Telky (Charles Xavier Love Story)

Chapter 25

To say Charles felt conflicted was an understatement. Sure, he was still drunk, but he was sobering up quite quickly what with the time-traveler popping up on his doorstep giving him grave news of the future. Once the man, Logan, had told him things he had told no one, except perhaps Seraphina, Charles had agreed for the sake of Raven.

Logan had explained that a war was in their future. A war with Sentinels, a war they couldn't win. For the sake of Raven, of keeping her out of the paws of Trask, he was agreeing to what seemed like a suicide mission into the Pentagon to rescue a criminal. A small part of Charles wanted to forgive Erik, but the majority wanted to leave him there because of the grief he had caused Seraphina. His beloved fiance, of whom had apparently left years ago.

Charles felt incredibly stupid for that. He was incredibly angry with himself for not listening to her, and for not noticing her absence. Hank had told him a more than a few months ago, when she had stopped calling in. 

Apparently though, he wasn't guilty enough as he didn't change his ways. Charles wouldn't admit it, but he was afraid of the world. Of his powers. 

Now he was regretting the actions he was taking to reverse the effects of their timeline.

"The room they're holding him in was built during the Second World War...when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal," Hank told Charles and Logan while unfolding blueprints. Charles made a noise before voicing the problem.

"He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet." Charles ran a hand through his hair, cringing whilst doing so. It needed a wash. Logan gave him a slightly confused look.

"Why's he in there?" Charles scoffed, but ended up coughing twice from the effort. 

"What, he forgot to mention?" Charles teased. Hank looked at Logan as well.

"Uh...JFK." There was a slight pause as Logan raised his eyebrows. "He killed..."

"What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through air? Erik's always had a way with guns. Are you sure you want to carry on with this?" Charles said. Logan nodded at him. 

"We don't have any resources to get us in," Hank said. Charles sighed as thought about it. "Or out. It's just me and Hank."

The man, Logan, had an expression that looked as though someone stole is piece of cake. "I know a guy," Logan said, then gained confidence. "Yeah, he'd be a young man now. Grew up outside of DC. He could get into anywhere. I just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him," Logan stated. Both Hank and Logan looked over to him.

"I guess Cerebro is out of the question?" Charles looked down, knowing Hank knew the answer.

"We have a phone book," Charles offered lamely. 

Charles insisted on driving, and he wasn't driving too well. He excused his poor skills by saying it had been years, most of which he had been paralyzed for. He certainly didn't miss traffic. 

As the car sped along the road, he jerky steering threw the three passengers from side to side. "Here, here here!" Logan said anxiously. He pointed at the house as Charles stepped on the brake, throwing them forward. Hank was slightly green in the back. The three men clambered out and felt a breeze that went as fast as it came.

"Next time I'm driving," Logan said. Hank started to nod, but when Charles looked over he tried to cover it up by looking around.

Walking up the front pathway, Logan knocked on the door and a woman who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties greeted them with a frown and a tired face. "What's he done now? I'll just write a check for whatever he took." Hank and Charles raised an eyebrow.

"We just need to talk to him," Logan said. The woman sighed and opened the door wider, beckoning them inside.

"Peter! The cops are here! Again." The woman, Ms. Maximoff, muttered the last word under her breath but the three mutants still heard.

Following Logan, Charles and Hank descended to the basement to find a teenager rapidly playing ping-pong. . .with the wall. There was also tons of items stacked against the walls, of which the majority Charles guessed were not paid for.

"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything." Suddenly the young man with silver hair was on the couch. "I've been here all day."

Charles raised an eyebrow, highly doubting that.

"Just relax, Peter, we're not cops." Logan said. 

"Of course you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter stated.

"How did you know we have a rental car?" Charles asked, intrigued, but irritated.

"I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement. Saw your were from out of town. Are you FBI?" In a millisecond Peter stood opposite them, with Charles' wallet, looking at a business card. "No, not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngster place? Bad name."

Charles sighed. "That's an old card."

"He's fascinating," Hank said aloud, though Charles thought he might not have meant to.

"He's a pain in the--" Hank cut Charles off as if he had never begun to speak.

"A teleporter?" He questioned. Logan grunted, though it wasn't a grunt of agreement.

"Just fast. When I knew him, he wasn't so. . .young." Logan said.

"Young? You're just old." Peter added. Hank finally addressed Peter directly.

"So, you're not afraid to show your powers?"

"What powers? What're you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe of you told them," Peter said quickly, darting over to an arcade machine before talking again. "So who are you? What do you want?"

"We need your help Peter," Logan said.

"For what?" The teenager's silver hair waved as his body moved incredibly fast to play the game. Charles thought absentmindedly of his own, which needed a comb.

"To break into a highly secured facility. . .and get someone out."

"Prison break? That's illegal," the teen replied. The three men glanced around the room, all thinking more than half the stuff was most likely stolen at one point or another.

"Well. . .only if you get caught," Logan said.

"So what's in it for me?" Peter asked, still playing Pac-Man. Charles chuckled to himself, guessing the boy wouldn't turn down the offer.

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon," Charles said with a borderline cheery tone. Peter almost instantly stopped to game to turn and face them, the statement having caught his attention.

"How do I know we can trust you?"

"We're just like you," Charles answered, nodding at Logan. Logan raised one fist, and closed it, allowing three claws comprised of bone to protrude from between his knuckles. The sight was pretty ghastly if Charles had anything to say about it, especially when revealed slowly. The grimace on Peter's face showed the same emotion. He could only stare at them, and make brief eye contact, which amused Logan.

"That's cool, bro, but disgusting."

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WOO. felt like a long chapter to me, but i wrote it so. i hope it wasn't too bland. meanwhile, i watched gladiator, and i must say, i loved it. 

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