Hi, it's Riddlestyx and this is actually my first non-crossover fic and I hope you like it. I own nothing; all rights go to the original owners. Enjoy!

I was having a crappy day. Well, crappier than usual. I was wandering the not so pleasant streets of New York City, I was cold, hungry, tired, out of cash, and too weak to change my shape. This wasn't unusual for me, but I was currently being cornered by some anti-mutant assholes.

My name is Desiree Meyer and I am a mutant. In my natural form, you'd have to be blind or really high to not know that I'm a mutant. I have medium blue skin, dark blue hair and pale blue eyes with no pupils. I can change into any form I want, as long as it is humanoid. I can't change into animals, but I could, for example, make myself grow horns or wings.

If I weren't so damn weak at the moment, I would do one of two things; turn into some sort of scary monster and scare these bastards away or I would grow wings and fly like hell. Of course I would probably do the former, because I had grown wings before and it was neither comfortable, prudent nor was it easy to fly, because flying is hardly inconspicuous and flapping took a lot of energy.

The guys in front of me weren't going to let me walk away without 'teaching the freak a lesson' first. I don't know who first said, "May God have mercy on my enemies cause I won't," but they were a freaking genius. I may have been weak, but I wasn't helpless. It was also lucky that these guys had been drinking, judging by their slurred words and swaying.

"C'mon mutie, letsee what you got." Drunken Jerk Number One slurred. As soon as he stopped talking, Drunken Jerk Number Two lurched forward, trying to slam an empty glass bottle into my head (though I can't be sure since it came closer to my shoulder).

I rolled my eyes. This was pathetic. I stepped out of his reach the first time, but he was dumb enough to try again. This time I caught the bottle, jerking it out of his grasp. I darted forward, introducing the jerk to his old friend which shattered on contact, and making him drop to the ground. His buddies (wow, I'd forgotten Drunken Jerk Number Three was even there) started dragging him away, yelling nasty slurs about my species, gender and anything else they could think of. It was a surprisingly long list, considering that they smelled like they'd gone swimming in booze. Once they were out of sight, I turned and started going the opposite direction down the alley.

I smirked, glancing down at the wallet that I'd swiped from the idiot. I opened it up and smirked wider when I found 50 dollars inside of it. I pulled out the cash and tossed the wallet into an open dumpster.

"Oh come on! I know you're in there!" I yelled at the screen. It was 11 p.m. and I was standing in a drive thru and trying to get the guy running the drive thru to answer.

The place was packed with teenagers who had just gotten there from their homecoming game. I hadn't felt like getting hassled by stupid teens, so I was staying outside. But the kid working that night was being difficult. He so wasn't getting a tip.

"Listen up buddy, you can answer me now, or I'll just have to come inside." I said coldly. If he was smart and didn't feel like dealing with a riot, he'd listen.

"What can I get you?" the kid asked stiffly.

"Hamburger, large fry, and large Sprite." I said automatically.

"Come up to window." He said ungraciously. He either didn't like mutants or maybe it was just me.

Going up to the window and seeing the look of disgust on his face, I'd say it was the former. I was grateful to get away.

Once I'd eaten I was feeling way better and I could shift again. I turned my hair black and my skin was creamy and I turned quite a few heads, and it wasn't to glare at me. That wasn't unusual for me. Before my mutation had kicked in, that had been what I'd looked like.

I was 16 ½ now, but for the first 16 years of my life, my dad, George Meyer, had raised me. My dad had been a mutant, a telepath, and if it hadn't been for that, I never would have gotten control of my powers. I'd never known my mom, but I knew a lot about her. I looked like her, apparently, both before and after my mutation, our mutations were almost identical and dad had always said I was just like her: strong, bold, fierce, intelligent, cunning and passionate. That was what he had always said.

Dad had been diagnosed with cancer shortly after I turned 15 and a year after my mutation had kicked in, he had died a year later. He'd been the best and all the single moms from our town had had their sights set on him. If I didn't scare them away, my dad would turn them down or ignore them. The few times that there was one I approved of, I would ask dad why he didn't go for it. He would tell me how he had never fallen out of love with my mom.

Now the story of my parents was an interesting one. My parents had always been on opposite sides when it came to mutant/human relations, my mom believing they would never accept us and my dad having hope that they would. He had been the ideal guy, sweet, sensitive, brave and handsome. My mom, when he'd met her, was cold, bitter, hardened and vicious. However, she'd suffered some kind of loss at that time, and dad never told me what it was, so I assumed that it was a boyfriend or something. She'd been so heartbroken that she ran away from the guy she was working for, and she'd ended up meeting dad. Somehow they had fallen in love (or maybe it was just lust) and I was born. Mom had stayed for a year, until her boss came looking for her about two years after she had left. She'd been scared that her boss, Magneto, his name was, would hurt me and dad, so she'd left us behind and my parents never saw each other again. The night before he'd died, dad had finally told me the truth about my mom.

Her name was Raven Darkholme, but she'd also called herself Mystique. She'd been over 100 years old, and I was her third child. Her first son had been named Graydon Creed, born after she'd had a one night stand with some colleague of her's named Victor Creed. He was a human in his forties now and she had given him up for adoption. Her second son had never gotten the chance to be named before Magneto had experimented on him in some German castle, forcing his mutation out early. When mom had tried to escape with him, she lost him over a bridge and he'd been washed away. Luckily, he'd survived and been found by a human couple who'd immediately adopted him, despite his demonic appearance. Mom left my bother there, where Magneto could never harm him. Mom had left Magneto in grief over the loss of her second child and met dad. My brother was about a year older than me and, according to dad, was somewhere in New York.

This was why I was in the city, because the moment my dad said he was in New York state, I knew exactly what he meant. Professor Charles Xavier and his institute. Dad thought Xavier had the right idea, but his methods…. In my opinion, the idea of using kids as your own personal SWAT team was disgusting. Holding the promise of control, or, in some cases, shelter, over their heads in exchange for being part of his little team made me even more disgusted. However, if my brother was there, I would probably end up joining them. The only reason Xavier had never bothered me in the past couple of years was because my dad had telepathically shielded me from him. And besides, they couldn't be all bad, they did save the world last month from Apocalypse. I would just keep telling myself that until I actually believed it.

I knew what he looked like. He'd been present during the fight with the Sentinel and teleported right on screen. Whenever I had access to a computer I would look up the footage online and I would pause and stare at him, wondering what he was like, if he knew about me or if he would like me. Gradually, I'd found out more about him and the other X-Men. His name was Kurt Wagner and he was a year older than me, a senior at Bayville High. He was from Germany and was here with a student visa.

I imagined him being happy about having a sister, and God, I hoped that my fantasy was true.

Wow, that took me a while! So, Mystique had another kid! Feel free to comment! Oh, and that thing about her not having pupils has to do with Mystique's appearance in the first season. She had blue eyes with no pupils, but in the following seasons she had yellow cat eyes.