The following day, Scarlet found herself sitting indian style on the middle of the floor with tons of books surrounding her as she tried to figure out what exactly it was in those books that someone would even come after her for it. Whatever it was seemed to be pretty important since they had made such an effort to blow her up or get her shot. She placed her chin on the palm of her hand and blew air out of her lips in frustration. It was a little repetitous since she had read all of the books time and time again. She jerked at the sound of her door opening and saw Jamie peeking about her door, she had forgotten about there rendevous.
"Jamie! Hi! I take it you're ready?" she said enthusiastically, happy to get her mind off of what had been going on lately. "I'm sorry about Tabitha, I meant to ask her to join us but I've just had a lot on my mind since yesterday."
"That's all right, I was kinda hopin' you didn't ask her anyway. Let's keep it our little secret, k?" He requested of her. She nodded her head and then she positioned her arms as if preparing for a waltz. He shyly marched over to her and for the next fifteen minutes they giggled their way through their first session. She kindly reprimanded himw hen he stepped on her toes and applauded him when he successfully dipped her. But their practice was interrupted at another random knock and after her invitation, Charles came in with a slightly embarrassed look on his face as he noticed she had present company.
"Thanks Miss Danes, I'll see ya at dinner," Jamie squealed and waved at the professor before running out of the room, closing the door behind him. He bumped into Rahne who gave him a slight shove at the invasion of territory.
"Hey, what were ye goin', yer gonna step on me new sneakers," she said to him and then noticed his stare at Miss Danes doorway. She immediately grew curious and questioned his weird behavior. "What are ye lookin' at Jamie? Is there somethin' goin' on?"
"Thats what I was just asking myself...I think the professor likes Miss Danes..." he whispered to Rahne as if it were a big scret. Her eyes grew as round as green saucers and her cheeks pinkened at the thought of such an old couple falling in love.
"Do ye really think so? Ah mean, ah dinnae think that their bits an' pieces are still workin'."
"They're not that old guys," Jubilee said as she sat on top of a table in the hallway. "Anyway, who said that the prof and Miss Danes has something going on?"
"Jamie said," Rhane replied and gave Jamie a knowing stare. "Ye know, ah overheard Rogue tellin' Scott that teh professor took Miss Danes out ta dinner last night."
"No!" Jubilee shouted and got her mouth covered by a nervous Jamie who whined at the sight of bubblegum on the palm of his hand.
"So gross!" he squealed and sighed heavily at each girl. "Let's get outta here guys, if they catch us in the teachers hall they're gonna think we have nothing better to do and then Logan's gonna add an extra class."
"You're so right, let's bounce outta here," Jubilee said and walked away with her peers. "They do make a cute couple anyway."
Little did she kow that there was another group of persons who were just saying the same thing.
"I think its good for Charles to find someone to care for that cares for him in return," Ororo said as she drank an afternoon cup of black coffee, hoping that it would be all she needed for the next class. She would be teaching poetry and hearing another poem from Bobby about how he could frost a girl with ice or how Roberto made girls hot, while Jubilee gave another feminist speech was enough to exhaust just her mind.
"We all care for him Ororo," Hank said but Ororo shook her head.
"No Henry, there is a big difference between platonic love and the love between a man and a woman. I can see that their feelings for each other are far stronger then either one believes that it is."
"So whadya wanna do? Write it on a blimpie? They're gonna have to figure that junk out fer themselves. Our job is ta keep these kids intact, let 'em stick to the roast on their own," Logan said unapolagetically. Ororo's eyes could have bored to holes into his head but her shrugged and put his cup of coffee into the sink, figuring whoever's turn it was to wash the dishes would be happy to clean his, if not, then that would be too bad.
"You are so unromantic Logan. One day you will suffer the same fate and I hope I live to see the day," she said meanly and left the room, coffee at hand.
"So...when do you plan to tell her how you feel?" Hank asked Logan. His question was answered with a growl as he left the room; Hanks laughter echoing in the kitchen.
Meanwhile Xavier looked suspiciously at the final entry in the diary. He tried to run figures through his head, who could it have been that had murdered Audry. He hadn't told Scarlett of his relationship with her grandmother. He had met the wise woman when he had been a young man and in the few weeks he had spent on the farm near her home with extended family, he had learned much from her about faith and believing even though the world seemed dyer. He looked at Scarlett as she looked down at a random diary and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"What?" Scarlett said when she noticed his unwavering gaze, her cheeks pinkened as twiddled her thumbs.
"I...I was just noticing, how very beautiful you are," he said quietly, feeling embarrassed and unsure of himself. He felt a sense of well-being in the air and he knew that it was her emitting these emotions. He felt further encouraged to speak but was interrupted by a thought. "Scarlett, did your father ever speak to you about your grandmother?"
"Nope, never. I hadn't even known she was alive until I found her diaries," she said, still dwelling in his compliment. "My mom was the one who told me that she had died, she didn't tell me of what but she kind of just shut the door on her. All I know is that they never got much along."
"Because of her mutation," Xavier said aloud. She gave him a shocked look and touched her temple.
"How did you know that?" she asked, her brows furrowing slightly at the thought that maybe he had read her mind.
"I knew her as a child, we had met when I had vacationed in Alabama a long time ago with my family. I had kept a look out on her, knowing she would be the next big change but was soon approached with the news of her untimely death. Then when you ahd begun to appear in the headlines I saw a lot of your grandmothers enthusiasm in you. I didn't mean to offend by not revealing my knowledge of your ancestory but I felt you would tell me when the moment was appropriate."
"Well...you beat me to it," she said, her defenses slackening. She put her hand over his, not noticing the scars and looked deep into his yees. "I'm sorry for not telling you. Its just that my dad would kill me if he found out that I knew about it and worst if I said it to someone else."
Xavier forgot about mentioning to her that he suspected that her father was already out to get her with the touch of her hand. His gaze met hers and he placed his hand over hers before drawing her to him. It had been a very long while since he had felt such warmth and the moment seemed just perfect to express how he felt.
