A/N: Welcome to the full length story of Lee Stathis, as seen in "Late Night Reading". Since you guys enjoyed it so much, and I enojyed writing about Lee, I decided to make it a full length story. I also made it 3rd person instead of purely Lee's POV so that way I could add some of Magneto's thoughts too. Ok, enjoy, and remember I own nothing but Lee.

Mutation. The key to evolution, and how we – homo sapiens – have become what we are today. However, man did not evolve peacefully. Their prior cousins, the Neanderthal; Homo erectus, and so forth; all brought to extinction by their higher evolved kin. Now, if such a thing would occur today, with a state of "homo superior" or "homo mutatis", would the naturally selected win? Humans prove to be a stubborn species, and with a mutated gene only just starting to appear, it would seem the laws of evolution would change. Or perhaps not.

-Dr. Nathalee Stathis.


SWITZERLAND

The city seemed to buzz with life, people running up and down the streets to get to places that probably don't matter in the long run. Erik Lehnsherr walked almost carelessly, but was still aware of every person passing him, every human or… otherwise. He adjusted the package hidden in his coat as he passed one of the many science laboratories sprouting up throughout Switzerland. Of course, this was the one that had something interesting happening.

"No, I knew I deserved better than this shit!" A young woman stormed out of the laboratory in a fit, yelling angrily in German. Erik turned to the ruckus on the other side of the street, as did most of the other people around him. A fat man ran out after her, very nearly tripping over his lab coat that was much too long for him. He looked a few inches shorter than the woman, but it might've been due to her shoes.

"I'm sorry Miss Stathis, but you just- just aren't right for this lab. Perhaps the –"

She cut him off, her hands waving around. "I know exactly why, Mr. Johnson. You don't want a female anthropologist, despite the fact that in less than a year she has become one of the most admired in the field. You don't even consider it a possibility, and neither do your fellow scientists in there." She pointed to the door of the lab. "So next time a promising woman comes to your lab looking for a job, why don't you just refuse her at the front door, instead of dragging her through three months of interviews and tests."

The man, Mr. Johnson, huffed, pushing up his thick glasses. Speaking in English, with a heavy Swiss accent he said, "Miss Stathis, 'ou must leave now."

She replied to him in English as well, already walking down the stairs. "I'm already going!" At the last syllable one of the street lights popped, sending sparks and bits of glass across the street. Erik noticed how the Miss Stathis didn't even flinch at it, as if it were a normal occurrence. She just looked around at the spectators in the street before putting on sunglasses and walking away from the lab. And for a moment Erik watched her go.

Miss Stathis was an olive skinned woman, probably Greek, with just enough curves to peak interest. Her hair was unruly and curly, held back with a single clip; and dyed to make it look as if her hair faded from brown to blonde. And, of course, her eyes. When she had looked around, he caught one glance at them, which was all he needed to memorize them.

Heterochromia iridium, the proper definition for the mutation. Her left iris was a pale green, but vibrant. The right a light brown, very close to amber, but warm where the other was cold. Exceptional.


Stupid fat man, stupid Switzerland. Lee kicked the door in, causing Bee-Bee to look up curiously at her. "Bee-Bee, I think we're going back to the States." She petted her fluffy, ginger, Munchkin cat, who purred as if to say the US was a good idea.

As Lee put her bag on the table, she started to speak in a high-pitched voice to talk for Bee-Bee. "Well, gee, Lee. Maybe you should've listened to your parents and became a teacher."

She glared at her cat, throwing a cat treat at her. Bee-Bee sniffed it cautiously, then ate it as Lee said with her normal voice, "Well, yes, I know, but I'm already a –" A searing pain grew in her temples, the sign of her powers activating again. She slid down to the floor, holding her head as images formed in her mind. Two men, one tall and familiar, the other shorter and friendly. Appearing in the library, asking her to join a team. She accepts. She denies. She joins them. The men leave alone. Two paths to take, one to choose. 1962, New York Public Library.

Lee gasped, finding herself lying on the ground. Her breathing was heavy, and everything seemed just a little out of focus. It always happened with larger visions, which just proved that Lee should actually listen to them. "Bee-Bee," she groaned for a moment to try and let go of the pounding of her head. "I think we're going to New York. I just –" She stood. "I think I need food."

Bee-Bee meowed at her, making a scene of walking over to her bowl and eating her food. Lee glowered at her cat, saying, "You know, this isn't really comforting me, Bee." There was no response, just the swish of the tail. "Whatever." She put her sunglasses back on, and a nice leather jacket she got for her birthday. "I'll be back, you selfish little cat."

In a last minute decision, Lee decided to try and down some good old American food at the only diner in the whole city. She walked in the door, rubbing her eyes when the small bell sounded. "Hey sweets." She saw Bernie waving at her with his spatula. "Usual?"

"Yeah, Bern." She sat down at one of the booths, putting her head down on the checkered table. The cool tile snapped her back to the visions, but it was calmer this time, just a flash. Diner. One old lady, Irma, Bernie. Calm, peaceful. Nice. Great.

Then the diner door rang again. Lee's head shot up. That's not right. No one was supposed to come in until after Lee left. She looked to the door, and saw a man there. She vaguely recognized him from somewhere, despite the fact that he hid his features under the shadow of a hat. And that he wasn't supposed to be there.

"What can I get you mister?" Irma said from behind the counter.

The man spoke with an accent, one Lee noted as German. "Just a coffee, please." Lee's eyes followed him as he sat down in the booth in front of hers. She could clearly make out the back of his head at least. She leaned closer to him, trying to get some sort of vision, which she normally got if she looked at a person long enough… nothing.

That's it. She slid out of her booth and into his swiftly, her arms leaning on the table. "You a new customer? I haven't seen you before."

"Just here for a little while." Well, that got her nothing.

So she nodded, tapping her fingers on the table. "What's your name?"

The man leaned up so Lee could actually see his face as he said, "That is something I don't share." He was handsome, that was obvious. Shadowed grey eyes, strong jaw, angled cheekbones. Like a movie star or something. Lee tapped the table again.

"Hm." She couldn't get anything off of him, visions or otherwise, which started to annoy her.

"Yes?"

"Well," she said, starting a new approach, "My name's –"

"Miss Stathis? Your…" he smirked, "exiting of the lab this morning was quite entertaining." That's where she knew him from. When she looked out onto all the asshats that were staring at her.

She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, clicking her tongue in annoyance. "Glad people saw that. And my name's Lee by the way."

"I prefer Miss Stathis." And that is what got her through. Even just a small glimpse of seeing him saying that again, and it was enough for her. That was all Lee needed.

"Of course, Mr. Lehnsherr." She stood up, paying for her food. Irma handed her a bag of it, knowing she never stayed.

"Have a nice day."

"You too. Oh," she looked back to the man, who was now staring at her, confused, "and we will see each other again, Mr. Lehnsherr, maybe even soon." Lee flicked her sunglasses back to the bridge of her nose. "I'm quite sure of it."


Erik watched Miss Stathis stride out of the diner, her hips swaying as she did so. She was certainly strange.

"Here you go, hon." The waitress set down the coffee, and Erik nodded in thanks. The bank job had gone perfectly, and Argentina was his next stop on finding Schmidt.

"Do you know where I could find a hotel for the night?" he asked the woman in German, just to see if she actually knew it.

It only half surprised him when she did. "Yes, go down this street and turn right. Ask for Geoffrey. They will give you a free night if you say you know me."

The little acts of kindness humans could make still shocked him at times, but he had to be grateful for it. "Thank you." Now it was his turn to leave, picking up his bag and putting his hat back on as he did so. He didn't see his mission as revenge, but instead justice for crimes against his people. Erik walked down the street, plotting his next move if he were to find Schmidt.

A gun would be efficient, but a coin… he thought to himself, touching the old Nazi coin he had since that moment in Auschwitz. A coin would be purposeful, ironic. A coin would be the message, the proof. And the death would be the punishment, the answer to the evil.


A/N: Well, what did you guys think? Do you like Lee? Was Erik in character? Leave all this and any other comments in a review. See ya guys.