Hey everyone, it's acw28 here with a brand new story!

I guess I owe those expecting an update for one of my crossovers an explanation. Before I say anything else, let me put some fears to rest, I'm not discontinuing any of my stories. I know what I'm going to have happen in A New Realm, but I've also got that storyat a nice place for a small break, nothing major just until I have a bit more free time. As for Son of the Sun, well I've run into a bit of writer's block. I know the general direction of the story, but not the fine details, add in the fact I've got a multitude of research papers (and a project) due this semester and I've got virtually zero time to write.

Luckily I do have some free time, but not much. As I don't have to time to properly research the background information for Son of the Sun, and since this idea has been in my head for a while, I decided to do a little light writing on something I didn't need to research so much.

Before we get started, here's just a little background about this story. So I was feeling nostalgic one day and ended up finding the first episode of the series on YouTube and ended up binge watching the first season. Soon after, I watched Days of Future Past on HBO and the two melded together a bit in my head until this came out. This story is an AU, and I've changed a few details from the original series to help streamline the plot.

With all that said, welcome to my new X-Men: Evolution story One Small Change, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I in no way own X-Men: Evolution

Paris, France

Five men followed their guide through the hallways of the five star hotel. Each man could not be more different from the others; one was Chinese, another was bald with a stern look in his eyes, another had a full head of blonde hair, the next man's hair had change to grey and his face had a number of wrinkles, the last seemed to be the youngest of the group, not a wrinkle found on his face, not one bit of grey in his mane of brown hair. The one thing all the men shared was the multitude of medals from their respective countries that were proudly displayed on their uniforms.

"Right this way gentlemen," the hotel worker said as he lead the group around another corner, "our guest thanks you for meeting with him so suddenly. He guarantees you will enjoy his presentation."

None of the men seemed to share the guide's enthusiasm, it didn't help none of the men knew what the meeting was about. Finally they group arrived at the board room and one by one entered. The youngest of the group moved to follow, only to have his arm grabbed. Turning his head, the man saw a giant of a man in a trench coat, his face hidden by the up turned collar and fedora, had somehow snuck up on him. Before he could process what was happening, the man found himself being dragged away by the new comer.

"What are you doing? Unhand me this instant!" The man demanded in French as they were pulled into a staff elevator.

Instead of being intimidated, the giant replied, "How long are you doing to continue the act Raven?"

A look of surprise passed the man's face for an instant before he regained control of his features. Switching to English, the man replied, in a different, feminine voice, "That's not my name, why are you here Hank?"

Although his face was hidden, the giant said, "No matter what you say, it's always Raven to me. As for why I'm here, I think that is rather obvious."

The man once more struggled in Hank's grip and said, "You need to let me go. You don't know what Trask has, what he will do to our kind."

The person was cut off in there rant when Hank said, "I know about the Sentinels," enjoying the look of surprise on his companions face, he continued, "he brought the project up during an off the books meeting. He didn't take being shut down well." Hank took a breath, seeing a look of understanding cross his friend's face. "I looked into his contacts and found out about the meeting. Trask is done Raven, the United States doesn't appreciate men who try to sell state secrets. Now are you going to change so I can get you out of here or do want to stick around when the building gets swarmed?"

The man stood for half a moment before he seemed to come to a conclusion. Starting from his head and moving downward, the man's hair, skin, even his clothes seemed to shudder as he changed. In only a handful of seconds, a blonde woman wearing a form fitting black dress and jacket replaced the young brown haired man in a military uniform. The woman could feel Hank's smirk, in response the woman glared and asked, "Happy I'm beautiful again?"

While his face was still hidden, the woman couldn't hear any humor in Hank's voice as he answered, "Red or Blonde, you were always beautiful to me Raven."

The woman only continued to glare as she said, "I told you, that's not my name. It's Mystique now."

Hank only shook his head as the doors opened. When he saw Mystique start to walk away, he quickly grabbed her wrist, "Whatever you want to call yourself, whether you choose to follow Charles or Erik, until you tell me otherwise, I'm still your friend. My door is open if you need help."

Mystique was about to tell the man she didn't need his help, only to see a team of heavily armed men dragging a number of people out of the hotel, including the group she had snuck in with. Turning back to face Hank, she asked, "Charles isn't here?" When Hank shook his head no, Mystique asked, "How'd that happen?"

Instead of answering Hank started walking away as he said, "The place I'm staying at isn't that far from here. If you want answers come visit, I'm still in town for a few months."

Mystique watched as her one-time friend walked away. Looking around at the oddly quiet street, Mystique shrugged her shoulders as she slowly started following the man. She had expected to be in the meeting for the next while, her plane out of the country wouldn't leave for hours, she needed to waste some time.

After walking a few blocks and up three flites of stairs, Mystique arrived at Hank's apartment seconds behind the man. After allowing his guest to enter first, Hank closed and locked the door before removing his hat, trench coat, and shoes. The woman was used to seeing Hank's odd blue hair and ape-like elongated feet but upon seeing her one-time friend's face again, Mystique couldn't help but say, "Well that certainly is new."

What the woman was referring to was the tuffs of blue hair, much thicker than normal, jutting out of a few places on Hank's face. Underneath the hair, Mystique could barely see how Hank's skin was discolored into a matching shade of blue.

Already knowing what the woman was referring to, Hank adjusted his glasses while he said, "A result of a secondary mutation, nothing that you need to be concerned with. My I take your coat?"

Mystique was slightly confused when she saw Hank hold out his hand. Realizing what he meant, the woman shook her head no before her body once more shuttered. In place of the blonde now stood a red head, blue skinned, yellow eyed woman, lacking any clothing. (A/N Yes I went with yellow eyes for this fic, just looks better than the white eyes.) Upon seeing Mystique in all her glory, Hank adverted his eyes as he said, "Still a nudist, huh?"

Mystique crossed her arms as she said, "I have no reason not to be. I'm a mutant, just as you. The only difference is that I'm proud of it and won't hide who I am."

Hank didn't argue with the woman he still considered a friend. Instead he walked further into his apartment as he said, "If you don't want to wear clothes while you're here I won't stop you, although I don't think mutant pride was the only reason behind Erik's suggestion of your life style."

As Mystique search through the kitchen, might as well get a free meal while she was here, she asked, "Really? Then what do you think his primary reason was?"

"I think you can figure that out." Hank replied as he sat at a desk covered with a multitude of papers and books, an out of date computer rested on the back corner while an old rotary phone was place precariously on the other side, "He may be a mutant, but Erik is still a man."

Mystique knew the meaning of the words instantly. Although she didn't have any issues with her body and had never thought too much on the subject before, the blue skinned woman quickly became self-conscious of the fact Erik's gaze, as well as those of many other men who saw her true appearance, would linger on her longer than normal. Although she was still proud of being a mutant and would love for people to acknowledge the fact her kind does exists, she wasn't so keen about that sort of extra attention. Deciding it was time for a change, Mystique asked, "You have anything I could borrow?"

Hank didn't look up from his work as he wrote something down, "Check the bedroom, third door down the hall."

Opening Hank's closet didn't present a lot of options for Mystique. Almost all of the shirts were the same, long sleeve button ups of various colors. Looking towards the back, the woman was able to see a simple white t-shirt. Her choice made, the blue skinned red head quickly put on the shirt. Although it would probably barely cover Hank, the shirt came almost to the woman's knees.

Walking back out into the living room, Mystique was able to hear tail end of a conversation Hank was having on the phone.

"Yes sir, I understand." After saying those few words, a muffled yelling could be heard on the other end before the line went silent. Hank sighed before put the phone away.

"What was that about?"

Turning around, Mystique's host said, "Nothing just lost my job again." Seeing the question in his friend's eyes, the man elaborated saying, "Trask and five men where suppose to be captured for questioning, as there were only four I ended up getting canned." Knowing it was her fault, Mystique was about to apologize until Hanks said, "Don't worry about it, it was something that was bound to happen eventually."

Raising an eyebrow, Mystique asked, "What do you mean?"

"This isn't the first time I've been fired Raven. I've had a few well-paying jobs that had high levels of security clearance. Eventually something mutant related comes up and I do something to ensure no one gets hurt. I've been re-located and given warnings a number of times, this was bound to happen eventually."

"So you've been working for the government, doesn't sound like something Charles would approve of."

Hank's shoulder slumped as he said, "Charles doesn't know, and he doesn't need me anymore."

"Why would you say that? You two were practically inseparable during High School, the only time you were apart was when you had football practice."

"A lot changed after Charles and Erik had their fight and you left." Hank began. "I stuck around for a few years to take care of Charles and the house instead of going to college. We eventually found a few people who needed his help. One guy, some Canadian with memory issues, stayed around longer than the rest, really started to help out with everything. I saw that my friend would be fine without me, so I left. It didn't help I started not to agree with him."

Mystique couldn't hide the shock on her face, "You think Charles is wrong? I never thought you'd follow Erik's vision."

Hank shook his head as he replied, "Neither is right, but Charles is the closest to the answer. Erik preaches how we and the rest of mutant kind are superior and should rule over others, but it's ideals like that validate Trask claims that we are a danger to everyone. Charles, however, teaches that we should be able to coexist with everyone, without problems."

"That's what you believed for a long time as well, what do you think now?"

Taking off his glasses to rub his temples, Hank began by saying, "As I said before, Charles is closer to the truth. I would love to one day see a world where a mutant, no matter what they looked like, could walk down the street in broad daylight without fear, but the world isn't ready for us. We need to hide and gain the public's trust before we announce ourselves to the world."

While it was vastly different than what she believed, Mystique actually found herself enjoying this conversation, and remembered a time when they were younger and use to test each other's intellect, "And what if the world discovers our kind before people are ready, what will you do then?"

"If you're asking if I'd hide, I wouldn't." Mystique was surprised at Hank's answer, having always known him to try to stay out of conflict. "Truthfully, I don't fully know. I suppose I'd try to run for office, maybe the Senate, try to help others understand there is nothing wrong with being a mutant."

"What about now? What project are you working on this time?" For as long as she'd known him, Hank had always been tinkering with something, be it making a car go faster or trying to cross breed various flowers. The man had a number of interests to devote his intelligence to.

"A suppressant for my secondary mutation." Mystique grew wide eyed and was going to yell at her friend for trying to hide himself, but he cut her off by saying, "You remember that I wanted to teach don't you? Once the rest of this," Hank gestured to his face, indicating the blue hair, "comes in no parent will want their child in the same school as me." He then looked out the window, noting the setting sun and told his guest, "It's getting late, you should probably head back to where you're staying."

Mystique looked to the floor as she considered her options. She hadn't meant to stay for so long, she didn't have a place to stay either. Swallowing her pride, she said, "I really didn't have anything planned after Trask, can I crash her tonight?"

Hank didn't even hesitate as he said, "Sure, you take the bed and I'll take the pull out." As he got up to make his bed, Hank once more looked at his friend before releasing a soft chuckle. "That shirt looks ridiculous on you."

Mystique surprised herself as she laughed along. "I'll have to agree, it's more of a dress really." After she finished talking, the blue skinned woman was surprised as the shirt changed. The sleeves receded into themselves until they vanished, the bottom stretched until it almost touched the floor, the sides split after her hips, allowing her legs mobility. While Mystique was surprised at the change, Hank only scratched his chin and said to himself, "So that's where that went."

"One of your pet projects I guess?"

Hank nodded his head before he walked to the pull out couch. "Yeah, I got tired of having to get my shirts tailored so I tried to make one that would adapt to what the wearer wanted. I took some material and infused some of your DNA I got from an old hairbrush, but I could never get it to work." After pulling the mattress out Hank looked to his friend and said, "Guess it was automatically keyed to your commands." Walking to the linen closet, the man grabbed some sheets before telling his friend, "Feel free to keep it, in a way it was always yours. Night Raven."

As she went to the bedroom, the woman whispered so low only she heard herself, "Good night, Beast."

It was the middle of the night, she had a comfortable bed, plenty of covers, she even was wearing the morphing clothing in its original shape, and still Mystique was cold. She blamed Hank for it, the only time he would say he was cold was if he was standing in the middle of a blizzard. He probably also rented this apartment without a heater so he could save some money. Coming to a conclusion on how to stay warm and actually get some sleep, she got out of bed and walked to the living room.

Hank was sprawled out on the pull out, oblivious to the, seemingly, near artic temperatures of the apartment. As quietly as she could, Mystique slipped under the covers next to the man, yet he still woke up. "Raven?" Hank groggily asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm cold and it's your fault, next time you rent a place get a heater." Mystique chastised her friend. "Now get back to sleep, it's only for the night. I'll be gone by tomorrow." Hank lazily nodded his head and complied with his friend's demands.

She didn't leave the next day, nor the one after that. She stayed for the entire month, and the one after, and the one after that. In that time she reconnected with Hank, during which more tuffs of hair appeared on his face. She soon learned that the second mutation also affected his other senses, his hearing and smell where better than ever and he hardly used his glasses. They jointly come to the conclusion that as more hair, which they started calling fur, appeared that his senses would continue to sharpen. Of course she didn't miss the chance to tease Hank about how his old football nickname became even more appropriate.

They were able to live comfortably in the apartment. Hank's stipend from his old job soon ran out, but the landlady let them stay after Hank fixed the water heater. Soon he became the building's unofficial handyman. Hank had also been sent out to help the landlady's friends with their own maintenance problems. The sight of the trench coat giant use to scare people, but it soon became a welcome sight to many. Mystique was determine not to be deadweight and often went out to the local stores to help with the odd jobs.

When neither wasn't out in town, they often would lounge around the apartment. Often they would read borrowed books, watch one of the endlessly played old, black and white romantic movies on TV, or simply talk. She couldn't exactly say it, but at some point in those months she had stopped being Mystique and was once more Raven, and sometime after that the friendship between her and Hank had become more. Their first time together had been clumsy due to both being inexperienced, yet they soon learned what set each other off, which resulted in their neighbors often banging on the walls.

As Raven walked away from the corner shop with the ingredients for the night's dinner, she reflected on how she was enjoying her life. She was happy being with Hank, she couldn't imagine not returning to the apartment, to his smile. She still believed mutants shouldn't have to hide, but she was starting to agree with Hank that maybe Erik had been wrong. She was interrupted from her thoughts when a familiar voice said, "So this is where you have been."

Turing around, Raven saw a man wearing a brown three-piece suit. He looked like any other traveling business man, but the woman instantly recognized him by his distinctive white hair. "What do you want Erik?"

"Why to take you home of course. I grew concerned after you didn't come back when Trask was arrested. Now that was a surprise, I expected him dead not incarcerated."

"It's been three months and now you decide to look for me? Some boss you are."

While Erik had a smile before, it was now gone. Giving the woman a slight glare, Erik said, "You've changed haven't you?" He didn't give Raven a chance to respond, instead he continued talking, "I guess you're staying with one of our old friends. I'd know if it was Charles, so who is it?"

A growl come from the back of Raven's throat as she said, "None of your business Erik, not anymore."

"I didn't come here to fight Mystique, I came to bring you home." Slowly the man reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a train ticket. Holding it out, he said, "This is a one way ticket to a place I've established myself in." He then placed it on the ground. "The choice is yours Mystique, but know this, you're not like the rest of them, you're not a coward who will hide from the world." With his piece said, Erik turned and left.

Raven watched the man leave, then walked forward and picked up the ticket. She gripped the paper in both hands, ready to rip it in half, but a thought stopped her. Was she a coward, was it so wrong to just want a peaceful life? The walk up the stairs never seemed so long as it did now. Once the door was unlocked, Raven was greeted to the familiar sight of the rooms she had come to consider her home. How was it just minutes before she could think of nothing but staying here, yet now she had lingering doubts? Deciding to distract herself, Raven put her groceries down and began to cook.

While it took away, dinner was eventually made, yet the blue skinned woman still sent glances at the train ticket. Trying to distract herself once more, Raven looked over Hank's work. They had made progress with the serum, but something was still missing. Once more doubts creep into her mind. Yes Hank was trying to hide, but with the way his mutation was progressing did he really have a choice? Would she do the same if she was forced to stay blue?

As these thoughts appeared, Raven suddenly saw the missing component to the serum. As she penciled in her suggestion, she also came a conclusion to her own problems. Finding some loose paper, she quickly wrote a message. As she proof read her note, she glanced around the apartment, remembering all the moments she would treasure.

Folding the paper, Raven closed her eyes and gave the paper a light kiss, wishing she was brave enough to hand it to Hank herself. Opening her eyes, Mystique stood, changed her appearance, grabbed the ticket, and walked out of the apartment.

Hank came to the apartment an hour later, having spent the day repairing a number of ancient machines several blocks away. He was surprised to find the door locked and the apartment silent, Raven always left the door unlocked and was constantly humming some tune she'd heard during the day. He briefly noted his papers were moved. He looked over the new suggestion which proved to be the missing component he needed. He also saw the folded piece of paper with his name written in the middle. While he dreaded what it said, he still knew he needed to read it.

"Hank," the letter began, "Before I write anything else, I want you to know that I truly enjoyed every second I spent with you. I will always treasure that time and would never trade it away. But we're just too different. You say you're not ashamed of being a mutant, but you still want to hide. The formula you've spent the better part of the past year creating? It's the proof that we aren't right for each other. I don't know if Erik or Charles is right, but I know I can't hide. I made dinner before I left, but this is goodbye Beast, possibly for the last time. Love, Mystique."

Hank didn't know which hurt worse, that she left or that he'd been deluding himself with the possibility that she'd stay. After slowly eating the cold dinner, Hank reviewed the formula one last time. Everything seemed sound, he'd get the ingredients tomorrow and if it work he would be flying home the day after.

Two Months Later

Mystique had grown use to her routine. Erik, or as he now called himself Magneto, was excited to see her when she arrived, although she could see the disappointment in his eyes when she revealed she wasn't a nudist anymore. It was a little odd moving into a castle that Magneto had supposedly bought, but the woman didn't question it, she was just glad that a village not far away had all the modern luxuries.

Perhaps she would have enjoyed the castle better if it wasn't for the fact she was constantly sick. Just a few weeks after she arrived and she already had some stomach bug that wouldn't go away. As she spent another morning kneeling in front of the toilet, she ideally rubbed her stomach while she considered what remedy she hadn't tried yet. Her hand stopped abruptly as she felt her stomach's slight rise. Looking down confirmed she did, in fact, possess a small bulge. But how was this possible? She was always a healthy person and her mutation helped to keep her in shape. Suddenly the sickness made sense, but she couldn't be, could she? Needing answers, Mystique quickly got dressed for the day and left the castle.

An hour later she was tapping her foot in the bathroom of a corner store in the village. She walked for half an hour to find one item but didn't dare use it back at the castle. She ended up buying a pack of three and using all of them, better safe than sorry. After waiting five minutes, Mystique looked at the results. As with the other two, a blue plus sign was present on the pregnancy test.

She was pregnant. A number of emotions overwhelmed her. She was shocked by the whole ordeal, but worried how Hank should be involved. It was obviously his child, and even if she wasn't with him shouldn't he have some input about how it should be raised? Ultimately she decided she'd cross that bridge when the time came, right now she needed to keep this from Magneto. The man was always insistent on mutant superiority, there was no telling what he'd do with the child of two mutants in his hands.

The next eight months passed quickly for Mystique. She was glad he had learned how to shift her internal organs when she was younger, by moving and shrinking her stomach and intestines she was able to hide her growing stomach from Magneto whenever he came to ask her opinion on something. While she couldn't hold the shift for long it, and even though it was tiring to do, she would do anything to keep her pregnancy a secret. She was also glad she had a passing interest in Nursing before she joined with Erik the first time, it made understanding what was happening to her body a lot easier.

Finally the day came, it was just pure luck that Magneto was out of the castle. When she felt her water break in the morning, Mystique prepared herself for the ordeal to come. She couldn't say how long the delivery lasted, only that she released the loudest screams of her life and alternated wishing Hank was with her and cursing him for putting her through this. At last, after one final push, her child was born. Although tired from the ordeal, Mystique still found the strength to cut her kid's umbilical cord and wash the blood off.

This was the first time she got a look at her offspring. Living in the castle and keeping everything to herself meant she couldn't get an ultrasound to check on her child's health, of course it didn't matter considering the village didn't have such a machine. To her surprise, she found her child was a boy. She could tell that he'd inherited his father's blue hair and slightly elongated feet, the kid almost look like a clone of Hank.

Smiling, Mystique said, "You've certainly got a lot of your father in you, don't you?" In response, her son barely opened his eyes, giving the woman the chance to glimpse a flash of yellow before they closed. "Looks like you did get some of me though."

After she was finish washing her son, Mystique dried and wrapped him in a blanket to keep him warm and, not having a crib, found a clean spot on the bed to lay him down. While her plan was to leave the castle immediately after birth, she was too exhausted to even think of that. Making sure not to crush her son, the blue skinned woman laid down as well to rest.

Magneto marched through the castle with a purpose. When he first found Mystique in Paris, he was surprised that one of his biggest supporters had changed. Although he feared she was too far gone, he was able to bring the woman back to his fold. However he still feared she had changed too much. He had tried to get her to involved in his plans, to have her tell him what she thought would and wouldn't work. The master of magnetism grew frustrated as she seemed to only talk to him the bare minimum before slipping off to her room. If the man didn't have the woman a few villages over to confide in he'd would have gone mad, but enough was enough! Determined to get answers, Magneto arrived at Mystique's room to find the door slightly ajar. Slowly opening the door, the man had the surprise of a lifetime.

For the first time in a while, Magneto saw Mystique nude, but what held his attention was child by her side. Quickly realizing what had been kept from him, the white haired man only smirked. Even when she tried not to, the woman had helped Magneto more than she realized. He had a unique specimen, a child of a mutant, to experiment on. Slowly walking into the room, the man was able to snatch the child away from its mother.

The question of what to do popped into Magneto's mind as he walked to his lab. This was a rare opportunity, one that couldn't be wasted. He did have the prototype that needed testing, he had a lack of "volunteers" for that experiment. As he opened the door to his lab, Magneto smirked. Mystique may hate him for this, but she would eventually forgive and forget. After all, for the advancement of mutant kind, sacrifices needed to be made.

Mystique awoke and immediately knew something was wrong. Turning her head, she saw that her son was missing. Fearing the worse, she quickly grabbed a traveler's cloak and ran to the one room Magneto told her never to enter. Throwing the door open, she saw flashes of green light emitting from a machine in the center of the room, and heard her son crying. Quickly findings the power source, Mystique, not concerned for her own safety, pulled a number of wires out of the wall to stop the machine. Thankfully she wasn't hurt and the machine stopped.

Moving to the center of the room, Mystique could now see a familiar bundle in the center of the machine. Grabbing her son, the woman was shocked at what she saw. Where before her son could pass as a regular human, now that was impossible with the fine, blue fur that covered his body. His pointer and middle fingers, as well as his ring fingers and pinkies, had fused together leaving her son with a thumb and two large digits on each hand. If that wasn't surprising enough, a pointed tail also peaked out of the blanket by her son's head.

Sensing someone behind her, and already knowing who it was, the woman asked, "What have you done to my son?"

There was no emotion in Magneto's voice as he said, "I've evolved him. He's reached the pinnacle of his mutation. Once the machine and the process is refined, he will be but the first of many."

"No," the mother said, "you've ruined his life. You are nothing but a monster!" With that, the mother clutched her son to her chest and ran past Magneto, and out of the castle.

She didn't know how far she ran, nor how far, she only knew that she couldn't stop. The blizzard didn't faze her, she would endure what she must to keep her son safe. When she heard the wolves howl, she ran faster, hoping she could get far enough away. Eventually she came to an old footbridge and started across.

This proved to be a mistake, she could see the outline of the wolves waiting for her on the other side. Turning around revealed a few brave members of the pack that had followed her on to the rickety bridge, further back she could see the outline of Magneto. Suddenly one of the wolves jumped towards her.

In one universe, the woman would have stepped back and lost her grip on the child, sending the boy into the river below. She would had grieved, but she would have no place to go and return with Magneto back to his castle and continue to follow his ideals.

But this was not that universe. Instead the mother turned her back to the wolf, hoping to protect her son from the beast. The momentum transferred sent the woman and her son over the railing, falling together. While she disappeared into the fog, the mother screamed and tried to angle her body so that her son had the best chance of survival. She suddenly heard an unfamiliar sound, something like a "bamf", before her back was painfully slammed into an ice float. She also noted the scent of brimstone in the air. Having no idea what happened, the mother looked to her son and noticed he was asleep. Only then did she guess he had used his mutation to teleport the pair further down the chasm, surviving the fall.

Drained from everything that happened within the past few hours, the mother held her son close as she fell into unconsciousness. As the ice float continued to drift down the river, neither mother or son would know how this one small change would affect the events to come.

And that's a wrap on chapter one. I intended the first chapter to go on for a bit, but this seemed to be a good place to stop for now. 11 pages is pretty respectable for a first chapter, and is about my average when first starting a story. So like it, have a suggestion as to what should happen next? Let me know in the reviews.

So with the first chapter done, a few questions are raised, including…

What will Hank do now?

Will Magneto's plans succeed?

How will the mother and her son survive?

Those questions, and others, will be answered in the coming chapter of One Small Change.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and will stick around for the rest of the story. With that said, here's acw28 saying, "until next update."