black angel's wing - this is going to be very very quick, because I feel bad about how I ended that last chapter. This is sorta a continuation of that one. So the contest is until my next chapter! Yay!
Disclaimer : I don't own X-Men : Evolution
Chapter 8. Decisions Made
As soon as the study door had slammed shut, the professor let out a sigh of relief. Scott released Jean's hand and immediately moved around to the front of the desk and began to question his decision.
"Professor, I don't think that it's a good idea to let her stay here. She isn't safe to be around."
The man turned his weary eyes to the teenager, and he elaborated.
"First off, she threw Jean through a glass wall, and almost attacked you with a pair of scissors. Then she punched Bobby on the face. She broke his nose! Tell me that doesn't seem the least bit unsafe."
Professor Xavier said nothing and folded his hands in front of him. Jean joined Scott, looping her arm around his.
"I think he's right," she admitted slowly. "If she's going to stay here, she'll need to control her anger."
"Yes, of course," Charles sighed resignedly. "You are both right. But I simply cannot send her away. We saved her, and invited her in. I refuse to turn away any mutant in need, no matter their behavioral problems. I will look for a therapist that can help her."
"And what about school?" asked Scott insistently. "The normal kids there could be at risk too."
Nodding quickly, the professor thought of a course of action. "I will call the principal. Calypso will no longer attend Bayville High. That is, until she can better control herself."
Jean sighed sorrowfully. "I feel bad for her. Maybe introducing her to everything so soon was a bad idea. I mean, she has only been here for a few days."
"Yes Jean," agreed the professor slowly. "It was a terrible mistake on my part. What was I thinking, throwing her into high school so soon? The poor girl must be terribly overwhelmed."
Scott shook his head, and detached himself from Jean's arm. Walking toward the door, he called out over his shoulder.
"I don't know what you're planning on doing about her professor, but you had better do it soon. Nobody else needs to get hurt." With that, he was gone.
Jean slumped into the chair across from her mentor. Pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, she sighed. Turning her tired green eyes to Charles, the two simply stared at each other for a few minutes until the latter hook his head slowly.
"I'm afraid that if we can't get Calypso help soon, I will be forced to send her away."
Sadly, Jean nodded her understanding. A thought suddenly came to her, and she perked up some.
"Professor, when you said that you would look or a therapist to help her, did you have anyone in particular in mind?"
When he responded with a confused no, she continued with excitement.
"Then I think I've just solved that problem."
The professor looked intrigued, and motioned for her to go on.
"Well, didn't Wanda use to be kind of like Calypso? And she got help. We can get Agatha Harkness."
Calypso looked mad. But mad would be a lie. To say Calypso was pissed off would be inaccurate as well, but no one be able to tell at the moment. Stalking down the hallway towards her room, the various students that littered her path became silent in the middle of their conversations, and some scurried away from her in fear.
Stopping at her door, she paused with her hand on the knob. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she wasn't surprised to see a hall empty of all souls. Rolling her blue eyes, she strode into her room and shut the door tightly behind her. Flopping onto her bed, she covered her face with a pillow and sighed deeply.
It had been three days. Three days since she had shown Professor Xavier what she could do. Three days since she had been removed from the school due to 'safety issues'. Three days since everybody started avoiding her. Three whole days, and nobody would look her in the eye. To be completely honest, it made her terribly upset. She wanted to belong here, yet it was becoming more and more crystal clear that nobody wanted her at the Institute. She wanted to break down. She wanted to be held tightly like she had seen Scott hold Jean; with tenderness and love. She wanted to cry and cry, until there were no tears left.
But no. A part of her refused to shed a single tear. The people at the government facility had beat her when she had cried, and an irrational piece of her mind told her that the same would happen here if she let it. And so she put up walls, and hid herself behind them. She put on a brave face, an angry face, and refused to let anybody close enough to see the truth. She knew that violence wouldn't get her very far, but it was the only way to ensure that people stayed away from her. If she let people in, they would only get hurt.
A knock at her door stirred Calypso from her thoughts, and she sat up in her bed.
"Calypso," came the voice of the professor, muffled by the door. "There is someone here that I would like for you to meet."
Her mask back in place, she trudged over to her door. Opening it with a glare, she met the calm expression of the man in the wheelchair. He smiled at her and began to lead her down the deserted hall.
No words were exchanged, and none were needed. Professor Xavier took her through a maze of hallways, and they soon entered a part of the building that Calypso was unfamiliar with. The professor suddenly came to a halt in front of an old, wooden door, and turned to face the small girl.
"Now Calypso," he spoke softly. "I am trusting you to behave yourself with our visitor. It was not easy getting her here, and I am positive that she will help you. Please," he begged. "Behave."
The girl in question rolled her eyes and waved a hand in the air, brushing off his plead. He sighed, then took his leave with one last warning glance at the girl.
When she was sure that he was gone, she turned to face to door. Drawing a shaky breath, she rested her hand on the knob. Taking one last, deep breath, she pushed away all of her irrational fears and opened the door.
The first thing that she was aware of was the darkness, and she immediately relaxed, feeling more comfortable with her situation. The next thing to hit her was the smell of burning insence. Breathing it in, she was reminded of her mother's favorite chamomile tea, and was almost instantly calm.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and a rare, genuine smile spread across her lips.
"Calypso," came a soft whisper from across the room. Her eyes flew open in shock. She has forgotten that she was supposed to be seeing someone. Facing the small glow of a flame, she came to the source of the wonderful smell. A thin trail of smoke circled a small table, and Calypso saw the woman for the first time.
She was older, and looked very frail. It was difficult to see the dark lighting, but she was not intimidate by her presence.
"Come, child," she spoke in the same soft whisper a before, and motioned to the chair across from her. "Sit, and let us talk."
Calypso complied, and sat motionless, wondering what they would be doing.
"Charles asked me to come here to help you focus and control your anger."
So that was it. He was afraid that she would hurt someone when she got mad and had asked somebody to help her. How typical.
"Easy child," warned the woman, sensing the girl's anger blossoming. "I can see that controlling your anger will prove a difficult task, but I am ready for the challenge if you are."
She held out a wrinkled hand, waiting for Calypso to shake it, sealing the unspoken deal that they would cooperate with each other.
Looking deep into the woman's eyes, Calypso felt at peace for first time in a long while. Thrusting out her hand to meet the woman's, she shook it firmly. The older lady smiled.
"Very well then. My name is Agatha Harkness. I do hope that you are ready to begin."
black angel's wing - there we are! And I did bring Agatha into this for obvious reasons. I felt proud that I thought of her! Haha, anyways, I hope that you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing! I may or may not go in depth into the sessions between Agatha and Calypso, depending on what y'all want me to do. I'll also be continuing with some of the loose ties that the episodes left.
And no! Calypso is not goin to get all sappy and nice. Not this soon. It was just a little insight to her true feeligs. Au revoir!