AN: Here it is chapter 10, I've never had a chapter 10 before. Go read Wandering Souls as always and go read February Fifteenth by Ishandahalf if you haven't already.

This is a short filler chapter that, unfortunately, has no Remy or Rogue in it at all, they'll be back later but this is a Kathryn chapter, and Xavier I guess.

Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it ain't mine.

Chapter 10

Kathryn Anne MacTaggert had rarely thought about her family in the years she'd been away from Muir Island, of course she'd wondered how her baby brother was, whether her father forgave her for leaving, if her parents were still together. She'd never actually been prepared to meet them again, especially since she'd been hired to kill her brother before he destroyed the world. From the looks of her fathers little group of friends -- including her uncle Eric which surprised her since all the files said they were enemies -- though, he was here for the exact same reason she was.

For Moira MacTaggert this should have been a joyous occasion, her long lost daughter and her estranged husband had returned home, and from the looks of it she was also a grandmother, but she couldn't find it in her heart to forgive the two people who had inadvertently caused all this. She loved her daughter implicitly of course, but she didn't recognise this tall, beautiful woman stood before her. There was an air about her that the innocent little girl she'd raised had never had, this woman was tough, she was dangerous and, if she was reading those impossible eyes correctly, she'd done things she regretted. And now, she knew somehow, her daughter had come to kill her son.

Being a telepath Charles Xavier was a difficult person to surprise, oh it happened occasionally, usually when Logan or Rogue (or any other person with such strong mental shielding) entered a room from behind him, but he was speechless at this moment. His daughter, his beloved baby girl, was standing before him and in that instant his dream came back to him…

Without warning she seemed to melt through his fingers, a stream of liquid metal and the boy pulled away from him, moving to the opposite side of the room. When the girl reformed herself she was different, older. Gone was the happy laugh and pretty dress, instead there stood a cold, beautiful woman with blood staining her long fingered hands.

He turned away from her to see the boy had changed too, he was a wasted husk, a body that hadn't had the sense to die yet. The eyes though, the eyes were bright, alive and filled with malevolent intent. Both young adults ignored him, instead glaring at each other. The woman's hand shifted into a razor sharp knife as she advanced on the boy, her eyes still unreadable.

Xavier tried to move between them, fearing what was about to happen, but found himself frozen to the spot. He tried to call out to the woman, with both voice and telepathy, too no avail. For the first time in his life Charles Xavier was helpless.

Finally he found his voice, "NO!!" but it came too late, she had already plunged her hand/blade into her brother's chest…

And horror filled him. Somehow his dream had been almost a premonition of the future, and her thoughts, her memories, confirmed it. His oldest child, a professional assassin, was going to kill her younger brother. "Why?" he asked her slowly, sorrow creeping into his usually calm voice.

She adjusted the sleeping child in her arms, holding the bairn towards Moira, "Mum," she spoke to the woman ignoring her fathers question for a moment, "This is Rebecca, your granddaughter. D'you mind taking her while I speak ta dad?" she asked, the strong Scottish accent she'd been putting on fading to a faint burr that affected only a few words.

Moira nodded and reached out to take the small child, marvelling at how much the girl looked like her mother -- aside from the now open eyes which were a normal grey and the plain black curls framing her angelic face. Rebecca smiled up at her grandmother, someone she'd only heard the occasional story about, and giggled, "'Lo granny," she whispered in an unaccented voice.

While her daughter was occupied Kathryn turned back to her father, "Ye really wanna know why I've done what I have or why I'm gonna do what I will?" she asked, effectively confusing everyone who wasn't the worlds greatest telepath.

"I think it would be easier for you to explain the latter for now, perhaps you could come to my school once this is over to explain things properly?" Xavier couldn't help the pleading note that crept into his voice at the end of the sentence.

Kat nodded, "I'll think 'bout it. Now th' reason 'm going ta kill me brother, dad, is so he doesn't destroy the rest o' the world. That and it's my job."

Ok, because it's been near enough two months -- TWO!!! How the hell did that happen? -- I won't be answering reviews but love to everyone who reviewed and I'm sorry it took so long,

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