Xavier was
pleased with himself. He was absolutely certain that he had cleared up the
threat, which in the end had not existed at all. Thanks to his faithful
friends, it was also certain that the Avengers had been informed of the new
situation. The only thing that worried him a little were the emotions he had
felt on the Helicarrier. It seemed strange to him that he had perceived so many
sexual sensations there. But to think about it didn't bring him much at the
moment. After all, he had warned the others and they would investigate that.
But something like that didn't worry him either. It was not a threat that his
team would have to take care of. He had enough to do here as well. Fortunately,
certain groups had kept quite a low profile lately and since Erik was currently
in prison he could assume that there was no threat from this side at the
moment. At school there was still a lot of work for him. Some students had
final exams in a few months and at least 2 of them had indications that they
still lacked the necessary knowledge.
However,
these were exactly the problems he preferred to be burdened with. The problems
of a normal person who just wanted to teach the next generation. Sometimes he
felt the X-Men and their fight to be more strenuous than he had thought at
first. But it was the worldwide situation that was responsible, not that of his
students.
As he
rolled into his office and greeted the students as they ran back and forth
between lessons, he thought again about what had become of his life since that
fateful day on the beach. Arriving at his office, he looked out of the window
at the young students playing there. They ran around and enjoyed the safe
domicile he had offered them. Here they could all be without worries what they
really were. Mutants. And children. With it everything was reached what he had
intended at that time. One of his most longed for wishes had come true with
this school and when he thought of his first pupils he could hardly be more
proud.
Scott,
Jean, Logan, Nightcrawler, Beast, Jubilee, Storm and Rouge were all students of
the first lesson. They were not only the first students but also the first
X-Men. He had trained them in all the things that had occurred to him at the
time, but he also had to admit that they had only grown through the fights against
Erik. His former students had changed from students to a highly efficient
fighting group that could use their abilities like a well-oiled machine. What
pleased him the most, however, was the fact that they had put some mutants on
the right path. He had to think especially of Emma Frost, Gambit and Psylocke.
They had often been enemies of the X-Men, but after freeing themselves from the
dark influences, they had joined the X-Men and proved their worth.
Emma had
settled in particularly quickly and was very popular with the students.
However, this could also be due to her appearance. Most of his students were
male, after all. If he were younger AND could walk, he would probably run after
her just as his students did. But he wasn't young anymore and he couldn't run
anymore. And just today this fact burdened him more than anything else. He had
let his thoughts wander in Cerebro today and had seen what people wanted. He
had seen in one hundred thousand ghosts what most people thought of.
Unfortunately he had not been able to experience these joys for years. Not that
he would not be able to do it anymore, no to his luck or misfortune just this
part of his body was still very active, but nothing more had happened. After
his paralysis he had directed all his strength and striving to the mutants.
Therefore he had not come to lead a normal life. And it would have been so easy
for him. He was the most powerful telepath of this world. If he were less like
him then he could have lived out any of his fantasies without any problems. But
that would mean that he would abuse his abilities in a way that would violate
all his principles.
But to hang
on to such thoughts was just not helpful. When he finally wanted to turn his
attention to his work as headmaster of the school, he noticed that there was a
handout on his table. It carried the seals of SHIELD and was probably a report
about the incidents that led to the injury of Scarlet Witch. He was curious
already. He knew the abilities of this woman. Theoretically her powers were
similar to those of Jean. It was amazing that three Skrulls, who didn't even
belong to the warrior class of their people, should be able to do such a bad
thing to such a powerful woman. As he leafed through the report, the first
thing he noticed was that the alcohol content in her blood must have been
extremely high. In other words. She had been drunk as a fall when the incident
occurred. That would explain how the three of them managed to get to the
Helicarrier's infirmary. Their magical powers had always been chaotic and able
to rewrite reality to some extent. If she had been too drunk to completely
control her powers then almost any reaction could have occurred.
The rest of
the report, however, was extremely captivating as he had to admit. It was made
up of the various testimonies from first responders and a detailed account of
the first heroes on the scene. And to his delight these reports were quite
vividly written but left much room for speculation or thought games. And so he
started to think about what really happened on the beach. Because he knew
exactly that the truth stood between the lines of this report.
And while
the professor was thinking about what had happened there on the beach, the two
most powerful telepaths after him, Emma Frost and Jean Grey, felt a strange
stab in the head. It didn't last long, a few seconds at the most, and they
didn't worry about it. Emma just shook off the short pain while she was
checking a paper. As she went through the questions, she let her pen run
through her fingers over and over again just to then start absent-mindedly
guiding the pen along her full lips. And without realizing it she started
sucking on it as if she had a tail in her mouth. When she realized what she had
just done, she put the pen away laughing and rolled her eyes. A good sign that
she hadn't had a man for too long.
Jean,
however, was about to squeeze herself out of her uniform and prepare for the
day with the students. It was good to finally get out of this tight suit and
put on something more comfortable. As much as she liked her work as an X-Men,
the uniform was clearly not one of them! Laughing, she held the suit in front
of her and laid it on her bed as she decided to put on something more discreet
and not entirely body-focused. However, without thinking, she picked up a latex
push-up bra that highlighted her otherwise impressive bust size. But she didn't
seem to notice it at all and the cool latex felt very good on her skin, hidden
under her normal clothes.