Hello!
Before you start reading my fic I feel that you should be made aware of some things:
1- I'm an inexperienced writer, so don't go expecting expertise
2- I'm Brazilian, English is not my mother language. Though I'm better than most of my countrymen and I wish to be a translator, I'm no American. So there probably will be some grammar mistakes. Don't freak, point it out to me and I'll happily correct it and thank you.
3- I'm on my last year of High School (or what is the Brazilian equivalent) and I'm preparing for various universities' entrance exams (we call it 'vestibular') so updates may be a little erratic, but don't worry, they will come. Eventually.
4- I'm no expert on the Buffyverse, I saw very little of the series (I know it mostly through fics and some downloaded episodes) so I may be accused of getting out of character. Sorry for that, some help with this would be appreciated.
5- This is an Uber fic, I'm getting the characters from the Buffyverse and putting them on the world of the X-men, which is my favorite comic slash cartoon slash movie.
6- I'm kinda unsatisfied with how things happened on both 'verses, so be prepared for some changes.
7- ... Is there a number 7? Oh yeah, I love to hear opinions, but if you're going to criticize me make it constructive. Repeat after me: 'Flaming is baaaaaad, constructive criticism is goooood.'
Thanks for bearing with my idiosyncrasies. Now if you read until here I'm assuming you really want to read my story. Enjoy yourself, brave soul.
Title: Gift
Author: RogueBard
Rating: PG as of now
Type: Uber fic
Genre: Romance, Angst, Action/Adventure
Summary: This is the story of a young mutant-in-training and her journey through life.
Chapter 1 – Dear Diary
She looked around her new room and smiled. It was simple, but she didn’t need much. She walked to the bed and put her luggage down, she would unpack later.
“Don’t sleep late.” Came a voice from the doorway.
She looked at the older woman and nodded. The woman inclined her hooded head and walked away, closing the door behind her.
Sighing, the teenager flopped onto the bed and looked at the little black book on her hand. A little cliché, but still… The teenager went to her duffel and took out a ballpoint pen.
Dear diary,
Wow, I can’t believe I’m starting to do this again. The last time I kept a diary was five years ago. I was eleven when I decided that the ‘dear diary’ thing was too silly. Oh well, Ghost told me to ‘keep a journal to report my training progress’. She’s the boss. Ghost… Well, I’d better start from the beginning then.
Up until two weeks ago I was a relatively normal teenager whose sole worry was the looming High School. Sixteen is a complicated age, mom tells me. I lived with my family in a small farm in Iowa and went to school in the nearby town. Oh yeah, I’m a honest-to-goodness farm-girl. Yee-haw.
Anyway, everything started with some stupid headaches. They were harmless at first, just a small jolt of pain that would leave me dizzy for a few minutes. I didn’t think anything of it. However, they got increasingly worse in a few days. I was fine one moment and the next waves after waves of pain reverberated in my skull.
I started withdrawing. It’s not that I was overly communicative in the first place. I was always too shy. You know the stuttering dork everyone makes fun of at school? That’s me. Still, I was always close to my family. At first they thought it was just me nervous about starting High School. They began to really worry when I started to skip meals and lock myself in my room all day, not coming out even to my afternoon rides.
They took me to the doctor, but they didn’t found anything wrong with me. I was starting to get depressed, I knew what was going on couldn’t be normal. Then the voices started. I thought I was going crazy, hearing voices in my head. Gods, this sounds like a bad supernatural flick but it’s true. I do hear voices, even now I’m hearing someone pondering the merits of peanut butter over strawberry jelly. I wasn’t going crazy, but I’m sure if it had gone on a bit longer, I would have.
Since then not a day passed without the voices assaulting my mind. So many voices jumbling together in such a way that it was impossible for me to define what they were saying, if they were saying anything at all. It was deafening. I couldn’t sleep, I barely ate. My brother wasn’t kidding when he said I looked like a zombie
I was at breaking point and no one, not my parents nor the doctors, knew what to do. It was hopeless. Then they came and my life suddenly took a 180º turn.
One day they just appeared on our doorstep. A bald man in a wheelchair and a dark-skinned woman with snow-white hair. They introduced themselves as Professor Charles Xavier and Ororo Monroe. I knew then that things were about to become very complicated.
I may be from a backwater town, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know about Professor Xavier’s School for the Gifted Youngsters and his crusade for mutant rights. The night that man came into my life, looking more powerful than a man in a wheelchair should, I knew I would never be the same.
It was that night, two weeks ago, that I was told I wasn’t crazy or ill. I was a mutant. I was terrified. You see, mutants aren’t exactly loved by today’s society. In fact, they’re down right persecuted. I never had anything against them, but I was already singled out because of my stutter and my shyness. I didn’t want anything to make me more of a freak.
My family was surprisingly understanding and supportive, my brother even cracked a lame joke about me not being nuts after all. I could tell they were relieved I didn’t have anything more serious and that helped to ease my fears.
The Professor was kind and patient as he explained that I was a telepath. A powerful one if the way it was affecting me after just being awakened was any indication. According to him I would probably have some amount to telekinesis as was common for every telepath.
He explained that my newly awakened gift was out of control and that was why it was so dangerous. If I didn’t learn how to control my powers I could very well hurt myself of somebody else. That worried my parents but Professor Xavier assured them that if correctly trained my gift wouldn’t be a danger at all, I could even do much good with it if I wanted. Then he offered to help me, to train me to use my powers.
My parents were reluctant at first. I would have to move into the Professor’s school and they didn’t want to part with me. In the end they decided my safety was more important and two weeks later I hugged by family goodbye and left.
That’s how I ended up here in Bayville. I’m now a mutant-in-training slash High Schooler. I have powers I still need to learn to control, but I feel almost like a super-hero. That’s what the X-Men are. Professor Xavier’s most capable students. Maybe someday…
Well, the Professor put a block in my powers for now. It’s more like a filter really. I can still hear strong thoughts, but now they don’t overwhelm me. This way I can adapt to them slowly as I learn control.
I just arrived here, so I don’t really know anyone. Just Ghost and I don’t know anything about her, not really. The Professor introduced her as one of his most talented pupils and she does look powerful. She’s supposed to be my sponsor here, responsible for conducting my training. I don’t know her real name and I’m assuming Ghost is just a nickname, I don’t think anyone short of Stephen King would name their child Ghost. I don’t even know what she looks like, she was wearing a hooded cloak. Weird. Maybe she likes to be mysterious. Her voice startled me a little. She didn’t sound very old, I guessed maybe early twenties at most, but her voice was so emotionless. She spoke in a low monotone and I got the impression that she didn’t feel anything, which is absolutely ridiculous. Right?
The Professor didn’t seem concerned by her strange behavior, so maybe that’s just the way she is. Maybe we can be friends, she mustn’t be that bad if Professor Xavier trusts her. If not, I just hope she’s a good teacher.
I should go now. School may not begin for another week, but said training starts tomorrow. Bright and early. Why do I suddenly feel like I just signed up for boot camp? *sigh* Can I really do this? Guess we’ll see tomorrow. Gee, when did I start being so pessimist? Must be the jet lag catching up with me. I’d better sleep before I start getting depressed.
T. Maclay
Tara closed the diary and put it on the bedside table. She yawned, feeling exhausted. Sleepily, she changed into her pjs and curled up on the bed. It didn’t take long for sleep to come.
To Be Continued…
What do you think? Personally I think my style needs some work and I just know I'm not characterizing Tara right, but for a beginner it's not that bad, is it? Let me know what you think.
Hey, I wanna put more Buffy characters here, anyone can give me a suggestion for interesting mutations?
I love sci-fi of all kinds; I love the X-Men; and I love the BtVS - so YAY! 
You've started one! 
I've been wishing for someone to write one for sooo long. There is one fic where mutants are involved, but the writer hasn't written anything in at least months from what I remember. This one looks really promising - I hope to read lots of this fic. 
Hope to read more soon.
I've been re-reading all the replies and everything and I think Willow should be Ghost. I like fics where she's all serious and badass or sad and stuff cuz of a dark past or something and then Tara comes into her life and just changes her life and everything about her or just cheers her up. Anyways...that's just my opinion. Eitherway I'll still read this fic cuz as of right now it's one of the most intruiging ones i've read in a while. Keep going. 
Can you guess?
Willow will appear on the second chapter, I just hope I do the babbling right, I've read some fics here and people seem to have a snack for Willowbabble. I don't know if I'll get it right.