"Where is everyone?," Elliott asked. Charles checked the surroundings. They were the only two inside the kitchen. In fact, now that mentioned it, he hadn't seen anyone in the mental map he had created for her. "They've gone on a mission.," He answered.
"Are they coming back soon? You're back."
"No. I..came back because I didn't want you to be all alone here."
"Oh. Thanks.," Elliott chuckled. "I didn't really like being here by myself. This place is huge and I still get lost."
"Sorry about that. I guess I didn't give you proper tour.," Charles said extending his arm.
They walked the halls together, arm in arm. Charles pointing out rooms and their purpose now that is childhood home back been converted into a school. He tried to focus on the conversation but it was proving to be difficult. He could feel her every emotion through his telepathy and it was distracting him, taking every ounce of control to keep everything together in this dream world he had created. He couldn't help but feel her sense of security, happiness, and...
It hit him like a ton of bricks midway through the walk.
"She's in love with me.,"He thought to himself. For being a psychic, he sure was daft about a lot of things. This would make the task easier. She trusted him. He contemplated the situation.
How did he feel about her? He had insisted on her bed being next to his in order to make the mental therapy sessions easier, but what that the only reason? He had been so busy with everything going on the past couple of months, but had always managed a few minutes out of the day to talk to her.
Granted it was about Lilith, but still. Maybe there was something on his end too. She smiled at him and touched his arm with her free arm. He looked down. When they had they gone from arm in arm to hand in hand, he wondered. He leaned into her and chuckled.
"So how do you like it here?," He asked.
"It's great. I think Lilith will do great here.," She said.
She was deflected off the subject of them. He felt a twinge of fear from her, scared to tell him. For what reason? He did a quick scan deeper into her mind. For being a human? That was it? She thinks he'd better off with another mutant? That wouldn't be the case at all. If anything any hesitation would be on his end. What if she didn't accept his mutation. No, that's not a issue for her. Other people's opinions wouldn't bother her. She accepted him for exactly who he was. That was a good feeling. He had always known she had a schoolgirl crush on him since the day he knocked on her door. Her feelings deepened during the training sessions. She watched him train all the kids with a patience and understanding her parents never gave Lilith which resulted in her raising her cousin right after she graduated high school. A mental image came though. Damn, he thought, I went in a little too deep with the scan. The image in itself was nice. He was coming back from a mission, smiling as she walked up to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. They looked happy. Very happy. He could feel her hope, her joy in wanting this. Seeing the image made him...content. Maybe it is what he wanted...
He wouldn't have time to complete his thought. The mansion began fading out, walls disappearing around them. Elliott was strangely calm. He had to keep her that only thing that made sense was she must be slipping out of REM dream state. He didn't panic or look around at the strange surroundings.
"I'll see you later, all right?," He said. Elliott nodded and smiled. He kissed her on the cheek. It felt real, he could feel her skin on his lips. Her smile widened and she looked down bashfully.
"Charles.," Hank said sternly and repeated his name louder when he didn't get and immediate response.
"Huh? What," Charles snapped up in his chair.
"Are you all right?," Hank asked.
"What? Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
Hank looked at him strangely.
"You were gone all day."
Charles looked out the window to see the sun setting in the distance.
"Come on, we need to get some food in you.," Hank said with concern as guided the wheelchair looked back over his shoulder to see Elliott lying still in her bed, IV's in her arm to feed her and monitors beeping behind her head.
"Don't worry. I'll come back for you, and I won't stop until You're out here with us...with me.," He thought to her, hoping she could hear him.
