Hello lovely readers! Sorry I haven't uploaded in awhile. I've been sitting exams and have been away on holiday, so updating was hard to do. But don't worry! I've got the next three chapters almost finished so expect an update by next week at the latest :D
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters apart from my O.C Amelia. The rights to X-Men do NOT belong to me. I don't know why I have to do this. If I really did own the X-Men I wouldn't be sitting writing fanfiction about it! *sighs* Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 2
If someone broke into the Xavier household right now, they would be met with a peculiar sight. In the entrance of the kitchen, with a hairbrush in hand, was a dancing green woman. The radio was on full blast and the young woman shimmied to the music. You could call Amelia many things: A singer, a mutant, a baker, a musician, but you could not call her a dancer. She was a mess of flailing limbs and off-beat moves. Not like anyone is going see me anyhow, she snickered. Both Charles and her twin were away for the night. Not everyday someone becomes a Professor, she had teased Charles before his ceremony. Amelia couldn't attend. An invisible girl in a small and confined space with lots of people? A room filled with normal people? It was a bad idea.
Fortunately, she still saw the main parts of the event. It was great having a friend that was a telepath. But she hadn't really received any type of mind communication with Charles for a couple of hours. But knowing Charles, he'd be roaring drunk by now. Poor Raven, she snorted. Usually her sister would end up dragging Charles through the threshold of the house when he became too intoxicated. Raven would leave him in a heap on the floor before going to bed. It was her little way of revenge, having him wake up in the morning with a splitting headache and sore limbs from spending the night on the floor. Amelia would find him moaning to himself, about how he would never drink again, in the morning.
He'd have left her to flirt with some idiotic girl that would swoon at his 'groovy mutation' pickup line, her thoughts turned sour. Maybe he wouldn't even come home with Raven, the mutants mind seemed to taunt. Amelia felt her scales move before settling against her skin again. An ugly shade of bright red replaced the green of her skin. Who wouldn't love to spend a night with some gorgeous woman . . . or any woman, Amelia's jaw clenched. Anyone with a normal ordinary appearance, right? hissed her mind. Running a hand through her now red hair, Amelia let out a sigh. Tightly screwing her eyes shut she began whispering frantically "Control it. Breathe. Control it." She didn't stop her chanting until the familiar sensation of her scales shifting began.
Amelia, like Raven, could loss control of her mutation if she became stressed or over emotional. Luckily for Amelia, she had never lost control while she was in the presence of humans. Speaking of humans, she wondered how long Raven could last in that pub before becoming irritated and ruining Charles's chances of getting laid. Her sister could really be a witch when she wanted to be. "I'd give it an hour." She spoke to the empty room.
As the music slowly came to an end, Amelia pranced back to the wooden cabinets. "Oh well, I'll just have to drink for the both of us." She grinned. Taking another shot of an alcoholic brand she couldn't remember, Amelia climbed onto the breakfast bar. The tipsy lizard girl moved into her starting pose and waited for the music to start. Just as Amelia began shaking her hips off-beat to the music, she heard a faint noise.
Amelia quickly camouflaged with the surrounding kitchen space, leaving only a floating shot glass and hairbrush as evidence that she was actually there. The girl cursed before placing the objects on the counter. The mutant switched the radio off and listened for the sound again. She could hear gravel being crushed. Cracking her knuckles Amelia began to scale the kitchen wall. The lizard girl shuffled from foot to foot on the wall until her feet firmly stuck to the surface like her hands had. Creeping along the wall, Amelia moved towards the front door. As the sound got closer and closer to her home, Amelia prepared herself to pounce. The sound became louder and louder and- Suddenly Amelia lunged from the wall as the door opened.
A tipsy Amelia wrapped her arms and legs around the form standing in the doorframe. The figure stumbled back and placed his arms around Amelia's waist. The green lady laughed. "Well if it isn't Professor Xavier!" She teased. Her limbs tightened even more around Charles. "I'm so proud of you." Amelia mumbled into his shoulder. She pulled back her head and grinned at the newly qualified Professor.
Charles refused to look at her, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground. The grin left Amelia's face and she removed herself from him. "What's wrong?" Raven then entered the house but pushed past Charles and stormed into her room. Amelia watched her sister go and winced as she slammed her door. "Charles?" Amelia questioned, cupping his face with her green hands. "What's wrong?" Charles finally looked at her. Amelia could make out the flecks of grey in his blue eyes. But the worry present in those eyes took away from how breath-taking they were. The mind-reader opened his mouth but the words never passed his lips before he closed them again. Amelia stepped away from him then made her way back into the kitchen.
For a few moments, Charles stood in the doorway of his home looking like a lost puppy. Or in Raven's words, after his chat with Agent MacTaggert, an idiot. The sound of bare feet against wood became audible, making Charles turn towards the noise. Leaning against the wall now dressed in a long silk robe was Amelia. The telepath grinned. Amelia outstretched her arm and gave him a lopsided smile. In her hand she held a whisky glass. Charles ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm already drunk." He complained. The lizard girl tilted her head and raised a purple eyebrow.
"Since when has that ever stopped you before?" She questioned. Charles stared long and hard at the mutant. The girl never let her arm drop and wiggled the small glass in front of him. The liquid swirled and swirled seeming to slip Charles into a hypnotic trance. Seconds passed before the mind-reader huffed then grabbed the alcoholic drink away from Amelia.
"You," He pointed a finger at her. "Will be the reason I'll need a liver transplant." The accused girl crossed her arms. Only on a few occasions had Amelia ever given Charles alcohol. More often than not, she was the one that would sneak aspirin to the telepath recovering from his latest drinking games. Raven developed a habit of hiding all forms of aspirin from the medicine cabinet before the pair would go out. The habit began after Charles started his own. Becoming too unstable to walk home causing Raven to drag him . . . or maybe because he had vomited on her shoes that one time.
"Yeah, yeah, blame the lizard mutant." Amelia scoffed. Charles just smiled. Lately he had started to develop feelings that seemed inappropriate to him, considering Amelia's sister felt like his own flesh and blood. But he couldn't help it. Maybe it was Amelia's eyes, her golden irises that contained flickers of forest greens and chocolate browns and how they would make him lose all train of thought. Maybe it was the fascinating pattern of her scales, a mixture of different shades of green that stood out against her darker green skin colour. Maybe it was her long locks of purple hair which Charles couldn't resist from playing with. Or maybe it was because with just one look alone, Amelia could make him gasp for air. "Charles," mumbled a voice. "Hello? Charles? You in there?" The telepath snapped out of his trance.
He cleared his throat "Sorry," He scratched the back of his neck. "What were you saying?" He questioned. God, his mind cursed. You just looked like a complete fool in front of her. He rubbed his neck again.
Amelia just smiled. "I said," She spoke, taking the empty whisky glass away from Charles. "What happened at the pub?" The feeling of dread surfaced. Charles moved his gaze away from Amelia and focused on the large grandfather clock placed in the hallway. "Don't do that," Amelia whispered. "Don't shut me out." Charles could hear the crack in her voice. Raven and Charles were all she had. She couldn't bear to lose them. Without them she would be alone. She would be completely and utterly alone. Charles swallowed the lump in his throat then met her worried gaze.
"Moira," The name seemed to echo off the walls leaving a presence that unnerved Amelia. "Moira MacTaggert."