X-Men: Finding Hope Again
Chapter 1 - A Dream
Author's Note: I am honestly surprised that there isn't a lot of Charles/Moira fanfic stories.
So, I hope you all enjoy this one!
Setting: Muir Island
Opening the door, Moira walked into the room, her clipboard and notes in hand.
"Good morning," she said, a smile on her face as she headed over to the computer.
To the left was her comatose patient, in a nearly critical condition, but she was so focused on seeing the current progress that she failed to notice his head turn.
"Hello, Moira…"
The young woman gasped, and turned to face her patient.
That can't be…
"Charles?"
….
"Charles…"
…
"Charles!"
Setting: The (once-again rebuilt) X-Mansion
Professor Charles opened his eyes, seeing that he'd dozed off, and saw several dozen young and curious eyes stare back at him.
"Are you all right, Professor?" asked one of his students.
Charles quickly remembered what he'd been having them do - studying their textbooks while he had chosen to rest his eyes foM moment.
"Yes, Marie, I'm fine, thank you," nodded Professor X.
Looking at the clock nearby, Charles said, "Well, then, class is done for today. Try not to forget what you learned. I hope to see plenty of A's and B's on tomorrow's test papers."
As the students left, Charles could hear their thoughts - some were excited to go out and have fun, others wanted to have more group study time, and the rest had… well, other ideas.
Anyway, as the professor left his own classroom, he began making his way to his office that was down the hall.
Thank goodness for technology advancement, thought Charles, who was referring to his mechanical, auto-powered wheelchair.
Once inside, he closed the door, and went to his desk, looking at a certain framed photo.
It was of him and Moira, with the two of them enjoying a picnic alongside her 5-year-old son, with the mansion in the background.
"Thank you for this, Charles," said Moira, laying in Xavier's arms as they both sat on the blanket across the grass while her son ran around, full of playful energy.
With a sly grin, she asked, "I will remember this, right?"
Charles chuckled, and kissed her forehead. "No need to worry. I promised I wouldn't ever do something so painful to you ever again."
"But you'll still read my mind?"
"Errm... Well, only with your permission, of course," he replied, rembering the last time she had told him to read her mind.
Moira just laughed, and then, both of them began to kiss slowly and passionately, glad that they werr together again.
A few years had passed since the "apocalyptic" events, as well as him having restored Moira's mind of all the moments they'd shared since their first meeting at the bar.
Her auburn hair's still beautiful, thought Charles.
Then, he remembered the "dream" that he'd gotten earlier, and wondered what it meant.
She had definitely aged somewhat more, but why was his voice coming from a body that was pretty much close to death?
And Moira had looked more like a doctor instead of a CIA agent.
The future…
Frowning, Charles looked around, as if he had heard someone, but saw nobody.
Promise me, Professor...
Ah, yes, the promise he had made with "Future" Logan about saving his friends, forming the X-Men.
With a smile, Charles hoped that by the time he met with him again, his promise would be kept.
Who did he mention again? Scott, Storm…
He had paused to say "Jean", but in a more softer and sadder tone…
Moira…
Now that he was remembering about his time with Logan, Charles realized that he had no idea what happened to her in the no-longer-but-once terrible future.
And he could have sworn that she'd yelled out his name.
"Charles?" He looked up to Storm, who (to him, at least) now looked a bit more different since their first encounter.
"Oh, hello, Storm," greeted the bald mutant. "Are you growing your hair out?"
"A little." smiled Storm.
Charles also said, "And you're speaking different…"
"Well, a lot of words are easier to pronounce this way, so I'm trying to decide which to stick with," replied Storm, referring to her American accent and natural voice. "Are you ok?"
Looking again at Moira in his framed desk photo, Charles nodded his head, and began to leave. "Yes, thank you… I just to need be in Cerebro for a moment or two."
As he began making his way to Cerebro, Charles was now hoping that nothing bad had - or was, or at the exact moment - happened to Moira.
I'm not going to lose her again, thought Charles as he approached the entrance to Cerebro.
After being scanned, a computer voice stated, "Welcome, Professor."
Moving forward, Xavier put on the helmet, and began to locate Moira.
I won't lose you, my love…
Author's Postnote: If the characters seem OOC, or the story does not seem right, I do apologize. I grew up with the X-Men films, not really interested in the comics.
Anyway, I will try to update as soon as possible, so leave a review, like/favorite below, and follow me more chapters... and I'll fix the italics/bold stuff, as well.