Ghost ˚ C. Xavier [4]

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: Last chapter was kind of a reassuring light at the end of a scary tunnel. Look guys, I'm not going to make Beth and Charles hate each other, yay! No, those two are my babies... I love them and missed writing them being like little high school lovebirds lmao

Earlier with Charles was anything but boring. It was certainly refreshing to just sit and talk to someone without being restrained or looked at like a lost puppy. I felt that Charles had seen what I had gone through in that long, agonizing year away from home. That maybe he understood that I didn't want to be coddled. That I wanted to be talked to the way you'd talk to me before this whole 'lurking danger' situation.

I realized in that hour just how much I had truly missed Charles. How I missed his arms around me and his lips against mine...

I hummed quietly, a small smile forming on my face.

And then I remembered my small encounter with Erik and his wife... I frowned, my eyes narrowing and my nose scrunching. Okay, so it was a big encounter, something that just an apology wouldn't fix.

Who the hell was I kidding? I almost killed Riley in my little... episode. I could apologize a million times and it'd do nothing. I doubt I could earn their trust back even after-... if we could find a way to stop whatever was inside of me.

"Hey..." A voice said behind me. I turned slightly and saw that it was Jean. I nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to the window I was currently looking through. "B-Mother... I'm sorry for how I acted down in the basement I've just got so many emotions and feelings that are suddenly making their way in my head." She sighed and stood next to me, her hand resting on top of my own on the countertop. "I've thought over everything from the earliest memory I have and..." Another silence from the girl. "I'm just sorry that I acted the way I did. You were trying to keep us out of danger. Trying to keep me out of danger." She finished, backing up to head out of the kitchen.

"I did what I did because I couldn't stand to see another child die right in front of me." I spoke before she was out of earshot. "I couldn't raise you, Jean. Not with how things were." I kept my back to her, but I knew she was still there. "I met some people before I even found out I was pregnant. I had known them for a while before Charles found me." I sighed, looking down to the countertop. "Your adoptive parents, the Greys. I figured you'd be safer with them rather than with Erik and myself. Things... they weren't always this quiet and calm." I informed her, gesturing to the garden outside.

"I know. After we thought you died, I asked the Professor about everything from around that time." Jean said, her footsteps coming closer to me once more. "He told me about Shaw and his group of mutants. And then how you and Erik were arrested for killing the President-"

"We didn't kill the President."

"I know you didn't kill the president, mom." She chuckled.

"This feels strange." I admitted, taking in a breath before letting it go and looking at Jean. "Hearing you call me that name... Standing here just having a normal conversation." I paused, a sad smile appearing. "It's almost like everyone in this house isn't afraid I'll kill them."

"That's because they aren't." Jean informed, her brows furrowing. "You're not a dangerous person. You just have to... control it." She paused, biting her lower lip for a moment before continuing. "I still have a hard time controlling my powers occasionally..."

"How bad are they recently?" I asked, remembering how terrified the kids had been that one night.

"Let's just say... a lot of things in my room are broken and or destroyed beyond repair... along with the melted paint and wallpaper." She explained, a giggle sounding from her lips.

"Sounds like we both need some learning to do..."

A/N: What the hell is this garbage...?