Title: Missing you
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I am just playing with them…
Summary: After X3, when Jean died. However, Charles returned. So there is this little talk between Xavier and Ororo of how things became they were and how precious is Jean to them.
A/N: I might be writing a little out of character here. This is my first fanfic…
Ororo looked at the pile of papers on her desk and sighed. Ever since the Professor died and she took over the school, she had mounds of work to do. Worse still, after the Alcatraz incident, Jean died and Logan has spent most of his time in god knows where. Ororo looked at the pictures on the wall behind her. There where so many of them. It was good then, when there where no power crazy mutant villains to worry about. She saw one that was vaguely familiar. Wondering what it is, she leaned forward to take a closer look.
/flashback/
"Jean! Stop that!"
"Stop what, Ororo?"
"Stop tickling me!"
Jean just laughed and continued to tickle her anyway. It was not until the Professor opened the door that they both stopped.
"That's enough, you to. We have a visitor today." The professor interrupted.
"Opps. Sorry." Both of them stood up, leaning on one another.
/end of flashback./
How could she forget that time. It was during the winter when she and Jean met Moira McTaggert. She was one of the Professor's best friends.
But now its all gone. Jean and the Professor are both dead. Jean, the only person close to a sister had died. And she killed the Professor.
Suddenly, the door opened and Logan popped his head into the room.
"What do you want Logan?" She demanded.
"Sorry for interrupting like this darlin' but there are two people on the porch."
"So? Just leave them out there." Ororo replied.
"But one of them, the guy, claims to be Chuck. Anyway, if you don't want to meet them, don't. I am letting them in." Logan replied.
Ororo stood still, stunned. She could not believe it. Charles is back?
Ororo raced down the stairs, to the foyer, where Moira McTaggert stood with an unknown guy.
"Moira! How nice to see you! It have been ages since you came." Moira laughed.
"Look at ya child, You've grown" Moira exclaimed, her Scottish accent noticeable.
/actually it have been about 15 years./ Ororo thought.
She heard a deep chuckle in her head.
/ Charles? Is that you/
/who else, dear child/
/ Where are you/
The man standing beside Moira gave a deep chuckle.
"Are you him?" Ororo asked "You sure don't look like him."
"Of course he is Charles, dear child." Moira replied.
"You must be mistaken, Moira. I saw him die that day."
"I am Charles, Ororo. You should know that." Charles replied.
"Prove it" Ororo countered.
"You dated Forge awhile back …" Charles replied.
Ororo's eyes widened in shock.
"It's him…"
Ororo rushed forward and hugged the man.
"Charles…Father… I missed you."
The Professor and Logan's eyes widen in shock. They have not seen this much display of affection from the usually cold weather witch.
"Welcome back Chuck." Logan told Charles.
"Told ya people so. Now who wants pizza?" Moira's voice cut through the sudden silence.
"Let's go then."