Yes, finally a new update; Basically,Kale talks with Xavier and makes some choices.

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A Home in an Old New World

Kale gently sipped the coffee in his hands, the fiery bittersweet liquid rolling down his throat was actually relaxing sensation for him; no milk, no sugar and it was beautiful.

Kale was fully dressed in new clothes that Scott and was sitting in front of Professor Xavier, the man that had saved him. Kale liked Xavier; despite his normal hatred towards telepaths and psychics, Kale found the older man to very kind heart and gentle.

After being teleported by Kurt to the infirmary, The Professor had come in, with the other two teen that had helped him. He found that the red head was called Jean Gray and the laser shooter was Scott Summers. They were pretty nice to him, considering he tried to escape; he particularly got a lot of compliments on how he took on the room by himself.

"I hope your feeling better after that little run with the Danger Room." The Professor said, his faint accent hinting he was English.

"Oh, that's what you call the Merry-Go-Round of Terror? Fitting." Kale said, earning a slight smile from the Professor. He suddenly became very serious. "Um sir, I appreciate the medical check up and the coffee, but just why am I here?"

"As I'm sure you remember, a grenade blasted you through your house." Kale nodded slowly, that wasn't fading from his mind too quickly. "I'm afraid to say it wasn't the only one."

Kale's face soon became one of bewilderment, which soon turned to worry; if the people that had blast him threw more, the house might not have withstood much more. As if he had read his mind the Professor continued grimly.

"I'm afraid the house was completely destroyed, even the basement. I had my people fly back over the week you were unconscious. They brought back some of your things, not much but they did find a few things."

"I was knocked out for a whole week?" A simple nod from the Professor's head confirmed it. "Man, no wonder I feel so knackered. Ah, cripes, where the bloody hell am I going to go now?" Kale rubbed his face with his free hand.

"You can stay here." Xavier said, almost offhandedly.

"What?" Kale asked softly; he was completely stunned that he was offering a place to stay.

"This is my Institute for Gifted Children; specifically this school for mutants. You can live here, take part in training sessions and attend a local high school is you wish. I merely want to offer you a place to stay."

Kale was dazed by his offer; he was talking about living a normal life again; hell, even going back to school sound like a dream. Kale took another sip of the coffee and setting it down on the Professor's desk, he rubbed his face with both hands.

"Professor Xavier, do you have any idea of who I am and what I've done?" Kale said softly, his voice filled with pain and experience.

"Kale Nority, the Irish Dragon; captain of the Hassassin Blade's top assassin squad, the Genesi Squad; trained for four years since the age of six by the mutant ninja Tattoo who took a very father like figure to you because he too had lost his parents at an early age." Xavier said as though he had rehearsed the phrase. "Need I continue?"

Kale felt his jaw swing loose as he stared the bald man in the chair, his red eyes bulging as he did so. It felt as though the air had dropped thirty degrees because Kale was soon coated in a cold sweat.

"Just how the hell do you know all this?" Kale asked thunderstruck.

"While you were unconscious for a week, I first read your mind to find out who you were. But you mind actually held onto mine and projected everything that had happened to you; it was if you wanted me to see what you had done.

"I won't lie to you Kale, When I saw what you did I was horrified; but then I saw how much it hurt you, killing you from the inside out. You hated the killing, the threatening, the torture and you couldn't take the betrayal either."

Kale sat there with his mouth hanging wide open, his breathes coming and going in ragged gasps. He ran his left hand down his mouth while he tried to pick the coffee cup, his hand shaking so violently that it slipped.

At it fell, Kale's tale rapidly appeared and caught it, not spilling a drop. Raising it back onto the table, Kale mumbled an apology. Xavier decided to continue speaking at this point, after seeing the dragon mutant's eyes start to burn with tears.

"When I saw you and your brother escape, I saw how both of you had the chance to leave without helping anyone; but you didn't. You both deliberately went back and freed those poor souls they were keeping.

"You two also showed a great deal of honor and respect for those that you were sent to kill. You didn't appear cold and hateful; you made it as easy for them when you were sent to kill them and I respect that about you."

Kale, shakily, put his hands together in front of his face and took several deep breaths, calling upon his bushido training to try and calm his thoughts

"I don't what to say, Professor Xavier." Kale said after a long silence. "I've always been shown hatred and fear, even when I used my powers for the greater good. And I'm still trying to deal with my brother's death-"

"He isn't dead." Xavier said flatly.

"What are you talking about? I watched him get blast off a cliff."

"Kale, Todd Nority Tolensky is very much alive." Xavier said sadly. "I should know; he's part of Magneto's group, The Brotherhood of Mutants."

Kale was torn between relief and anguish; relief because the brother he had been mourning was alive and anguish because a genocidal manic that experimented on mutants was leading his brother.

Kale felt the tears that he had been trying to hold back, trickle silently down his face; he then felt his body transform because of the fact that it made him feel better in this form.

"Thank you; for telling me, Xavier. It really means a lot to me." Kale sighted deeply and looked up and Xavier with small half smile. "So…you really wouldn't mind me staying here? I mean it might be a little dangerous…" Kale said, hopeful at staying at Xavier mansion.

Xavier felt his hopefulness and smiled at his projected happiness. "Kale, I have the legendary Wolverine staying here as a part of the family; how much more dangerous could it be?"

Kale let out a light hearted chuckle at that; he had heard of the Wolverine and how deadly he was, he wasn't really going to have any trouble fitting in.

"Why don't I show you around?" Xavier said wheeling himself out from behind his desk.
"That would be nice." Kale said, standing up and walking behind the professor's chair.

Kale followed the Professor along the upper corridor, commenting on the various paintings he saw. The Professor led him to a door and after leading Kale into the room, telling him the room was his.

"Are you serious? Aw man, Xavier this is great." Kale exclaimed walking around the room.

It was large and spacious single room with a bed and a nightstand next to it. A bureau and a closet were tucked against a wall with a mirror hung over it. Kale caught his reflection in the mirror and sniggered; his hair was past his shoulders in his draconic form.

Shuddering slightly, Kale reverted back to his human form and nodded; he had the sides of his head shaved down so his red and black spiked hair was more pronounced, just the way he like it. Something then hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Professor, you said my house was absolutely destroyed? What on earth am I going to wear?" Kale asked in incredulously, slumping down on the bed.

"Relax Kale, some of the other students went back with Logan to try and salvage as much as they could." Xavier said, with a gentle smile.

"Oh…well that's cool." Kale said, feeling kind of relieved and stupid.

Kale smiled goofily and stood up to follow Xavier out of his room. As they walked down the corridor, Xavier explained how he had wanted his school to a sanctuary for mutants but because of Magneto's continual threats towards humanity. Kale listened with interest, since he hadn't heard much in Bayville since he had isolated himself to Ireland.

They slowly made their downstairs, Kale easily lifting the Professor up and carrying him down the stairs; this caught the Professor slightly off guard and embarrassed him a little, but he kept it to himself. But it wasn't everyday a teenager lifted Charles Xavier and his wheelchair as though it was a paperweight and held it at chest height for two flights of stairs.

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-Lin