Chapter 10- The Meeting
"Hello. My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I run a school for mutants. What is your name?"
The small mutant looked at the Professor, his eyes still slightly glazed over from the drugs lingering in his system, fluttered rapidly as though trying to process the new information, his head lolling to rest against one of the handlebars of the wheelchair. The tiny body heaved with frustration, the shoulders sagging from some invisible weight.
"Let me go."
The words were spoken softly, nearly whispered into the room as the petite male shrank away from the room's occupants. The Professor smiled sadly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leant forward in his chair, elbows on his knees and fingers steepled, he watched the other mutant.
"You've caused quite the stir. I'm surprised someone hasn't made the connection already and started a witch hunt for you."
"I wanna go home."
"Where is home?" Asked the Professor, probing gently as the other mutant tried to turn further away from him and closer to Logan.
Emerald green eyes locked with the deep brown of the large feral, a strange sort of calm filled Logan as the diminutive boy continued to watch him. There were memories of that stare he could feel them flitting on the surface of his mind, of how they saw into Logan instead of through, of how everything else melted away when those eyes looked at him like that.
"Let me go." The mutant said, this time his eyes directed at Logan as though he had the power and intention to take him out of this place.
Logan shook his head, watching silently as the green orbs shifted away from him and looked at the wall, weakly reaching up to trace the shafts of light coming in from the partially open curtain, the slim fingers moving in swirls and waves. The Professor observed the two, his eyes trying to piece together the strange familiarity the pair shared.
"Have you met Logan before?"
The petite mutant continued with his tracings his eyelashes fluttering as the drugs surged through his system and he almost dropped off to sleep. Shaking his head to clear it, the male looked briefly at the larger feral behind him before turning to the Professor.
"Not in this life."
Xavier frowned, Scott stood next to him, slightly amused by the newcomer's antics of drugged riddles and refusal to answer. It reminded both men of Scott when had just been taken off the streets and they had kept him sedated after he had attacked one of the other children, when he attempted to find a way out.
"Are you aware of the trouble you've caused?" the Professor asked tiredly, passing his hand in front of his face in frustration as the apparently younger mutant remained silent. It frustrated him that the object of his long time obsession and reluctant affection was ignoring him in favor if the sunlight. But in a way it suited the image the Professor had of his obsession, that he would focus on everything but what was at hand. The mold the older man had created not entirely dismantled.
The small mutant looked at Xavier, his eyes piercing the other's coldly, a bitterness rising in his features, the coral lips curling above slightly elongated eye-teeth. "I did what I had to do. You can't judge me." He rasped, straightening his the wheelchair to his full seated height. The dim light of the room casting his features in shadow making them appear more aristocratic as he stared down the Professor with poison green eyes.
"You killed two kids, bub. You can't say that that doesn't entitle us to make some assumptions." Said Logan, smelling the pheromone building slightly in the air as response to the youth's agitation. He made a mental note to tell Jean about it later, before reaching forward and pressing a hand to the tender neck of the fragile form in the chair.
"They had it coming to them." Said the paramour, shrinking down into his seat again, away from the large feral's hand. Logan followed the teen, grabbing his neck tightly and lifting him up to sit higher in the chair.
"Did they deserve to die. Who named you their judge?" Snarled the wolverine, his pupils enlarging as he felt the blood of the small mutant race under his hand.
The boy seemed to fold in on himself then, his eyes closing as they watered with tears, he tried in vain to wrench himself away from Logan, crying out softly when he sensed the boy with the blue eyes stalk forward and push at the larger man's hand.
"Leave him alone!" said Bobby, somehow managing to lift the heavy hand away from the slender neck of the strange mutant, unable to watch the ongoing interrogation any longer.
"Mr. Drake, I think it's necessary that you leave. You are unable to see this situation objectively -"
"If you keep this up, what makes you any better than Magneto!" Said the irate teen, brushing his fingertips over the healing bruises left by Logan's grip on the small male.
"Bobby, you have to understand-" Coaxed Scott, trying to sooth the teen.
"No, you said this was supposed to be a place that people could find a place when they had none. You said that everyone here would never come to any harm. Did you lie?"
The Professor looked at his student, the earnest expression on his face as he stood between Logan and boy he gave his virginity to and something seemed to snap into focus. What had they been thinking? They had forcibly removed someone from their chosen environment, though with the intent of protecting both the mutant and its targets, but then they had proceeded to manhandle one of their own. They had only been trying to understand, but had ended up becoming like those they were fighting against. Charles sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair, his hands pressed into his eyes trying to stop the fatigue that had been plaguing him for the past few months from showing through.
The older man looked up at the one he had caused such pain and distress to and met glossy sea green eyes still wet with unshed tears. It had completely escaped the telepath that this whole situation may have been frightening or unwanted to the other mutant. That maybe he had never wanted to be found by others like him, to remain anonymous to the world, for wasn't that what the X-Men had been fighting for this whole time: to coexist with the world around them? But in this mad dash to progress they had forgotten about those that may have wanted to remove themselves from conflict, as Logan had once wanted.
"...I'm so...sorry. I...I shouldn't have...It's just that I've been observing your movements for years and I...No, there is no excuse for this. I apologize. It was sincerely not my intent to treat you in such a manner. I merely wanted to have the pleasure of meeting you and your apparent feeding frenzy proved to be the most opportune time...I don't know what else I can say to make this right." He said looking into those eyes he had longed to see for so many years, praying that the anguish he felt was conveyed.
The small mutant looked up at the Professor, his studying the slightly aged face before him seeming to ponder the weight of some decision before sighing heavily against his chair and toward Bobby. As he appeared to calm as he leant near the ice mutant, Logan noted the levels of pheromone decrease to minimal, lingering just on the surface of the mutant's skin. Green eyes looked up into deep brown before shifting toward the clear blue of his rescuer.
There was something odd about the effect the other mutant seemed to have on Bobby. Almost as if his mere presence could produce for a more aggressive, domineering attitude than what was currently present. Bobby wanted to ask the small creature if there was something wrong with him that made those feelings come to the forefront, or if it was just a side effect of the thrall, but now wasn't the proper time to ask those kinds of questions. Besides he still had Rogue to deal with, but still the teen looked down at his paramour, the strange feelings of protectiveness and anger he experienced during his confrontation with the Professor cooling before tucking themselves away to be examined later.
For whatever reason the short moment of eye contact seemed to satisfy some requirement of the strange mutant as he turned to face the Professor, a hint of frustration in the set of his mouth and the tightness of his eyes. He reached his hand out before in a near replication of Xavier's earlier actions.
"My name is Hayden James Potter, the pleasure is all mine."
Sorry I've neglecting this story it was not my intent but school and work have been taking up a lot of my time. Here's my apology chapter...sorry for making people wait so long.