A/N: Hello, all! This isn't my first fanfic, but I haven't written one in years so it kind of feels like my first one. So I'm very open to any and all feedback you have. Normally, I'm a devout Batman fan but I recently remembered how much I love the X-Men franchise.

Anyways, about the story. This takes place during X-Men: First Class and continues slightly after it. It will be somewhat AU, Im going to try to keep within the actual events of the movie as much as I possibly can. Also, I am aware that the 'present day' in the movie is in the '60's, which I will try my best to abide by, but you will find some references to things (mostly pop culture and fashion choices) that won't be very 1960. The rating will stay Teen for now but will go up to Mature in later chapters for obvious reasons. Oh, and, The Man In Black (AKA the head of the CIA Division X Facility) isn't credited with an actual name that I've found, so I just decided to call him Mr. Garber. If anyone knows otherwise, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll change it right away. It's mentioned in the disclaimer but I'll say it twice: if there are any similarities to the character or plot (outside the movie's) to another fanfic, it is entirely accidental.

I think that's about it. Please Review and let me know how the first chapter is!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the X-Men or Marvel franchises, I am only entitled to the original character. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I make no money writing this.

"Honey, please just get in," I heard the soft, yet worried voice of my mother. Her feminine brows were knit together, stress apparent on her face.

"But," I started, both confused and anxious. I knew something was terribly wrong. But I was too afraid of what might happen, what I knew could happen.

Before I could get out the rest of my sentence, my father came around the corner hurriedly, "Get in sweetheart, there is no time for debate. Please, just get in the bunker," He pleaded, his voice still firm, tone non-negotiable.

Reluctantly I climbed down into the secret compartment below our home, the house I grew up in and that held so many fond memories. Before they closed the door behind me, I looked up at them, not knowing it would be the last time I would be in their presence.

They looked down after me, my mother starting to tear up. Dad put a comforting arm on her, "Your mother and I love you dearly, never forget that. And never, ever let them find you."

I was barely able to shout an 'I love you' back before they shut the hatch to the bunker I was now in and the panel in the floor close after it, concealing the door completely. By now, I could not hold back the tears any longer. I put my hand over my mouth, hoping to quiet the sobs, not that it mattered, seeing as I was in a sound-proof room. I wasn't used to crying freely but I couldn't help it. After a few seconds of releasing some of the sadness and grief inside me, my brain kicked in and I made my way back up the ladder to the bunker hatch, setting the locks so no one would be able to get in even if they found the door. I climbed back down and slid down the wall, my body still shivering and letting out the cries. I took a second to wipe my eyes, clearing what tears were still built up and no doubt smudging my mascara even more. That was really the last of my problems at the moment.

I took a deep breath and stood up, albeit shakily, and turned to the left side of the room where there were 2 monitors. When my dad had the bunker built, he installed a security system throughout the house, a way to watch and listen to every room without giving yourself away. Bracing for the worst, I turned them on. My eyes, still slightly blurred my tears, I scanned the screens, spotting movement in the top right corner of the right monitor. I leaned forward to get a better look. My parents were in the living room, and they were not alone. It felt like my lungs quit working and my heart stopped as I heard voices come through the speakers.

"I will not help you," said the determined voice of my dad, "We will have absolutely no share in the destruction you want to bring into the world."

The other man, lean in stature with neat, brown and a suit on was pacing in front of my parents casually. "Tisk, tisk," he sighed in mock sorrow, "You would have been the perfect addition to our little project, Henrik. You aren't even going to fight back? What about your darling daughter? What was her name again," he tapped his chin pretending like he actually had to think about it, "Oh, right. You do realize that I will find your dearest Tavia one day, yes?"

My parents stayed silent, however my father moved so that he was in front of mom. But even I knew that, if this man was as evil and heartless as I was told, neither of them would get out of this alive.

"It's such a shame, siding with pathetic humans instead of helping liberate your own kind. It saddens me," he expressed, pausing, and shutting his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, his face changed to one of wrath, "And, it absolutely disgusts me. Deal with them," he snarled through clenched teeth at his two henchmen.

My mother stifled a sob as my father, as brave as ever, held his head high as the men aimed their guns directly at their heads. I knew they could stop the bullets, but I also knew that they wouldn't. They would accept their fate, aware that fighting back or running would only cause more problems.

My hand flew up to my mouth again as I could no longer hold back from bawling. I muffled scream as they pulled their triggers.

I shot up in bed, grasping the sheets to my chest and breathing heavily. For a few minutes, that's all I could do. Breathe in, breathe out. I repeated that in my head until I felt my heart rate slow and my mind calm itself. I extended my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes then moving them to my temples and rotating my movements to further release stress. I thought, after years of having the same nightmare almost every night, I would be used to it by now. Apparently not.

I took another deep breath, and glanced around my tiny, yet cozy bedroom. Nothing looked broken or destroyed this time. This was a good thing. Sighing, I
flipped off my duvet and climbed out of bed, taking a moment to stretch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the clock on the end table next to the bed.

6:50 AM

Wonderful, I thought to myself, I overslept. Something tells me this isn't going to be the greatest day.

I made my way to the bathroom to have a quick shower, the steam and warm water soothing me from my unnerving dream. Before I could get too relaxed, however, I turned off the water and wrapped a large, teal towel around my body. As fast as I possibly could, I blow dried my light brown hair, giving it volume at the roots but smoothing out the ends that had a touch of gold in them from the sun. I went light on the makeup today, mostly due to time constraints. Stepping out of the bathroom, I walked back into my room and headed straight for the closet. Normally, I would take my time to mull over what to wear, but today that would not be happening. I promptly decided on a dark grey pencil skirt, with a matching blazer and a yellow blouse with a bow on the collar in the front. I pulled out some tall, skin colored pumps to finish off the look, making my legs look longer than they actually were. I grabbed my purse, keys and files for the day off the counter, did one last once over in the mirror and left my apartment.

The commute to Langley felt longer than usual, but I knew that was only because of the fact that I was running late. But, with roughly 5 minutes to spare, the CIA headquarters came into view. As I parked my car in the underground staff parking and made my way to the building's employee entrance, feeling small surges of energy flow in me as I got closer to people. More specifically, other mutants. I couldn't exactly point out who else was like me in this busy establishment, and I was in no place to let my secret out either.

I maneuvered through the busy halls of the building, filled with office professionals, technicians, security personnel, field agents and the like. Most of them were far from the James Bond type that the public likely imagined. At long last I arrived at my office. Or should I say my boss's office. I wasn't just a regular desk jockey, no. I had the privilege of being of being one of the executive's assistants. Mr. Garber actually wasn't that bad to work for in all honesty. In fact I knew he was even aware of the mutant presence in society. He didn't know I was one of them, but he didn't seem appalled by the thought, but rather, he seemed intrigued. It gave me a small sense of security that I haven't felt in a very long time.

I reached my desk, placing the manila folders on the side neatly and looked over the schedule for the day. Nothing terribly exciting, it seemed. Mr. Garber wasn't even expected to get in for another hour and that was only because he and some of the other big wigs, including the Director of the CIA, were having a meeting with some professor from Britain, a mister Charles Xavier and guest. Never heard of him, I shrugged and carried on with my work.

About 45 minutes later, while I was utterly absorbed in my work, a girl came striding into the room looking anxious. I most likely wouldn't have noticed her if she hadn't come racing up to the front of my desk. I flicked my eyes upwards without moving my head to see a woman that I vaguely recognized. Moira I believe her name was, and if I remember correctly she just got promoted to a field agent.

"Can I help you?" I asked raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Is Mr. Garber in yet?" she inquired slightly out of breath.

"Um, no not yet, he should be here soon though. Anything I can help you with?"

She frowned, though just a touch, and looked over her shoulder for a quick second, holding up one of her fingers to 2 people that stood waiting a few feet
behind her. "I'm just supposed to meet with him and a couple more of the executives soon. I am somewhat aware of his particular expertise and was hoping I could ask him for a few pointers."

I nodded, becoming aware of an all too familiar feeling. There was a telepath currently in the room. I allowed him into my mind but just for a quick moment, signaling he wasn't alone. The brown haired fellow squinted at me, followed by shooting a knowing, accepting look. Within a minute, I blocked my thoughts once more.

Sebastian Shaw sat in a regal looking sofa, inside the luxurious penthouse he was currently staying in. He had one foot casually resting on the matching ottoman in front of him, his head resting in one hand while the other was holding a glass complete with ice and a few ounces of the finest aged, amber-colored scotch. He quietly sighed as his eyes darted around the room in boredom. His endeavours lately had been rather successful, scaring poor Colonel Hendry out of his wits, making him a malleable, yet disposable, part in his plans. He didn't have to depart to the east coast until later tonight and for the first time in a long time, he had some time to kill. And while the thought of killing anything usually excited the man, his restlessness was starting to get the better of him.

That was, until she walked in the room. He looked up at the tall, gorgeous blonde, whom he was also growing bored with, a mixture of annoyance and mild curiosity plastered across his features.

"I found her." Three rather simple words that she knew would catch his interest, "She's back in Virginia."

Shaw sat upright, a menacing spark lit up his eyes, "What's she doing back there? How did you find her, Emma?"

"She let her guard down, only for a moment, though. Just enough for me to get her general location, but no more," she stated, matter-of-factly, although she was a tad bit afraid of Sebastian's impending reaction to her minor amount of knowledge.

To her surprise, he kept grinning, "Looks like we have more business on the east coast then we originally thought. We will visit Hendry in Miami first, then take the small trip up north" he chuckled lightly and Emma quirked up one side of her mouth in pride. Shaw rubbed his hands together in excitement before exclaiming in a creepy, melodic voice, "I'm coming for you Tavia!"