I originally intended for this fic to be a one-shot so this chapter might not be as good as the last.


After Alex's explosion yesterday the occupants of the house weren't talking. Alex and Hank refused to be in the same room with the other. The two had been arguing about Raven and what kind of person she is. Sean was trying to hide from the other two; he didn't want to be dragged into the middle of it or worse be forced to pick a side in the argument. Charles had locked himself in his room and refused to come out for dinner.

When he still hadn't come out at lunch the next day the boys began arguing again.

"He still hasn't left his room, and when I went over there to ask him if he was hungry I didn't get a response. All I heard was crying from in there," Hank told the other two.

"Oh and let me guess you're going to blame me for that too," Alex retorted.

"This is your fault! You knew how sensitive he is about Raven and Erik and yet you decided to come home and bad mouth the two of them in front of him! Congratulations Alex, if he wasn't depressed enough before he definitely is now!" Hank roared.

"Well at least I try to make him feel better instead of just locking myself in the lab or whatever the hell Sean does!" Alex yelled back.

"Is that what you were trying to do yesterday? Cause it didn't come across that way," Hank countered.

"Uh, guys there's smoke coming from the kitchen," Sean squeaked out.

"Great, now I've burned lunch," Alex complained storming into the kitchen while putting out the fire and throwing away the burnt plate and their lunch. He then started to make sandwiches while ordering Sean around, "Sean, go try to get the professor to come down for lunch."

"Sean, stay if the professor wants to come down, he'll do so on his own," Hank countered from the kitchen door.

"Sean, go," Alex said pointing the knife he was using at the other two.

"Stay," Hank growled.

"You know what I think I'll go," Sean said running out of the room.

"Why do you automatically doubt all of my decisions?" Alex asked.

"Well considering how recently you've burnt the kitchen and caused the professor to lock himself in his room. Do you really think you should be making decisions for others?" Hank asked.

"And this is coming from the big blue fur ball who spends all day locked in a lab working on who knows what kind of science project that probably won't work," Alex retorted.

"For the record, I'm trying to rebuild Cerebro, something useful that would probably do the rest of us some good."

"How is that going to do us any good? And who do you think you're calling useless. I cook and clean something the rest of you refuse to do."

"Um, guys, there's something wrong with the professor he's not responding to anything," Sean said nervously poking his head into the room. Hearing this Hank and Alex dropped what they were doing, completely forgot the argument, and ran upstairs to the professor's room.


Charles sat on his bed completely lost in his own thoughts. He didn't hear when Hank or Sean had come by to check on him. He didn't even know he was crying. All he could think of was how Alex had said that Erik didn't even want to come and that Raven was only coming because she was ordered to. He was a worthless, piece of shit, freak.

He remembered everything Kurt and Cain had told him when they had abused and bullied him.

"You little freak, what the hell do you think you are doing in here anyways?" Kurt yelled at a young Charles when Kurt walked into his lab to find Charles sitting on the floor next to a pile of broken glass, spilt chemicals, and Charles' blood.

"I was looking for Mom, and I couldn't find her, so I thought I would come in here and ask you if you knew where she was, but you weren't in here, and I knocked over some things, and I started bleeding, and then you found me in here, and started yelling," Charles rambled while whimpering in front of his stepfather who he was convinced was going to beat him.

"Get out of here!" Kurt yelled before throwing Charles out of the room and locking the door behind him.

Charles walked around the house trying to find his Mom and spilling blood all over the house. Eventually he ran into Raven who seeing the blood immediately asked, "Charles, what's wrong? What happened? Did Kurt beat you again? Did Cain beat you up?"

"Raven, I'm fine. I broke some things in Kurt's lab and cut myself before he threw me out and locked the door behind me," Charles explained while getting dizzy and sitting down. He was losing a lot of blood and his hair was sticking to the blood that was coming out of the gash in his forehead.

"Come on, Charles," Raven said dragging him into the bathroom and cleaning up Charles' cuts. "Charles, what were you doing in Kurt's lab anyways?" Raven asked when she finished.

"I was looking for Mom, I can't remember why though," Charles admitted while blushing slightly.

"Hey Charles, we want to talk!" Cain shouted with his gang of friends while they chased Charles after school one day. Charles ran through the teacher's parking lot and through the football field before hiding behind the library. "Where on Earth did that loser run off to?" Cain asked his friends while they caught up to Charles.

Charles sat there panting and praying that they wouldn't find him. He was hoping Cain and the others would give up before heading home. At least then Charles could hide in the library until it closed and then sneak back home and into his room without Cain finding him.

"Oh look there's the little freak," Cain said standing right in front of Charles with his "friends" behind him. Charles shrunk in more on himself (if it was even possible). "Come on, Charles; show us one of your little tricks."

"W-what do you mean?" Charles stuttered scared and confused.

"Give us the answers to the English test tomorrow, we know you can read the teacher's mind," Cain prompted.

"I d-don't have them, C-Cain," Charles whimpered.

"Come on, faggot, do it already," ordered one of the other boys while threatening to punch Charles.

Charles lost the ability to speak and just shook his head before closing his eyes knowing what was going to happen next. Cain and the others beat him until Charles was knocked unconscious actually it continued past then. Charles stated behind the library until Raven found him later on and took him own.


The others rushed into the room finding Charles on his bed completely unresponsive. He was still crying well more sobbing now then crying with occasional phrases like "I'm sorry" or "Please don't hurt me" or "I'm not a freak" or something similar coming out of his mouth.

Hank rushed over and saw that his eyes were glazed over. "He's not really here."

"No kidding. So what's wrong with him, bozo?" Alex asked sarcastically.

"I think he's lost in his thoughts or something similar, I don't know exactly. It's probably something to do with his mutation. I think we should try waking him up, carefully, we don't want to startle him," Hank suggested. "Professor, professor, you there? Can you hear me?" Hank asked waving a hand in front of Charles' eyes.

"Sean, fill this with water," Alex said handing him a pitcher from Charles' nightstand.

When Sean brought the water filled pitcher over and handed it to Sean he handed it to Alex who poured it over Charles' head. Charles' eyes immediately snapped open and he stared around the room trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. He looked at each of the boys in the face before staring at a space behind them. "Raven, Erik, are you really there?" Charles asked.

"Great, Alex, what did you do now?" Hank grumbled.

"Why do you automatically blame me? I woke him up like you told me to," Alex retorted.

"Professor, Raven and Erik aren't here, it's just Sean, Alex, and Hank" Hank replied.

"What are you talking about, Hank?" Charles asked right before Raven responded, "Yes, Charles, we're really here. We're back, we're home."

The three boys turned around to see Raven and Erik standing in the doorway.