A.N – just a short thing to explore Kitty's relationship with Professor Xavier (or, as she calls him, Uncle X). The next chapter will probably be the last in this story.
Disclaimer – I do not own the X-Men, or any witty one-liners that fit into disclaimers.
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I wish I could go outside. The tension in this room is suffocating. Mother and father are really trying hard to get across to Uncle X how bad things are. I don't think they need to.
He is instinctive, that's what he is. He has the same kind of intuition as Jean. I've always been able to tell him about my concerns, no matter how trivial they probably are to everyone else. He never laughed and I could tell it wasn't a case of being nice to a small child. He understood I was being serious when I demanded that my bedroom door and window were left closed at night to protect against monsters, the same way that Jean knew I wasn't playing some bizarre game when I insisted she didn't pick flowers because the poor bees would just be confused when they came to have their dinner. How old was I before I stopped worrying that they would starve?
Wait, where's everyone gone?