Somewhere, well protected, was a plastic prison that kept a dangerous
mutant, Magneto, prisoner. It had been rebuilt and reinforced after he'd
smashed it up once.
The Professor and Scott had come before, but it hadn't been a great visit. Scott, again, was left to be only a spectator, but this time he'd be ready if another fight broke out. "Charles, what a wonderful surprise, my dear, old friend," Eric greeted with open arms as he rose from where he'd been sitting "to what do I owe this visit?" "I need to talk to you about one of your, teammates, if you will," Xavier said slowly. "Which one? Sabertooth? Mystique?" "Toad," he said, cutting Eric off. "Ah, yes. Quite a mouth on that one, but loyal, very loyal. He was fried by your weather witch if I'm not mistaken," Eric said as he returned to his seat. "He was, or so we thought. Toad was spotted last night breaking into an office building in town. He took with him a folder and he had some new friends, I was wondering if you knew anything," Charles said, getting to his point. "Only what I read in the papers," Eric said dully as he pulled the paper he'd been reading back into place in front of his face. "Eric, this is serious. We need to know what they are after and stop them or else it could be catastrophic," Charles said slowly, trying to get his friend to see things his way. "Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers to?" he asked as he lowered the paper and looked Xavier in the eye "what happened to your hope, old friend? Don't tell me those humans have already taken it away." With a sad sigh, Charles returned to Scott and on toward the mansion. ********** The ride was quiet. Scott wanted to come out and ask what had happened inside, but he was afraid he'd be intruding. "Your not intruding Scott, there wasn't anything Eric knew that we didn't already," Xavier said slowly, almost wishfully. "If only I'd been there sooner," Scott hissed under his breath. He'd been thinking it ever since he arrived at the office last night to see Kurt hurt and hear Toad was gone. "It wasn't your fault Scott, you did all you could," the professor said, although he didn't sound to convincing himself. "I could have done more, I could have helped," he started. "There was nothing more you could have done then what you did," Charles said as he looked toward Scott and dropped to a quieter tone "capturing Toad wouldn't have brought Jean back."
The Professor and Scott had come before, but it hadn't been a great visit. Scott, again, was left to be only a spectator, but this time he'd be ready if another fight broke out. "Charles, what a wonderful surprise, my dear, old friend," Eric greeted with open arms as he rose from where he'd been sitting "to what do I owe this visit?" "I need to talk to you about one of your, teammates, if you will," Xavier said slowly. "Which one? Sabertooth? Mystique?" "Toad," he said, cutting Eric off. "Ah, yes. Quite a mouth on that one, but loyal, very loyal. He was fried by your weather witch if I'm not mistaken," Eric said as he returned to his seat. "He was, or so we thought. Toad was spotted last night breaking into an office building in town. He took with him a folder and he had some new friends, I was wondering if you knew anything," Charles said, getting to his point. "Only what I read in the papers," Eric said dully as he pulled the paper he'd been reading back into place in front of his face. "Eric, this is serious. We need to know what they are after and stop them or else it could be catastrophic," Charles said slowly, trying to get his friend to see things his way. "Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers to?" he asked as he lowered the paper and looked Xavier in the eye "what happened to your hope, old friend? Don't tell me those humans have already taken it away." With a sad sigh, Charles returned to Scott and on toward the mansion. ********** The ride was quiet. Scott wanted to come out and ask what had happened inside, but he was afraid he'd be intruding. "Your not intruding Scott, there wasn't anything Eric knew that we didn't already," Xavier said slowly, almost wishfully. "If only I'd been there sooner," Scott hissed under his breath. He'd been thinking it ever since he arrived at the office last night to see Kurt hurt and hear Toad was gone. "It wasn't your fault Scott, you did all you could," the professor said, although he didn't sound to convincing himself. "I could have done more, I could have helped," he started. "There was nothing more you could have done then what you did," Charles said as he looked toward Scott and dropped to a quieter tone "capturing Toad wouldn't have brought Jean back."
