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This had to be some kind of sick joke. I killed him. I felt him die. I watched him being pulled apart piece by piece until there was nothing left but an empty wheelchair and twenty years worth of memories.
"Scott, you can't be serious!" all of the sudden I feel nauseated. My vision wobbles for a moment, then I'm okay.
"Professor Xavier is the most powerful telepath in the world, you really thought you killed him?" Scott asks.
"Yes, I did," I say, crossing my arms across my chest. he reaches over and puts a hand on my forearm, keeping his other on the controls. he was a skilled pilot to be able to do that, I knew I ever tried that, the plane would plummet to the ground faster then I would be able to fix it. But he keeps the joysticks steady and I appreciate the caress, even if I don't believe what he just said.
"Jean, you know I'm telling the truth. I can tell."
"Do I?" I ask, "Damn it, Scott, I've literally been here, considering you and him dead and I knew nothing different for a year. You've been here for what, 62 hours? And you know everything."
He takes his hand away, "Ororo was pissed with you, what would you expect her to do? tell you that she falsely accused you and that Professor X is actually alive and well and living ar Muir Island?"
"Yes," I snap. anger and frustration boils in my stomach. I clench my hands and teeth, "that would be the logical thing to do!"
"you were the logical thinker of the team, not her."
I don't say anything else for the rest of the trip. To be honest, I didn't even want to be on this trip. I wanted to be back at the mansion, planning how to break Logan out. I wanted to be out of this situation entirely.
Land comes into view and Scott pushes some switches. According to the GPS, we were right above the Muir Island Research Center. The plane lands on the small runway and Scott stands up.
The Research Center is run by Moira McTaggert, a formal CIA agent who dedicated her life to Mutant Study.
She's a short woman, with graying hair and blue eyes hid under thick glasses. It's hard to comprehend that she is the same age as the Professor.
"Good afternoon, Scott, Jean." She says as we walk into the lobby, a small room with a high ceiling, chairs surrounding a television and a front desk, sort of like a hospital waiting room. "I'll tell Charles that you're here. Of course, he probably already knows."
"So he's really alive, huh?" I ask. Scott nods and takes my hand in his.
When Moira comes back, the three of us go up in the elevator to the dormitories. She opens the door to the room, 38, and classical music flows out.
There, sitting at a desk, reading a thick-cover book, Is Charles Xavier. Yet another man I thought I killed.
AN: What y'all think? I couldn't stand leaving such an important character dead, so I enough him back. Comments are always welcome. Feedback, critism, praise, all of that is taken to heart. XOXO
