This is completely AU

Mutants were hated. They had been ever since the humans had found out about their existence. At first it hadn't been overly terrible, mostly attacks at random in streets. Then the government had started the mutant regulations act, where every mutant had to be named and categorized. There were those who refused and some even managed to stay hidden but the majority were found.

Compared to what came next, though, this wasn't overly terrible. When the government found out about certain mutant powers they had their scientists create a mutant suppression device that was compulsory to mutants.

It was like that for years, every mutant being forced to wear this. At least that was before pictures of hundreds of dead mutant children were shown. While most humans didn't care for mutants the pictures of dead children forced the government to change tactic, if only to keep the confidence of the general public.

Mutants were still forced to tell the government of their existence but they stopped tagging them with the collars. Now only the most dangerous were forced to wear them, those with more power than the humans thought they should have. The experiments continued but this time they were cleverer at hiding them so no one saw the bodies of dead mutants and no one questioned when a mutant they knew disappeared one night.

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Charles didn't know what to expect as the taxi pulled up outside the apartment building. The taxi driver helped him out and back into his wheelchair, pushing Charles' suitcase into the younger man's hand. Reflecting on it, Charles thought it was a little sad that he could fit all of his belongings in the small case.

The apartment wasn't anything he was used to, having grown up in a mansion but this would maybe allow Charles the independence he'd been denied for years. Pulling up his coat to hide the collar, Charles manoeuvred the wheelchair up the front steps.

"You're the new tenant?" A large hulking man asked Charles when the younger man rang the bell to the door. That had been a little difficult considering he was sat in a chair and the bell was a little too high for him to reach.

"Yes, Charles Xavier." Charles replied, keeping his tone level even as the man looked at the collar at his throat. His hands went to it involuntarily as the man looked him over. It was at times like this that Charles wished he still had his powers because at least then he would be able to hear what this man was thinking. Though he thought he could guess from the way the man frowned at the wheelchair.

"Logan." The man said, surprising Charles with a name. "You've got room 100 on the first floor, opposite me and if I hear anything untoward in the night your out." Charles nodded, shying away from the rough voice of his new landlord. "I don't care what you get up to in your free time but I don't want any trouble in this building." Once more Charles nodded, nervousness building up.

Logan handed him his key, grunting once before leaving Charles in the hallway. Charles couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the man walk into his own apartment. Running a hand through his hair, Charles positioned his suitcase so it was lying flat on his lap as he wheeled over to the door.

A loud bang came from the stairs, causing Charles to jump a little and the suitcase to fall from his lap. The lock clicked open and his belongings fell out. Blushing, Charles went to pick it up. Another bang followed as Charles bent in the chair to pick up his clothes and shove them inside his suitcase again.

"Hey, can I help?" A young man with blonde hair bent down next to Charles, helping to collect the clothes and put them back in the suitcase. "You new here?" Charles nodded, taking the case from the stranger's hands. "I'm Alex Summers. You need any help getting the rest of your stuff in?"

"Erm, there isn't anything else to bring in. I'm Charles by the way. Charles Xavier." Remembering the manners his Mother had taught him, Charles offered Alex a hand. The younger man frowned a little but shook it anyway.

"Are you a mutant?" Charles felt his eyes go downcast a little at that statement. It would seem that Alex had spotted the collar. "Cool, I am too. But I didn't think they still used those things." There was an underlying anger in Alex's tone but Charles chose to ignore the statement altogether. He hadn't expected to meet another mutant though and he felt curiosity well up a little, wondering what Alex could do.

"It was nice to meet you but I should."

"Sure." Alex said, realising what Charles was meaning. "If you need anything I'm on the second floor so just…I don't know shout." Before Charles could say anything else Alex was gone, leaving Charles once more along in the hallway.

Thankfully the key hole to the flat was at a level Charles could easily reach in his wheelchair. The apartment was sparse, with a kitchen/living room. There was a couch and the kitchen had an oven. Everything else Charles would have to buy. He supposed it was a good thing he still had access to some of his families money. Well, it was really his money now both his parents were dead but his step-father only allowed him a small allowance of it and Charles wasn't in any position to fight him on it. Any other money he needed he could make up by tutoring people. He was a Professor after all. Though he didn't know what parent would let him tutor there kid, seeing as he was wearing a suppression collar.

Unpacking his belongings was a little sad and showed Charles that he really didn't have much. There were a few books he'd managed to grab from the mansion, mainly his Fathers' books. The rest was just clothes that had seen better days. The bedroom had a bed so Charles didn't need to worry about sleeping on the decidedly uncomfortable looking couch.

He wasn't overly hungry so he decided to just get some sleep and go shopping the next day. Anyway, it was getting a little late and there wouldn't be any shops open at this time.

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The next day, Charles managed to make himself shower and dressed. He found a scarf that would cover the collar and felt a little better at not being able to see it. Mornings were always worse than any other time. He generally woke up, expecting to hear the thoughts of people around him instead he felt blackness. Feeling suddenly alone, Charles grabbed his keys and manoeuvred the wheelchair out of the building.

Shopping was difficult in the chair as he couldn't actually get anywhere easily or by himself but he managed to get the essentials. He didn't bother ordering a taxi this time, just using the control on his wheelchair arm to get back to the apartment, although by the time he got back the supplies weren't staying put.

"Hey Charles." Alex shouted as the younger man raced down the stairs. Another man, Charles guessed to be around the same age as Alex followed closely behind. "This is Sean, he rooms with me." He introduced the red-head and Charles nodded his head in a polite way.

"What do you do?" Sean's question startled Charles a little, the Professor not having expected his neighbours to take any note of him.

"I'm a Professor." Charles replied, a little self-consciously. He remembered the conversation he'd previously had with Alex and wondered if the mutant had told his friend about him.

Sean's' eyes lit up at that and Alex grinned at the confused look crossing Charles face. "You got a job right now, 'cos I could do with a tutor. I'll pay." Charles was a little surprised at the offer of a job but he nodded his head in agreement anyway. "Brilliant, when can you start because I have this test coming up in a few days? Is tomorrow alright?"

The questions were a little dizzying. "Yes, tomorrow's fine. How about 10?" Sean quickly agreed and Charles was still a little stunned at the speed of that as Sean detailed what he needed to learn.

"Have you met Hank yet?" Alex said when Sean finished. "He lives upstairs with Raven. You should introduce yourself, you'll get on brilliantly."

"We better get going Alex." Sean interrupted before Charles could answer so he said a quick goodbye before the two were out of the apartment building.

Still feeling a little disorientated, Charles let himself through his front door, considering that maybe this wouldn't be such a bad change after all.

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