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I just realized that I forgot this in the first chapter! Oh well, here it is!

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Bold = emphasis/shouting

River of Dreams

Chapter 2:  Telepathic authority figures + teenagers = Need for Jumbo Pack of Aspirin

*Xavier institute, two weeks after Chapter 1*

As the students went through their normal morning routines, involving everything from Ray's temper, to Cyclops's admonitions for him to 'calm down'; Professor Xavier sat in his office looking out over the Institute grounds, his fingers steepled, his face the blank mask he assumed when deep in thought.  Reaching an apparent decision, he turned to face the door, and left the office.  He reached out with his mind, and found that Amara was just preparing to leave the kitchen.  Rolling in that direction, he intercepted her on her way to the car dock.

"Ah… Amara, might I ask you to do something for me.  You know that friend of yours, Kyle?"

Amara blushed slightly, and then said, "Yes, Professor, why do you ask?"

"Well, I would like to speak with him face-to-face.  Would you mind inviting him to come over after school?"

Amara looked at him, her head tilted to the side slightly, her face accusing, but she kept her peace. "Sure Professor." She said, her voice betraying her anger slightly, as she stomped towards the Car Dock.

Once she had gone, the Professor rubbed his temples, and sighed.  Ms. Aquilla projects very loudly. And she obviously is angry about my request.

"I cannot blame the child for being angry, Charles."  Said Storm, as she seemed to glide up beside him. "Is it now going to be policy for you to check out every one of their friends?" She too sounded less than thrilled.

Again, Xavier sighed. "No, Storm, but something about this young man makes him seem slightly suspicious, and I would very much like to make sure that he might not be Mystique in disguise."

Storm simply nodded, but even as she turned away, he could feel her agitation about this, and he knew that this would not be the last he heard of it.

*Ride to School*

Amara was, to say the least, not pleased with the Professor.

"So what, is he going to start scanning all of our friends who aren't mutants?! Where does he get the impression that we need him to tell us who are and are not good friends??" Amara ranted, making her fury at the Professor very well known to those who were in the car.

Scott, even though it was his mentor getting insulted, couldn't find it in him to tell her to be quite.  Silently, he agreed with her, the Professor had no right to do this.

No right at all.

*Lunch*

As Kyle came over to join the Xavier students, he could feel the tension in the air.  As he sat down, the conversation halted suddenly.  However, Xavier's students had a lot to learn about the blind, as he had caught the gist of their conversation.

"I take it that this 'Professor' wants to speak with me about something?" Kyle asked, his face clearly stating; "You all have a lot to learn about blind people."

Amara nodded, then, remembering whom was talking, blushed, and said "Yes, and none of us are happy about it."

"He has no right to do this." Said Scott, not caring that this was his mentor.

Kyle raised his hand, making a slight chopping motion to silence them, and then spoke.  "Well then, if your Professor wishes to speak with me, he will speak with me. If one of you would assist me in calling my father to inform him, I will, hopefully, be able to accompany you to your Institute.  I have nothing to hide, and I will prove this to your Professor Xavier."  To himself, he thought, No matter the cost.

Jean heard the stray thought, and quickly coughed. "Why do you need help with the phone?"

Kyle smiled, "Weeeellllll… The numbers aren't exactly written in Braille you know."

The group laughed, and carried on with their conversation, the thought of the confrontation between Kyle and Xavier firmly out of their minds.

When lunch neared its end, Kurt went with Kyle to help him with the phone.  Kyle relaying the number for Kurt to dial, who then handed the phone to Kyle.  When his father came on the far end, Kyle began talking with him, as Kurt quickly left to give him some privacy, a bamf the only signal of his departure.

"Hey Dad." Said Kyle.

"No, Kyle, you can't have a raise in your allowance." Came Jacob Trevais voice over the receiver.

"No, that isn't it," Kyle responded, laughing, "A few friends of mine want me to come over after school, do you mind."

Jacob Trevais thought for a few seconds. "Sure, I don't mind you going, just don't do anything stupid."

Kyle smiled, "Thanks dad."  Then he hung up, just as Kurt, with incredible timing, appeared.

Kyle turned to Kurt, smiled, and then said, "So, do you guys think you could give me a ride?"

*Meanwhile at the Xavier Institute*

There was a very uncomfortable silence during lunch that day at the institute.  None of the instructors were happy about what Xavier was going to do, and their thoughts were making that abundantly clear.

I swear, if they continue with these… aggressive and insulting thoughts, I may just lose my temper. Thought Xavier.

*After school*

As the students came through the door to the mansion, they were unusually quiet.  This could more than likely be attributed to their anger with the Professor, which hit him as profoundly as a punch to the gut upon entering the room.  He shook it off quickly, and then spotted the only person in the group that was not familiar to him.

"Hello, You must be Kyle Trevais, I am Charles Xavier."

The young man turned to look at Xavier, his eyes focusing above him.  "It is an honor to meet the man who can handle the variety of…unique gifts that his boarders possess."

Xavier watched the young man, slightly shocked that he knew of his student's gifts.  "It is a challenge," he admitted once he regained his composure. "Please, follow me to my office."  Xavier then began to wheel away.

"Hold on a second Professor Xavier, I cannot see you if you remember."  Said Kyle, stopping Xavier in his tracks.  How could I forget? The students had mentioned that he was blind.

"Logan, would you please help Mr. Trevais find my office?"  Xavier said, as Wolverine walked up next to him.

"Let's go, Caney." Said Logan from his right side.  Kyle turned his head to him slightly, the only acknowledgement of his surprise.  He then allowed Logan to guide him to the office.

On the way there, Logan began assessing Kyle. He may be blind, but this kid probably could take ten men on his own.  He's probably very good too.  You can't fake confidence like that.

Once they were there, Logan walked over to Charles, "He ain't Mystique, Chuck.  But I'm telling you, he's probably more dangerous than most of the kid's in the institute."

Kyle chuckled at that remark. "Now really now, Mr. Logan.  Let us not exaggerate.  I'm good, but I'm not that good.  And I know that most of your student's mutations would allow them to give me a serious run for my money."

This caught Wolverine off-guard.  The kid knew about them! That he hadn't expected.

Xavier chuckled, "I am actually quite sure that it would be the other way around. However, I wished to talk to you…"

"My friends seemed rather outraged with you, something about, 'not trusting their judgment.'"

Wolverine smirked, Ororo owes me twenty, he thought, as he chuckled. "See Chuck, I told you the kids would be annoyed about that most."

The Professor shook his head.  He was going to need an Aspirin after this, or maybe twenty would be more appropriate.

When Kyle left Professor Xavier's office, thirty minutes later, the first thing he walked into was not open air as he had expected, but Kitty, who was too surprised to phase through him.

Kyle, not expecting to run into anything quite that soon, fell face forward.  Luckily, his reflexes kept him from falling on Kitty, who ended up sprawled between his extended arms.  Kyle took stock of the situation, and chuckled.

"Moving a little fast?" Kyle joked, as he pushed off with his arms, bringing himself into a semi-crouch.  He then offered Kitty a hand, helping her to her feet when she accepted.  Looking around the room, he spoke to the other Xavier students, whose gasps and suppressed laughs had given their presences away.

"Would someone mind taking me home, I don't quite know the way from here." Kyle asked.

Xavier rolled up behind him, "Scott, Jean, would you mind taking our friend home.  You may then have until 11:00 to return home."

Scott and Jean both blushed, as the rest laughed. Their quickly formed relationship being the subject of no small amount of teasing, especially from the older kids who had sensed the tension between them for a long time.  However, they agreed, and Kyle found himself in Scott's convertible, heading towards his home.

Or at least, that was the plan.  However, Scott, in a lapse of memory, had forgotten that he barely had any gas in his car, thus, Kyle and Scott were stuck walking the last block to Kyle's house, while Jean stayed to fill the tank of his car.

While heading through a small back-alley, Scott saw two men appear at the far end of the alley.  When he looked over his shoulder, he saw two more behind him

Scott reached over, tapped Kyle's arm, "We have company."

Kyle simply nodded, "How many?"

"Four, two behind, two in front."

Kyle again nodded, "I'll take care of the two in front, you think you can take care of the two behind us without drawing too much attention?"

"Yeah," Scott said simply, knowing that he could take all four of them out, but that would attract more attention then they wanted.

"Good." Said Kyle, as he stepped forward, towards the two in front.

The two smiled, and walked towards him, one of them cracking his knuckles, the other swinging a chain.

Kyle shook his head. Rookies, was his only thought, as his right palm came out quickly, his cane looped up around his elbow.  His palm caught the first one, the one cracking his knuckles, in the solar plexus, dropping him to his knees, gasping for breath.  Quickly following up, he brought his left foot across the side of his face, planting his head firmly in a pile of garbage bags.  Hearing a whistling noise, Kyle followed up on his spinning motion, bringing his cane up to block the chain of the second guy.  Following up on his block, Kyle brought his left foot around, kicking the guy in the back.  In doing so, he knocked him into a dumpster, knocking him out.

As Scott finished up his two, he heard a loud CLICK.  Turning, he saw the guy Kyle had knocked into the trash bags standing in the midst of them, a pistol pointed at Kyle's head.

Kyle too turned to the noise, and could only assume from Scott's muffled curse, that the man had a gun pointed at his head.  And, before Scott or Kyle could do anything…

BANG!!!!