This is the sequel to my story, 'I Can Read Your Mind.' I know in the movie the time gap is said to be 20 years or so, but that's impractical. So, let's assume for the sake of common sense, that in this story, it has been, eight years after First Class. Moira got married a year after Charles stole her memories. The marriage lasted only four years. Her son is now 5-6 years old.
Prologue
The auburn-haired woman turned to face her ex-husband for the last time. She thanked whatever higher power had allowed the divorce to go smoothly. Their son would spend the summers with his father and stay the rest of the year with her. As she turned to leave, her eyes fell on her lawyer, who had been in a wheelchair since an accident six years ago. As usual, the sight stirred an odd feeling of déjà vu; the flashes of memory bombarding her mind: sunlight, trees, a flash of blue. The woman shook her head to clear her mind and began walking towards her car, ready to resume her work at the CIA.
On the same day, in the library of a mansion in West Chester, a paraplegic man sat near a window, his handsome face brooding, the charming smile that he always wore missing and his blue eyes distant and unfocused. He knew he was due to teach a class, but he couldn't make himself move. On some days like this, the loneliness overwhelmed him, threatening to drown him, even though it had been nearly five years since he lost his sister, his best friend and his love. The man sighed, his telepathy alerting him to an approaching student, probably come to check whether he would take the class or not. Fighting the urge to use Cerebro and check up on the woman he had betrayed, if only to keep her safe, the telepath turned his mind to his job.
All right, now my college is starting from tomorrow, so there's no guarantee how often I'll be able to update. Please bear with me, though. Read and Review, please.