Telky (Charles Xavier Love Story)

Chapter 29

i'm sorry my friends 

it's been too long

forgive me; here's the apology chapter

Seraphina returned to a disoriented Logan and a bewildered Charles. The latter seemed to be in a state of shock and confusion, especially when Logan was unsurprised by her own presence. 

"What happened?" She demanded from the clawed mutant. He was perhaps their best fighter--one capable of surviving anything, at that. She knew Charles would be of no help physically. Possibly mentally as well. 

"I just saw someone who's gonna bring me a lot of pain someday," Logan grunted. She felt a small kernel of his sadness and pain. She grasped his bicep before the man could move further. 

"Howlett."

"What?" Logan asked, highly confused. She repeated herself. She could give him this one thing. To hell with the timeline right now. "You are James Logan Howlett. That is your name, though you had no memory of it. Now you do." 

Logan stared at her for a moment. She could see the appreciation in his eyes...and something else. 

"Thank you." Seraphina knew the words were not uttered without pure gratitude. She blinked, and whatever gentleness that was there vanished. Her gaze settled on Charles, but only lasted a moment before Logan asked another question.

"Where's Raven?"

"Alive," was her only answer, considering that's only what she knew. "We have to leave. Somebody will come up here, so it is best we are not present."

"What the hell are we dealing with here?"

"Off the record. Two days ago this man, Erik Lehnsherr, escaped from a maximum security prison inside the Pentagon. We believe the woman--"

"Which one?"

"Th-The blue one. We believe she is a former associate of Lehnsherr's. The other  woman was his adopted sibling."

"Elaborate."

"They were both children in Auschwitz, sir. Stayed together in foster homes until Lehnsherr moved on.

"All three were together in Cuba, the day of the crisis in '62. He was implicated in Kennedy's assassination."

"What about the other two?"

"We don't know what they are, sir. We don't know what any of them are."

"Actually, we do," a short man said, entering the room. "They're mutants. He has the power to control metal. Last I checked all your weapons were made of it." 

Trask swept his eyes over the oval office. "The blue one can transform into anyone. A general...a president. And the witch? She's like the man, except she can control everything. 

"They could walk in here and order a nuclear missile strike, Mr. President, and that's only two of them. What countermeasures do we have?"

"Hank, I can hear them. Oh, god," Charles moaned, clutching his head. Hank mumbled his apologies and went to fetch the serum. Seraphina scowled down at the man that she had loved. 

"Pull yourself together, Charles. We need your power to track Raven." Seraphina winced mentally. The words sounded colder, harsher than she had perhaps intended. It was the only mask she had left, though. She needed to be detached to be in this manor again. The place that had been her home. 

It killed her slowly, to be here. 

So she retreated inside her mind, and put up the barriers she knew no telepath could cross. Charles looked up at her from the staircase he sat on. Really took in her appearance. 

Seraphina knew without delving into his mind that when she released her invisibility that he had been too shocked and distracted to acknowledge her before. Now, however, he could see the long, oily red hair that hung down her spine, to below her ribs. He could see the black veins etching across her forearms, a steady ascent to her heart. He saw the crescents of dirt and blood under her fingernails, on the knees of her tattered jeans, and the shabbiness of the black blouse. Noted the bags under her eyes, the product of sleepless nights. 

"You need my power," the man said slowly. A statement, not a question. She crossed her arms, an answer in itself. Logan ended up playing peacemaker. 

"Hey, it's not over yet," Logan said. Charles laughed a deep, mocking sound.

"You don't believe that," Charles said. He tapped his head before Logan could respond. "As my legs go, these come back."

"Look, bub. I'm still here, she's still here, Raven's still out there. We need your help, Charles." Logan said, rising in volume, flinging a finger at her to prove his point. 

"All past grievances aside, we can't find Raven without you," Seraphina said carefully. Charles quirked his head at her, shaggy hair waving. 

"Why? You have a way with minds as well," Charles said. "You need something else, don't you? You would never have come back if you hadn't."

Seraphina hissed, "And who's fault is that? You guessed it, Charles, I do need something. I need help to find my god-forsaken brother."

"Why? Erik doesn't--"

"NOT ERIK YOU DIMWIT! MY FLESH AND BLOOD, MY FAMILY, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY ABOUT YOU THESE PAST YEARS." Seraphina screamed her words, and like daggers they caused Charles to lurch back on the stair. His eyes became watery with anger, and regret. 

"YOU DESTROYED MY HEART, CHARLES. YOU PUSHED ME AWAY." 

Charles flinched as the front door slammed behind her. 

Hank shuffled awkwardly into the room. 

"Could you do me a favor Hank? Would you help carry me to my study?"

I'd like to thank everyone who commented, liked, and added this story because with all of you special people I wouldn't have posted this until June!!!! :))))

Like, ugh, school. I keep using that as an excuse but HEY, ONLY 7 MORE DAYS!!!!

Then SUMMER!!