Chapter 2

Untie my silhouette

It's all that is left of a broken heart.

Leave all of my regrets to sink like shipwrecks

Through oceans dark

Silhuette-Birdy

Charles Xavier took a deep breath as he gripped the Cerebro's helmet. Almost a year ago he had sent Moira away, without her memories of them to protect her and the mutants, but the truth was that not only did he regret erasing her memories, but he missed the woman he had fallen in love with.

Her smart brown eyes, her hair which he had tried to catch her attention talking about its mutation, her mind and heart, all that had attracted him to her, and the telepath needed to know how she was, even if from a distance.

Charles put on his helmet, concentrating on all the minds around him. And then, he found Moira's mind.

For a moment, Charles held his breath, feeling his eyes shine as he saw Moira after a long year.

But then, the emotion gave way to shock as he saw her appearance. The hair he admired so much was falling flat and lifeless like a curtain on her face, pale in contrast and her eyes were unfocused as she lay on a bed in a completely white room.

And then her mind was empty, there were no thoughts there, on the surface and Charles quickly removed his helmet, bringing his fist to his mouth, his eyes filled with pain. Military Psychiatric Hospital.

"Hank!"

"I invaded their system, Professor." Hank said, half an hour later in his lab, and he sighed, adjusting his glasses.

"What happened to... to Moira?" But Charles felt so impatient and desperate that he began to read Hank's mind:

Agent Moira Mactaggert, age 29, hospitalized 6 months ago at the Military Psychiatric Hospital of Langley. Diagnosis. Mental instability and psychotic outbreaks, attacking another agent and nurses. Under treatment and with no date to be released. Isolation.

"No, this isn't the Moira I know..." Charles murmured, his blue eyes filled with pain, staring at Hank, who was saddened by both the professor and the young womam with whom he had become friend.

"You never said how things between you two ended..."

"They ended bad and because of me." And then, clenching his hands into fists, he said determined, because he knew there were more things there: "We have to go there."

Hold on Moira, I'm going to you.

Two hours later, they had landed the Blackbird in Langley and headed to the Military Hospital, easily passing by the guards.

"Excuse me, I'd like to visit Agent Moira Mactaggert, I'm an old friend." Charles said at the front desk, but the nurse denied it.

"I'm sorry, but Miss Mactaggert isn't allowed to receive any visits, they are orders from the doctor and Colonel Stryker."

And then, Charles stared at her intensely, entering her mind with two fingers in his temple, saying:

We're going to Moira's room, you will give us the keys and if anyone asks, you will say that the order came from Stryker.

"Second floor, room 12." The nurse said and Charles smiled as he and Hank walked to the elevator.

They found the nurse from that floor, but Charles entered his min too, before they stopped in front of door 12, which had only one small metal window and Charles took a deep breath, feeling nervous, before feeling Hank's hand on his shoulder, in comfort, and he entered the room while Hank stood outside, watching the hall.

Charles felt his heart break as he approached the bed. She was lying on the bed, her fingers fumbling with the ropes of cloth tied around her wrists, her dark hair contrasting with the whiteness of her face with dark circles and unfocused eyes.

"Moira..." He couldn't believe that Moira was unsteady, and even if she was, he was angry at the way she was being treated, because from the state of her mind, she had taken so many pills and drugs that she didn't seem to know who she was.

"What are you doing here?" Moira said, sitting on the bed and staring at the man in front of her, nervous. After all, she was dangerous, right?

A small smile appeared on Charles's lips when he heard her voice, which remained the same, soft even when she was serious, and then he moved his chair closer and stood beside the bed, watching her lean against the railing as if she wanted to keep the distance.

"Moira... I came to get you out of here."

"Y-you're the one who has to get out of here." She advised and for a moment he could see a sparkle in her eyes. "I'm dangerous, I shouldn't get visitors or get out of here."

"You aren't, my dear." He assured her, wanting very much to hold her hands between his and calm her, but resolving not to do so, because she was already nervous enough, the effects of the sedative over.

"I am, I almost killed a man and I attacked a nurse this morning!" She said it aloud and her pale face began to get red. Who was he, and why did she feel her heart beat so fast seeing the charming man?"You don't know me, there's nothing left of what I was!"

And then she stood up, out of control, advancing toward Charles who had no choice, no matter how much it hurt him and he took his fingers to his temple and made Moira sleep.

The young woman fell into his arms and he held her to his chest and Charles sighed, embracing her in a mixture of longing, sadness and love and buried his face in her hair that still smelled like her. How he had missed her.

"I'll take care of you, my dear, you'll be fine..." He murmured fervently, his arms tightening slightly as if to protect her, facing the wall and for the first time in years, the man always compassionate and peaceful, felt angry at Stryker for what he had done to the woman he loved.

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