Chaos Theory

Chapter 1

"Are you still haven't nightmares?" Hank asked as he entered the foyer bringing you a cup of tea. The sun was shining through the tall glass windows of Charles London home as you had planted yourself on the stairs. You knew you looked exhausted. The dark circles under your eyes stood out against you're pale skin as you ran your fingers through your hair. You were still in one of your silk night gowns, not bothering to cover up in a robe or care that you were skimpily dressed. Hank smiled at you sheepishly, sensing your heart break, you weren't the only one effected by Erik and Ravens decisions.

"How can you tell?""you asked blowing on the tea to cool it off.

"I could hear you and I could see the light in your windows from your powers," he replied softly sipping his coffee.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, I'm just worried. With the Professor....in this state..I just want to help you anyway I can," he leaned on the table reflecting sadly on the situation they were in.

"I don't want the serum," your voice cracked as you felt tears sliding down your cheeks. "I don't want to hide this anymore or feel like a prisoner, I just want to feel more in control and since everything with Erik...I can't get a grasp on it.."

"I know, it seems to be he's part of what's doing this, if Charles was more himself we could get to the source of it...free your mind from him, because he's a trigger," Hank began but a loud knock on the front door startled the both of you.

Hank looked at you confused, "Who could that be this early?"

Hank set his coffee down opening the door slowly, you could barely see who was standing there. The voices were muffled, before Hank turned around, "Uh, he's asking about the school?"

"Is he a parent?" You stood now walking over to the door to see if it was a reporter or worse someone from the CIA. You could barely see a tall man in a leather jacket with dark hair and a beard. He looked oddly familiar to you, your powers giving you a sense of deja vu. The man scoffed at your remark.

"I sure hope not," he remarked. "Who are you?" He gestured at Hank only seeing your blonde hair from where he was standing.

"I'm Hank, Hank McCoy I look after the house. Sorry, the schools been closed for years."

"Enchantress.." he blurted out when you finally came into his sight line. Logan knew your powers slowed your aging so you were easier for him to recognize. Your hair was a little different he'd seen it a variety of colors over the years as you hid identities. Yet it was nice to see you like this, your naturally long blonde waves practically reaching to your waist. You looked skinner and paler than usual, he assumed you this was when you were nursing a broken heart from Erik.

"Sorry, have we met?" You eyes widened, no one had referred to you by that name in a long time. Honestly every time you heard it you cringed remembering Erik gifting it to you.

"And you're Beast?" He pointed at Hank now, chuckling as he ignored your questions, "I guess you were a late bloomer."

You noticed Hanks hand gripping the door harder, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Hank tried to shut the door, but the man pushed back.

"Wait, Hank.." you felt something again, a sense of familiarity as your powers made chill spread across your skin, something about this stranger triggering them. It reminded you of the feeling you'd gotten when you recognized your father in the train station with Erik. You knew this guy, but you didn't know how.

"So where's the Professor?" The guy growled pushing back again on the door as you stepped back.

Hank only growled in response hiding his face, trying to mask how much he was about to lose control.