Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Eve woke up in a bed, in an unfamiliar room. _Great_ she thought, _that's just what I need, a "helping" hand..._
"I'm sure you do," said a male voice next to her, causing her to jump.
The source of the voice was an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair. He looked friendly enough, but he was obviously a telepath. "Who are you, and why am I not passing out yet?"
"My name is Charles Xavier. You're correct in assuming that I am a telepath and the reason you are not passing out is because I am shielding your mind from the effects of the proximity."
"Thanks, I think." She sat up and looked around. The room was sparsely furnished, but the furniture that was there was fairly nice. It had the feel of a five star hotel room. The bed was full sized, and there were clean clothes folded on top of a chest at the foot. "Um, where am I?"
"You at my school for gifted youngsters. Mutants, like you, mostly runaways. Here they learn to control their powers."
_Ain't my powers that need controlling._
Xavier smiled. "Indeed not, however, perhaps you could learn to shield yourself from intrusions?"
"Right... and pigs can fly."
"Perhaps all you need to do is let your heart heal." Xavier said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"The memory that lead me to you. That's still an open wound, isn't it? Maybe here you can find some relief from it."
Eve's face fell. "I don't need help with that."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"You're among friends here." Xavier said, turning to leave.
Eve didn't move for a moment. Then she whispered, "How did you know?"
He paused. "I heard your scream when they died," a momentary pause, "and I saw how often you dreamed of them and felt the pain the dreams brought you. I have an older friend with a similar hurt."
"Lucky you," Eve said, trying to sound sarcastic. She could tell he wasn't fooled, but she felt she had to try.
"Yes, lucky me," he whispered to himself. Eve didn't hear it, nor did she see his smile as he wheeled out of the room. "I am left the hope that others have forsaken."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Eve woke up in a bed, in an unfamiliar room. _Great_ she thought, _that's just what I need, a "helping" hand..._
"I'm sure you do," said a male voice next to her, causing her to jump.
The source of the voice was an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair. He looked friendly enough, but he was obviously a telepath. "Who are you, and why am I not passing out yet?"
"My name is Charles Xavier. You're correct in assuming that I am a telepath and the reason you are not passing out is because I am shielding your mind from the effects of the proximity."
"Thanks, I think." She sat up and looked around. The room was sparsely furnished, but the furniture that was there was fairly nice. It had the feel of a five star hotel room. The bed was full sized, and there were clean clothes folded on top of a chest at the foot. "Um, where am I?"
"You at my school for gifted youngsters. Mutants, like you, mostly runaways. Here they learn to control their powers."
_Ain't my powers that need controlling._
Xavier smiled. "Indeed not, however, perhaps you could learn to shield yourself from intrusions?"
"Right... and pigs can fly."
"Perhaps all you need to do is let your heart heal." Xavier said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"The memory that lead me to you. That's still an open wound, isn't it? Maybe here you can find some relief from it."
Eve's face fell. "I don't need help with that."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"You're among friends here." Xavier said, turning to leave.
Eve didn't move for a moment. Then she whispered, "How did you know?"
He paused. "I heard your scream when they died," a momentary pause, "and I saw how often you dreamed of them and felt the pain the dreams brought you. I have an older friend with a similar hurt."
"Lucky you," Eve said, trying to sound sarcastic. She could tell he wasn't fooled, but she felt she had to try.
"Yes, lucky me," he whispered to himself. Eve didn't hear it, nor did she see his smile as he wheeled out of the room. "I am left the hope that others have forsaken."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone