His mutation is what?! - Charles Xavier x OC - One-shot

His mutation is What?!

I was quietly sipping my drink at a table in a bar when I sensed the presence of two men coming towards me and finally joining me.

"Hi," they both said.

I slowly looked up and eyed both men wondering what they wanted. I tilted my head slightly in question.

"Right, I'm Erik and this is Charles. Can we buy you a drink?" asked the blond one.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at both of them as I contemplated Erik's offer. I didn't feel I should refuse so I nodded before I set aside my half-empty drink. I watched Erik motion to the waiter to bring a round to our table. We made small talk while we waited.

"So, what is it you boys actually want?" I asked nonchalantly.

***

"You get right down to business, don't you?" said Erik and with that she gave him an intense look that meant business. He shivered slightly. He cleared his throat before Charles spoke.

"We were actually wondering if you wanted to join our team," said Charles, getting straight to the point. He immediately realised that this was the best approach with this woman, without even having to read her mind.

"Your team?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you see, we know you're a mutant," said Charles. He could tell she was about to panic and bolt so he quickly continued, "So are we."

***

I calmed down slightly at that last part and decided to stay put against my better judgement. My curiosity had been piqued.

"Prove it," I said. Charles looked at Erik and I nearly jumped. Erik was something truly amazing. He was, very discreetly, making the salt and pepper shakers float in mid-air. Needless to say, I was impressed.

"Nice," I whispered with a smile.

"Your turn," said Erik with a smirk. I proceeded to show them my power of electric manipulation. The lights from the bar flickered as I absorbed the electricity into my hand.

"Impressive," said Charles with a genuine amazed expression and a smile on his face.

"Yeah, we could definitely use your help...erm...," added Erik.

"Amanda," I replied, finally giving them my name before I added, "What is this about, anyway?" They explained how they were trying to recruit other mutants in order to stop this other one who wanted to start World War III. I frowned at that piece of news.

"And how exactly do you intend on stopping him?" I asked.

"Well, as we've said, we need as many mutants on our side as possible. We will help train you and..."

"Train us?" I asked with a bemused smile.

"Well, yes, we can help you hone your skills better and reach your full potential," replied Charles with a serious look on his face. I laughed slightly and nodded.

"So, will you help us?" asked Erik. I regarded them both as I thought about my answer. It only took me a few seconds to decide.

I smiled, before saying, "Let me get my coat."

***

"This is your place?" I asked in amazement when we'd got to Charles' house.

"Well, it's my family's home technically, but yes, I've inherited it so I guess it is mine now..." replied Charles as he stopped the car just outside.

"Wow! It's quite...wonderful..." I whispered whilst looking out the window.

I moved to open the door and get out of the car but Charles had gotten there before I did. He opened the car door for me and held out a hand. This was highly unusual behaviour which I wasn't used to. I looked at him. And I mean, I really looked at him. Before, at the bar, I had been a bit distracted by Erik's powers and the discussion about World War III. But looking at Charles now, I could definitely see how attractive he was. I smiled and placed my hand in his and was about to thank him when I felt tingling shooting from the hand that was in Charles' down to the tips of my toes. Flashes of him and me, naked, in a bed together flooded my mind. I came back to my senses and I bit my bottom lip before looking away feeling a bit hot and bothered. I'd just had one of my premonitions...my other power which I hadn't told them about. I suddenly felt Charles' hand leave mine abruptly and I heard the same said person choke on something which made me look at him in bewilderment.