I have given this story a 'M' rating because of the extremely descriptive, dramatic content included. If you've read many stories on this site, then you probably know how dark these backgrounds can get. Please keep the rating in mind as I don't want to get flames from people who read the story expecting it to be 'K' or something and enjoy as much as you can. Thanks!
Please recommend who you would like to have 'go to therapy', and I'll do them next. Otherwise, I'm just going to do the order in which I feel like and you may have to wait quite a long time to get the character you want.
My final warning is about my record for updating. Anyone who has read any of my stories knows I don't update nearly as often as I probably should. I try, but I'm still in high school and I'm trying to keep my grades above failing. I'm sure you all can try to understand I won't be updating as often as many of the other stories you've read. If you want me to update more, give me reviews. That's how I write my stories. I update the ones that are getting the most reviews first in order to please other people.
Charles sat at his desk, dreading the coming of the morning. Unfortunately, time wasn't under his control and he couldn't keep away the inevitable forever.
Unknown to most of the staff and students, Gabrielle Haller wasn't his only love interest over the years. No, after Gabrielle had come Amelia Voght.
If he had loved Gabrielle, then he had adored Amelia. Not even her being adored in his eyes had been enough to keep her around. Charles had never been there for her, and though he loved her and she loved him, she needed someone who could be involved in their lives. His paralysis had become a problem, but not because of the paralysis itself. That had never mattered to Amelia. No, Charles had withdrawn himself even more from the world after the accident. Amelia had filed for a divorce that had been rather long in coming.
Now, over ten years later, Charles asked his ex-wife to come back to the Xavier Institute for help. Amelia was a psychiatrist and therapist. Charles had found that his team of X-men had been become more and more distant and depressed. He needed help and Amelia was the first person he could think to turn to.
He stared at the clock for another hour before he heard a soft knock on his office door. He croaked a short, "Come in."
She looked almost exactly as she had the ten years+ prior with her red hair at shoulder length and perfectly tailor skirt suit, only with a few minor laugh lines to show any age, "Hello Charles."
"Good morning Amelia," Charles wheeled toward her. "We're going to be conducting this in a spare office."
She nodded and followed him where she saw everything she would need was already here, "I guess you weren't kidding when you said you would have everything I could need already here."
"No, I was perfectly serious," he caught her hand as she walked by. "Amelia...have you...thought...about us?"
"Yes, but not enough to want to put myself through that hell again. This is a favor to you that I expect you will repay if I am ever in need of it," Amelia said, yanking her hand free.
The older man nodded and wheeled himself out of the room. He still loved her as much as she still loved him, but there was too much time between their broken hearts for repair. Amelia shook her head and turned her doctor mode on. It was almost time to begin with the first patient.
Like I said up top, please leave me a review with who you would like to see go through this therapy first, otherwise the default will be Scott Summers / Cyclops, and a little note on whether you like the idea or the story thus far. Thank you!