"Storm are you sure fingerprints are what you saw"? "Yes Charles there were fingerprints on the child's neck" Storm assured the man in front of her as she paced by. "They were bruises" she added. Xavier was silent for a moment. "This is a very serious issue Ororo" he began. "If someone is hurting one of our students we need to find out who". Storm nodded plopping down into the backless seat beside her. "I…I'm worried Charles" she whispered.
The seated man nodded as he moved his chair beside the white haired woman. "You must understand that we will not be able to take any action against the perpetrator until Brenda tells us who it is" the man stated. Putting a hand over Ororo's Xavier softened his tone as he began to explain the situation at hand.
"I can try to use my telekinesis to help but it is best done on a willing mind". "I know how close you are to Brenda; perhaps you can spend some time with her and help to encourage her to see me". "I'll try" was all Storm could will her mouth to word. Rising from her seat Ororo made her way towards the door only to be stopped by the words of her friend. "Is that the only thing you came to see me for"? Storm nodded but could tell by the way Xavier looked at her she was far from being believed. Sighing she looked down at the floor below her. "I…I've been having the nightmares again".
Mentioning her own problems was the last thing Storm had wanted to do with Xavier but something about the man's presence had always seemed to lower her guard. In all the years she had known Charles he had been like a father to her and as with any child she felt the need to seek comfort from him. "Would you like to take a seat" Xavier said. The man's statement was more of a command than a question but Storm accepted the offer none the less once again taking her seat on the cushioned chair. "I…I don't think I can talk about it" she whispered. "That's alright Storm" Xavier stated raising his hands to the sides of her temples. "Let your mind do all the work".
Somewhere in between the pounding of her own heart and the words of Xavier Storm found herself being sucked into what could only be described as a swamp of emotions. She fought it at first moving her hands to take a hold of Xavier's but stopped when she heard him encourage her. "Let me in" he spoke. "I won't hurt you…It's ok, I'm here". The last thing Storm felt of her own free will was her hands slipping from Xavier's and onto her skirted lap.