X-men, The Real Story.
Disclaimer in Chapter one.
Chapter 2
Charles made up his mind and he wheeled himself to his phone, he was a very rich man, and just because he had lived his life as a recluse didn't make him foolish.
He knew that money talks. And he would finally make his money talk for him.
Charles made arrangements with his lawyer to immediately get his mansion registered as a facility of special learning and get all of the legal mumbo-jumbo sorted out, because he was about to make his first addition.
Charles Xavier rolled over to his elevator and took it to the basement, he then went to Cerebro and placed the device on his head and closed his eyes and focused his power.
It was the first time he had used Cerebro in thirty-years and immediately hundreds of mutant signatures assaulted his senses.
It took Charles much longer than usual to focus his powers and signal one specific mutant that needed him, but as soon as he did find it – he knew that he had found the one that needed him the most.
Scott Summers stood in the doorway of his foster home waving back at his foster mom and dad.
He had been fostered by this family when he was just six years old.
His mother, father and younger brother had all been killed in a plane crash, a crash that had left Scott in a coma.
When he had recovered he went to live with the Thompson's.
They had looked after him, and loved him and treated him as if he were there own, and now they stood waving him off as he went to his prom with Jessica Blackwell, the prettiest girl in the school.
Scott smiled at his date and helped her into his fathers' car – the car that his dad had allowed him to borrow for the night.
"You look so pretty Jess." Scott said happily looking at his girlfriend of six months.
"I know!" Jessica said with a shrill little laugh, and Scott smiled indulgently at her.
They arrived at the prom and Jessica promptly ran over to her friends screeching at how pretty they all looked.
Scott sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly, lately his eyes had been so scratchy and itchy and he didn't know why – he put it down to not getting enough sleep.
Halfway through the evening Scott's eyes started burning – he assumed that he was probably allergic to Jessica's perfume.
"Sorry Jess, I gotta go to the bathroom." Scott said and rushed off with his eyes streaming.
In the toilets Scott ran his hand under the faucet and washed his eyes out with water, but the pain only intensified.
"Shit dude, what the hell you on?" Scott's friend Dave asked noting his friends' weird behaviour and red eyes.
"Nothing man, but something is seriously wrong." Scott said panicking his eyes felt like they were on fire, it hurt so much and a huge pressure headache was building behind his eyes.
"Whoa man what the fuck is up with your eyes!" Dave exclaimed looking scared.
Scott didn't know what was going but suddenly he felt the pressure leave him in a rush and all he could see was red.
The next thing Scott knew, he could hear was the sound of an explosion, an explosion that he knew he had created. He closed his eyes tightly scared beyond all belief, just listening to the sound of the screams, and then he heard sirens.
Mutant, I'm a mutant. Scott thought terrified and yet thinking clearly for the first time.
I have to get out of here I have to get away. He thought again, he knew how hated mutants were, he knew he had to get away, what he didn't know was how – how was he going to go about doing that, he couldn't see.
Scott, with his eyes tightly closed remembered the layout of his school and running, stumbling and falling, he ran until he went through doors and felt fresh air.
Scott was disorientated, he got lost in the school and now he had no idea where the hell he was.
He just ran, not caring, all he knew for sure was that he couldn't be caught.
Scott stumbled and fell down steep concrete steps, he hit the bottom and didn't move, he just lay still panting and aching with raw pain, he didn't think that anything was broken, but had scraped his skin raw.
Scott got to his hands and knees and crawled across the ground until he touched grass he then got to his feet and loped off. Not knowing where he was going, not caring. His only thought was to stay safe.
Charles Xavier had placed calls, he needed a Private Detective to help him, and he had found the best, a man named James Logan.
He had placed one phone call and James Logan had arrived at the mansion the very next day.
James Logan had gone through a lot in his life, but that was mainly because of the fact that he had lived a lot longer than most people, technically James was ninety three years old, however he looked to be in his early thirties and had looked like that for the past sixty years.
James Logan had always known he was different, he had been raised by his gypsy family in a gypsy camp, many people claimed that he was an uncivilised child, an animal, but what people didn't know was just how different James was.
He however did know. He was a mutant. His father had been one and his father before him, it was a proud fact in his family and they all had the same gift, they had superhuman agility, enhanced senses and the power to heal themselves immediately.
However James' powers were completely different to that of his fathers and his grandfathers, he had reached the age of thirty and that was it for him, his powers were so advanced that his body healed itself even from the ageing process, instead of his body wearing itself out it healed and James lived forever.
For now James had decided to hone his natural enhanced senses and put it to good use by becoming a Private Detective he was a damn good detective – the best, and when he got a call from the richest man he knew of –Charles Francis Xavier – he knew that he had finally hit the big time.
James had lucked out, when the call had come from Charles he had been in New York, so he had told Charles he would be in West Chester the very next day.
James arrived promptly at nine o-clock the next morning.
"James, so good of you to come, please come in." Charles said looking at the man before him.
James Logan was not a tall man and yet he was still physically imposing.
James Logan, stood at about five feet six inches, and was a very broad and muscular man; he had a surly look on his face, and intense hazel eyes. His face was mainly covered by thick mutton chops and he had unruly hair that made two points on either side of his head.
"Thanks, Mr. Xavier." James said a little uncomfortably and walked into the large mansion; it looked like the old man had only just moved in, although he could tell by scent that it had been lived in for many years.
"Please, call me Charles." Charles said and wheeled his way to the main meeting room, he gestured for James to take a seat.
"Then, please call me Logan." James said gruffly and then sat down.
"Ok, well I just wanted to let you know, that I know that you are a mutant." Charles said, always knowing that it was best to cut straight to the chase.
"What the hell? Is this some kind of a set-up!" James yelled springing to his feet and surveying the room for any trace of soldiers, he had narrowly avoided being captured by the government fifteen years ago, he had heard the horror stories, and he never wanted to become another statistic.
Logan, you are not the only one with powers Charles' voice rang out in James' head and he shot round to stare at the crippled man.
"What the hell is this?" James asked gruffly.
"I am starting a safe haven for mutants, somewhere that they can live without fear, a place where they can learn control and be happy with who they are, and that is why I need you Logan." Charles said honestly.
James was too agitated to sit down, so he started pacing, he thought that the idea of having a safe haven for mutants was a great idea, because too many kids were living homeless purely because they had powers, and a lot of those kids were either captured by the government and never heard of again or they were killed by punks, who hated the 'mutant scum'.
His only qualm with this whole operation, was that he was worried about the whole deal, what if this was just a front that the government was using? What if he would be just delivering these kids straight to those soldiers?
Logan I understand your fears, but I do not know what I can do to put your mind at ease. Charles said mentally, he was speaking truthfully; he really didn't have a clue on how to go about this.
"You know what Chuck, I've always trusted my instincts, and at this moment, they're telling me that you are a pretty stand-up guy so I'm gonna trust you – so what do you want me to do?" James said making a decision.
"Thank you Logan, this means a lot to me, I need you to find someone whose mutant powers have just surfaced, his name is Scott Summers, and he is eighteen, his powers are that he shoots a highly powerful laser-beam out of his eyes, he can not control it and he is living on the streets, blind. He was last spotted in downtown Manhattan, but I'm not sure where he is. I can not pin-point his exact location." Charles said honestly.
"Leave it to me Chuck; I'll start with a visit to his house. Is his family name Summers?" James asked.
"No, he was fostered by a family called Thompson" Charles said, that was the only thing he could pull from the boys mind.
"I'm on it." James said and got up and left immediately.
Charles then went to make another addition to the household.
Scott was lying in an alley with his eyes tightly shut, his face hurt from keeping it in one position too much, too often, but he knew that the alternative, of blowing something, or someone up was much worse.
He didn't want to go home, he was scared that he would be arrested or put into another foster home, or worse, that the government would take him to area 57 so that he would never be heard of again.
So Scott hunched in the alleyway listening to the noises going on around him, he only had his prom suit on, and it was ripped he hadn't eaten in four days, but he barely noticed, it seemed like he had been out there for the past lifetime, and he was worried because he had no idea what to do next.
Scott was huddled against the wall amongst the trash trying to get a little sleep, he had slept very uneasily because he was worried that he would jolt awake and open his eyes.
Scott was just drifting off when the sound of heavy footsteps approaching him made him jolt to full awareness; he kept his eyes tightly shut, but his heart beat faster.
"Kid, get up." A gruff voice said Scott shot to his feet, worried that finally he had been caught; it was fight or flight now.
Scott, please do not worry, we are only here to help you, we are both like you and we would like to offer you a place to live in safety. A man's voice rang out in Scott's head and he jumped startled beyond belief.
"Who are you?" Scott asked determined to sound calm and in control even though it was clearly apparent that he had no control in this situation.
James smirked, this kid was gutsy and he liked that, it was nice to find someone with a fighters' attitude.
"I am Charles Xavier and I run an institute to help those in your situation, my associate here is James Logan, he is a private detective and he helped me to find you." Charles said and he saw Scott's posture change immediately.
"What kind of institute? Is it like a mental institute? Somewhere where they lock up mutants and feed them drugs trying to cure them?" Scott asked angrily, he may be down but he certainly wasn't out, not yet and there was no way that he would go down without a fight.
"No I apologise Scott, I am new at this, you see you would be my first student, for I am a mutant and I wish to offer a safe haven where my students can live and learn control of their powers, and then help to pass on their knowledge to others in years to come, if they wish to." Charles said, a slight smile, happy that he now had a clear purpose in life.
"So you want to help me?" Scott asked, he didn't exactly buy the old mans story, but he also knew that he didn't have much of a choice, it was only a matter of time before he was caught by someone who wanted to do some damage to him, at least this man was offering him a way out, if he was deceiving him, then Scott would just have to deal with that when it came about.
"Yes, Scott I would like nothing more than to help you." Charles said honestly, this young man was suffering and yet he was still being incredibly strong.
"Thank-you." Scott said and walked slowly over to where he heard the voices.
A strong arm grasped Scott's arm and led the way.
"Firstly I must tell you Scott, your foster parents were shocked when they found out that you are a mutant, but they want the best for you, so if you would like to come and live at the school then they have given their consent also, but they did say that they would like to speak to you before you left." Charles said.
"I would like that." Scott said and the other men ignored the fact that his voice cracked with emotion and a single tear leaked from his tightly closed eyes.
They arrived at the Thompson household within twenty minutes. James, Charles and Scott all went to the door, Scott's foster parents were standing there waiting for some news when they saw their foster son, and they cried out with happiness and rushed to wrap him in their arms.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, James and I will wait in the car." Charles said, wanting to allow the family the chance of saying their goodbyes.
"Mom, dad." Was all Scott could get out, he was so pleased that his family didn't hate him, that they were happy he was safe, that they cared.
"Oh Scott, we were so worried." Jack Thompson said the family had been living on tenterhooks for the last four days.
On the night that Scott's powers surfaced they had heard the explosion from their house, they had heard the sirens and they had worried about terrorist or gang violence, they had no idea that there son was the cause of it until they had arrived at the scene and several students were screaming about Scott Summers the 'Mutie'.
Mutants were all over the news nowadays, they were feared, but Jack and Theresa had known that their son was a good human being that would never cause suffering and they also knew that he had only just got his mutant powers, they didn't love him any less for it and they didn't think badly of him, they were just worried what might happen in retaliation, because a lot of people would think that he was just some thug and want to hurt him.
That night Jack had gone out searching for Scott, but he couldn't find his son.
Jack and Theresa hadn't slept in the four days, worried about what may being happening to their child.
On the third day of his disappearance a man came to their door, a man who looked surly and imposing, he had told the Thompson's that he was looking for Scott, that his boss wanted to offer Scott a safe place to live.
Theresa had refused to help the man in any way, worried that he was after her son to hurt him, so she had refused to tell him a thing until she had met with his 'boss'. Charles Xavier had arrived at her house that very same day.
The well spoken, obviously wealthy, older British man was not something that Theresa was expecting and she was shocked, but once the man explained to her who he was and what his plans were, Theresa knew that the man only had her sons' best interests at heart, and she told him whatever he had asked of her.
"Oh Scott, I am so pleased you're ok." Theresa said hugging her son tightly.
"I'm fine mom, I was so worried." Scott said finally letting all the pent up emotions go.
"You don't have to be worried anymore, Charles, he has your best interests at heart, and you know that you will always, always have a home here." Theresa said honestly.
"Thanks mom, I'm glad that you understand that I have to go, I have to do this, I have to learn control, but I'll always love you both, you gave me such a great life, and one day I'll make it up to you." Scott said honestly and hugged his family tightly one last time.
Authors Note:
Just wanted to thank my very first (And only :( ) reviewer, CrazyDragon004.
To answer the review and also inform everyone – this is my own events on the X-men, on their relationships, on their lives and pasts, a lot of things will obviously be similar but a lot will be different, ie Logan's past is revealed in this story – huge anticlimax! Lol.
But because I am such a huge fan – things that will be appearing FOR SURE – is Rogue and Remy, they will have a relationship, I'm not sure how it will go about, I'm not sure when it will happen but it will happen. Thanks everyone for reading and please – please review! xx