To See You Alive (Charles Xavier x Reader) *Smut-Fluff-Angst-Feelios*

I'm Broken, But I'll Try

  Y/N's POV

W-what...? You were led on a bed of some sort, it was rather comfy. Your eyes were heavy, extremely heavy, but with a start you opened them. To your surprise you were in a house. A big house, a mansion actually. What the hell? You pushed yourself up, so you were sat up right. What is this place? Who found you? So many questions that needed answering.

All you remembered from last night was... Fire? Oh no, you remembered parts and really didn't like it. Looking outside one of the huge, fancy windows you saw it was extremely dark. Maybe I should go find someone, the person who brought me here. But what if it was someone bad?

After the mental debate in you mind you decided that maybe you should have a look round first. I mean, if they were bad they wouldn't have helped me out and let me have the option to walk freely. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched out your aching limbs.

Wandering to a mirror that you spotted on the wall, you saw a few scrapes and bruises around your face and body. You had been put in a baggy grey jumper and some plain leggings.  Your (h/c) was messy and kind of everywhere so you twisted it up into a messy bun and tried to rub some of your smudged makeup away.

After that, you decided to try and find someone, your 'saviour' or whatever. You twisted the doorknob and opened it slowly, it was silent and led you to a large open corridor, lined with a few tables that carried many different flowers and plants and rugs that lined the floor.
You walked down many of the corridors, trying to search for someone, anyone.  

You debated calling out, but insisted on sneaking around at your own leisure. You fumbled around for awhile, before hearing quiet, almost inaudible voices coming from a larger room you found downstairs. Walking through quietly you slowly entered the room of the voices, and there stood 2 men, who you assumed to be your 'saviours'. 

"Hello...?" You mumbled awkwardly and confused. The two men had turned at your unexpected appearance. One had gorgeous blue eyes that looked at you curiously, he was tall with medium brown, fairly short hair. The other also had brown hair and curious blue eyes, but they looked more wary than the other. 

"Hello. I'm Charles Xavier, this here's Hank McCoy. We're the ones who found you, we know you're a mutant, we are too. We are here to help," Charles walked calmly and carefully over to you, but kept his distance sensing your discomfort. 

"How did you know I was a mutant?" You asked quietly.

"Hank and I have our ways, we'll show you once you've settled in. We've rescued countless mutants, all ages and races. This is a safe haven for mutants to train and use their abilities, we teach mutants how to control and advance their powers. Welcome to Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, or the X-Mansion, home to the X-Men." He said proudly, wearing a gorgeous smile that lightened the room. 

A safe haven? How had you never heard of this place before? You'd heard of the X-Men, but didn't know any of them, just heard the name on the news, 'Earths' mightiest heros' and shit.

"What are your mutations?" You asked curiously, walking further into the room and taking a seat on the couch, taking a sudden trusting to the men. Charles gestured to Hank for him to go first, with a smirk. 

"Well, I uhm," Hank shuffled forwards somewhat nervously. He sighed before you saw his form slowly start to transform into that of a larger build, covered in a beautiful shade of blue fur. You stood in awe, walking around him you laughed happily to yourself for the first time in ages. You touched his arm lightly, wanting to feel the fur, it was soft as anything. Hank smiled shyly at you and you suppressed a grin back to him.

You took your seat on the couch again, and Hank sat next to you as Charles took a step in front of you both, smirking to himself. 

"I can read and manipulate the human mind; see what your thinking, your past, your memories," Charles smiled "But I won't do that without your permission, or anyone else's. Sort of a moral thing, you know, privacy and all," He chuckled.

Your smile dropped rather quick. 

"You wouldn't like what you see," You understated, your eyes almost glazing over slightly, but you kept your stature strong.

"I've seen my fair share of bad... What's your name, dear?" Charles furrowed his brows.

"(Y/N)" You said "I don't know my last name, well I don't remember. There's a lot you don't know," You dryly chuckled.

The men looked at you astrange, how could someone not know their own last name?

"Well, perhaps maybe I could try find out for you...?" Charles suggested, wiggling his fingers at his head suggestingly. You sighed, a mental battle brewing, but what did you have to lose?

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you," You said simply and quietly. Your comment made the mens faces drop, they didn't know what to expect.

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You could feel Charles in your head, searching and bringing up painful memories. Both of your eyes were closed as Hank watched your facial expression curiously. Your face contorted in a few painful, hurt expressions at some of the memories he was digging up. 

He searched and  explored painfully for a while, a long while. When he came to a door you'd really rather he didn't see, sure you didn't know him. But that memory was too painful, and even you didn't want the images back in your brain. When he came too close, you shut him out, completely, and it sent a shock of pain through both of your minds, causing a groan to escape through your gritted teeth.

You looked up at Charles, who had tears freefalling down his cheeks, his hand on the side of his head, trying to sooth the pain that had just erupted. 

"How did you...?" He started, under his breath. You got up quickly, wiping your own tears and sniffling. 

"Like I said, there's a lot of things you don't know, things that should remain with me and me alone." You made your way to the door again, wanting to be out. You rested your hand on the smooth wooden door frame, stopped and turned to face the men. "Perhaps you can't help everyone, Charles." You smiled gently at them both before making your way to the entrance of the mansion.