A/N: Hey guys so...I'm new to this whole fanfic thing. I mean I've written hundreds of stories before but I've never actually published. Yikes. Anyway...I was mad there were basically NO quicksilver stories and I love his character so I decided to write my own. I definitely pretty much have the entire story planned out including the ending so if y'all like it I'll continue. I hope you guys like it. I at least had fun writing it. It's definitely peter x oc. Just a warning the rating may change...We'll see :) ANYWAY here we go. Hope its not too bad for my first try.

It started on a Tuesday. Carolyn sat in the middle of her dorm room surrounded by papers and text books. Finals were next week and her stress levels were through the roof. She was on her fifth cup of coffee and second day without sleep. Her eyes hadn't left her notes in over three and a half hours. She had been studying for months now to no avail but she just couldn't grasp the concepts.

Carolyn Curtis was no idiot. She graduated high school with a 4.0 gpa and a scholarship to Harvard university. She worked hard for what she had but she could feel it all slipping away as the threat of failing her classes loomed before her. If she failed just one class it was game over, no more scholarship, no more Harvard. Not only would she loose the scholarship but she could already see the disappointment on her parents faces. She couldn't let them down.

Carolyn thought back to the day she got accepted. Her parents were glowing with pride and hope. They didn't have much money but they scraped together everything they could to cover what the scholarship did not.

They took extra hours and worked nonstop just for me to fail...

What am I going to do?

I don't understand any of this!

It's next week. Next week. Four days to understand.

There's nothing I can do I just...

Carolyn threw her papers in the air in frustration. She could feel the hot angry tears well up in her eyes as she reached for a textbook and launched it at the wall. But before it could hit...the book stopped mid-flight. It sat frozen in place as she looked up and let out a sigh. Believe it or not this was not unusual to Carolyn because Carolyn was no normal college student.

Carolyn A. Curtis was a mutant. One with the ability to slow time or halt it completely. The problem with the latter half is that she could only hold it for so long, thirty three minutes being her record.

She stared at the book attempting to calm down and will the tears away before standing up with a huff. "You know what? Fuck it I deserve a break."

She walked down the halls passing her frozen peers along the way. Stevie Grimshaw and Janice Ackerson stood mid-conversation. "They definitely just banged." She thought out loud noting their tousled hair and sweat.

She noted Eric Williams had his hand shoved so far up a vending machine that she began to consider that he was a mutant. "There is no way any normal human could ever accomplish that." She laughed, bending over to investigate. His hand was wrapped around a chocolate bar on the bottom row and his face was red with exertion. She laughed again before heading towards the door.

Finally she made it out and the sunlight burned her eyes before she finally adjusted to the outside world. She hadn't left that building in days...she could feel the fresh air cleansing her body. Carolyn figured she had about 20 minutes left before time resumed and she decided that's how long her much deserved break would last.

She felt at peace when the world was frozen. It was a little unnerving the first couple times it happened but after a while it became one of her favorite pastimes. There was something about it that filled her with peace. There were no deadlines...no one to bother her...no noises. Just her...free to do as she pleased.

Her mutation manifested when she was nine. Her parents originally believed that she was teleporting. One moment she would be in a room and the next she'd be in the kitchen rummaging through the pantry for a snack. As she got older she was able to articulate what was happening and they all realized she was simply messing with time. Though her parents weren't mutants, they loved and supported her and did their best to protect her from prejudice.

Carolyn looked up to the sky but was met with something rather odd. She couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or not but a large dome shaped barrier of sorts hung over the school. It seemed to be made of energy and it gave off an iridescent glow. Though the world was still...the air seemed to vibrate and the light around her seemed warped. It was like looking at bright lights with tired eyes or through a cheap plastic magnifying glass. After a while she realized it couldn't be natural and that it had to be coming from somewhere...or someone. She had to investigate.

Carolyn then decided to find the edge of the dome. Maybe along the way I'll find what's responsible.

It took a while but finally she reached what seemed to be the edge. It looked just as the top had...a thin glowing sheet of energy. She then had two options. Let it be or touch it.

Now, she knew touching it was the stupid idea, but also knew if she died...she wouldn't have to worry about finals. Slowly, she reached a flat hand forward and allowed her fingertips to connect with the surface. Nothing happened. She pressed down harder and found herself falling forward and through the dome. Her face hit the grass with a thump and it was that moment she realized God truly was against her. She groaned while rolling onto her back.

A bird chirped.

The sound of voices and cars followed.

Time was back on.

But the dome was still there. And inside people still stood frozen in place. She quickly stuck her head back inside the dome.

It was silent.

She pulled it back out. The sounds of life hit her ears.

She looked up and around observing the menacing dome. People started to gather around speaking in panicked tones and shouts.

Did I do this?

It had been months, months, and the dome was still there. Stevie and Janice were still mid conversation. Eric still had his hand shoved up that machine. Carolyn knew she did it. She didn't know how...but it was her powers that created this mess. And it had to be her powers that fixed it.

But she couldn't.

She had tried for months to figure out how to fix it. Nothing worked. She would stand in front of it for hours, concentrating, doing everything she could to undo it.

But. Nothing. Ever. Happened.

The dome was taped off with caution tape. Police were constantly on site attempting to keep the press away. But the whole country knew about it. It was on every news station and in every paper. Thankfully nobody knew who caused it...but they definitely blamed it on mutants.

Anti-mutant churches came from miles away to stand outside the dome holding bibles and anti-mutant signs. "Kill the muties! Cleanse the world of their filth! They will burn in hell!" They would shout, venom in their speech.

Carolyn felt awful. She never wanted any of this. She was afraid to tell her parents and for all they knew she was trapped inside with the others. Every day she would slip past security and return to her room. She had nowhere else to go. She didn't want to leave...she had to fix it. Luckily nobody dared to venture inside the dome...so she was safe from being exposed.

For now.

It had been five months. Five months since she stopped time at Harvard. Five months of investigation and nonstop news coverage. It all ended on a Friday. Carolyn woke that morning and stretched her arms. Just like that...time resumed. Everything was normal. The students and staff trapped inside had no idea of what occurred until they were met by frantic investigators and yellow tape. During the chaos, Carolyn slipped out with a duffle bag stuffed with her possessions and used a pay phone to call a taxi.

She knew where she needed to go.

"I believe you'll fit in quite nicely miss Curtis." The professor said as he led Carolyn down the hall. She trailed absently behind him as he came to a stop. "You'll be staying upstairs. I'll have someone bring your bag to your room-"

"Oh don't bother with that I can carry it..." She insisted.

"It's a long tour miss Curtis...and I'm sure you're quite tired." The professor wasn't wrong so she decided to take up his offer.

Before she could say anything a boy materialized in front of them. She gasped in shock and gripped onto the handle of the professor's wheelchair. She looked up...and the boy shot her a sly grin.

He looked at the professor, "You rang?" Carolyn looked at them, dumbfounded.

"Peter could you bring Miss Curtis's bags to her room?" The professor asked.

"You got it boss." Their eye contact didn't break. Peters smirk got wider. And with that he and her duffle bag disappeared without a trace.

"What...what did he just do? Did he teleport? I'm so-"

The professor gave her a kind smile, "Peter is...fast to put it simply." Carolyn sighed and shook her head. Would she ever get used to this?

"Don't worry you'll get used to it." The professor replied. Had he read her thoughts?

"Yes." He replied as he turned and began down the next hall, motioning for her to do the same. She sighed and followed after him. This place was weird...but then again so was she.

After the professor gave her the grand tour and engaged her in a long discussion about her past and goals for the future, Carolyn tiredly roamed the halls trying to remember where her room was. It was only two in the afternoon but she was beat and intended to sleep the second she found her bed.

She was supposed to go to dinner and meet everyone but didn't feel hungry nor did she possess the energy to do so. Finally she found what she was looking for. She had a roommate, as told by the already heavily decorated room, but luckily they were nowhere to be found. She immediately fell into the bed and sighed in satisfaction.

"Hey." Now what.She looked up and there he was. The boy from before, Peter, smirk and all leaning in the doorway.

"What do you want?" She groaned, she'd admit it was a little snippy of her but she was exhausted. So much for making good impressions.

"Is that anyway to treat the guy who most generouslycarriedyourbagtoyourroomsoyouwouldnthaveto."

"What?" She replied.

"I carried your shit." He said smiling, crossing his arms over his chest. "But that's not why I'm here." He appeared right next to her and she nearly fell off the bed in surprise...did he always have to do that? "I happen to be the official welcoming committee."

"Is that so?" She said, still laying on the bed with her hand draped over her tired eyes.

"It is. And as official welcoming committee it's my duty to give you the real tour of the school."

"The professor already gave me the tour."

"No he gave you A tour not THE tour. The real tour. Come on get up." He said, gently yanking on her arm.

"I'm too tired for this. Can't it happen tomorrow?" She hissed, pulling her arm away from him.

He grimaced. "Tired? It's 2 pm. What are you my grandma? Get up." He said, taking her hand and pulling Carolyn to her feet.

"Who are you calling a grandma when you're the one with grey hair."

Carolyn crossed her arms and planted herself on the wood floor.

"It's silver and you wish you had hair as cool as mine. Now lets goooo..." He said motioning towards the door. She stared at him for a beat. She was tired...but she was curious so she decided to humor him.

"Fine. I'll go." She said uncrossing her arms.

He quickly appeared behind her, wrapping an arm around her and placing one on her head.

Immediately she jumped away scoffing."Now just what do you think you're doing?" Really who was this guy?

He appeared behind her again and turned her around, "Its quicker this way." He replied.

"It's quicker what way?" She said shoving his hand away.

"Do you want to get whiplash?"

"Do I what?" She screeched. "What the hell are you-" but before she could finish her sentence, colors flashed around her and she found herself in a completely different setting.

She nearly keeled over and fell flat on her face but this time Peter caught her. The world spun around her and a wave of nausea washed over her body.

"Sorry." Peter's voice was filled with genuine concern. "Everyone's first time is rough."

Carolyn's brain called for her to push him away, but was it wrong that she enjoyed the way his arms felt around her? Finally reason kicked in and she shoved him away.

"You alright now?" He asked, leaning his head to the side, genuinely worried about her. He really had to stop doing that to people he just met.

Carolyn huffed, she wasn't about to put up with this and she intended to return to her room that instant. She stared him down and focused her energy...what she had left of it at least. She raised her hands and her eyes flashed with light.

The world stopped. A bird hung suspended midflight. Children were stuck in running positions in the distance. A football was set in the air. Everything was still...all except for...Peter.

He stood there with a confused look...looking at the frozen world around him. He hadn't done this had he? Did she do that?

She began to yell. "What the hell! What did you do? Why aren't you like everyone else?" She flailed her arms around motioning towards the frozen world around them.

He just stared at her. For the first time...he didn't know what to say. He felt weird but he couldn't quite explain the feeling. What he did know was that she was the first person he'd ever met who saw the world the same way he did.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Hey man I don't know." Was all he could muster up. Carolyn groaned and plopped down on the grass in defeat.

"So is it like this," he raised a hand towards the scene in front of them, "everywhere right now? The whole world?" He slowly sat next to her. He never did anything slow in his life but he didn't quite feel like himself.

"There is no right now...technically. And...I think so." She closed her eyes as she laid down. Maybe if she did that he would go away. He didn't. They sat there for a moment. It was quiet. No wind. No birds. No nothing. Peter knew what it was like to be faster than sound but he'd never experienced a lack of it.

Carolyn sat up, realizing he wasn't just going to go away. "We'll take me on that tour I guess since I clearly can't escape you," She sighed, getting up and brushing the grass off her shorts, "but we're walking this time. Don't you dare do that...thing again." She looked around and just like that the world resumed as it had before.

Peter took her everywhere he could think of. There was no official welcoming committee or secret tour...which was obvious. He just thought she was hot. At the moment they were standing in front of what seemed to be a gardening shack.

"This is where we keep all the good snacks and games we don't want the younger kids knowing about." Peter explained.

"It's a rank old shack...why would you keep anything in there." Carolyn replied with a scrunched up nose.

"It's not just any rank old shack." Peter smiled as he fiddled with the lock and the door. The rusted hinges squeaked as the inside was revealed.

Despite the dirty exterior, the inside was quite nice. It was clearly remodeled and it looked more like a tiny apartment than a place to store garden supplies. It had a small fridge and a fluffy brown couch covered in fabric patches. There was a table in the corner that held a small little color TV with crooked antennas sticking from the top. There were also two arcade style game consoles on the wall closest to the door. Suddenly she felt cool air hit her face and realized there was even an air conditioner.

"...wow" Was all she could say.

"Me and Jean fixed it up about a year ago. Not too shabby if I do say so myself." He said with pride as he fell on the couch and leaned back.

"Who's Jean?" Carolyn inquired, still standing near the door.

"You'll meet her later. She's pretty cool you'll like her. Oh and I almost forgot..." He ran to the fridge and opened it. After rummaging around for a minute he finally pulled out two Popsicles.

He appeared in front of her. She didn't flinch this time. "Here." He said, holding them out. She took the red one.

"Thanks." She smiled as she unwrapped it. "So, where to next?"

They arrived at their next destination. It was a garden surrounded by large hedges and bright flowers.

"Now this place is top secret. You can't tell anyone.Especially not the professor. I mean he knows about it this is his house but he doesn't know what everyone uses it for."

"And what would that be?" Carolyn inclined.

"Weeeellll...let's just say anything you wouldn't want to be caught doing at the mansion." Peter leered, crossing his arms.

"Like what?" She asked, already dreading the answer.

"It's a sex garden. Totally a sex garden. Sometimes alcohol garden. Makeout garden. Party garden. Weed garden. You name it..it's been done." He replied nonchalantly.

"You're unbelievable." She said, smacking his shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Hey man I didn't say I did any of that or….at least some of that." He smirked. "I just thought you deserved to know. Who knows what shenanigans you'll get into here. And as a fellow shenanigans partaker it was my duty to inform you." He said raising his hands in defense.

Carolyn rolled her eyes. "Fine whatever. Where to next?"

"Pssh whatever you say man. I mean I guess it kinda sucks erik-Er my dad wasn't there but geez I mean what can you do. I mean he was kind of a terrorist for a while there. Just Imagine how I'd be if he HAD raised me amirite? It doesn't bother me."

"Are you so sure about that?" Charles asked.

"Yeahdudewhatever...can I go?"

Peter never took much of what Charles said seriously because to be fair he wasn't a therapist.

"Why are you always bringing up this boring stuff when I come in here?" Peter leaned down in the arm chair, resting his chin on his chest. He began to fiddle with the loose strings coming from the armrest.

"Peter, you're the one who comes in here. I've never asked you to do that. Why do you come in here if not for this?"

"I dunno man...to talk..to discuss. I'm just bored I guess."

"What do you think we're doing then? Peter if it wasn't abundantly clear already...I can read minds." Charles said, smiling as he leaned back. "But I don't need to do that to know why you've come in here. I know your father well and I'm the next best thing for acquiring the answers you seek...since you don't want to actually tell him he's your father..."

"Uhhhh helllooo earth to peter. Are you in there?"

"Huh?" Peter said, pulling himself from his thoughts.

"You were telling me all about this 'super secret cool kids only lake' and then you blanked out for a while." Carolyn said as she sat down on the grass near the edge of the lake. The late May sun beat down on her neck and she desperately wished she could jump in. But she decided stripping down in front of Peter was definitely not the way to go. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand wishing she had another Popsicle.

"Well here it is. Cool kids only. Don't tell anyone about it. Moving on." He stuck his hand down to her and impatiently motioned for her to take it.

"Peter I'm hot." She groaned, ignoring his hand.

"Yousureare." He said, almost undetectably. "Now let's go we're burning daylight here. Ándale Ándale get up."

If looks could kill he would have been a dead man. Carolyn glared at him for a good minute. "What did you say?"

"Hurry up." He said, still holding his hand out.

"No before tha-"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said with an innocent smile. "How about we move on to our next stop, shall we?" Finally she took his hand. She was tired and annoyed but something about him made her want to put up with it. She figured it was because he was kind of cute. Carolyn sighed.

"Lead the way I suppose."

"Soooo...you control time." Peter asked, kicking at the dirt. Nearly four hours had passed and it was starting to get dark.

"Yes...though sometimes," she sighed "it controls me."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well..." Carolyn scrunched up her features. "You know that incident at Harvard?" Who was she kidding everyone knew about it.

"Yeah! Man that was crazy!" Peter replied.

"I did that. I freaked out one day and...stuck everyone in a time bubble or something...I don't know. As soon as I figured out how to undo it I dropped out and came here."

"Jeez you went to Harvard?" Peter said in awe.

"What? No...you're missing the point. I caused that catastrophe it's all my fault. I trapped all those people in time for six months."

"Yeah and I broke my terrorist dad out of the pentagon. It's whatever man. The difference between you and me is that I lived in my mom's freakin basement until like 2 years ago and you went to Harvard." Peter stared at the ground with a half grin.

"Who's your terrorist dad?" She said with slight concern.

"Well he's not really a terrorist I guess. People don't hate him anymore...I think...I don't know it's complicated. He has been helping rebuild cities so I guess that's a good thing. Oh and he did help stop that old blue guy so..."

"Is your dad...is your dad magneto?"

"Yep. That's him." He said crossing his arms.

"Wow that's...wow. I wrote a whole paper on him. I was studying mutant law you know...At Harvard." Carolyn's anxiety began to resurface at her mention of Harvard. "You really can't tell anyone what I've told you. If they found out...well...I don't know what they'd do."

Carolyn began to realize her mistake in spilling her secrets to someone she just met. What was she thinking? The anxiety began to spread through her body and she found it hard to swallow.

Peter saw the stress on her as clear as day. He was beginning to learn just how easy to read she was. "Hey...listen I think we're pretty even here. I won't tell anyone you did at Harvard if you don't tell the government I committed treason." Peter pointed a stern finger at her and put on a mock serious face. "Got it?"

"Got it." Carolyn smiled. Being around him made her feel something she couldn't quite describe. She felt they were on common grounds and knew there was nothing to be worried about. She...Kind of...trusted him...which was strange to her considering she just met him. She sighed and began to relax again.

"So you lived in your moms basement?" She laughed. "How nice" she said in a mocking tone giving a playful shove.

"Woah woah woah hey...I only said that to make you feel better I'm not a total looser. I was the one who saved the world from that apocalypse guy."

"Is that so?" She said crossing her arms and giving a pointed look.

"Well I mean I was on the team but still did it. It still counts. You should be thanking me."

"Thank you O' valiant knight. For saving the world. I owe you my life." She said dramatically, draping her arm over her face as if she was fainting.

"You're welcome. And you do owe me but I'll cash that in later." He winked as he leaned against the tree.

Carolyn put her hands on her hips and glowered at him. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"

"Guess you'll find out later darlin."

Carolyn scoffed. "Is your stupid tour over now? Can I leave?"

"I guesssss. Do you want me to take you back my way or you gonna walk back like a boring looser?"

Carolyn stared at him for a good moment and Peter smiled back.

"I'll walk thank you." She said, without commitment in her tone. She realized the mansion was out of sight and she had no idea how to get back...or how long such an endeavor would take. Peter's tour took every last bit of energy she had left.

I don't think I can make it back.

"You uh...sure about that." He smirked, still leaning against the tree.

Carolyn huffed, throwing her hands in the air. "Fine just hurry up and do whatever it is you do."

Peter appeared behind her and lowered his goggles onto his eyes. Just like that they were back in her room. After a moment of catching her breath she finally turned to face him.

"You know. After all this time together I still only know your last name Miss Curtis." He said, pulling his goggles off.

"It's Carolyn."

He smiled. "Well Carolyn, I'll see you at dinner later." And with that he was gone.

Carolyn sat down on her bed and fell back. She really wasn't planning on going to dinner but decided she really had no choice at this point. Besides, she thought, it would be good to get to know people.

A/N: And that's it for now folks. I'll try to write as much as I can and I already have a few chapters written but I like to wait a lil to let them marinate so I can look back at them with a fresh mind and catch all those spelling and grammar errors. (If you catch any let me know...yikes..). Also I hope you like my OC! I really actually don't like OC's in fanfic all that much but I hope I did okay with her. Shes like my child and I tried to write her as well as i possibly could.

Anyways if you read it...thanks i really appreciate it!