Ok everybody! I'm sorry I missed an update yesterday… I was watching Firefly and cleaning my room. Hmmm…Firefly fanfiction… Ok, well, anyway, here's chapter four, and Xavier lovers rejoice because he's back! Alrighty, now on a more serious note…THERE IS ONLY ONE REVIEWER! Thank you Indyhead, but I know there are more of you out there; I've checked the traffic stats! Ok, well don't comment if you don't want to, but I'd like to know what you think. You're silence is freaking me out…It's just…so…quiet…It's like, something should…JUMP OUT! Aaaaagh! Ok…so slasher movies aside…please comment and watch the trailer for the new Avengers movie that's coming out! OMG, Robert Downey Jr. is so awesome! As always…Enjoy!

"Charles? Charles? Oh Geeze, Charles!" Hank ran over to his friend, greatly concerned with what he was doing passed out on the ground next to the open door of the van. "Charles? Come on, get up." He said, shaking his shoulder. Xavier groaned and moved a bit and Hank looked around nervously. It was nearly dawn and there was certain to be someone on the street soon. He didn't exactly have an easily concealed mutation and he would defiantly prefer to be at the safety of the mansion right about now.

"I'm coming…'m…Comin'" Charles slurred and Hank tried not to stab him with his claws as he helped him into a sitting position against the van.

"Charles? It's me, Hank. We have to go, there'll be people out here soon."

"Where it she?" Xavier muttered, putting his hand to his head and wincing as he felt the large welt that had formed there.

"Who?"

"The girl…She…she needed help…"

"Look, I don't know anything about a girl, but we have to get back to the mansion." Hank tried to pull Charles into the van, but Xavier waved his furry arms away and suddenly seemed determined to sit there with his eyes closed and his fingers on his temples. The blue mutant sighed impatiently and watched the sun rise behind a building to the east.

"She's not there…" Murmured Xavier with look of total confusion on his face.

"Yeah, that's great, into the car Charles." Hank finally groaned, actually lifting the not-so-small man into the car, narrowly missing his head on the doorframe. Charles seemed not to care however, distracted by something terribly important that Hank could only guess at. With his teacher safely secured in the passenger seat, Hank ran around the van and started the engine. Xavier still muttered incoherently to himself in the seat beside him. Hank wondered if this might be some strange byproduct of a telepath getting a concussion.

The entire ride back to the mansion (about an hour of driving) Xavier never said a word to Hank, none that made sense anyway. He seemed exceedingly worried about the wellbeing of some unnamed girl that was in mortal peril of some kind. As soon as the van pulled up beside the front door of the mansion Hank jumped out of the driver's seat and ran up the newly-installed ramp to the door. He hammered on it for a few seconds until the red-haired Sean finally answered.

"Hey Beast, you don't have to knock you know, you do live here." Hank rolled his eyes and motioned to the van.

"The Prof's real messed up. I'm gonna need your help here. Where's Alex?"

"Uh, he's out back in the practice range, what happened?" Asked Sean in clear concern.

"I don't know." Hank said as the two of them made their way to the van. "I went to chase after a mutant we found and when I came back a while later he was on the ground unconscious. I think he tried to get out of the van and fell."

"Geeze…" Sean muttered as they opened the passenger door. Xavier had his arms resting on his knees with the fingers of both his hands on his temples and his eyes closed, totally oblivious to the two mutants staring at him.

"Xavier?" Hank said gently. No reaction.

"Prof?" Tried Sean. Nothing.

"Oi! Charles!" Hank yelled, hitting the inattentive man in the shoulder. Xavier suddenly inhaled sharply and looked up as if they had just woken him from an intense dream.

"What?" He snapped at them. They stuttered for a moment, unsure of how to act.

"You…are you alright Professor?" Sean asked tentatively.

"No, of course not! There's someone, another telepath, out there, and she's in trouble and I can't get to her. No! I am not alright!" Sean and Hank exchanged glances.

"You mean Emma? Emma Frost?" Hank asked in wonder. She was the only other telepath that he knew existed.

"No, of course not Emma." Charles said tersely.

"Then who was it?"

"Haven't the faintest." There was a pause. All three of them looked off into different directions, avoiding each other's gazes. "I've got a headache." Charles said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"You hit your head." Hank muttered.

"Yes, you know." Charles said with a half-smile. Hank rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, then you also know how much sense you've been making over the last hour."

"Yes….Aren't you going to help me out of here?" The Professor said after another uncomfortable pause, brushing aside the fact that he had just snapped at his two students. Hank helped Charles out of the car and Sean got his chair out of the back. Despite Hank's insistence he refused to be pushed up the ramp and into the house he had lived in for so long.

"I haven't needed help getting in this house since I was brought in here as a baby and I won't be needing it now." He said with an air of confidence that greatly contradicted his true feelings at that moment. He went straight to the new elevator that had been installed, though it didn't yet have the upholstery quite done, and didn't stop until he was in his room.

He slammed the door and rolled over to his bed. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up from his wheelchair with his arms. He swung himself onto the bed and pulled his useless legs up as well. He laid back and closed his eyes. The headache that had cropped up the moment he had woken up hammered on the inside of his head like a small road-construction crew. He rubbed his eyelids with his hands and went through his usual pre-sleep checklist.

Was everyone here? Yes. Hank and Sean are going down to the practice range to meet up with Alex and they're worried…about me. Figures. No one else in the estate, a woman walking her dog in the street outside the east gate…

Charles chuckled slightly. The woman and the dog had reminded him of an incident not long after he had first inherited the estate. The neighbors at the mansion a few miles away had a dog that loved to relieve itself just within the Xavier manor limits. It made for a bad first impression for any traveling Professors or associates Charles had around, so one day he had spoken (Telepathically, of course) to the smug woman that walked the large poodle every morning…

Don't you dare let that creature near this lawn!

He couldn't help but say this in a voice that suggested that the Xavier manor was very haunted and watch in silent pride as Mrs. Cooligan ran screaming down the sidewalk, her dog trotting like an oversized sausage behind her.

Past glories aside, Charles was glad that everyone that should be at the mansion was at the mansion. As usual, he distinctly longed for Raven's presence, but of course she wasn't there. She had gone off with Eric, the man who had taken his legs, and his best, no, his only friend. Charles abruptly pushed that thought as far back into his mind as it would go and went on to glare at his bedroom ceiling for several minutes, head throbbing, until someone knocked on his door. Alex.

"Come in." He wants to know how I'm feeling.

"Hey Prof. How…"

"Like a car accident. You?" Alex opened his mouth to answer, but Charles cut him off with an impatient wave. "Oh, don't answer that, I already know…" Alex frowned. Xavier only got like this when he was really furious about something, and that wasn't very often.

"Fine. So would you mind explaining to me what this whole deal with another telepath is about?" He asked. Charles huffed and put his arms behind his head.

"I don't know really. I was waiting for Hank to get back to the car and… Did he tell you why he didn't catch him; the mutant we found, I mean?"

"No, I think he's waiting until everyone can listen at once."

"Oh, well anyway, so I was waiting in the car and I heard, well, sensed, another telepath." Before Alex could comment, he added. "No, not Emma Frost. They were young, a young girl…and she was screaming." Xavier ran his fingers through his hair, trying not to shiver at the memory. "I, um, contacted her and she told me that…they…were going to kill her."

"Who's they?"

"No idea."

"So what happened after that?"

"You already know. I fell out of the van."

"Yeah, right, but what about the girl? Where was she? Does she have a name?" He asked insistently. Charles could sense his concern.

"I don't know. To be honest I'm starting to think it might have been a dream."

"Were you asleep?"

"I don't think I was, but who knows? I might have dosed off, dreamed the whole thing and woke up thinking there was a kid in danger. I just don't know!" Alex could tell the Professor was getting frustrated and thought that now might be a good time to leave. As he turned to go he offered his opinion on the matter.

"I've never seen you as the kind 'a guy who would just dream up something like that. Personally, I think she's real." And with that he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Alex really believed him. Charles wasn't sure if this should reassure him or not. He looked at his ceiling again and let his mind wander, a dangerous endeavor for the world's most powerful telepath. He avoided touching people's minds. He wasn't in the mood for company.

As usual, it took Xavier well over an hour to nod off. He had only been asleep for about two hours when he was aware of a consciousness very close by him. It was like being awakened by footsteps in your bedroom…it slightly unnerved him. He blinked his eyes open and shook his head, attempting to get rid of the scraping sensation on his subconscious. It was like listening t the static between two radio broadcasts. The source was clearly not in the room, the open window let in plenty of daylight to see that he was alone in his bedroom. He pushed himself up into a sitting positioned and listened. There was a voice hidden in the chatter of sound that rattled in his head. With no small amount of surprise he realized that it was the girl. Immediately Xavier attempted a link to her. It was like a long distance call and her voice was faint, although he could almost feel her presence in the room. He had never experienced anything like this before and it intrigued as well as alarmed him.

Are you alright? He tried to ask over the distance that separated them. A faint voice, still caught up in the strange static answered,

Charles Xavier? Are you Charles Xavier? Did you try to help me?

Yes! Yes, and I will help you! Just tell me where you are and my friends and I will come and get you…

You have to get to the high-security mental hospital on Dove St, 22474. Said a very small, very young voice. Her words were decisive and well chosen, though her calm message was underlined with an incredible amount of fear. Her voice continued, growing weaker by the second. That is where they keep the…The…The…

Hello? Are you there? That's where they keep who? Hello? Charles asked in desperation as the static completely covered her voice.

…The mutants that are dangerous…The mutants…that…have…killed. There was total silence. Some of the girl's fear had passed through to Xavier and he sat propped up on his shoulders shaking like a leaf. She wasn't just scared for her own well-being, but that of others. Other mutants were in danger. They had not been able to control their powers and had killed non-mutants.

With shaking hands, Charles reached to the side of his bed and felt around for his chair. He pulled it closer to the bed and swung down into it faster than he had ever been able to do before. He rolled over to the closed door at full speed and was down the hall and in the elevator in a matter of seconds. He could sense Alex, Sean, and Hank in the sitting room downstairs. When he wheeled into the room they all looked up in surprise which immediately turned to confusion at his disheveled and slightly manic appearance.

"I know where they are!" He announced. The mutants gathered around the coffee table exchanged glances which clearly said yep, the Prof's finally lost it. Charles rolled his eyes and wheeled his chair all the way into the room so that he could carry on a more relaxed conversation with his students. More calmly he repeated, "I know where the girl is. She just contacted me, in my head!" He added, unable to hide his obvious admiration of the young telepath's abilities. Alex was the first to comment.

"Where?"

"Dove Street, New York City in some High-Security Mental Hospital. Apparently that's where they've decided to put all of the mutants that pose a threat to the general population." In response to their blank expressions, he added, "And I don't think they're being very well treated there. I want to go and help them."

"What, just go and let loose a bunch of dangerous mutants?" Sean said before really thinking about what he had just suggested.

"So, what? We leave them there? Aren't you forgetting that I was in prison before the Professor here got me out." Alex pointed out. Hank nodded.

"Yeah, and what if they're like me? It's not like I can help the way I look. Maybe they can't either." He pointed out.

"Not to mention what might happen if we don't get there first." Muttered the Professor.

"What do you mean, first?" Sean asked.

"Who do we know that might be looking for some potentially dangerous and impressionable mutants?" Charles asked with obvious hostility in his tone. He heard the thoughts of everyone as they realized. Eric.

"So, if we don't get these guys out and start training them…" Alex gulped.

"...He will." Charles finished. By unspoken consensus they had decided. They would have some new students at the X-Mansion. Feeling slightly foolish, Hank cleared his throat, breaking the tension of the moment.

"Hey, is now a good time to mention the fact that there's a werewolf lose in New York?"