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Chapter 2 - Unwanted visitors

It was the following day and the agent honestly still had no idea why Charles Xavier wanted to continue the rest of their talk in London. It got even weirder the second the car pulled up in front of Ann's place. Moira didn't understand why they were here. If Ann knew she was there, it would be the definite end of what was left of their little friendship.

Charles's suggestion to head for London, because he knew of a great place to eat during their talk, might have been true. But to stop here of all places? Something was off and for one thing, Moira did not believe in coincidences.

"So, this place you mentioned…" She said whilst lowering her head a little to look out of the window in the direction of Ann's place. "Is it around here?"

"It's not too far." Charles replied his eyes moving to the left. "There's something else I'd rather do first, if you don't mind."

Moira was certain that she was going to mind. Strangely enough, Charles had already told her this morning that he was more than willing to help her in any way that he could. Yet, here they were. In London. When she turned back to Charles, she caught him staring at her. An apologetic look adorned his face.

"I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with you, agent MacTaggert." He suddenly said.

Well, at least her hunch had been a little bit right. Moira crinkled her nose and motioned for the professor to continue.

Charles took a deep breath and started to explain a little bit more about himself. Nothing major, just a couple of details he had left out about him and what he could do, making a comparison with what Moira had seen a couple of nights ago in Vegas. The CIA agent's mouth slowly opened with surprise and minor shock as he went on. How he could read minds, the things he had seen in hers last night. Which was why he agreed so quickly and without hesitation.

Though he did tell Moira a couple of things about himself, there were certain things he didn't reveal. Such as his ability of being able to communicate telepathically aside from reading minds. This was all very new to her and he had no desire to scare her, despite what she'd already seen for herself.

"We're not here for an actual lunch then?" Moira asked, arching an eyebrow.

She found it a little hard to believe that he was like those people that she had seen. He didn't look like them at all. If anything Charles Xavier looked and acted incredibly, well normal was a big word, but like any other human being. But on the other hand, she wasn't that surprised. His knowledge on the subject of genetic mutation was something else.

"Lunch is always an option. But I'm more interested in your friend." He averted his gaze towards the building just outside of the car.

The woman blinked, slightly confused once again. "You mean, Ann?"

Charles nodded. "If that is her name. You visited her yesterday. She was on your mind a lot last night. I'm sorry, but I also stumbled across the reason why you went to her. What you suspect that she might be..."

He said the latter part rather carefully. But Moira's expression spoke volumes, even though he could also hear them perfectly. It was difficult for Charles to stop from prying, but it made things so much easier. Especially considering the current events.

"Listen, professor, thank you for being honest and explaining why we're here, although a heads up on this would have been nicer." Moira said. "But after what happened yesterday, I doubt Ann will be happy to see me. She probably won't even let me inside. Coming here was most likely a waste of time."

As soon as she said those last three words, Charles's hand was already at the door. Before Moira could stop him, he'd already stepped out of the car. She followed him with her dark eyes, but stayed right where she was. In fact, she moved more to the centre of the car, to make sure Ann would not be able to spot her.

While she moved, the other person sitting across from her in the taxicab cocked her head and threw her a coy smile. Her name was Raven and she was Charles's sister. He'd insisted that she was to come with them. Where he went, she went. It was not up for debate.

She was a beautiful young woman. Blond hair, a broad smile and slightly rounded cheeks. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Moira.

"Your friend," She began. "You think she has an ability, like Charles?"

Moira's mouth twitched a little. She really was not in the mood to talk about this. "It's merely a suspicion. I'm sure it's nothing." She replied.

"It's okay, you can tell me." Raven leaned forward and clasped her hands together in her lap. "I can tell you're incredibly intuitive. I'm sure you must have an example?"

Meanwhile, Charles Xavier was currently standing on the pavement, right in front of a dark green door. There was no name visible next to the little golden bell. He had no plan on how to go from here, but based on Moira's response as well as thoughts, he was sure about one thing. He had to take his time to figure out how to approach her convincingly. But most importantly, that she wasn't alone and that he meant no harm.

With one deep breath, he moved his hand and pressed the button. He listened to the bell ringing loudly behind the door, however there was no other sound following up. He frowned and rang the bell once again, alas to no avail. A different sound then caught his attention. He stepped back as the distinct noise of a window opening up came from above him.

Charles looked up rather expectantly and then, after a couple of seconds, a woman appeared poking her head out of one of the windows. His heart stopped, but only for a moment. He didn't have any sort of proof yet, other than what he'd seen in Moira's head, but this could very well be someone special.

Actually, that was his hope more than anything. To find more people, like him and Raven.

He raised his arm and waved. "Hello, up there!"

"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice a little on edge as if he'd disturbed her during something important.

"I'm looking for Ann?" He shouted back and he could see her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Ann who?" She countered.

Normally this could have been a problem, if Charles had been a normal man. But he wasn't and thankfully the information he needed was floating around in the woman's mind the second she asked him that question.

"Hannah Weber." He said loudly.

The look of shock on her face said it all. The window shut almost immediately and Charles felt rather nervous all of a sudden. He glanced over his shoulder at the car, seeing Raven and Moira talking. Leave it to his sister to know exactly how to make sure he would not be disturbed.

Charles waited patiently. Now that he had seen her, he was able to see exactly where she was, which was not too far from opening the door. Seconds never felt this long. He was this close of calling her with his mind, when a click sounded. The door opened, revealing Moira's friend and her expression was anything but friendly.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Charles Xavier." He extended his hand towards her. Ann wasn't saying a lot verbally, but her mind certainly was and she did not want him to be there at all.

She stepped back and opened the door a bit further, her eyes looking past Charles at the car parked directly in front of her building. Ann gritted her teeth, obviously having spotted Moira in the back of the cab.

"Why are you here?" She looked back at Charles.

"Merely to talk, I assure you."

"On behalf of Moira MacTaggert, I presume."

As Ann spoke, Charles caught the thoughts and images of the conversation the two women shared yesterday. One thing was for sure, Ann was upset with Moira and the other thing was that Moira had definitely been right with her gut feeling.

Ann was like him and Raven.

"My own, actually. But I have Moira to thank for it." Charles continued finally placing his hand back in his pocket, realizing Ann was not going to greet him politely.

She did not trust him. From the minute she saw him and he called her out by her real name. Still she had come downstairs to see him, which was something. There really was only one thing left to do and Charles truly hoped she wasn't going to slam the door in his face.

"I think you should leave." Ann moved her hand towards the handle, but Charles reached out and placed his fingers against his temple.

'Please, Miss Weber. I'm sorry for intruding, but I believe you and I have something in common and I would really like to talk to you.'

Charles was so engaged with convincing the woman in front of him that he meant no harm, that he didn't pick up on the swift decision Ann took which resulted into something colliding with his face and his back hitting the pavement.

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"Does it hurt?" Raven asked as she pressed a slightly wet towel against her brother's eyebrow.

Charles flinched and opened one eye to look at her. "Only when you touch it, Raven."

Ann had hit him good and quite unexpectedly. It was his own fault in a sense, but she didn't have to knock his lights out. He took the towel from Raven and held it against the cut above his eye. He looked up at Raven, who had her lips pressed together in a tight line to hold back a laugh.

There were two loud voices coming from the living room. The walls of Ann's house were incredibly thin, Charles didn't even have to try and read their minds as he could hear each word perfectly.

"I can't believe you did that."

"Moira, you brought a stranger to my house. Two strangers! After I asked you yesterday to not bother me again."

"Technically you only told me to leave,- But, I'm sorry! If I knew this was going to happen I wouldn't have,-"

"You tried to hide yourself in the back of that taxicab!"

Moira bit her bottom lip. Ann was right, at least about some things. This was all Charles Xavier's fault, if he had been honest with her from the beginning, she could have prevented this from ever happening.

"Sorry, love. But I very much doubt that you could have." A male voice entered the room, having read her mind and Moira turned her head towards him. "I'd like to have a word with your friend, if you don't mind?"

She did mind it a little. It felt very much that this stunt Charles had pulled, was going to be the reason Ann would never allow her near again. If that happened, it was all on him. Moira nodded and walked towards the kitchen where Charles had left Raven behind. He waited until she was out of sight before turning his attention to Ann.

"You mustn't blame Moira for this. She had no idea we were coming here." He explained.

"I don't even know you. How did you even know about me? Where I live or my name for that matter?" Ann was positively furious.

After she clogged Charles to the ground, she'd made no effort to help him up. Not even when Moira and Raven jumped out of the car to help him on his feet. She'd managed to cut the skin on the edge of his eyebrow with her ring, causing a little bit of blood to trickle down his cheek.

Moira had thrown her an angry glare and without even asking, went into Ann's house to take care of Charles's minor injury. Raven had followed suit, after giving Ann a smile and a short introduction on herself. She didn't seem fazed at all at what had occurred.

"Those are all very good questions. Let me just sit down for a minute here." Charles replied, removing the towel from his head after sitting down on Ann's couch.

Ann stood a few feet away from him, arms crossed over her chest and her eyes following his every move. It would indeed be a long time before he would gain her trust, of that he was sure. But Charles wasn't ready to give up. She was one of the first other mutants he'd ever met before in his life and he wasn't planning on letting go.

"Thank you for allowing us inside by the way." He said.

Ann shrugged. "I am not completely uncivilized."

"I'm grateful for that. Though your punch would suggest otherwise." He let out a short chuckle but quickly cleared his throat when he caught her glare.

"I'll try to keep it short. As you've already noticed, I have a certain ability." Charles quickly tapped the side of his head. "I can read minds, as well as communicate with them. As I've already shown you."

He paused, but Ann was in no mood to respond to his words, thus he continued.

"I caught a glimpse of Moira's memories. The talk you had yesterday and what was going through her mind during that. Needless to say, it caught my interest and that's the explanation as to how we're here. As for the reason of why."

'I think you can guess that one quite easily.' He tried once more.

She was afraid, Charles could tell as much. Her own reasoning behind her fear of him was a common one too. Denial. The need to be accepted. But there was something else, something he wasn't going to talk to her about for the time being.

"I don't know what it is that you think you saw or heard. A person's mind is a tricky thing. Perhaps Moira perceived things differently than they actually were. I suggest that if you're feeling quite better, to leave my house as soon as possible."

"I'll be honest, Miss Weber. We could really use your help. Moira could use your help." Charles groaned a little as he pushed himself away from the couch. "The things she told you are very true. She's looking for those people, now I'm only here to help her and convince her bosses that what we are, that means you and I,-"

Ann's mouth twitched as he said that.

"Is very real. Look, I know you're scared..." He took a step towards her. "And I'm not even sure what it is you can do. But Moira came to you as soon as she set foot on English soil, because she thought you could help her with this."

He was getting through to her or at least a little bit. She was most definitely contemplating her previous decision. But Charles could also see that she was still trying to convince herself of saying no.

"Moira merely wanted my opinion, Mr. Xavier." Ann replied distantly. "She got what she asked for and that was all there is to it."

"It's Professor, actually." Charles corrected her.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Professor Xavier." He continued, he was about to say more but as it turned out he didn't have to.

"You're the one who gave the lecture at Oxford on genetic mutation." Ann quickly concluded letting out a frustrated sigh.

Charles couldn't stop the grin forming on his face. "The very same. "

Ann ran a hand through her caramel blond hair. Her mind rushing through several scenarios and decisions. It was now or never for Charles to try and convince her. A proposal without applying too much pressure and just enough pleading to make her say yes.

"If I may make a suggestion?"

"By all means, why would I say no to that?" Ann retorted.

"Yes, well,-" Charles cleared his throat. "My suggestion is that you come with us to the US. To the meeting Moira has planned. We'll keep what you are a secret and if you still don't want to help her out after everything, then you can go back I will never bother you again. The CIA will pay for your flight and accommodations of course."

Already he could hear Moira protesting from the kitchen, which seemed to amuse Ann at least a little. Her decision was finally a clear one now. Though there was still doubt and the reluctance to tell him what it was that she could do. But the man already had an inkling based on what he saw in Moira's head as well as the fear haunting Ann in the back of her mind.

"And if I say no?" She asked him with a frown.

Charles smirked and tapped his temple on the right side of his head. "I believe I already know your answer."

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