So, here's my new story. Yes, it's been a while, but I've been writing other, non-fanfiction things, and doing school (it's summer now, so there will be no problem there). I will try to update this fanfic regularly at least twice a week.

This story is a crossover between X-Men movies and the movie Chronicle. It takes place after Chronicle and somewhat follows the events of X2, but with Matt Garretty from Chronicle inserted and therefore is AU. I'm not sure on the real timelines, but in this universe, the fight at the end of Chronicle happened at the end of January and the events of the first X-Men movie took place in March.

No Slash, no main romance plots.

I have talked long enough, so now for the first chapter:

Light. The first thing Matt Garetty saw was blinding light. He squinted his eyes against it until they adjusted enough for him to recognize the fluorescent ceiling lights. Then he recognized a constant beeping sound coming from his right. A heart monitor. How in the world did he end up in a hospital?

Groaning, he tried to push himself up, only to be hit with a wave of pain in his head. He held it in his hands a few seconds until the sharp pain ended. He then took in his surroundings. At first glance, he thought his hypothesis right; the room was white, pristine, and had all of the tools trademark of a hospital room.

How did he get here? Matt strained his memory to remember. He had been fighting Andrew and he had had to—No, that was months ago. A lot had happened since then.

"I see you are awake," a voice interrupted his thoughts. Matt jerked towards him, ready to throw the person into the wall. He stopped however, when he realized it was just an old bald man in a wheel chair.

"Who are you and where am I?" Matt demanded.

"My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and you are at my School for Gifted Youngsters," the man informed civilly.

"I'm at a school?" he asked incredulously. "It looks like a hospital."

"Well, we are in the med bay," a woman with bright red hair said, coming into the room. She was wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard, making him sure she was the school nurse. But then again, she didn't look like she could be much older than him. Matt watched her warily as she came over to him and started checking the monitors hooked up to him. "Your vitals seem to be back to normal, and if you let me I'll remove the IV in your arm." He nodded and let her take the needle out of his arm.

He crossed his arms, covering the part in his arm where he knew the hole would quickly heal. Ever since he was shot in the hand all those months ago in Seattle, he had noticed another ability appear; healing. It had taken a few weeks for the bullet hole to close, but there was now only a small pink mark on that palm. Every time he had gotten a cut or scrape since then, it had healed abnormally fast as proof that that power was getting stronger just like the rest of them.

"I'm glad to hear you are awake and healthy," Professor Xavier said. "You've been out almost four days. The bridge must have really done a number on you."

"Four days?! Wait, you know about that?" he asked, the memory returning to him. He had been passing over Boston when an interstate overpass started collapsing. Matt had desperately tried to save as many cars as he could, but all of the cars, semis, and concrete form the bridge had made for the worst he had ever exerted himself. He must have passed out because that was the last thing he remembered before waking up here. "Did anybody die?" he asked.

"Thanks to you, no," the woman said with a smile.

Matt sighed with relief. It felt like every person he saved with his powers helped make up for lives Andrew had destroyed with his.

I'm always glad to see mutants using their powers to save others, Matt heard in his head accompanied by the shrill buzzing noise he hadn't heard in months. He expectantly put his hand up to his nose but to his surprise didn't find a nose bleed. "What the…?" he wondered aloud. He'd had a connection with Andrew and Steve, but hearing voices in his head was definitely new.

I'm sorry about that. You've never had telepathic conversation before, have you?

"You were in my head!"

"Yes, I was," the professor said in the same voice that he had heard in his head. "I am what is called a telepath, and my ability allows me to communicate with the minds of others. May I inquire who Andrew and Steve are?"

"Get out of my head!" Matt yelled, backing up as much as he could on the small bed.

"My apologies for the intrusion. I'll respect your wishes about your privacy. Now, I'm sure you have many questions, which will be answered, but first we'll let you change and then I will come back to show you to my office."

Professor Xavier rolled his wheelchair out of the pristine room and the redhead followed after giving Matt a pair of clothes to change into instead of the thin hospital gown he was wearing.

Yes, this chapter was short, but I will try to keep most other chapters in the 1k-2k range.

Please read and review. Constructive criticism is always welcome!