A/N: So some of you will be happy with the ending, some not so much.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Tuesday, December 5th, 1972

7:00 AM

Everything was quiet in the school. Only the slight ringing of the alarm clocks going off through the different children's room.

A few groans here and there, or a thump coming from an occasional person rolling of their bed.

But most of all is was blissful silence going throughout the special school.

Who knew it could change so quickly in just a day?

9:00 AM

Ms. Barton silently rose from her seat during breakfast and carefully tapped her glass,

"Alright everyone listen up! Now I know Christmas is coming up in a few short weeks and I'm sure you're all wondering what we plan on doing in order to celebrate."

Suddenly the cafeteria volume started to rise as the children began eagerly talking to each other.

Once again Ms. Barton tapped on her glass, to stop the loud chattering,

"Now I am aware that most of your parent will want you home for the holiday. So, those who can go home will, and those who cannot can stay here and celebrate Christmas with us. But, before all that we will be having a ball."

This time the cafeteria roared with excitement of the children hearing the news of a ball. The older ones already figuring out who they will be taking, while the younger dreaming about glittering gowns and shoes.

Professor Xavier smiled, watching the children light up as if were already Christmas day.

Havoc, Beast, and Banshee were debating who would look better than the others, acting much more immature than they should be.

Tigress had a big smile planted on her face, but on the inside she was going a million miles an hour. Wondering how they were going to get decorations, the dresses and tuxes, and help every small child get ready for the ball.

If only the happiness could last longer.

11:00 AM

Hank was running down the hall with one of his many failed experiments in his hands to take to the garbage. As he ran passed the staircase there was a loud pounding on the main doors.

Quickly he dropped his device onto the nearest table and went towards the door.

When he threw the open he saw three tall, broad men were standing before him in military suits.

"Are you Professor Xavier?" Asked the one standing in front of the two other men, in a deep, husky voice.

By the way he stands and the different and more elaborate suit he has, you could tell he was a higher rank than the other soldiers.

Hank stared for a minute, but the politely answered

"No, but I can take you to him."

The school was about to be in a whole lot of hurt.

12:30 PM

Charles slammed his down on the table in an angrily as he continued yelling at the officers,

"You cannot take most of my teachers and more half of my students officers! I will not let you!"

"Charles!" Maya warned putting a hand on his back and he fumed at the sight of the three men.

The highest ranking officer simply sighed,

"You don't have a say Professor. We will go around assessing the individuals of the right age. By the end of the day we will give you a list of the ones we will be taking. They should have their things packed and ready by Friday."

It would be one thing to take a couple students, but to take almost every boy ranging from 16 to 18.

Maya face went red with anger, knowing they couldn't run the school with so little staff.

"With all due respect-"She began, but was interrupted by the man.

"You will have them ready. Now we will search the students. You are free to come with us." With that the officers left.

Looks like the school won't be having Christmas after all.

4:00 PM

For the second time that day the soldiers came into the Professor's office.

Quietly the plopped down a list of names onto his desk. With a nod, but without a word they left.

Charles picked up the three pages and began reading the names. After he was done he took a drink of his favorite whiskey and turned to Maya.

"Call all the parents. Inform them the school is being shut down and they need to get their children home before Christmas." He whispered, not risking a look at her disappointed face.

"Charles. You can't just give up. We can still teach the few we have."

"Do it Maya."

She glared as him and placed her hands stubbornly on her hips,

"No. I'm not giving putting these kids who barely know their powers, let alone themselves, back into a world of fear and discrimination!"

Slowly their voices began to rise.

"We've taught them what we can. Now please call the parents or I will do it myself."

"I can't Charles. These kids deserve better."

"Well I'm not the one who can give them that!"

"Yes you can! It may take time and more work but we can do this, Charles!"

"No. It's over! I'm done!"

"I did not leave my family and friends so you could give up after a semester!"

"Well then maybe you should go back." He growled rising from his seat.

Tears edged Maya's eyes as she stormed out of the room. She could not just sit there and watch him throw away all the children's lives.

Sometime love doesn't end well I guess.

6:00 PM

"Yes Mrs. Yang. It is a horrible loss. Have a good day."

Charles hung up the phone for the last time.

It was done. All the children will be gone by the 22nd.

On the other side of the school a woman was awaiting for an answer.

"Hellooooo Maya! How is the 1970's?" The Doctor answered, most likely spinning around his TARDIS.

Maya sighed not sure if she will like the response she will get by the end of this call,

"I need to come home Doctor."

"Oh good! Amy was complaining about not having anyone to help style her outfits. Apparently I don't have good taste. Though I don't see a problem with suspenders and fezzes." He began rambling about why they look so good.

"To stay Doctor. I want to come home for good."

The young(ish) assassin heard nothing but silence coming from the other end. She debated whether that was good or bad.

"Oh. Well that's good too! Do you want to tell me why?" He whispered at the end; however he already knew the answer.

"No just come get me. It's December 6th, 1972."

With that she hung up and began packing her things to the familiar sound of the TARDIS.

7:00 PM

Charles entered the room prepared with a whole entire speech for Maya. But when he entered there was nothing but a letter on the bed.

He picked it up slowly and began to read.

My dear Charles,

Please, please forgive me for what I am about to tell you. I have decided what you said was actually the best for the both of us. Most likely I'm already home by the time you're reading this. I couldn't bear to tell you in person. It would be near impossible. But trust me; there will not be day that will go by in my life that I will not think of you. I just hope maybe one day you will reopen the school and help kids again. You are absolutely amazing at it, darling. Please tell Hank, Alex, and Banshee I will miss them very much. Maybe one day in the future when I may be young and you old we can see each other again. God, I miss you already and I haven't even called the Doctor yet. I love you so, so much. It actually physically hurts how much I do. Forgive me. It would kill me if I knew you went everyday hating me for what I had done.

Love,

Maya

"I forgive you." He managed to say as he sat on his bed and thought, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"