A/N- Evil Xavier makes appearance. As opposed to good Xavier who we always see.
"Come in"
Xavier made a show of rifling through the papers on his desk, signing his initials at the bottom of one sheet to show that he had read it. It was the nonchalant movement of a man who wanted nothing more than to exchange pleasantries with his visitor.
It was a farce.
"Wanted to see me Chuck?"
He looked up as the Wolverine strode in, his powerful body and erect stance giving him an enviable aura of intimidation.
"Ah yes; please, take a seat"
"Nah I'm good"
The Professor blinked and scrutinised the face before him, deciding that he wasn't being disrespected in any way, his visitor just preferred to stand.
At least he wasn't smoking.
"Very well, I'll cut straight to the point as I'm sure you'll appreciate. I spoke to Jean this morning about something she witnessed last night that distressed her…"
"Me outside Marie's room?"
He blinked in surprise again, "You were aware she was present?"
"Not til I was walkin' away and smelt her scent round the place. How long was she watchin' me for?"
"Does it matter?" he inquired, keeping his tone studiously neutral. Wolverine shrugged, "Don't take well to bein' watched is all, sets me on edge"
"Perhaps in this case it was fortuitous that you were being watched, if you choose to make a habit of wandering into sleeping girls rooms"
There it was out in the open.
He waited for the anger, the denial, and the defence. All he got was confusion,
"She was havin' a nightmare I wanted to make sure she was alright. I wouldn't call it a habit, more a one off thing"
The Professor moved himself away from the desk, around it, closer to the man he was interrogating, the next question was crucial.
"And kissing them? Would you call that habit or a 'one off thing'"
He wouldn't have thought the Wolverine capable of blushing, but he swore that was what he saw the man do, then drop his gaze to the side, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided his interrogator's gaze.
"I didn' realise Jeannie saw that…"
"Thankfully she did, had it been Scott or I you might have woken up in the med bay shackled to the bed"
"Excuse me?"
His entire air had changed, his head tilted slightly, in a manner like the animal for which he was named. He had become tense, battle ready and the Professor found himself inadvertently hastening to justify his threat.
"I run a school Wolverine, an institution of young, vulnerable students many of them female…"
"And you think I'm a threat?"
"If you observe it from my perspective, last night you chose to make a sexual advance on an unconscious, underage female…"
"It was Marie, Chuck! Toxicity aside, it was my Marie not one of your little girls…"
"Your Marie?" he questioned, "You believe she's yours"
"No…I" he broke off and the telepath was suddenly bombarded with the mutants thoughts and emotions.
"You desire her" he murmured stunned, "She's just a child, yet you…"
"It's not like that," Wolverine explained hastily, "I don't want her in that way…not now when she's too young…"
"Oh and when will she be old enough?" he retorted, "Eighteen? Nineteen? Twenty-one? Old enough to drink, old enough to be bedded by the one man she trusts…"
"I love her"
Upon interrupting with those three words his voice broke, he took a deep breath and tried to continue. "Don't you see Professor? Everythin' I've done since I met her, it's been for her. And when she's old enough…I'll tell her that and then she can decide what to do with me"
The Professor shook his head, struggling to comprehend the twisted logic,
"So you believe all you've done gives you the right to claim her?"
"It gives me the right to love her and despite what you or your cronies think, I'd never harm a hair on her head"
Resting his elbow on the arm of his wheelchair, he rubbed his forehead exhaustedly, "Theoretically I am supposed to trust that, for the next year or three, despite you living down the hall from the female you believe yourself to love dearly, and who trusts you beyond all others. A ward of my responsibility who, to my belief, would concur to any seduction on your part, to partake in daily contact with you, and I am supposed to trust that you will honour your word"
"I've never broken it before" he swore, "Anyone I've given it to, in the last twenty years of my memory, will tell you that, especially with Marie…I wouldn't risk losing her"
'Scott'
'Yes Professor?'
'Come to my office please, I have an assignment for you'
"I am sorry Wolverine" the Professor apologised, "But Rogue is a dependant of Xavier's and I simply can't sacrifice her life so that you may enjoy a month or two of happiness. Please leave the grounds and do not try to contact either of us again"
The man growled, "I...love...her you idiot, what part of that don't you understand? It ain't a one night thin', it's permanent and if I leave I'm takin' her with me"
"No" he sighed sadly, "You're not, nor will you ever be able to succeed in abducting her from here. I am sorry Wolverine, but you shan't have her"
And with that he concentrated his telekinesis on several key areas within Wolverine's brain, snapping the connections and effectively killing the man for as long as possible. Scott Summers entered the room just as he fell to his knees, blood pouring from his nose as he seized and collapsed on the floor. He stared at his enemy in shock before looking to his mentor for explanation,
"It appears Jean was correct, unfortunately Logan did have unhealthy desires and plans for Rogue, I am afraid I must ask that you take him to the Blackbird, set a co-ordinate for the farthest piece of land you can reach sub-orbital and take him there, depositing him with only the clothing on his back- and pray that will forestall him long enough for us to plan a second move"
Scott nodded; noting that the infamous healing factor had yet to kick in, clearly the Professor was blocking it for as long as possible.
"What do we tell Rogue?"
"How about…that her dear friend has returned to Canada for another search for his past and has promised to call her soon?"
Scott bend down and wrapped an arm about the Canadian's back, struggling to return to his feet as he lifted him up, "You don't think she'll figure out something's up?"
"I doubt it…and would she believe what we were capable of even if we sat down and told her? I know I don't"
He waited until Scott had left, straining his ears until the sound of the jet was long gone. Then he allowed himself to be consumed with doubt, with worry that he had gone too far, had been too quick to assume the man was lying and had planned to bed Rogue as soon as he was able, but he weighed it up with logic.
He couldn't risk losing a powerful young woman- a student no less- to the dangerous, consuming passions and desires of love with a man who was half animal.
In the name of God he hoped he wouldn't live to regret this.
A/N- I'm sure many of you may think i overdid Xavier here, but how would you react if you were in charge of a school full of minors and one of them in the sights of a man you couldn't trust? Plus Evil Xavier is necessary for story.
