DISCLAIMER: I do not own Marvel, X-Men, or anything superhero related. {I wish I did.} I really hope you all like this story; this is my very first story so, no haters. And also, if you all could just read the first few chapters; the first few are a bit well boring. I promise it gets better after a few chapters. And read the insert below so you know what the heck you're reading. Thanks!

CIA TOP SECRET REPORT: CUBA MUTANTS CONFLICT/ATTACK:

MUTANT IN QUESTION: Dakota Patience AKA TimeX

POWERS: Speed, Telepath, Able to Time Travel, Healing Powers, 6th Sense, Connection, and she can Sense other Mutants and their Powers. (She can use her healing powers to heal herself and others. She cannot heal broken bones. Her healing powers also keep her young. The 6th sense is a new ability she is coming into, that allows her to see a peek of the future. The connection is similar to telepathy, however she is only connected to two people: Charles and Erik. She feels their emotions and can communicate with them without really thinking.)

AGE: 25 years old. (At least that is what she says.)

HAIR COLOR: Brown with light golden blond highlights.

EYE COLOR: Right eye, sapphire blue. Left eye, sky blue.

RACE: Caucasian

BIRTHDATE: August 23rd 1915

BIRTHPLACE: London, England

BASE: Unknown, last seen with the other mutants in Cuba.

NOTE: This report is for the head of the CIA only and is to be put on file as a confirmed event of persons with superhuman powers. My full report on all of the mutants involved with the Cuba incident will be sent as soon as possible.

Agent Moira MacTaggert: CIA

REVISE NOTE: After spending many weeks with the mutants I feel that they are not a threat, however the Brotherhood is a threat. I do not want you to confuse, that all mutants are bad and not to be trusted. My full report will be sent to the head of the CIA tomorrow.

Agent Serenity Sky:

Senior Representative for the Governors of America

Westchester, New York 1944

Charles was in a deep sleep. He was always a deep sleeper, he almost never woke up in the middle of the night. So, it startled him when a noise woke him up. He grabbed his baseball bat and headed down stairs, towards where the noise came from. He walked towards the kitchen, the light was on. He walked into the kitchen, ready to hit a burglar over the head with his bat. He saw his mother by the refrigerator, he relaxed.

"Mother," he said. His mother seemed surprised to see him. She let the frig door shut. "What are you...I thought you were a burglar."

"I didn't mean to scare you, darling. I was just getting a snack." His mother had a hand on her hip and was dressed too nicely for the time of night.

'Darling?' Charles thought, 'she never calls me darling.'

"Go back to bed." Charles didn't move. "What's the matter? Go on, back to bed." Charles still didn't move. His mother smiled, "I'll make you hot chocolate." That told him what he needed to know.

"Who are you?" His 'mother' frowned. Charles looked at the small black and white picture of him and his mother on the kitchen wall. His mother was wearing the same outfit that she was wearing in the picture. "And what have you done with my mother?" He did not hesitate to enter this person's mind. 'My mother has never set foot in this kitchen in her life.' His fake mother looked around startled at the sudden voice in her head. She held her hands to her temples and slowly backed away from Charles.

'And she certainly has never made me a hot chocolate.' He slowly walked towards her. 'Unless you count ordering the maid to do it.' His fake mother took her hands away from her head and as she did her eyes turned yellow. Her skin turned blue and her hair turned red. She turned out to be not a woman, but a little girl. Charles was stunned and then he was smiling. This little girl was a mutant. She could make herself look and sound like anyone. And she couldn't have been over 7. He kept smiling at her, still amazed.

"You're not scared of me?" she asked in a timid little voice.

"I always believed we couldn't be the only ones in the world. The only ones who were different. Charles Xavier." He extended his hand to shake her hand. She hesitated for a second before extending her's to him.

"Raven."

"You're hungry," Raven shook her head, "and alone. Take what you want, we've got lots of food, you don't have to steal." Raven smiled. "In fact, you never have to steal again. And that's a promise." Raven's smile widened. Charles knew he would have to convince his mother and his step-father to let her stay, but he would worry about that tomorrow. Right now all he wanted to do was help his new friend.

After Raven had a well over do meal and Charles had a small snack, they went upstairs. They walked down the hall on the left, where there were many rooms.

"This first one here is my room. This one is just a guest bedroom so if you want it you can stay here." Raven opened the door and walked in. It was a small room, and it had a very simple floral design. But it was pretty and Raven loved it.

"It's beautiful. Thank you," Raven said. She smiled at Charles. And then a thought came to her. "I…I have a question. Y-you said 'we' before, downstairs..."

"Oh, yeah. I was talking about me and Dakota."

"Dakota? Is she your sister?"

"No, no. She's just a friend, like you. I'll introduce you to her. She'll want to meet you." Charles went to the room across from his and softly knocked on the door. "Dakota? Are you awake?" He opened the door and walked in. Raven followed closely behind. Charles walked towards the bed in the room, where another girl was sleeping; facing away from them. Charles tapped on Dakota's shoulder, "Dakota?" Dakota stirred, but she did not wake up. "Dakota, wake up. There's someone I want you to meet. Dakota?" He shook her shoulder and she mumbled, "Who's there?"

"Dakota! Good you're awake. Dakota, I want you to meet—Dakota…Dakota!" She was falling asleep again. Charles looked at Raven who was at the foot of the bed. He sighed and sat on the bed. He leaned close to Dakota's ear. "Dakota!"

"What Charles?!" Dakota shouted, throwing her right arm towards the sound of Charles' voice. Charles ducked out of the way of her arm. Dakota's eyes were still closed and she was still half asleep. She turned away from Charles. Charles again leaned close to Dakota's ear this time he whispered, "Dakota…"

"Huuhhh?"

"Look, just wake up for two minutes. Use your powers…" Dakota opened her eyes a little bit; she felt the presence of another mutant. She was awake now. "There's another mutant in the house!" she exclaimed sitting up in bed; accidently pushing Charles off the bed.

"Ahh!"

Raven jumped. Dakota smiled and took in Raven. "Wow. Your mutation is amazing." Charles stood up and brushed himself off. Dakota kicked off the covers and jumped out of bed.

"I'm Dakota. Dakota Patience. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Raven shook her head. "Hi. I'm-"

"Raven," Dakota said before Raven got the chance. "Raven Darkholme; born…June 3rd 19…37. In a little town in Colorado." Raven was amazed; she had no idea how Dakota could've know that. "Class 4 mutant; with the ability to transform yourself into anyone." Dakota smiled again; it was more of a smirk but a friendly one. She looked into Raven's eyes and then suddenly she wasn't there! Gone in a flash. "Raven, what size are you?" Raven spun around on her feet, startled. Dakota was standing by an opened closet, in the corner of the room. Raven had no idea how she got there. Dakota was rummaging through a bunch of day dresses and night gowns. (It was ironic that Dakota had so many night gowns and yet she was wearing PJs similar to Charles' striped pants and button down shirt.) Dakota grabbed a cotton night gown that had old fancy lace on the collar. She brought the dress over to Raven and held it up to her. "Put your arms out." Raven did and Dakota held the sleeves to Raven's arm. Dakota nodded, "I think they will work." She handed the dress to Raven and walked back to the closet. Raven turned the dress over in her hands and took in the small, dainty needle work.

"What will work?" Raven asked.

"All these dresses." Raven looked up; Dakota motioned her head to the closet. "Yeah, well you see I don't like dresses and Charles' mom and step dad don't seem to understand that. So, I have all these," she paused and stared at the dresses, "ridiculous looking things up for grabs. You and Charles had a snack?" Raven and Charles nodded. "You had a snack and didn't get me?" Charles smiled shyly.

"Well, I knew it would, um take a while to…um, get you up."

"That is the worst excuse I've ever heard of!"

"Shhh! Keep your voice down. You don't want to wake up-"

"I will wake up anyone I bloody will please, thank you very much! Worst excuse ever. And I have heard my share of bad excuses in my day, let me tell you, dear heart. Jeez." Dakota walked out, mumbling about excuses, leaving Raven just staring after her. She glanced down at the dress in her hands, then at Charles, then at the door.

"Is she always like that?" Raven finally asked.

Charles chuckled, "Basically. But don't worry you'll get used to her." They both went back down stairs to the kitchen. Raven couldn't help but think what an interesting night it had been. What had started out as a 'simple' break-in had ended up giving her a home. Even if it was only temporary. Her life was going to be different now. And honestly she was looking forward to it.

Oxford University, England 1960

23 year old Charles Xavier went to get his sister and himself a drink. A beautiful blond woman was standing at the bar. She was alone. "Heterochromia," he said.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, "A gentleman would at least offer to buy me a drink first."

Charles chuckled and held two fingers to his temple. "Norman, a pint of bitter for me and a brandy for the lady, please."

"How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess. Name's Xavier. Charles Xavier. How do you do?" He shook her hand.

"Amy."

"Heterochromia was in reference to your eyes, which I have to say are stunning. One green, one blue. It's a mutation. A very groovy mutation. I've got news for you, Amy. You are a mutant."

"First you proposition a girl, and then you call her deformed. How is that seduction technique working for you?" Amy asked, definitely not buying Charles' little speech.

"I'll tell you in the morning." She blinked and smiled. Charles laughed, "No, seriously, though, you mustn't knock it. Mutation took us from single-celled organisms to being the dominant form of reproductive life on this planet." Amy was taking some interest now. "Infinite forms of variation with each generation, all through mutation." Charles was edging closer to Amy with a sly smile.

Amy was fascinated, "Then let's reclaim that word." Raven; who had been sitting at a table waiting for Charles and watching this whole thing; rolled her eyes and got up. Charles and Amy both lifted their glasses.

"Mutant and proud," Amy said. They clinked their glasses together. "Chin-chin. Hey," Charles said noticing Raven standing there, staring at them. "Oh, I guess I have to buy my own drink." Charles and Amy took a sip from their drinks.

"I'm sorry. One cola."

Amy turned her attention to Raven, "Charles here was just telling me that I'm one of the first sea creatures that grew legs."

"A tiny bit sexier," Charles added. Amy laughed. Raven just stared at him. "I'm sorry. This is my sister, Raven."

"Hi," Raven said in the most fake pleasant voice she could mustard.

"Amy." They shook hands. "And what do you study?" Amy asked.

"Waitressing."

"Ah." Raven let her left eye show part of its natural color. "Oh, look, you have heterochromia, too."

"Sorry, what?" Charles asked.

"Look at her eye." And Charles did. Raven smiled. Charles cleared his throat, annoyed.

"Right. Raven, get your coat, please." He pulled some money out of his jacket pocket and dropped it on the bar. He said a quick good bye to Amy and stormed out the door. Raven was close behind.

"Don't talk to me. You did that on purpose."

"I did not!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Why would I do it on purpose? You know I can't control it sometimes if I'm stressed or tired."

"You seem to be doing a perfectly good job right now."

In a fake British accent; mocking what Amy said; Raven said, "Mutant and proud."

"What?"

"Or is it only with pretty mutations, or invisible ones like yours? But if you're freak, you better hide."

"You're being ridiculous. I don't mean to sound like an old fart."

"Which you are."

"Sometimes. But we've talked about this, Raven. A small slip-up is one thing. A big one does not bear thinking about." Raven glared at her 'brother.' They continued walking to Charles' apartment.

"Did you even like that dumb blond?"

"She was not a dumb blond! And yes, I liked her."

"Really?"

"Really."

"And you see, I thought you only liked her because of her eyes."

"What do her eyes have to do with anything?" Charles said, irritation creeping back into his voice.

"The only reason you even talked to her, is because she had two different colored eyes, like Dakota." Charles paused for half a second, then continued walking.

"What's Dakota got to with this?" Charles asked.

"Oh, please. You been hung up on her, ever since she left you. You never could get over her."

"She did not leave me," Charles corrected, "We weren't even together. And Dakota had to leave. When she found out that her parents died in 1927 she had to go back in time and prevent that from happening. I understood that, and I still do."

"Whatever. If you're in love with her and don't want to admit it, that's fine by me." Charles opened his mouth to say something but stopped and figured he didn't want to start a fight. They reached their apartment, went in, walked up two flights of stairs, went down a hallway, reached their apartment number; 25; and walked in. It was a relatively nice apartment; nothing like home but it was nice. There were two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a closet, and a small study; where Charles did his work. The set-up of the apart was odd, though. When you walked in, you had to walk through a hall to get to the rooms. Except the bathroom was connected to the study. Charles went to his room. Raven went to the study, so she could get to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she entered the room she came to a halt. A woman was sitting on Charles' desk reading his work on genetics. She wore a blue blouse, simple black slacks, and black boots. The woman didn't even look up at Raven when she came in. Raven slowly crept away and sneaked into Charles, room.

"Charles!" she whispered.

Charles looked up, "Raven, what is it-"

"There is a woman sitting in the study."

"….What?"

"There is a woman sitting in the study." Charles gave Raven an odd look then went to the study. He opened the door, and sure enough there she was. Again the woman didn't move or anything.

"Excess, me miss?" The woman looked up this time, startled. "Um…You do realize that this is our apartment and you are kind of trespassing?" The woman smirked, threw the papers that she was looking at on the desk, and crossed her legs. She folded her hands very politely in her lap. Charles blinked.

"Continue on," she said, in a British accent similar to Charles'.

"Right, um, so if you will just leave we don't have to-"

"Call the police?" She chuckled, "I don't think you want me going to jail. I love the work, you done on this whole genetics thing. You always did say you wanted to go to Oxford and become a teacher, or something like that, in genetics." She jumped off the desk, "You always were the big dreamer." At that moment Charles noticed her eyes; one dark blue, one light blue. It was her.

"Dakota?" Raven asked before Charles could.

"In the flesh," Dakota said with a bow. She stood up to full height. "You should see the looks on your faces. I wish I had a camera."

Raven laughed, "Oh my god!" Raven went over and hugged her, and Dakota hugged her 'sister' back. Charles just stood there, dumbfounded. The two women broke their embrace and chuckled. "How-how are you?" Raven asked.

"I'm good, I'm good. Went back in time. Stopped whatever it was that killed my parents. I stayed there for a while. My parents even had another child."

"Really?"

"Yup. I have a little baby brother. After a while, I went all over the place. To the past, to the future. Then when I was in the 90s," Dakota walked around the desk and looked at all the papers on the desk again. "And I wasn't feeling the greatest and my friend, Neil Hill, said I should go to a time where I was the most happy. So, I did."

"You were happy, here?" Charles asked; it was the first thing he had said since Dakota made her big introduction. Dakota looked him in the eye. "Of course, I was. It was the best time of my life." She smiled; Charles smiled shyly; Raven smirked.

After a few hours of Charles and Raven catching Dakota up on what had happened over the past few years, and Dakota telling Charles and Raven about her adventures through time; Raven decided she was going to bed. Which meant that Dakota and Charles were alone. They just sat there on the couch; awkward. Charles glanced at Dakota; she was beautiful. More beautiful than Amy. He looked down at his shoes. Dakota glanced at Charles; he had grown very handsome. More handsome than when she last saw him at age 16. She looked down at her laced-up boots. Charles cleared his throat, "So, how long are you going to stay?" Dakota sighed.

"I'm glad one of us brought that up. IDK."

"What?"

"IDK. It means 'I don't know.'"

"Oh. Something you learned in the future?"

"I learned a lot of things in the future." Charles nodded. Dakota sighed again. "Charles."

"Yes?"

"You know I have only ever stayed in one time frame for about five years. The time I spent with you and Raven was the exception." She looked at Charles; a few strands of her hair fall in her face.

"I know. It's in your nature, to move around constantly. Seeing new places and times. Meeting new people." Charles took in Dakota's wavy, unruly hair. "You grew your hair out."

"What?"

"When you introduced yourself I kept thinking to myself, 'Something's different about Dakota,' and now I see it. It's very nice." Dakota smiled a small smile. She ran a few fingers through her hair, to get a tangled curl to lay flat with the rest of it.

"Thanks." She sat up straight; the few strands of her hair still in her face. She tried to blow it off her, but it kept coming back where it started. She was getting flustered. Finally, she grabbed the few strands with her hand and threw it out of her way. Charles looked amused. Dakota opened her mouth to explain, but then closed her mouth and shrugged. Charles laughed, "Same old Dakota. Never changed at all." Dakota smiled embarrassed, and slid closer to Charles on the couch. "Charles, I can change." Charles slid closer to Dakota.

"What do you mean?" Dakota laid her hand on Charles' shoulder.

"Use your powers." Charles gave her an odd look. Dakota raised her eyebrows.

'Why do you want me to use my powers?' Charles said, using his telepathy.

'I know Raven doesn't like you using your powers on her, and I don't know, I like your powers,' Dakota said, using the connection shared between the two of them. She would use her telepathy, but out of all her powers, her telepathy was the least powerful. Charles put his arm around Dakota.

'I'm glad you like me in your head.' Dakota smirked.

'That's not what I said.' Dakota softly rubbed Charles' cheek. Charles was glad the lights in the study were dim, so Dakota could not see him blush. 'I am whiling to change my lifestyle and stay here.'

'Why would you want to stay here?' Charles asked, running a hand through her hair. Dakota looked him in the eyes.

'I think you know why.' Charles starred back into her eyes. Then cleared his throat.

"I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch, because we, uh, only have two bedrooms. And, uh, this is not the best apartment, I know. But it is nice. And, uh,-"

"Charles."

"Yes?"

"Stop talking."

"Okay." Dakota leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back.

'I love you.'

'I love you, too.'

Raven stood by the door, smirking. She left; deciding to give them their privacy. "I called it."

I know, I know, it's not the greatest. But don't worry it will get good in the next few chapters. Stay tuned! REVIEW! {Please.} I decided to change the time line from First Class a little. And if you were wondering, Charles and Dakota are both 25, and Raven is 24; in 1962 of course. I don't know why you would want to know that, but there you go. Hope you continue reading!