By Princess Alexandria
Princess_alex24@hotmail.com
Christy rubbed her arm as they walked, exploring the pain that she couldn't just will away. It wasn't bleeding, and a quick inspection didn't show damage. Like her last stab wound it still ached for a while, but once they were at the car it was feeling better.
Mystique put her cell phone away from her ear and hung up while looking at Christy. "You alright?"
"I'm fine." Christy didn't bother to elaborate on that. "Well?"
"Shortpack thinks we have the right guys. From what he was able to find out they could be a match to the descriptions the victims gave. Now we just have to see if human justice actually does anything." Mystique sounded a bit bitter.
"Well if they don't, we could always come back." Christy said distractedly while trying to find her keys. They'd been in her pocket… Oh shit. And her clothes had disappeared. What happens to stuff when that happens? "Keys?" Christy looked over the car towards Mystique with wide eyes. "I can't find them." Were they still in the alley? They'd called the police already and it wouldn't take long for them to get to those men.
"Relax." Mystique walked around to Christy's side of the car. "They weren't on the ground. I checked for anything you might have forgotten. You still have them."
"No I don't." Christy pulled her pockets inside out to illustrate that she had nothing. No wallet, no keys.
"Yes you do." Mystique moved closer and started to caress Christy's outer thigh, but it was more of a frisking than anything sexual and that was why Christy didn't protest. The mission was over, so the familiar touching should stop. Mystique pressed hard on a rare bruise from when Christy was being bounced around that alley. "Found it. Open up."
"What?" Christy stared at Mystique, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
"It's inside you. You created an internal pouch to take the place of your pockets when you shifted." Christy's eyebrows drew together and she glanced around the poorly lit parking lot, before moving to run her hand over the spot Mystique claimed held her keys. "I sometimes create pouches for guns or other necessities. Even if you get captured no one thinks to look under your skin."
Christy was a little surprised at that one. She'd seen Mystique do things that Christy never expected would be part of shapeshifting, and Mystique had told stories about really strange uses of her powers. Shapeshifting was far more than taking other people's forms. "How do I get them out?" Christy decided to be practical about this. She had keys sitting in her leg and she needed those. She considered cutting them out. It wouldn't be pleasant but it would get the job done. She'd like to leave before the police started looking around for witnesses.
Mystique massaged the slightly sore spot. "You can feel where they are. Make a pocket around it." Christy felt the firm line Mystique drew on Christy's flesh with her finger. "An opening right here."
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Mystique really had to work on patience as Christy tried several times to do what she was told. It was hard and now wasn't really when Mystique wanted to cover this lesson.
Christy ended up nearly naked from the waist down, clothing her modesty in a sexy pair of black panty's, while she focused on making a pocket in something that looked like her skin instead of pants. Mystique figured it might be easier and was surprised that Christy didn't fight her on it. The woman could be rather practical at times. Christy didn't complain about the order, instead Christy just had Mystique keeping watch so that people didn't walk into this. Christy had managed to create the pocket a few times, but every time Christy reached to try and put her hand in it the woman closed it up before she could. She wasn't able to accept the idea of putting her hand in her leg very well.
When the pocket finally did appear again Mystique slid a graceful hand into it to try and avoid Christy closing it up again once Christy felt flesh and not cloth. Mystique's hand moved quickly and pulled out the keys and went back in for a wallet. A slightly evil smirk crossed her lips as she leaned closer to Christy. "I'm inside of you. You aren't as tight and wet as I thought you'd be." She laughed as she barely managed to get her hand out of the pocket before it closed up again.
Christy spoke quietly while also blushing. "You drive."
Mystique couldn't resist taking teasing a bit further after she got into the car. "Christy, I have a pocket that needs exploring. Could you help me with that?" She spread her legs as far apart as she could in the driver's seat and gave Christy an expectant and faked innocent look.
The smile growing on Christy's face at the teasing was a relief. For a moment Mystique wondered if the woman was going to be prudish. "Really a pocket that large should just drop out whatever you think it's holding." Christy's smirk grew at the teasing insult she was delivering. "I doubt anything's a tight fit."
"Oh, cold." Mystique chuckled as she started the car. "So very cold."
"You most likely are." Christy spoke quickly with a matter of fact voice that made Mystique replay the words in her mind before confirming what she'd heard.
"You should really test the merchandise before making judgments like that." Mystique licked her lips seductively. "I can assure you I'm very hot and wet."
"Well, an old woman like you really should change her diaper more often." Christy started chuckling at Mystique's shocked doubletake. Since they were waiting for the light Mystique just continued to stare, waiting for the apology that had better come after that comment, teasing or not. Christy's evil smirk faded a bit and Mystique watched the shy smile that replaced it. "Sorry. You know you're sexy."
"Damn right I do." Mystique nodded emphatically before turning onto the freeway. "And as my bitch you better tell me that a bit more sincerely or I'll tie you up outside by that chain of yours when we get home."
"You are the sexiest Smurf to ever walk this earth." Christy declared it with conviction and Mystique just shook her head. Shortpack really needed to cut out the smurf comments, they were starting to spread.
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Mystique went quiet for a moment and Christy took the opportunity to try and focus enough to change into her normal clothes. It was night and the roads weren't busy, so it wasn't like someone would see her do it. It didn't take long for her to become comfortably dressed in looser jeans and a tshirt. Chains and all vanished.
"You do know that was rather pathetic don't you?" Mystique spoke a bit more businesslike and Christy just sighed. Her fighting skills would take a while to develop, and they both expected that. Her losing her clothes in the middle of the battle was also to be expected considering how long they'd been training. Christy was new to all of this. Her newness wasn't going to get her any breaks in a fight though and that was what this was about. "When we move in on the F.O.H. you have to stay near me. That won't be negotiable."
"Okay." Christy turned to stare out the side window, fully aware of the feel of eyes on her. Ego would get people killed and Christy had to accept that here in this world she was a small fish in a big pond. She hadn't expected it to bother her, but it did a little.
The sparse conversation on the way home consisted of critique's of Christy's fighting style, or lack of it as the case may be. It also covered a fair bit of material about the fact that Mystique was going to start checking out the men they were after once the weekend was over. They weren't ready, but they were moving in anyhow. Waiting for Christy to be prepared was insanity. It would take months. Christy did appreciate that Mystique made sure to tell her that it wasn't as if Christy weren't a good student, but shapeshifting was a difficult power to master and fighting skills took time as well.
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Emma wasn't thrilled with the early Sunday morning workouts. Really she preferred being able to lounge in bed at least one day a week. Instead she was up early in a team Danger Room session and now had to sit through the debriefing, all because Scott didn't want to spend a full day alone with his wife, who he claimed to still love so very much. She sighed in irritation and stared at Scott. "Really, would it be so hard to schedule this a little later in the day?" She complained but no one paid any attention to her. She'd been having a good dream for a change and had to abandon it for this. If… No, when she had a lover she wasn't going to put up with this. She was going to be able to enjoy her weekends and if Scott wanted them to train as a team he could change it to a decent time, or better yet not on the weekend at all.
Jean finally came in and sat down, so everyone was present and accounted for. The redhead smiled at her and Emma just sighed. "Have you heard from Christy lately?" It was like the woman was eager to hear any gossip on this budding relationship.
"Yes." Emma answered coolly while waiting for Scott to pull up the footage from their session.
"So does it look like she's going to get away with murder?" Scott asked in a fake conversational tone while moving to sit down. Emma's eyes narrowed at him.
"Yes, it does." She didn't let him escalate this into an argument. He ran hot and cold about Christy. Some days he'd seem to understand or at least he was able to fake it better, and then there were days like today. "The police seem to have no leads." Her eyes glanced at the screen that was still black, her voice deceptively calm. "Let's get this meeting over with. I have a bathtub calling my name."
"How is she doing living alone?" Jean sounded just a little concerned.
"She isn't alone." Emma merely glanced at the redhead. "Charles arranged for her to have a tutor. She's learning about her powers and has even less free time than she did before." The meeting started before anyone could ask who that tutor was. That might have been a good thing, since Emma was tempted to tell them. She still wasn't happy with Charles sending Mystique to train Christy, or that whole situation.
By the time the meeting was over and Emma had a chance to take a bath it was still late morning. She moved to lay on her couch and made a call.
Christy's voice was rather groggy. "Hello?"
"I didn't mean to wake you." Emma glanced at the clock again.
"No, it's okay." Emma could hear the smile in Christy's voice as the woman struggled to sound more awake. "I would have called you when I got home, but it was a bit late." Emma grimaced a little at the reminder that Christy had been up late on a mission.
"How did it go?"
"I'm lousy at hand to hand and my powers are hard to control when I'm getting beaten." Christy sounded a bit irritated at the fact. "Then I lost my keys. Just not a stellar performance. If the F.O.H. weren't killing people I'd never send me on a mission, but I can't afford to wait."
"Well, this is all new to you." Emma would have liked more details, but it could wait until they didn't have to rely on the phones. "When you move here I can help you with training." Hearing how Christy was doing Emma was actually grateful that Mystique was there for a moment. Regardless of Mystique's flaws, the woman was good at what she did and if her job included keeping Christy safe Christy was much better off than if she'd done this alone.
"Yet another woman willing to toss me into walls. How'd I get so lucky?" Christy's teasing brought a small smile to Emma's lips.
"I'll do better than that." Emma's voice purred. "I'll toss you into the danger room walls. They're nice and thick."
"Aw, gee… thanks Emma."
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Annie wasn't thrilled with the movie playing in the movie room, but the others seemed to like it. "I'm just gonna go." She leaned forward and whispered to Erik. He nodded that he heard her, but didn't want to take his eyes away from the Alien movie.
The weather wasn't bad and Annie wandered the grounds for a little while. Some of the students liked to play catch or walk around, so it was hardly deserted. Annie moved to sit on the edge of the water fountain and watch the others play for a bit. She didn't feel like playing herself.
"Well, if it isn't the lady it green." Quentin's voice made Annie tense up a little. If she didn't turn to look at him would he just go away? Nothing else had worked, so Annie decided to try that. "I was wondering if you could help me with something. I heard that…"
"Annie, we were looking for you." Five voices spoke as one and interrupted Quentin. Annie turned to see Sophie and her sisters marching towards her and Quentin. "Hello Quentin." They spoke as one again and Annie noticed the uncomfortable look in Quentin's face.
"Hello Sophie, ladies." His eyes stayed on Sophie a bit longer. Now that the Stepford Cuckoos had different colored bangs people could tell who they were talking to.
"We wanted to speak with Annie." Sophie spoke alone while staring him down. Quentin finally left. Annie wished she had the power to make him do that.
It didn't take long after that for Sophie to sit down next to her and for her sisters to move to take a seat in the general area as well. "Annie, you could go to Ms Frost and she'd make sure that Quentin didn't bother you again." Sophie's glare moved to follow the boy. "He may be the Professor's favorite, but he would punish him for the way Quentin teases you."
Annie just sighed and glanced at Quentin and his friends standing under a tree. If she reported him it would only get worse and she knew it. She was hoping he'd just get tired of this. She also didn't want to go to Ms. Frost for help. Annie watched Sophie just shake her head at Annie's silence. They'd had this conversation before.
"Ms Frost lent us the keys to the van." Sophie's voice was less serious. "We didn't want to watch the Aliens marathon and thought we'd go see something else. Want to come with us?"
"She lent you the keys?" Annie hadn't known that they could drive and Annie thought that they were supposed to have a teacher with them if they left campus. Apparently not.
"She was on the phone at the time." Sophie glanced out at the boys playing Frisbee. "So, we were thinking of leaving soon." Apparently Ms. Frost could change the rules if she wanted to.
"Sure." Annie moved to stand up. "I just need to get ready."
"Don't take too long." Esme's voice was always just a hint rude. "We want to leave in twenty minutes."
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Sophie let Esme drive, even though her sister wasn't the best one for that. Esme's patience wore thin quickly and they darted around a few cars on the way to the mall. The plan was to watch a movie and then shop a little.
Phoebe sat in the passenger seat and turned around to look at Annie. "I was wondering…" Phoebe seemed to hesitate. "Well, what I mean to say is…" Sophie sent a small mental push of encouragement to her sister, knowing that Phoebe was just a bit shy. "Well, Ms. Frost said we have to work in pairs on the next paper and…" Sophie glanced away, a bit irritated at this. She'd planned to ask Annie. Since there were five of them whenever they were supposed to pair up there were problems. If it weren't Phoebe asking Sophie would have sent a request for her sister to not do it, but Phoebe talked with people outside of their family less than any of the others. It was unusual that she made the effort to do it now.
"Sure." Annie sounded surprised. Sophie was glad she said yes and smiled at her. It wasn't like she could have asked after Phoebe had. It would have hurt Phoebe's feelings if Annie turned Phoebe down and then was paired up with Sophie. "We could work together on it."
"Good." Phoebe's smile made Sophie feel a little guilty about her first reaction.
The car swerved a bit too harshly into the parking lot and Sophie turned to glare at Esme. Esme's attitude wasn't appreciated. So Phoebe didn't want to be paired with her again, who could blame their sister? Esme made Phoebe do all the typing last time because Esme didn't want to waste her time.
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"You couldn't get me a sports car?" Mystique stared out at the driveway and the pickup truck. She knew it was probably more in character for the man she'd have to pretend to be, but it was pretty ugly.
"Sorry, the James Bond mobile was sold out." Shortpack didn't even glance up at her. He was busy creating another fake identity for her. Mystique knew how to do that for herself, but she let him deal with it. She leaned back on the couch and relaxed, because tomorrow she was going to start learning more about the bastards she came here to put away.
"What did you think of Christy's mom?" Mystique called back to her partner without turning around. Christy had gone to have lunch with the woman and Mystique could have sworn Christy would have preferred a root canal to the visit from the way she was acting. Mystique just didn't get it. For a flatscan that woman was pretty nice, so what was Christy's problem.
"Yeah." Shortpack sounded like he was considering it as well. "I liked Kathleen. I don't know what Christy's problem is. Her mom's pretty cool." Well, it looks like Mystique wasn't the only one to notice how reluctant Christy was to leave.
Mystique got up and stretched. The movie wasn't that interesting. "Well, I'm gonna go play on Christy's computer." She turned to grin at Shortpack, who finally was looking up from his own computer. "Maybe I can have a little cybersex since the pickings around here are so slim." The boy blushed. Mission accomplished.
When she got down to the computer, instead of browsing the internet she pulled up the files and started to look for anything interesting. She went through the files methodically, as if she were on a mission. The more recent files made her sigh in frustration. It sure looked like Christy didn't understand the concept of fun. The series of reports on sexuality, mutant history, and even mutant sexuality seemed rather dry reading and Mystique just skimmed them.
She was almost ready to believe Christy didn't use her computer for anything but work, but the folder she found next was hidden outside of the My documents showed her something new. "Lesbian Romance novelist." Mystique chuckled as she started to read the novel Christy must have given up writing. It wasn't bad, and it was great teasing material. Before starting to read chapter two she went back to look at the date when Christy wrote on this last. It was last summer early July. The day before Genosha was attacked. It wasn't a date any mutant was likely to forget anytime soon.
With that depressing thought she went back to reading, eager to find out more about the woman she was staying with. This wouldn't get her the classified information Christy was hiding, but it was something potentially embarrassing and that would do for now.
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Christy felt like her mother was in mourning. The woman seemed sluggish, her eyes a bit haunted as she asked the same old question again. "New York?" How would this woman respond to the news that her real daughter had moved away a long time ago? Christy tortured herself the thought of telling her that and seeing the pain in those eyes multiplied before they turned to hate as they stared at this Christy. "What if the kids don't want to stay there? Then you will have quit your job for nothing."
Really, it was better this way. It would be hard on this mother, but she could go on believing that her daughter was alive and well. "The kids can do whatever they want. I don't expect them all to stay. This is something I need to do for me." It was hard to explain how important this was to her. To anyone else it would seem like she'd just met the people from that school.
"This is just like when you quit your job at the shoe store." Her mother started and Christy struggled to not show her confusion. She'd never worked at a shoe store. "You thought you'd like the bakery better, but once you started there you hated the hours so much you quit within two weeks." Kathleen's voice dropped a bit, "You like the job you have. What will you do if you can't get it back? What about the house?"
"I'll keep the house." Christy sighed. "I'm not gonna regret this. I know what I'm getting into. This job is perfect for me."
"You said that about the one you have."
"This is perfect for this me. The one I am today." Christy could hear her own frustration. "It's time for me to move on. To do something more than teach a bunch of teenagers to surf the internet. I can make a real difference. I need to do this." I need to get away from this place, Christy thought to herself but had the wisdom not to say it. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. "I have friends there so even if all the kids left I wouldn't be alone."
They managed to move to more pleasant topics, but Christy could feel that one hanging over them the entire time. This woman was mourning her move and it felt like death was in the air. How could she be this upset over a move? Christy glanced out the window. It's because this version of her mother didn't know what real loss was. To her this was a disaster. God, to be that innocent again. Of course her mother had never been overly strong, because if she had been Christy wouldn't have found her dead on the bed after she'd overdosed on painkillers. A stronger woman would have been able to do more than leave a paragraph of apology as a suicide letter that claimed that now the food would last longer and it would be easier for Christy to survive. Easier.
"Christy?" Her mother's voice sounded a little concerned. That's when Christy realized that she had tears in her own eyes.
"I'm fine." She gave this mother a weak smile and wiped at her eyes while thinking of an excuse. "It's gonna be hard to leave, but in the long run this is what I need to do. I think I'll be happier." This is why she hated visiting. The line between her lies and the truth always seemed to fade here with mom.
"Okay." Kathleen spoke softly. "You try this. Just because I never did the traveling I wanted to doesn't mean you can't." Christy gritted her teeth at that. "I know you've always wanted to see more of the world. And it isn't like you can't come home if you want to."
"Yeah." Christy's voice cracked just a little.
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Mystique heard the car drive up and glanced out the window. She'd read the entire start of a novel and had plenty of ammunition to tease, but her slight grin faded when she saw Christy walking towards the front door. Christy walked slowly, her head down. It just screamed that something was wrong.
"Hey." Christy's voice didn't go with the woman Mystique saw walk up to the door. It sounded less depressed. Christy's movements up the stairs and the easy smile also didn't fit. Mystique just nodded hello and watched the woman head for the kitchen. Maybe Christy was already a decent actress.
"How was your visit with your mom?" Mystique called from the couch.
"Fine." It even sounded true. Not bad. Mystique sighed as she rolled onto her side to watch the movie. She wished she knew what was really going on in Christy's head.
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"Look at him." Sophie glanced over Annie's shoulder and Annie had to turn around in her chair to see what Sophie was looking at. Quentin had on the ugliest stripped black and red vest and his friends around him wore one too. His hair was partly shaved and he walked like he wanted a fight. Annie was just grateful he wasn't walking their way. "He is so creepy." Sophie finished and her sisters nodded their agreement.
Quentin jumped onto a table, gaining more attention that he'd had before and upsetting some younger students breakfast. "Magneto was right!" He yelled out. "Humans will continue to kill us until we fight back. Have we learned nothing from Genosha! Or the constant killing that bastards like the F.O.H. do to our kind?" Annie's eyes moved from the table she was looking at to see Jessi and her team. The fact that Quentin had glanced that way kind of made it clear he knew about Jessi's dadJessi just stood up and turned around to leave, taking her tray with her. Jon followed her and Annie almost got up to follow as well but Sophie grabbed her arm.
"Let him." Sophie whispered to her. "He needs to be there for her." Annie turned to look into her friends blue eyes and could tell Sophie knew it, didn't just suspect it. She must have read Jon's mind. Erik told them there were rules the telepaths were supposed to follow here, but it didn't seem any of them did.
"Mr. Quire, that is enough." One of the teachers came into the room and marched over to him. "Students finish your breakfast and get to class."
"So you seek to silence any beliefs you don't support? Is this a school or a breeding ground for weak willed mutants willing to let humans slaughter them rather than fight back?!" Annie's eyes widened at his stupidity. He was yelling at a teacher. Even with everything that Ms. Frost did to her Annie wouldn't ever have the nerve to yell at her.
"You still want to be my partner?" Phoebe asked quietly as they started to walk to English class. "Because we need to tell Ms. Frost and get our topic approved if you do."
"Sure." Annie pushed thoughts of that idiot out of her mind and started to talk about the ideas she had for their paper to see what Phoebe thought.
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Mystique watched Christy go through the task of making breakfast before Christy left for work. "Could you not burn my toast?" Mystique finally spoke when she noticed the toast hadn't popped up yet. Mystique had to start her mission today and get closer to the men in charge of the local F.O.H.
"What?" Christy glanced over at the toaster and Mystique could tell the woman was tired. It took her a few seconds too long to find the problem and adjust the setting on the toaster.
"Didn't you sleep at all?" Mystique watched Christy glance away. Obviously she hadn't. She looked a bit haunted. Mystique's voice got softer as she stood up. "Maybe you could call in sick and take a nap."
"No, I'm fine." Christy's smile was weak, fake. Mystique couldn't force her to talk, but she sure wished that she could. They'd done nothing unusual yesterday. Nothing they did or talked about was worth a sleepless night.
Mystique stepped into the kitchen and put a hand on Christy's shoulder while staring into her eyes. "What is it?" She'd at least try to find out.
"Just nightmares. Nothing big." Christy wasn't looking into Mystique's eyes when she said that. Christy's skittishness about Mystique's eyes had faded, not that Christy ever said the yellow eyes bothered her, but Mystique was used to people reacting that way to her eyes. So Christy's inability to look in them now said she was lying poorly. The woman was too tired to do it well.
"If you're tired do you think you can keep up the form?" It wouldn't do for Christy to be exposed as a mutant at her job, as well as exposed. Mystique was torn. She should force Christy to maintain her form, but seeing the tired look in Christy's eyes Mystique wasn't sure she could condemn Christy to that if it meant she'd fail.
"I… I'll be fine." It didn't sound overly confident.
Mystique was getting soft. She just shook her head in disgust with herself. Christy was supposed to be learning how to do Mystique's job, and Mystique had to do far worse than hold it together when she was tired. She'd almost offered to unlock the clothes she'd stolen from Christy. They didn't have time for her to coddle Christy like that. "Good." Was all she said as she stepped back. Christy was going to have to do it on her own. "I'm not sure what time I'll be back. It depends on my luck." She started to talk about her role in this mission and dismissed the exhaustion in Christy's eyes, even though she wanted to know why that teacher's eyes were haunted.
"When should I worry?" Christy asked softly and Mystique turned to look at the woman again. It looked like Christy actually would worry about her. That was new. Aside from Shortpack it had been a long time since anyone cared more about Mystique than the mission.
"I won't be doing any hard stuff today. No need to worry." Mystique gave Christy a small smile. "If you start having trouble with your form, come home and go to bed." She gave in just a little. "Oh, and if you want you can sneak into my bed tonight." A slightly evil grin on Mystique's lips as she added, "I'll get you so exhausted you'll have no trouble falling asleep."
"You'd probably bore me so badly I'd fall asleep during." Mystique just shook her head at Christy's teasing. The woman was trying awfully hard to believe Mystique wouldn't be a decent lover. Mystique would love to clarify that fact for her. Christy's face became more serious. "But really, if you need backup call me. I don't care what I have to drop. These men are killers and they…"
"I know. I was at the same briefing." Mystique smiled at Christy thinking this was a big dangerous mission. The woman would probably have a fit if she found out about some of the other missions Charles sent her on alone. The type that people wouldn't even be able to identify her body if she screwed up.
"I don't want you getting hurt because I'm at school instead of watching your back." Christy's voice was softer a touch pleading. Boy, Christy gets a bit more emotional when she's tired. It sounded like she really cared.
Mystique reached out and caressed Christy's hair. She was used to touching this woman and didn't think twice about it now. "This isn't dangerous. I'll tell you if it ever becomes that."
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Professor Xavier walked into their English class and Erik sensed the unease of the students. Apparently this wasn't something he did often. "Ah, Charles… I've been waiting for you." Ms. Frost spoke to him and Erik watched the other students glance around wondering who was in trouble. He didn't look too happy.
"That's an interesting outfit Quentin." He stared at the boy that was stupid enough to claim humans were better off dead during breakfast. Clearly he wasn't happy with the clothes either. Sure they looked stupid, but it looked like more than that was going on.
"I'm expressing my personal beliefs. We are allowed to do that aren't we?" Quentin was ready to rant again.
"We can talk about that later." Professor Xavier moved to stand beside Ms. Frost's desk. "I have something a bit more important to talk about today."
"The Professor wants to know if any of you have been on the Puff." Ms. Frost held up what looked like an asthma inhaler.
"Drugs are never acceptable on school grounds." The Professor started. "And drugs like this, Kick, are neuro-toxic. This could damage your X-genes irreparable. Forever altering your ability to use the gifts you were born with." He took the inhaler from Ms. Frost. "Think before you use something like this."
The ensuing talk about drugs sounded familiar from his Health classes in High School, but he'd never heard of a drug for Mutants only. What kind of idiot would risk losing control of their powers when they were all here to try and get that control?
Not so surprisingly no one admitted that the inhaler was theirs, even though it was found on school grounds. The Professor probably wouldn't be getting any confessions. Why didn't he just use his telepathy to find out who did it? Surely this was more important than his rule.
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"Charles. This drug is too dangerous." Emma spoke as soon as the door to his office closed behind them. "We can't risk any of the children being exposed to this, or the problem spreading."
"I know it's serious Emma, but I can't just violate the rules that I set out. What does that teach the children?" Charles seemed so self- righteous at that moment.
"We have a responsibility to do everything we can to prevent this from escalating."
"And we will. I've talked with every classroom. Every student. It's the best we can do."
"It isn't and you know it." Emma crossed her arms and glared at him.
"It is my policy and you'll respect it. I don't want you doing school wide scans either." He ordered her in a cold voice.
"Fine. But I won't be calling their parents when they die. This one is all on you Charles." She turned and left, slamming the door behind her hard enough to echo in the hallway. He broke his own rules with Christy and Mystique and he wasn't willing to break them for this.
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