Title: I Hardly Know Them
Author: Kelsey
Rating: PG I suppose
Summary: Xavier realizes that he doesn't know his students as well as he thought he did.
Feedback: Yeah, that'd be nice
Notes: No notes really. Except, there are a couple random references to
random things. See if you can spot them!
I look around at my former students and realize I hardly know them. It's
a humbling thought for any headmaster, but for a psychic, for ME it is
deeply troubling.
In some ways I know them so well, so intimately. Even at a masked ball I
can identify them by their way of walking, their posture. Kitty, whose
determination looks like competence. Bobby, who hides his steel filled spine
in a childlike slouch. Jubilee, whose appearance of pure energy demands her
sheer determination. Marie, who walks like a southern belle but talks like
James Dean. St. John who is on constant surveillance but walks as if
sauntering into a bar.
And yet I hardly know them. I, the famed Professor Charles Xavier. I never stopped to put the pieces together. I did not see that Kitty is afraid of the dark, and afraid of love. I missed that Bobby is paralyzed by fear of failure, that he purposely keeps expectations low. I never realized that Jubilee is afraid of the dark place within her own soul, and desperately fears her past. Or that Marie, for all of our concern is the most well-adjusted member of her graduating class. It never occurred to me that St. John could be afraid of security and trust, that he is afraid of weakness at the expense of his friends.
I hardly know them because it never occurred to me to look, you see. I'm a psychic and they could talk to me. I'm a psychic and they didn't know they had to. I did not want to violate their trust, at the expense of camaraderie. I never knew I hardly know them, and now it's too late. I have to let these strangers I love go.
Feedback. Please.
Author: Kelsey
Rating: PG I suppose
Summary: Xavier realizes that he doesn't know his students as well as he thought he did.
Feedback: Yeah, that'd be nice
Notes: No notes really. Except, there are a couple random references to
random things. See if you can spot them!
I look around at my former students and realize I hardly know them. It's
a humbling thought for any headmaster, but for a psychic, for ME it is
deeply troubling.
In some ways I know them so well, so intimately. Even at a masked ball I
can identify them by their way of walking, their posture. Kitty, whose
determination looks like competence. Bobby, who hides his steel filled spine
in a childlike slouch. Jubilee, whose appearance of pure energy demands her
sheer determination. Marie, who walks like a southern belle but talks like
James Dean. St. John who is on constant surveillance but walks as if
sauntering into a bar.
And yet I hardly know them. I, the famed Professor Charles Xavier. I never stopped to put the pieces together. I did not see that Kitty is afraid of the dark, and afraid of love. I missed that Bobby is paralyzed by fear of failure, that he purposely keeps expectations low. I never realized that Jubilee is afraid of the dark place within her own soul, and desperately fears her past. Or that Marie, for all of our concern is the most well-adjusted member of her graduating class. It never occurred to me that St. John could be afraid of security and trust, that he is afraid of weakness at the expense of his friends.
I hardly know them because it never occurred to me to look, you see. I'm a psychic and they could talk to me. I'm a psychic and they didn't know they had to. I did not want to violate their trust, at the expense of camaraderie. I never knew I hardly know them, and now it's too late. I have to let these strangers I love go.
Feedback. Please.