I Can't Help {A.S}

I Can't Help {A.S}

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Wise men say, only fools rush in. So call Morgan a fool because that's exactly what she did when a telepathic Brit and a magnetic European recruited her to prevent a third World War led by her kind-mutants. But her foolish actions were not related to fighting a war, but to the walking explosion of a previously convicted teen that Morgan felt drawn towards. Or perhaps the fool all along was Alex who let himself be captured by a fellow mutant when fighting his very nature. An X-Men: First Class; Alex Summers X OC fanfic
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"No running through the hallway!" I yelled as two boys ran past me. "Yes Professor." They said as they slowed down. I smiled as I shook my head and continued walking towards my class. "Professor there are two kids fighting at the pool." Rogue , one of my students, said softly. "Thank you for telling me." I said with a smile. "What is going on?" I asked as I made it to the pool and saw Bobby and John fighting. "He started it." John growled out. "Well I'm finishing it, class now or I will send you to the Professor's office." I ordered. "Yes Professor." Bobby said as he walked away. I smiled as I shook my head and walked to my class. "Mom!" A voice yelled. I smiled as I turned to see my five year old daughter run up to me. "Hello Sweetheart, what are you up to?" I asked as I picked her up. "Running from papa." She said with a giggle. I smiled as I saw my husband of twenty years walking towards us.

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