"Charles?"

"Yes, Henry?"
Henry McCoy's lips curved upwards in an ecstatic grin, one hand holding out a seemingly insignificant slip of paper. "We got the money," he whispered reverently.

Closing his book slowly, Charles rose in his chair, eyes trained on the piece of paper that he'd been dreaming about for years. Approaching his friend, one hand reached out and took it from the doctor, unfolding it shakily.

"... and as the winner... we hereby award you with $10,000 worth of prize money..." Charles let the sentence trail off his tongue, before he looked up at his friend with a smile threatening to split his face in two. "We won."

Hank smiled, nodding. "We won."

Letting loose a delighted laugh, Charles raised his hands in the air, dancing around in a circle as Hank watched his friend's obvious delight with a smile on his face.

"So what are going to do with the money?"

Both men turned- Charles pausing in his dance- to face Moira McTaggart, the woman who had just entered the room.

"Well," Charles grinned slowly, "we have to use it for a good cause."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Sure? Of course I'm sure, why wouldn't I be?"

Moira and Henry shared a look that spoke volumes, before turning to look back at Charles, who was staring at them patiently. "It's just... you have ten thousand dollars," Henry began, "and we're just..."

"Wouldn't it be better to pay off the mortgage and... well, the, the money you..."

Charles's face twisted into a frown, blue eyes staring at Moira as she trailed off. "You don't see the reason, do you?"

"Charles, what we see is you trying to live a dream that you can't possibly achieve! For God's sake my friend, you owe money to the school!"

Dismissing their concerns after only a brief consideration of them, Charles approached them eagerly. "Don't you see? I can start this, this team, and the money we win can be used to pay off all the debts and the mortgage and-"

"You have ten thousand dollars Charles."

"Moira-"

"And anyway, where are you going to find anybody crazy enough to join you? And on top of that, ten thousand isn't enough to start a robot boxing team-"

"No, no, it'll be a successful WRB team-"

"-and where are you going to get the extra money from?"

Throwing his arms up in the air, Charles sighed and walked away, pausing to look back at the two who stared evenly back at him. "Come with me," he said, "and I'll show you."

"You? Gonna start a boxing team? Oh please..."

"Ain't got nothin' to say if you're stupid enough to believe you can do that."

"For gawd's sake, d'ya honestly think you can get a team into the WRB CHAMPIONSHIPS?"

"This is hopeless."

"Glad you finally see it that way."

"Moira, what am I doing?"

"Making yourself drunk, by the looks of it."

"Erik... Erik did it... the Brotherhood... they're a successful team..."

"Yeah, but Erik's a backstabber. A cheat. We both know he couldn't have gotten that far without-"

"-tricking me." Hiccup. "And I fell for it."

Sigh. "Don't give up on me now Charles."

"Y'know, I think... hiccup... I think your right. No giving up! The X-Men will exist and I'll get them to the WRB Championships!"

Smash. Thud.

Moira sighed heavily, shaking her head as she looked down at the limp heap on the ground that was Charles Xavier. "Sometimes," she muttered quietly, "sometimes Charles, I swear you have the most stupid ideas."

"Oi! Ain't you gonna pay his tab?"

Moira looked up at the bartender with a sigh.

Got round to the second chapter this morning. I was going to somehow base this on X-Men: First Class, but I haven't seen the movie yet so... it's now an AU. With sort of vague details (I think) referring to First Class. Is Moira actually in that movie?