Hello everyone! So I've decided to take a stab at an X-Men fic. I never thought I would but here I am! There definitely are not enough Erik/OC stories around so of course I decided to write one. I'm only going to post the first chapter and see how it goes and I haven't really gotten around to writing up any other chapters so updates will probably not be quick. I'm just going to see where this goes! Reviews are an authors best motivation!

This Story takes place 4 years after the events in Days of Future Past. SOOO if you haven't seen DOFP, I suggest you go out, see it and come back... or else some things might be spoiled for you! I do not own anything from the x-men world. Only my OC :)

1977- Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters; Westchester County, New York

She ran. She was so close. Her lungs burned but she was just so close. She didn't slow. She picked up her pace and full out sprinted. She reached the castle like structure and a smile broke out onto her face. She heard the gravel crunch underneath her running shoes as she reached the main path. Sweat ran down her temples and between her shoulder blades. She saw the front entrance to the school and as she ran past the man with a stopwatch, the smile grew even bigger. She slowed her paced and turned around and jogged back to her friend.

Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair with the stopwatch poised his hand. Harper Pierce stood next to him, hands on her hips and her chest heaving. She gulped in as much air as her lungs would allow. She looked down at Charles who was also smiling.

"What is it? What's my time?"

"I don't think you really want to know."

"What do you mean?" she exclaimed. "It's worse, isn't it?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"Ehhh…"

"Damn. I really wanted to beat…" she didn't get to finish because she was cut off when a student came running up to the doorway, clinging to the frame as he tried to catch his breath. Harper instantly recognized the boy as Quint, the boy who could breathe underwater.

"Quint, what's wrong my boy?" Charles asked.

"It's…" He paused to take a breath, "it's Luke. He's gone and hurt himself." Harper and Charles gave each other a look that said "of course he has."

"Alright, I'll take a look. Where is he?"

"We were able to get him as far as the kitchen." Quint turned around and walked back into the mansion and Harper started to follow him.

"So I guess this means you don't want to know your time anymore?"

Harper stopped and turned halfway. "One of these days I'll get you to tell me."

"Keep telling yourself that, Love." Harper smiled and shook her head before walking into the mansion and going straight to the kitchen. Luke was sitting in one of the wooden kitchen chairs. He was gripping the arms of the chair harshly and a grimace had set into his face.

"What happened this time?"

Luke looked at Harper sheepishly but answered, "I tried to jump the length of the school and landed wrong."

Luke had the ability to jump long distances. Kind of like a frog, Harper thought to herself back when the two were first introduced. She sighed and knelt down to examine his hurt ankle. It was already swollen and had started to turn black and blue.

"Well, it looks like you're going to have to stay off of it for a while. I'm going to have you ice it three times a day and keep it wrapped."

"What about the pain?" Harper looked up at the teenager eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips.

"No pain, no gain, right?"

"So, that's a no?"

"Oh, you know it." Harper observed the disappointed expression on his face and shook her head. She turned her attention to Quint. "Can you please help him to his room and get some ice? Since you were probably encouraging him to do this insane act, you can help him recover. Understood?"

"Yes, Dr. Pierce."

"Good." Harper stood and gave Luke a pat on the shoulder before heading to her own room. Her legs ached, as a result from her run, when she walked up the stairs and all she wanted was to take a shower. She got into her room and headed straight into the bathroom.

The hot water ran over her muscles, soothing them. She felt instantly relaxed and all of her worries were washed down the drain. After, she quickly dried herself, letting her dark curls dry themselves. She dressed in dark blue blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt. She slipped on a pair of simple black heels and headed downstairs.

As she headed down to the main floor, she passed by several students and said hello to each of them. She had treated as least every one of them and even though she had only been at the school for less than a year, she had gotten to know them all personally.

She headed down to the lower levels of the school where most students needed to be supervised. She walked down the illuminated hallway, her heels clicking on the floor. Farther down the hallway led to Cerebro and before that, led the hallways to the training rooms and her lab. She took a right and walked to her lab.

Not to her surprise, she found Hank McCoy leaning over in his seat looking through a microscope. He didn't look up when she walked in and it seemed that he hadn't even noticed she'd arrived. The young mutant had been taking the medicine he had produced himself, so he looked like your average Joe. She walked over and stood in front of the table and stared at him, arms crossed. She cleared her throat.

Hank jumped slightly and looked up from the lens, his glasses falling awkwardly off his head. With quick reflexes, he snatched them before they fell onto the floor.

"What are you looking at so intensely?" She asked with a smile.

Hank placed his glasses on his face before he answered, "I think you know what."

For the past several weeks, Harper and Hank had been trying to come up with a way to intensify a mutant's power. It was initially Harper's idea but she needed more than one brain working on such an intense project. She wasn't even sure it was possible. Though, Hank was the only one who knew about this. No student, not even Xavier, knew what they were doing. Harper didn't know exactly where this was headed, so she didn't want to tell anyone when they were just in the early stages of experimentation. She knew what kind of damage rumors could do. So it was pertinent that this remained secret.

"How's it coming along? Any progress with the results?" Harper rounded the table to stand next to Hank. He sighed and shook his head.

"Not even a little bit."

Harper frowned as she reached for the microscope and peered through it. She watched as the tiny cells danced in their usual way, never changing their patterns. With a huff, Harper pushed away from the scope and took a seat.

"Don't get discouraged. We've only just begun our research. Who knows what things we'll find."

"I know, I know. I just wish," she paused and bit her lip, "I wish there had been some kind of revelation by now."

Hank placed a hand on her shoulder. "Patience, Grasshopper." Harper glared at him.

"I don't have any."

"Duly noted," he said as he stood. "I should go. I've been down here all morning while you've been doing what I want to be."

"What? Running?"

"No, having some fun. There needs to be more of that around here." He said as he shed his white lab coat.

"Are you kidding? You have got to be kidding. Hank, this is a school where mutant kiddies live. There's fun all around."

He laughed and said, "That's just because you're the only human around these parts."

"And that's perfectly fine with me," she said smugly.

Hank gave her one last smile before exiting the lab. After he left, Harper put on her lab coat that had H. Pierce embroidered above the breast pocket and started a new trial. She had gotten DNA samples from the students secretly. A piece of hair here, a scab there. It was dirty work but she had to do it.

The mutant species had been more talked about in the past decade than anything else. Harper took a special shinning to them and was just fascinated by the many different mutations there were and the more that were being discovered. She felt a little envious of them but she thought that maybe she wasn't gifted with a mutation so that she could help the world gain knowledge on mutants. In a good way of course, unlike Bolivar Trask.

When Harper had shown signs of interest in mutant's at her old work place, they banned her. They wanted nothing to do with "those freaks". Harper had been lost for a while but had met Charles and everything fell into place. Being here at the school, she felt more excepted than she did out in the real world and she considered this place her safe haven.

Several hours had passed and Harper grew more frustrated. When the clock struck five o'clock, she decided it was time to go up and get something to eat and relax for the evening. She shed her lab coat and went upstairs. Exhausted, she ran her boney fingers through her long curly hair as she headed to the kitchen to scrounge something up.

As she passed through the large foyer, staircase to her left and main entrance to her right, there was knock on the door. Harper stopped walking and back tracked to the door. She stared at it. She waited.

Knock, knock, knock.

The three rapid, rather insistent raps on the wooden door made her heart speed up. Harper made her way to the wooden door and grasped the cool knob. She reached up to unlock the deadbolt but the metal latch unlocked itself. Harper let out a gasp as she let go of the doorknob and took three steps back.

Before Harper had the chance to yell for help, the knob turned and the door swung open. Her voice got lost in her throat somewhere and her muscles tensed as she looked at the tall figure standing in the doorway. She didn't exactly know what to expect but she was actually surprised by what, or in this case, who she saw.

A man with short brown hair, that was untamed and quite wild, intense blue eyes that seemed dazed, and clothes that were somewhat disheveled stumbled forward in the doorway. Harper stared wide eyed at this crazy but somewhat handsome man. He placed one hand on the doorframe and leaned forward slightly. His other arm clutched his abdomen.

Harper took a small step closer.

"Sir?" The man did not look up at the sound of her voice. In fact he shut his eyes and kept his head down. "Sir, do you need help?" Harper inched forward again. The lighting in the hallway was dim and the sun provided only some light since it was setting. This caused dark shadows to be cast over the man's face.

As she got closer, Harper could see that there was something stained on the front of his dark colored shirt. She was close enough to touch him now and she could see the gash that cut his temple and dried blood. She then realized that the stain on his shirt was blood.

Panic began to set in along with a slight dose of fear. Harper slowly placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Sir, you need a doctor and you're kind of in luck because I happen to know a very good one," she said, trying to make light of a very, serious, and possibly dangerous situation. Might as well go out with a bang, she thought to herself if this didn't turn out the way she hoped it would.

The man slowly raised his head and his eyes met hers. They were empty and unseeing and it sent chills up Harper's spine.

"I.." he began but struggled, "I don't need a doctor."

Harper's brows knitted together but before she could protest he spoke again.

"I need Charles Xavier."

Harper's eyes widened when he said the name. Harper almost asked why but didn't get the chance. The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he pitched forward. Harper gasped as she tried to support his weight but couldn't. She practically fell to the floor along with him but she regained some composure.

She sat on her legs and placed the man's head on her lap. Harper checked for a pulse and a gush of relief went through her as she felt the flutter against her fingers.

Then, she screamed.