A/N: I know its been awhile. But I finished the chapter. It's short, but at least its something.
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Chapter 31
Tristian formed in front of the large oak door, staring at it cautiously. He looked around the corridor and found it empty, not so much as a mouse stirred so it wasn't a setup of any kind, he'd sense if a mutant was around. But there was one, behind that door, waiting for him to enter. He knew Tristian was there. He had to know.
Another mental calling confirmed his suspicion and Tristian let out a deep breath, turning the knob and stepping inside.
"Close the door behind you," Xavier instructed from behind his desk.
Tristian did so and stood in front of his desk.
"Have a seat," he gestured at one of the chairs.
Tristian did so slowly, settling in a red cushioned chair that was quite comfortable, but he was too tense to relax, remembering what happened last time they met. He ended in a room that wasn't comfortable and stayed there for hours. What Xavier wanted with him now, Tristian had no idea, but it had to do with last night and Bobby. Xavier had to know what had happened and now wanted answers to questions that were pressing. The ones everyone wanted but were too frightened to ask.
"You can relax, Tristian. You're not in any kind of trouble," Xavier told him.
"I know that," Tristian said, folding his arms over his chest. "I know exactly why I'm here."
"Go on."
"You have some things you want to question me about. You know what I did yesterday to Bobby, you know how I did in the Danger Session, you know I can become shadow, you want to know how."
"Very good, all that without reading my mind," he said with a smile, clicking a pen.
"You don't need to be a mind reader to know these things. It's common sense," Tristian spoke sternly.
With a sigh Tristian sat forward. "Look, I'll give you as many answers as I can. It's the least I can do for you letting me stay here. First off, I don't know how I'm able to heal people. It's just a gift of mine, I've always been able to do it. It comes naturally just like mind reading is natural to you. I can just find the source of injury and nit it back together like nothing ever happened. The same with shadows, I can just blend into them, become part of them. I have a feel for the dark and I use it. The same with the Danger Room Session, power comes naturally, it's in my blood. Don't ask how I can do it because I don't even know. I just can. The same with the fire ability."
"Is that why your code name is Shadow Fire?"
Tristian nodded, "Yeah, it's who I am, what I do. Now I answered all your questions, I'm going back to my room," he stood out of the chair, heading towards the door when Xavier's voice stopped him.
"What of this encounter at the mall? Between those two girls," Xavier asked. "How do they connect with you, Tristian? I know that you've told Jean, but she keeps secrets, she's very good at that and I'm not one to look into her mind."
Tristian didn't turn around but spoke clearly, his voice carrying an edge to it. "Some questions are better left unanswered because sometimes the answer is more dangerous than the question."
Xavier nodded, "Very well, I understand that some things are better left unspoken, some secrets better left kept." Xavier leaned forward. "But some secrets should be revealed in order to do any good because keeping some could be more deadly then not."
Tristian turned his head, looking over his shoulder. "It's none of your concern."
"Is it?" Xavier leaned back in the chair. "I don't want to see any of my students hurt, Tristian. But I'm not going to push you for answers. I just wish you would tell me a bit more." He paused before continuing. "About your fiancé…about your other codename…Death."
Tristian felt his anger rise and spared letting a small wave of power loose on the professor, just enough to make him gasp with the feel of what he could do, warning him of dangerous territory. "That. Is. None. Of. Your. Concern." He spoke each word carefully. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going. Good day professor." He slipped into shadow leaving Xavier there to recollect his thoughts while he went up into his room, sitting by the window, staring off at the horizon, wondering what Emma could be up to now.
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Chapter 31
Tristian formed in front of the large oak door, staring at it cautiously. He looked around the corridor and found it empty, not so much as a mouse stirred so it wasn't a setup of any kind, he'd sense if a mutant was around. But there was one, behind that door, waiting for him to enter. He knew Tristian was there. He had to know.
Another mental calling confirmed his suspicion and Tristian let out a deep breath, turning the knob and stepping inside.
"Close the door behind you," Xavier instructed from behind his desk.
Tristian did so and stood in front of his desk.
"Have a seat," he gestured at one of the chairs.
Tristian did so slowly, settling in a red cushioned chair that was quite comfortable, but he was too tense to relax, remembering what happened last time they met. He ended in a room that wasn't comfortable and stayed there for hours. What Xavier wanted with him now, Tristian had no idea, but it had to do with last night and Bobby. Xavier had to know what had happened and now wanted answers to questions that were pressing. The ones everyone wanted but were too frightened to ask.
"You can relax, Tristian. You're not in any kind of trouble," Xavier told him.
"I know that," Tristian said, folding his arms over his chest. "I know exactly why I'm here."
"Go on."
"You have some things you want to question me about. You know what I did yesterday to Bobby, you know how I did in the Danger Session, you know I can become shadow, you want to know how."
"Very good, all that without reading my mind," he said with a smile, clicking a pen.
"You don't need to be a mind reader to know these things. It's common sense," Tristian spoke sternly.
With a sigh Tristian sat forward. "Look, I'll give you as many answers as I can. It's the least I can do for you letting me stay here. First off, I don't know how I'm able to heal people. It's just a gift of mine, I've always been able to do it. It comes naturally just like mind reading is natural to you. I can just find the source of injury and nit it back together like nothing ever happened. The same with shadows, I can just blend into them, become part of them. I have a feel for the dark and I use it. The same with the Danger Room Session, power comes naturally, it's in my blood. Don't ask how I can do it because I don't even know. I just can. The same with the fire ability."
"Is that why your code name is Shadow Fire?"
Tristian nodded, "Yeah, it's who I am, what I do. Now I answered all your questions, I'm going back to my room," he stood out of the chair, heading towards the door when Xavier's voice stopped him.
"What of this encounter at the mall? Between those two girls," Xavier asked. "How do they connect with you, Tristian? I know that you've told Jean, but she keeps secrets, she's very good at that and I'm not one to look into her mind."
Tristian didn't turn around but spoke clearly, his voice carrying an edge to it. "Some questions are better left unanswered because sometimes the answer is more dangerous than the question."
Xavier nodded, "Very well, I understand that some things are better left unspoken, some secrets better left kept." Xavier leaned forward. "But some secrets should be revealed in order to do any good because keeping some could be more deadly then not."
Tristian turned his head, looking over his shoulder. "It's none of your concern."
"Is it?" Xavier leaned back in the chair. "I don't want to see any of my students hurt, Tristian. But I'm not going to push you for answers. I just wish you would tell me a bit more." He paused before continuing. "About your fiancé…about your other codename…Death."
Tristian felt his anger rise and spared letting a small wave of power loose on the professor, just enough to make him gasp with the feel of what he could do, warning him of dangerous territory. "That. Is. None. Of. Your. Concern." He spoke each word carefully. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going. Good day professor." He slipped into shadow leaving Xavier there to recollect his thoughts while he went up into his room, sitting by the window, staring off at the horizon, wondering what Emma could be up to now.