What I Want, Chapter Ten.

First she cried.

It was inevitable that she would cry. She had had almost a week of pure Scott.

She knew now that she loved him totally.

But he wasn't hers, and he never would be.

So she cried.

Then she wondered what she should do.

She couldn't stay. Not after having seen what she had seen. She had to get out immediately, if not sooner. That phrase had never made sense to her before. But now it did.

So she packed her bags, and went and saw the professor. He was psychic, so he knew why she was doing it. She didn't lie.

"I have to go." She said simply, not saying anything else.

"Kitty." He said, but she shook her head.

"I've been accepted to Julliard." Something no one knew but her. She prepped in her room, she had lessons in the city, she had told everyone that she had psychiatrist appointments when she went to them.

And when she went to the audition, she told them she was having a spree weekend.

No one questioned it.

Or, at least, no one said anything.

"Kitty, I know." He said. "But you haven't finished High School yet."

"If you know that," her best kept secret. "Then you must know that I can't stay here right now to finish highschool." She paused, her plea in her eyes. "I'm leaving. At the end of the year, you can send me my diploma. You know I've done the work."

"Kitty." He said softly as she began to walk away. "I've got an apartment in New York.I want you to stay there." He paused. "You may not be a student here anymore, but I'm still responsible for you." He pulled a folder out of a drawer, and rolled around the desk to give it to her. "The directions to the building are in there, as are the keys to the apartment." He looked up at her. "I'll send you your things."

She smiled softly. Of course Xavier understood. He always did. "Thank you." She said.

He nodded, and as she began to walk away again, he said "There's also a credit card in there." She turned, paused. He had known this was coming. Of course he had, he had always known everything. "Use it on anything."

He knew she wouldn't; of course, she had too much pride.too much guilt. But it would always be there for her, and he knew she knew that.

"Thanks again." She said, her cool smile warming. She leaned down and brushed her cheek against his.

"Use the convertible." He said suddenly.

She gasped.

"The keys are on the third peg from the left, two down." He paused. "It's yours."

"It's too much." She said. "I'm leaving, I'm not coming back again."

But he knew she would, and that was the point. "It's yours." He insisted. "Everything I've given you is yours. Now, go." He said, a wry and knowing smile on his face.

"Thank you." She said, her affection for him blooming in her heart, as she walked out the door. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Charles said as the door closed.

But he knew it wasn't really goodbye. And nothing he had just done had been impulsive.

He would do anything to help two lost souls find each other. Especially because he loved them both.