyelids fluttered open. She smiled sheepishly. "Are you okay?" He blinked a couple times and coughed.

"That was awesome," he muttered and she laughed. Rosabelle and the others weren't far behind her, and one man, he appeared to be the leader, looked at Rosabelle with recognition.

"Hello there, I'm Charles Xavier," he said and Rosabelle pulled Elisabeth back, gathering the girls around her and wrapping her arms around them. "I'm here to help."

"That's what they said," Lucy muttered, and Charles smiled warmly at her. Yes, but this time I actually mean it. Lucy's green eyes widened and she looked over at Rosabelle.

"Rose, he can do what Marianne can do! He can speak inside my head!" Marianne's light blue eyes widened and she looked at Charles with shock. Rosabelle looked at Charles.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her blue eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"My teammates and I heard that you were in need of assistance, and offer you refuge at my mansion." Rosabelle scowled.

"We don't want any help from rich men. Rich men," she said the two words like they were vermin, "are the reason my girls and I are even in this predicament."

"Your girls?" Sean interjected, and all eyes went to him. "You mean they're your daughters?"

"Sisters, figuratively anyway." Marianne tugged on Rosabelle's shirt and nodded once when the woman looked at her. Rosabelle pursed her lips before looking at Charles.

"We can stay in your mansion…for free?"

"Of course, I'll provide you with room and board, all for free." Rosabelle looked at the girls, who were staring at her with hopeful eyes. Finally, a smile appeared on her lips and she looked up at Charles.

"Okay, but only because Marianne has the best judgment I've ever seen, and I know that she trusts you." Charles smiled as Hank asked Alex if he was alright. He nodded and looked over at Elisabeth, grinning. She blushed and smiled a little, looking down at her bare feet. "Let's go."

xxxxOxxxx

Charles smiled at the amazement in the women's eyes as they stared at the mansion. Even Rosabelle seemed to be impressed, although she didn't show it. "It's been in my family for centuries, and it was starting to become lonely anyway." Elisabeth, the one that had accidentally attacked Alex, grinned widely, running into it and spinning around.

"This is amazing!" she exclaimed, laughing. Lucy, the frizzy-haired one, was leaning against the wall with a small smile on her face. Marianne, the smallest of them all, was admiring a vase with a smile on her face.

"Come, I'll take you to your rooms and then to the infirmary so that Hank can check your health." Charles led them down the hall, and couldn't help but notice how Alex sort of tilted his body a little to watch Elisabeth turn the corner. He led the girls to their rooms and showed them where the clothes were, with each drawer a different size of clothing, and how to operate the shower. Upon showing Rosabelle to her room last, he lingered for a moment, and she looked at him expectantly.

"You really don't like me all that much, do you?" The corner of her mouth quirked a little.

"I've learned from experience that not all rich men are as hospitable as you." She snapped her fingers, and the drawers opened all at once. "Now, I would like to bathe, seeing as I haven't in quite some time. May I please be left alone?" Charles smiled and nodded, walking out of the room. There was another snap, and the door shut behind him. So, a telekinetic? How interesting…

xxxxOxxxx

Sean lounged on one of the hospital beds as Hank checked out Alex's chest for any internal damage, rubbing his throat a little. His vocal chords had been feeling strange lately, and he was slightly afraid that he might lose his voice, and therefore his power. "I'm shocked, Alex. With a blast like that, your ribs should have been broken. But they aren't, in fact you're perfectly fine."

"Awesome," he said, pulling down his shirt. There was a knock, and two of the four women peeked into the room. Only the red-head and the brunette that had attacked Alex, not the frizzy-haired one, which disappointed him a little. The red-head looked a lot better than she had before, as did the brunette. Instead of being greasy and clinging to their skin, their hair shined and flowed around their shoulders, and their skin look less grimy and more healthy. Sean noticed how Alex and Hank couldn't seem to stop staring. They both had nice bodies, but Sean didn't find himself interested.

Sometimes he wondered if he was gay.

"Ah, there you are," Hank said, his blue lips stretching into a smile and showing off his fangs. The red-head backed up a little, but the brunette touched her arm lightly and gave her a warm smile, pushing her forward a little. "Your name is…Marianne, right?" She nodded a little, stepping forward hesitantly. She was dressed in a white summer dress that swished with every step, while the brunette was dressed more boyish, in pants and a button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "It's alright, I won't hurt you," Hank said politely. Marianne walked a little faster, hoisting herself onto the hospital bed.

"Alright, let's get started. Say ah." He opened his mouth to demonstrate, and Sean saw her blue eyes widen with curiosity at the sight of his fangs. She reached up and gently poked her finger with one while opening her mouth. Hank pushed her hand down, but it continued rising to poke and prod his fangs. "Marianne, we're never going to get anything done if you keep touching my teeth," he said, his voice a little muffled from trying not to bite her. The red-head blushed and lowered her hand, keeping her mouth open. "Thank you." He checked out her throat. "What's your power?" he asked, his yellow eyes traveling up to look at her.

"It's manipulation," the brunette said from her spot in one of those rolling chairs. "She talks inside of a person's mind and can make them do whatever she wants them to." Marianne nodded, shooting the brunette a look.

"Can she talk outside of people's minds, with her vocal chords?" Sean asked, and the brunette opened her mouth to answer when a voice interrupted.

"Nobody knows." He looked over at the door and the frizzy-haired woman, Lucy, Sean was sure her name was, stepped out from the shadows. Only, her light hair wasn't frizzy. It was short, above her shoulders, and curled in such a way that some of her hair covered part of her forehead. She was dressed in a green summer dress as well, only it had very thin straps and went to her knees, while Marianne's had sleeves and went just a little past her knees. The short haired woman was very pretty, and Sean suddenly stopped wondering if he was gay. "She hasn't talked since we met her. I'm sure she can talk though." She walked right over to the bed Sean was laying on and hoisted herself up onto it, crossing her ankles and swinging them.

"How can you be so sure?" Alex asked, and the brunette girl smiled.

"I happen to be very skilled when it comes to vocals."

"What can you do?" Sean asked, and Lucy's green eyes looked over at him.

"I'm what some people refer to as a siren. I can make people pass out and even kill them with my singing." Sean smirked a little.

"I like a woman with a voice." Lucy quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, don't expect to hear it anytime soon." Alex snorted and Marianne's shoulders shook as she silently laughed.

"I think Sean just got rejected," Alex muttered, earning a glare from Sean. "So, Elisabeth, right?" The brunette in the chair nodded. "What about you? How were you able to make me fly?"

"Um, I'm actually not sure. I just pulse my hands and things go flying." Elisabeth smiled. "Everyone back at the…" she trailed, her smiled fading. "Well, all of the others called me Pulse," she quickly said, but it was too late. The other girls' bouncy attitudes had disappeared, and their eyes dropped to the floor. The three men all shared a glance. What could these girls have possibly been through that was so horrible?

So yeah, that's my story so far. I quite like it, if I do say so myself. I like reviews, they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Sean is Banshee, just to let the people know that didn't know who he was.

Time it took to write this: One hour (not including bathroom breaks and revision)