Change of Heart

BY : LadyAlexiel
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General
Dragon prints: 2969
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters, and I do not make money from these writings.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters, and I do not make money from these writings.

Change of Heart

Pairings: Mystique/Charles, Logan/Rogue
Warnings: M/F, SoloM, SoloF, Oral, hj/fingering, Language, Violence, Sort of AU/AR, spoilers, WIP

I’m using an idea from an episode of Wolverine and the X-Men, the one where Wolverine finds out Mystique knew him from before he got his metal claws, they were former lovers from the sounds of it. I’m going to change some of it and put it into the X-Men Evolution Universe, (You don’t really need to see the episode as I’ll tell you what you need to know through the story!!) I’m going to have both Wolverine and Mystique lose their memories of the horrible experiments done to them and obviously of everything that happened before that, they just remember waking up after everything happened to them and went on with their lives. But Mystique and Logan will share more than just being former lovers, as you’ll see in my story!!

Summary: After the battle with Apocalypse, Mystique has a dark past she must have help confronting, who better to ask than Charles Xavier? Rogue has learned to control her mutant abilities very well, and becomes very close to Logan.

Chapter 1-Nightmares

*Mystique’s Dream*

I was in a strange tank of some kind, an unusual green fluid was surrounding me. My vision was blurry as I looked around. Outside the tank was a metal room with abnormal equipment was all around. I was able to breath through a tube that went down my throat, wires were stuck through various parts of my body.

My eyes widened with shock and fear as I noticed the person who was suddenly dragged into the room. ‘No no no no no!!!’ I tried shouting, flinging my arms against the glass holding me captive. The man was pulled towards the middle of the room, he looked up to meet my eyes. “Mystique…” He muttered. “I promise…I’ll get you outta here…don’t ya worry, darlin’.”

*End Dream*

“James!!” Mystique cried out as she jerked awake, panting heavily. “Damn it!!” She gasped, rubbing her face as she thought back to her dream. ‘Its always the same, is it a…memory?’

“That…was Wolverine, but why did I call him James?” She questioned and tried to remember the rest of her dream, but it was fading quickly. “That’s the first time I’ve realized who it was. And…my skin…it wasn’t blue!” She muttered quietly. Coming to a conclusion, she slipped out of bed and dressed before heading out of her house.

* * * * * * * *

*Charles’ Dream*

Cain was sitting on top of me. He was mad at me for accidentally breaking his favorite toy. His hand was over my mouth as his body pinned my legs to the ground. I tried punching him, but his free hand quickly held both my wrists still. Suddenly Cain’s knee began rubbing against my growing erection. ‘That didn’t happen…’ I thought in confusion…

*End Dream*

Charles’ eyes flew wide as he realized someone was actually sitting on him. “Mmmmph!!” He mumbled through the hand over his mouth. He quickly sat up pushing the hand off his face so he could speak properly. “Mystique!?” He asked in surprise.

“I’m not here to fight, I need your help.” She stated as she flicked on the bedside lamp.

“Alright,” Charles cleared his throat, cheeks blushing lightly, as he realized he did have an erection. “Uh…could you get off me first?” He questioned softly.

“Oh…right.” She mumbled, slipping off his thighs and settling down beside him. Mystique shifted nervously on the bed as Charles rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to wake up.

“I…um, need to use the bathroom.” He muttered as he slipped into his chair. Mystique nodded slightly as he headed into the adjoining room. She felt so strange, so…vulnerable. Especially when she considered what she wanted Xavier to do. ‘Why am I going to asking him this? For all I know it was all just some twisted dream.’ She pulled her legs up to her chest, frowning at the wall. ‘Damn…I know it was too real to be just a dream. But it seems too strange to be real…I have to find out!!’ She gnawed on her lip as she waited.

Charles slid out of the bathroom after forcing his erection to go away. He found Mystique sitting on his bed in the same spot with her arms wrapped around her legs. She looked so…different, as he thought about it he hadn’t seen her since the battle with Apocalypse. ‘She seems to have changed a lot since then.’ He mused to himself. ‘Hopefully for the best.’

“So,” He started, rolling closer to the bed. “What did you need help with?”

“Well…” Mystique started, frowning deeply at the wall. “I…I’ve been having quite a few horrible nightmares lately…and I think there memories…of my life before I was ‘changed’ to look like this…” Charles’ eyes flickered with shock and confusion.

“You…have memory loss?” He asked softly, meeting her eyes with astonishment. “How far back?”

“I…don’t exactly remember, at least 17 years ago…” She muttered, absently toying with the comforter on the bed. “I only have flashes of what happened in that place, most of it has been blocked from me. The first thing I clearly remember was running out of that building into the forest. I don’t remember anything before that, not even my childhood, or how I came to look the way I do. In the dream I had earlier…I didn’t realize until I woke up, but my skin wasn’t blue, it was…normal. Shortly after I’d learned to control my powers, I learned I was several months pregnant…” Charles watched her as emotions ran across her face, he saw confusion, shock, and fear. “I need to know what happened in my past.”

“You realize that I have trouble reading your mind, don’t you?” He questioned softly. “I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to help you find what you’re looking for.”

“I know…but I NEED you to try. Besides, from my various dreams, I think Wolverine ties into what happened somehow…he’s shown up several times, but only earlier was I able to remember who it was…” Charles gasped softly at that revelation and nodded firmly.

“I do promise, I will try my best to help you, Mystique.” She smiled slightly at him and watched with interest as he lifted himself into the bed and settled next to her.

“So…shall we begin now?” He questioned softly. At her hesitant nod he motioned her closer so he could place his finger tips to her temples and began his search.

* * * * * * * *

Charles was able to relive Mystiques’ dream fairly well, but when he tried to move farther back in her mind, it didn’t go so well. After several hours of trying to break through the barriers in her mind that were worse than Logans’, Mystique passed out from the stress put on her from Charles’ probing.

Sighing slightly, the telepath pulled the blue woman’s boots off and slid her under the covers before joining her. He had a headache from using his powers so forcefully, allowing him to fall asleep quickly.

* * * * * * * *

Storm was worried. The students had gone to school half an hour ago and Charles was up long before they left. With a frown on her face she headed quickly down to her mentor’s room.

* * * * * * * *

Charles stirred slightly as light from the window shone on his face. He started to stretch, only to freeze when he couldn’t move his arm very far. ‘What the…?’ He turned and gasped slightly, Mystique was still there and she was laying on his arm preventing him from moving it. Her arm and leg were draped over him, her head was resting on his shoulder.

“Oh shit!” He whispered frantically as a knock was heard on his door. He tried to pry his arm from under the blue woman, but she had put it to sleep.

“Charles?” Came Storm’s concerned voice from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?” Mystique’s eyes flew open wide at the weather witch’s voice, they flicked towards the door as the handle began to turn.


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