Lasting Premonition- Charles Xavier X Female Reader

Chapter Three

The year was finally 1965. America had drafted many mutants into the Vietnam War. Although you didn't know that at the time. All you knew was that Charles Xavier had opened a school for mutants and you had expected it to be grand.

When you arrived the light castle-like building, nature was claiming it back. Plants were growing all along the walls of the structure. The trees that would usually adorned the manor then blocked it from view. It looked like all care for it had stopped. It looked like someone just got up and left it nearly a year before.

You slowly opened your car door and stepped out onto the pavement. You began to walk up to the building and quite warily at that.

When you were by the door, you laid eyes on a sign. You noticed something peculiar about it. There was a giant gash in the it. You gently wrapped your fingers around the edges of the sign before tugging it out of place. You thought that it should be in your hands to replace it. After all, a part of you kept whispering that eventually those doors would open once again.

You placed it in the passenger seat of the car before taking careful steps up to the front door. You raised your hand to knock, but you stopped yourself. It simply wasn't time yet. As if fate were telling you to wait, you had lowered your hand. You walked back down the steps from which you came and back to your car.

So you drove away, casting a single glance behind you before moving along.

You had lived in Westchester just as Charles had. You found the place in May of 1964 and figured it was nice. At the time, you were starting over, having just moved from Cuba to the U.S. All you had brought with you was clothes. You carried around a gray sweatshirt that had clearly belonged to a man. Cuban natives had found you wearing that sweatshirt and wearing a pocket watch around your neck with 'Michael X' engraved in it.

You wore the pocket watch each day and typically slept in the sweatshirt. The two items drew you to new york. You didn't know if it was your occasional flash of memory or what- but you decided to move to Westchester.

One day while cruising around, you had found yourself down a lone road and down the way you saw a home. It was magnificent, nearly reminding you of a castle as it stood there in glory. From that day, you had made a habit of driving by.

One day you were cruising by and you heard the sound of an engine turning off. Curiously, you pulled over to the side of the road, close to the driveway, and stepped out of your car. Carefully, you peered around the bushes and saw a tall lanky man getting out of a car. When he turned around, you realized that it was Hank McCoy.

You didn't know that he saw you until he began to run towards you. He stopped about twenty feet away from you and shouted: "No one should be here. Who are you?" Only after he asked who it was did his eyes widen. "It can't be. It can't be you." You ran to your car and immediately began to drive. He ran after you, shouting, "come back!"

It just wasn't time yet. You still had that feeling. A feeling of emptiness. Hank, he was familiar but the time surrounding him was a blank.

For years that was all that you did. You just watched and then one day everything changed. September 22, 1967.

One day there was something that felt different. There was no other way to really describe it. The air was filled with hope. Something new and great was beginning. That something led you to the Xavier family mansion.

You took a slow drive by it for the first time in a while and noticed that the manor looked alive again. Although you had never seen it pristine, you just knew it was back to a former, maybe even higher glory. The overgrown landscape was gone, the basketball court was fresh, and many cars were in the driveway. You could only smile to yourself knowing that the time would be there soon.