Fred walked slowly toward Professor Xavier's office, everyone was
safe. Everyone was safe, everyone was safe. He was trying very hard to wrap
his mind around that, he had been so absolutely sure that the X-men were
going to come home in tatters, minus one or two members and most definitely
without Rogue and yet . . . everyone was safe.
Logan had left, off to seek his past, Fred had never really expected anything else.
Fred was sure he had at least five more gray hairs. He should really quit and find a normal school to work at. But he didn't even want to think about how boring life would be if he didn't spend most of it here.
There was the door to Xavier's office, he made sure everything was set to rights in his mind and took a couple of deep breaths. He respected this man a great deal and wanted to make sure he didn't waste a minute more of his time than was necessary.
Before he could knock Xavier's voice came through the door. "Come in."
Fred complied and stood neatly in front of Xavier's desk, hands clasped behind his back.
"I assume you are well aware of our current position?"
Fred nodded.
"Do you have anything you wish to say?"
Xavier did this every once in awhile, even if he didn't want to know something specific he would call Fred up and ask for his general opinion on things. Fred doubted that he ever really influenced him but it still made him feel helpful.
Fred sighed, he had everything to say. "I'm glad you're all right," he began and then was silent, how did you tell one of the most important people in the world that you thought he wasn't being careful enough. But of course now that he'd thought it Professor Xavier would know it.
Xavier smiled slightly. "I understand that you value the lives of all the students here. And I cannot tell you how much I appreciate that. Nonetheless I do--"
Fred shook his head rapidly. "I don't think there's anyone else in the world who could do what you do better, I just get frustrated sometimes when I think . . . " he trailed off, why was he questioning Professor Xavier? Why did he think he even had a right to suggest Xavier do things differently?
Xavier smiled and Fred was reminded yet again that he could hear everything he was thinking. Why was he even bothering to talk?
'We could not if you prefer.'
Fred jumped, okay that was most definitely weird. "I think I'd like to say what I mean. Which is basically just . . . be careful."
"I most certainly try. You know that if you ever wish to speak with me you can."
Fred nodded again.
"Very well then, my class begins soon . . ."
"Alright, I'll get back to work," Fred said taking the hint and quickly exiting the room, a couple hallways away he sighed and leaned up against the wall.
He had no idea why that was so hard for him. Professor Xavier obviously wanted his opinion. He shouldn't be so scared of giving it. Yet he was. He'd have to think about what he wanted to say a bit more before that happened again. Anyway it didn't matter now. Now everyone was back safe and sound, things had returned to as normal as they got around here. He hoped they would stay that way for awhile.
Logan had left, off to seek his past, Fred had never really expected anything else.
Fred was sure he had at least five more gray hairs. He should really quit and find a normal school to work at. But he didn't even want to think about how boring life would be if he didn't spend most of it here.
There was the door to Xavier's office, he made sure everything was set to rights in his mind and took a couple of deep breaths. He respected this man a great deal and wanted to make sure he didn't waste a minute more of his time than was necessary.
Before he could knock Xavier's voice came through the door. "Come in."
Fred complied and stood neatly in front of Xavier's desk, hands clasped behind his back.
"I assume you are well aware of our current position?"
Fred nodded.
"Do you have anything you wish to say?"
Xavier did this every once in awhile, even if he didn't want to know something specific he would call Fred up and ask for his general opinion on things. Fred doubted that he ever really influenced him but it still made him feel helpful.
Fred sighed, he had everything to say. "I'm glad you're all right," he began and then was silent, how did you tell one of the most important people in the world that you thought he wasn't being careful enough. But of course now that he'd thought it Professor Xavier would know it.
Xavier smiled slightly. "I understand that you value the lives of all the students here. And I cannot tell you how much I appreciate that. Nonetheless I do--"
Fred shook his head rapidly. "I don't think there's anyone else in the world who could do what you do better, I just get frustrated sometimes when I think . . . " he trailed off, why was he questioning Professor Xavier? Why did he think he even had a right to suggest Xavier do things differently?
Xavier smiled and Fred was reminded yet again that he could hear everything he was thinking. Why was he even bothering to talk?
'We could not if you prefer.'
Fred jumped, okay that was most definitely weird. "I think I'd like to say what I mean. Which is basically just . . . be careful."
"I most certainly try. You know that if you ever wish to speak with me you can."
Fred nodded again.
"Very well then, my class begins soon . . ."
"Alright, I'll get back to work," Fred said taking the hint and quickly exiting the room, a couple hallways away he sighed and leaned up against the wall.
He had no idea why that was so hard for him. Professor Xavier obviously wanted his opinion. He shouldn't be so scared of giving it. Yet he was. He'd have to think about what he wanted to say a bit more before that happened again. Anyway it didn't matter now. Now everyone was back safe and sound, things had returned to as normal as they got around here. He hoped they would stay that way for awhile.