agape [Sean Cassidy×Reader]

1. T is for Trauma

"Charles." I scold.

"What it's true isn't?" He paused glancing at Raven. "We're all mutants. May as well accept it. But that stunt you two pulled could've endangered the three of us!" He said harshly.

"So what, what's life without some risk?" Raven says brushing her teeth.

"Being alive, that's what it is!" He yelled.

"God you're so dramatic Charles. You won't let anyone have any fucking fun!" I complain.

"Would you like to go back to Westchester? Or would you rather stay here?" Charles asked harshly.

"Whatever! Screw you!" I say stomping to my room.

I collapse on the bed and somehow manage to fall asleep.

I was soon enough being shaken awake by Raven, "c'mon get up, the graduation ceremony starts in about three hours" they say.

I pull myself up eventually and put on a tan skirt and white dressy blouse with knee high socks and black Mary Jane's. I brush my hair out before pulling it back in a low ponytail. I grab my tan trench coat and umbrella and Charles, Raven, and I begin walking to the Cambridge auditorium.

Once we get there Raven and I take a seat in the audience while Charles goes and gets his cap and gown and sits with the graduating class.

I was zoned out for most of the speeches, I could care less. I was exhausted and the only thing I wanted more was to go back to the apartment and go back to sleep.

"There he is. That's him"

I hear someone's mind, it's a woman. Her name is Moira. Moira McTaggert. "Raven?" I whispered.

"What?" She asks.

"Has Charles done any hit list kinda shit before?"

"No!" She says like I'm being ridiculous.

"Well there's a spy here. A CIA spy. And I don't wanna be incarcerated because of my idiot fucking brother!" I whisper urgently.

"Where?" They ask.

"Nine o'clock" I murmur.

Raven glanced that way seeing her.

"Whatever is probably nothing. Maybe she's a fan of his work" Raven says unbothered.

When the ceremony was over we met with Charles and decided to go get a drink. While in the bar Charles began drinking Raven, myself, and a crowd cheering him on. "I'm going to get another beer, and you two some more Colas" Charles says heading back to the bar.

Raven and I sat at our table, "I really hope Charles isn't on a fucking hit list," I murmur.

"You're being ridiculous y/n. Charles isn't that dangerous." Raven says.

"Yeah no he's only a telepath. No danger there." I scoff.

"You're being ridiculous right now. Is it because of that chick at Charles' graduation?" They ask.

"Yes, I don't have a good feeling with her being here. Who would be that interested in Charles?" I murmur.

I glance over to the bar trying to find Charles, he was instead at a table talking to Moira! Oh shit! I bolt up from my seat and walk over to them. "Charles." I say with urgency.

"This is at up most importance to me, if there's anything I can do to help you I will do my up most." He says to Moira.

"Thank you," she says.

"Y/n go get Raven. Now please. We need to go home." He says grabbing his coat and putting it on.

I don't trust this Moira chick but I don't really have a choice, Charles is my brother. Moira followed us to our apartment where we were instructed by Moira to pack a weeks worth of clothing and toiletries.

Raven and I did as we were instructed while Charles and Moira spoke in the living area. "What do you think is going on?" I asked Raven.

"I'd expect you to know more than me. You're the telepath after all." She said.

"I have a bad feeling about it, this, whatever you wanna call it. It can't be good. What would the CIA wanna do with Charles?" I whisper.

"No idea, but I can imagine Charles will tell us soon enough. What if they want us to be spies?" She said.

"Spies why would they want Charles as a spy?" I asked confused.

"He's a telepath!" She whisper yelled.

"Well no shit! But they don't know that!" I whisper yell back.

"Ready to go?" Charles asked.

"Yeah we're coming." I holler.

We grab our bags and see Charles with his luggage as we leave our apartment, locking the door, and being met with a black car in front of it. Moira opens the door for us and helps us in, placing our luggage in the trunk.

"So much for fucking secrecy, if I were a Russian spy I'd snipe this car before any of the other ones." I whisper snarkly to Raven causing her to chuckle.

"Same." She says back.

"So Charles, do you mind explaining why we're here? Just so this whole kidnapping vibe goes away?" I asked.

"The CIA wants my help, because I'm expert on genetic mutation-" He begins before I interject.

"-dude you've had your degree for how long?" I check my watch, "like 6 hours. You've never conducted a study, and-" I went quiet when Charles gave me a 'shut-the-fuck-up' look.

"-like I was saying, they think that the human species has evolved, would you mind telling them what you saw Moira?" He asked.

"A lady, she was normal looking one second, the next she was a diamond. And another guy was red, with a tail, and he vanished into thin air. And you all probably think I'm crazy" She said rather franticly.

"Well if we were any other three people we'd probably agree with saying you're crazy, but hell it's the 60s everything is fucking crazy." I say.

She was telling the truth I looked in her mind seeing what she saw. I don't even know if anyone insane or not could make this shit up. "So does that make us secret agents?" I ask trying to relieve the tension that was thick in the back of the limmo.

"Yes to the secret, no to the agents." Moira chuckled.

We had arrived at the closest airport, we were driven to the small plane that was going to take us to the CIA base. We were ushered out of the car, agents swiftly grabbed our luggage placing it on board while we sat down in the seats of the small plane cabin. I watched as the plane took off into the sky, lifting up from the ground. "You all should get some shut eye. We have a long flight ahead of us." Moira said.

"How long?" I asked.

"I'd estimate around 9 to 10 hours." She smiled.

I nodded and leaned back in my chair as I tried my very best to get some sleep.

"Y/n! Y/n! Wake up." I felt Charles shake me up.

"What!" I jumped.

"We're landing, you need to get changed we're giving a presentation to the director of the CIA in like an hour." He said handing me a pair of clothes to wear.

I stood up in the small cabin walking to the restroom before changing my clothes. I was wearing a black long sleeve dress, boots, and panty hoes. I slipped out of the bathroom and retook my seat buckling back up as the plane descended to the airforce base. Once we had landed, we were being ushered out of the airplane by men in black suits, being rushed to a black car with black windows. Our luggage was stuffed in the trunk as we all took a seat.