Shared Lives (Nightcrawler x reader)

The Mutant Professor

I was reading a book in my room when the doorbell rang. My mom opened the door, which was normal, but after a few seconds she called me to the door, which was unusual, to say the least. I set down my book, making sure to remember the page, then left my room, trying to make it less obvious that I was in my night clothes, which was kind of easy, due to the fact that my night clothes consisted of an older t-shirt and some comfortable bottoms. On the average day I don't really put on makeup, so this was basically what I looked like most of the time. I walked to the door, finding my mom, a bald man in a wheelchair, and a teenager with ginger hair. I stared at the two newcomers irritably.

"I was in the middle of a pretty intense chapter of (insert random book), so you better have a pretty good reason for bringing me out here on a Sunday morning." The man laughed at my remark as my mother gave an almost horrified look. The other teenager seemed stunned, though she was slightly smirking.

"It seems we have a bookworm." The man smiled warmly, giving him a kind, gentle vibe. "I believe the two of us will get along nicely then. I'm Professor Charles Xavier, and this is Jean Grey, one of my students." Jean shook my hand as the professor turned to my mother. "Could we speak to Y/N alone? It won't take too long." My mother seemed against the idea, but as the professor stared at her she seemed to lose focus a bit, and she bid the two inside, closing the door behind them. The professor rolled himself over to the living room table, as if he knew the layout of the house. I sat across from him, and Jean took a seat off to the side, seemingly there as a background character. My mother had disappeared to the kitchen, and seemed to be idly making sandwiches. I was getting more suspicious by the second.

Your mother is fine, Y/N, as are you. I jumped as I heard the professor's voice inside my head. I was about to scream, terrified by the words appearing within my mind, when an unnatural calm came over me, allowing me to think a bit more rationally. This did not make me more comfortable with the fact that someone else was within my head, however. Sensing my unease, I felt the professor's presence leave my mind.

"Please don't do that again." I rubbed the back of my neck, uncomfortable with the situation I was now in. Charles nodded, giving me a small amount of comfort. Remembering something I saw on the news once, I continued. "So you guys are the mutants from that school?" Another silent affirmation prompted me onwards. "Then why are you here? Why talk to me? I'm completely normal."

The professor stopped me there. "Do you know how most mutants start out?" At my silence, he leaned forward, continuing. "Most mutants were, at one point in their lives, normal humans. They were just like you, living out their daily lives. I can assure you, however, that you are not, in any way, normal. And that, my dear, is why we are here." His words somehow made me feel better and worse at the same time, but the professor wasn't done. "We need your help with something only you can do, but it'll require your powers."

It was tempting, to be honest. Being able to help someone that seemed like the main character to a novel? Awesome. But I hesitated, remembering what happened the last time I tried to help someone. The last time I got close to someone. I turned away, shaking my head. As I felt a slight pressure on my mind I glared at the professor, sending him a message he didn't need his powers to read.

"Please, Y/N." I turned to Jean, who I had forgotten about until she spoke up. She put her hand atop mine, leaning forward. "The world is at stake." And then the images.

The world was being torn apart. People everywhere were screaming in pain and terror, and meteors were raining down from above, smashing everything on impact. The moon had exploded, sending shards into the earth at speeds unimaginable to the average human. In the midst of it all, I found shrapnel from a ship, as well as a piece of a uniform with the X-men logo on it.

I gasped as Jean stopped transmitting the images. Everyone would die. There would be no survivors. I looked up at Jean. How could she know such things and still be sane? She smiled at me as if she had an idea of what I was thinking.

The professor calmed me down, dulling the emotional trauma from the sights I had seen. When I was breathing normally again, I got up, heading towards my room. "Is that a no?" I stopped and turned around, looking at the professor.

"I don't have a suitcase, and I'm still in my night clothes, so I'm going to my room to empty my backpack and change into an actual outfit." I turned back around and continued walking, but I believe I saw the professor smile from the corner of my eye.