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Chapter 2

The morning had only just taken place upon Westchester. Glowing rays of the rising sun dazzled through the windows. The light slid across the floor of Xavier's office and across the furniture. The strips of light nestled between the shadows of the walls. Xavier was sat to one side of the room in his chair, wheeling over towards where a very dishevelled and tired looking man sat. Xavier passed the man a mug of warm coffee gently, "Here you are, Scott."

Scott gave a small noise of thanks, accepting the mug in his palms gratefully, placing his lightly shaking fingers upon the warm ceramic.

Xavier turned his chair gently so he was sat beside Scott, "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Scott."

Scott made a small sigh and pointedly looked away to avoid Charles's wise stare.

"Scott, I've noticed you walking around at the most earliest of hours, nightly.. it can't go on."

"Well, I'm sorry for waking you up." Scott muttered bitterly, sipping the coffee slowly.

Charles sighed, "You know how concerned I am Scott. For both you and Logan."

"Why Logan?"

"Have you not seen him? Sat in the Rec Room till the early hours with the company of whiskey."

Scott snorted softly, "I thought I could smell it.."

"But Scott, I know Logan can pull himself through this. He's a survivor of many things. This is new to you Scott."

"I don't need any help."

"Scott! You're getting a few hours sleep then sitting up through the darkest hours marking school work!"

"I was behind on work! O.k?"

"Every night? For three weeks?"

Scott looked down at his mug gently, repositioning it in his hand, "Yeah.." He said half-heartedly.

Charles sighed, "Scott, you can't teach your lessons like this.."

"I'm fine.."

"No you're not! Yesterday you called one of the students, Jean!"

Scott's head snapped up and he made way to speak, but no sound came out. His head hung again and he made a small shrug, "It was an accident.."

"I know it was.. But this sleep deprivation is affecting you terribly."

A small sip of coffee was all that Scott did next.

"Scott, if I could, I would use my telepathical abilities to temporarily remove the memories for a restful night's sleep." Charles sighed softly, a hand lightly running over his baldhead, "But there's something not quite right with me since Stryker's activities."

Scott's head now lifted slowly, hidden eyes fixing upon Charles concernedly, "Why? What's wrong Charles?"

"I just seem to have lost the full grip of my powers, the communication is very weak."

"Because of the .. of the.."

"The Neural Inhibitor.." Answered Charles softly at Scott's fade.

Scott nodded, "Well, you remember that."

"Yes, I can feel the psychic connections returning daily.. Eventually I should have my full power back to normal.. Now I can only just make a weak link to another's mind." Charles sighed quietly, "I think it is because the Neural Inhibitor stopped my powers from working for so long that the particles of energy began to break down and cut off the telepathic links I have with the world. But they are re-building." He added to Scott's apprehensive expression, "I shall be fine soon Scott."

"Alright Professor.." Muttered Scott softly, looking down.

"Now, you shall be going down to the lab where Storm is going to provide you with a herbal remedy to lull you to a dreamless sleep."

"Dreamless sleep?"

"Yes."

"Thank you.." Muttered Scott quietly, finishing the coffee, "It's just.. I find it hard to sleep.. with all the visions since.. since Jean's death."

The door then opened quietly, silent boots stepping in around the door. A grunt was sounded as a large frame of a man stepped into the room, rather tousled attire matched the thick mane of hair upon his head, sleekly in place however, but roughly styled.

"Logan." Charles said softly, a little tension in his tone as Logan flashed them both a heated glare.

"Everywhere I go there's some shit talkin' about Jean!" Logan growled, "I've had enough! I want my daylight hours free of it!!"

"Logan.." Repeated Charles, trying to calm the Wolverine.

Scott had rose to his feet as Logan entered, even though his eyes were hidden, there would definitely be an icy glare in them, one that matched his rigid stance and sharply held jaw.

Logan snapped his gaze between the pair, eyes enlighted fervently as he seeked out their disposition, "I'm goin' for a drive." Logan murmured in a rough and dull tone. He turned from the door, stalking down the corridor silently, stance in a prowl.

Charles sighed softly, his head lowering, "How long will you be, Logan?"

The figure in the corridor lingered. Charles now watched him calmly through the open doors. Logan looked round slightly, watching the floor but not sending his gaze to them, "I.. I don't know." He muttered, turning the corner to the exit.

The sound of an engine started.. before the vehicle roared off the driveway..

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