Title: All the Stories But One

Note: Wow, I highly apologize to my audience.

10:41- Previous/Same night

Moira's Apartment

"Hank McCoy?" Moira whirled around to lay her eyes upon the blue face of her intruder.

He smiled wearily, "Good evening, Moira. I apologize for startling you."

Her nerves calming, Moira managed a faint smile of her own as her eyebrows pulled together. "Hank," She questioned. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Letting out an exhausted sigh, Hank cast his eyes on something outside of the bathroom doorway where he stood. "Do you mind if we sit down? I haven't had must rest lately."

"Of course," Moira hurried out of her small bathroom and pulled a chair out for her guest at the round breakfast table in the kitchen. Feeling the need to play the role of a hostess, Moira quickly scooped a few spoonfuls of ground coffee into the circular paper and placed the object into her Mr. Coffee maker before pressing start. As the rough gurgle of brewing coffee played in the background, Moira settled in a chair across from Hank. She waited with her hands folded.

Hank ran a gorilla-like hand over his face before starting. "Moira, I'm sure my appearance comes a bit of a surprise. But, I can assure you that I wouldn't have come without a trulyimportant reason."

Moira knodded.

"Since the unexpected death of Charles, I have spent countless hours trying to rebuild Cerebro. That is, the computer system. Without Charles and his incredible telepathy, we are unable to use our only source of connection of other mutants."

"Have you made any progress?" She hadn't thought anyone but Charles could be capable of Cerebro's power.

Hank knodded smally, "A little. Through computer technology I've been able to tap into files Charles had on every mutant he'd made a connection to or with. The entire of the school's population are recorded in these documents. As well as others only Charles had known about. One file in general struck my attention."

Moira curiously tilted her head slightly, "Who?"

Hank shrugged, "The name on the file is Kayla Fox. Nothing particularly threatening shown in her file."

"I don't understand."

Hank smiled, "Neither do I, Moira, dear. But Charles' notes and comments on her file suggest otherwise. His last entry on her dates almost sixteen years ago."

"So?"

"She was on The Island, do you remember what we had told you of Stryker and his wretched experimentations on mutants?"

Moira knodded, "Yes of course."

"Charles," Hank continued, leaning back in his chair. "Paid very close attention to her. She was close to Stryker through force and blackmail. Her history claims she spent six years in Canada and then suddenly -close to sixteen years ago- her profile filled with more dated notes. He was reading her mind, picking out every detail to hopefully find a hole Stryker hadn't though to close, letting Charles and Eric and chance to rescue those in captivity. But the notes abruptly ended. He wrote only one detail and then left her file alone."

"What was it, Henry?"

His dark eyes met Moira's gray pair with sorrow. "She was pregnant."

Moira gasped. "There were dead bodies on The Island."

"I know."

"Do you think she was one of them?"

Hank took in a deep breath, "I don't know. I think it's possible that Charles found her unimportant after the release and rescue of the captured mutants. But Moira, I do feel as though he would have mentioned something to you or I."

She shook her head, "He never told me."

Hank knodded in thought. "I can't imagine why her pregnancy would matter."

"If she's dead then surely the baby would have died as well. No fetus could survive after the mothers heart stopped beating."

"Yes," Hank agreed. "Charles made a file on another: FOX. I'm not certain if they are connected, there's no way to tell. If only I could figure out how to manually have Cerebro running. I'm so close, I can feel it."

Moira smiled sympathetically, reaching across to supportingly rest her hand upon his knee. "Hank, you've worked so terribly hard. You really should stop being so hard on yourself. You are a brilliant man and if anyone could reconnect Cerebro, you could."

He matched her smile. "Thank you. Moira, you know how much Charles loved you?"

She kept her smile, though bit her bottom lip. "Yes. I know. I admired him for his dedication. I just...feel foolish."

Hank looked questioningly at her, "Foolish?"

Moira removed her hand from his knee, and cast her eyes down in embarrassment. "It's silly of me, really, but...I uhm, imagined his voice."

"What?"

"It was the day after the funeral, I-I'd returned to work immediately." She smiled sheepishly. "I needed a distraction. And I suppose it was my subconscious remembering the way he used to say my name, but I certainly heard 'Moira'. It was quite distinct."

Hank stared at her. "Your subconscious..." He pondered this as Moira knodded. "Moira, do you mind coming to the mansion with me?"

Note: Well, I am back! Please review!