c h u c k

Created in secret from the D.N.A of renowned geneticist and telepathic mutant, Professor Charles Xavier, 'Chuck' was the first clone to survive the duplication process. Manufactured without public knowledge, the U.S. Government allowed research to be conducted into mutant cloning. Having been grown not born, Chuck lacked the memories and life experience that made Charles who he was, leading to the belief that the clone was a failure. It was put on official record that the clone was terminated, but was he?

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[fangsforhirearchive]

{ Oh how he could relate. How many times had he felt out of place? Living up to Harry’s standards? Of course he’d failed. He wasn’t capable of being so virtuous and selfless fuck knows how Harry did it. He made it seem easy and yet Lucien knew that underneath it all was a child trapped choking for mercy, never having been able to live. It was sad really and when science became involved? Even worse. } ‘This is gonna sound strange but trust me. If anyone can understand. It’s me. I’ve never had a childhood either. I was created, kinda like you, kinda not and Xavier? Where do you think my telepathy comes from?’ { Tapping his temples, he offered the stranger a rare smile, self-conceit almost gone. Charles Xavier had always been a weakness but this man? Oh this man was more familiar than a baby’s lullaby. They were few he could connect with. }

‘Just don’t call me my friend. He does that. Name’s Lucien, just Lucien. Like you I don’t even possess a last name.’

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Someone who understood him, that wasn’t something he’d expected. So many looked to the clone as the man he was meant to be, expecting his every word to pour out in the same manner as the original, yet what they found instead was just a quiet young man with an uncannily familiar face. He had his own thoughts, his own opinions, and he wouldn’t pretend to be someone he wasn’t. It was a rarity to come across someone who understand that.

“It’s... reassuring to know that someone understands, all-be-it rather fascinating at the same.” Chuck smiled slightly, admittedly curious about the other man’s admission, but he had a feeling they could touch up on that subject more at a later time.

He wasn’t about to let such rare common ground be lost.

“Ah, yes, sorry.” He replied, realising that he may have picked up one or two traits here and there that were similiar to Charles. “Would I be right in presuming that you know him well? Aside from your telepathy deriving from him, did you know him personally?”

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“I have a feeling you are most definitely someone, my  friend.” A puzzled look spread across Charles’ face as he tried to figure out this stranger who not only had Charles’ face, but his name, too. In addition, it seemed this man  had recognised Charles on sight. “It’s a pleasure…  Charlie.” He extended an arm towards him, unsure if his doppelgänger would accept the handshake. “But how  exactly do you know me?”

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Admittedly, the young clone was hesitant in his response, but he saw no reason to be rude to the man, he couldn’t blame him for something he’d had absolutely no control over. “-- - you too... Charles.” He greeted with a firm shake of the telepath’s hand. “If we’re going to go down that road, I’m going to need a drink, and preferably something a little stronger than tea.”

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‘I wouldn’t say surprise exactly….’ { It made sense. Charles was a telepathic genius, one of the most powerful mutants in the world. If there was going to be a copy of anyone made it was him, not that that thought comforted him. More eyes to avoid. More prying attempts to get into his mind. They were all the same. Their efforts futile but relentless, wouldn’t they ever get the message? } ‘Charlie? Like for real? Okay, okay. I’ll call you Chuck; it sounds less cringe-worthy.’ { Sympathy crossed his expression as the man spoke of being different, seeing the questions behind his eyes. Of course he would be curious; that was the problem, it was rare for them having to bother do anything but delve into someone’s mind. Lucien must be a rarity to them, an enigma they could never fully understand. }

‘So you’re basically an alter-ego? Not a clone? You just have the same physical appearance?’

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Charlie didn’t like this, he didn’t like being put in the limelight, his entire existence had become something of a typing error, ever trying to evade the original Charles Xavier’s shadow that never seemed to cease it’s heavy loom over his head. He wasn’t Charles, and he was tired of his every action, his every word being compared to someone else, to someone he didn’t want to be.

He was Charlie, just Charlie.

“Thanks...” He managed with slightly furrowed brows, although he could somewhat understand. If the stranger knew the telepath, there would be some kind of history there. He just didn’t know whether it was good or bad.

“I... I suppose you could say that.” The clone agreed with a slight shrug of his shoulders, he’d never really given it a great deal of thought, never opting to put a term or title on himself. He was a clone, he was a mutant, a telepath, that was enough.

“As I said before, our life experences differ. I... was never a child, I have no parents, no family. Everything I know came from the minds of... of eccentric madmen.” That his way of naming those who had created him. “I’m me, my friend, no one else.”

[starofhonor]

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[starofhonor]

“Sometimes, yes.” He admitted with a small shrug and a tiny smile. “But too much a that’ll ruin a persons humility. An’ really in this line a work that’s more important than anythin’. I fuck up a lot an’ I know it. I’d rather people called me on my shit early so’s I could try an’ fix it.”

He looked down at the bags of art and flashed a brilliant smile back at Charlie. “Art. Not everybody knows but before the war it’s what I was studying. I was pretty good at history an’ all that, though Buck always whooped my test scores fer science but what I really loved ta do was art. Most of it charcoal, since I couldn’t see a whole lotta colors.” That grin mellowed but didn’t fade completely. “But hey- idle shopping can be fun. What you lookin’ at now?”

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Such a reply didn’t alter the clone’s view of him at all, if anything it only fuelled his admiration of the man who showed him such honesty. He hadn’t seemed to change, even after all this time, he was still the notable man of his word, a man who stood fast by his morals, and Charlie couldn’t say there were a lot of people who did the same these days. The world wasn’t what it once was, but knowing there were still maybe one or two people like the intrepid Captain around was somewhat comforting.

“I must admit, I wouldn’t have pegged you for an art enthusiast, although now that I think about it, I’m not terribly sure why.” Chuck admitted with a slight chuckle, he knew better than most that looks could often be deceiving. “I’m afraid my day stands rather pale in comparison.” The young brunette smiled to himself as he spared a glance down at his own shopping bags. “I was actually just buying a few bits and pieces for the fridge and what-not. My cupboards were getting a little... bare.”

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{ To say he nearly choked on his tongue was an understatement, the vampire’s expression twisted in disbelief; blinking rapidly; processing this new information and well – he was telling the truth - but how? Why? Wasn’t there enough fucking Charles’s in the world? } ‘A copy? Someone copied-‘ { Unable to stop himself he laughed, the sound bordering on hysteria. Oh my and he’d thought Onslaught was the only thing he would have to avoid, baring his ex husbands face. Apparently not. Now they were copies roaming around. } ‘Okay, what’s your name? Please don’t tell me it’s Charles.’ 

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“Does that surprise you?” The telepath asked out of genuine curiosity. He didn’t know the ins and outs about why the stranger was quite so surprised, or perhaps he was more apalled than surprised? Either way, Charlie could feel the never ending thirst begin to rise, the need to know more, the need to understand. It was one of the least favourite traits he’d picked up from the infamous mutant.

“Charlie.” He replied with ease, adding a small shrug of his shoulders. “Some people like to refer to me as Chuck, just... well, anything but Charles.”

Who was this man? Who was he to Charles Xavier? How did he know him? These were just a few of the questions that boiled behind blue eyes, there were too many possibilities and it seemed he couldn’t just reach in and find the answers for himself. “I’m not like him, you know. There are... similarities, yes, but our experiences differ, defining us into two entirely different personalities. I’m just... Charlie.”

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                                          “It’s for our                                                    own good.”

[starofhonor]

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[starofhonor]

He blushed and dropped his hand after a few seconds. “Oh no, well, not tiresome anyway.” He said chuckling softly, blue eyes twinkling with mirth. “I mean it’s always disconcerting to have admirers at all but no, it’s nice to meet people who think I’m doing the right thing. Makes a man feel good to know people share his opinion.” Steve said with a laugh.

“So Charlie, what did I interrupt you at today?” He wrinkled his nose in a laugh, still easily holding the bag of art supplies on his hip.

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The telepath couldn’t hold back the amused smile that crept onto his lips. Charlie couldn’t say he was an overly cheery person, he liked to enjoy himself, enjoyed being playful when the time called for it, but he wasn’t necessarily good with complete strangers. Steve, on the other hand, had managed the impossible, enlightening the clone’s sense of humour when curiosity should have been at the top of his list.

“It must be reassuring, in some ways? Knowing that people think so highly of you, that... well, that you could do no wrong?” He asked, letting his free hand find it’s way back into his trouser pocket to keep warm.

“I wish I could say I was doing something productive, but I’m afraid my day has so far been filled with little but idle shopping.” Charlie chuckle to himself, gesturing to the bags of goods in his hand with his chin. “It looks like you’ve been rather busy yourself, my friend.”

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{ A mutant? Was he fucking having a laugh? None of this was funny to Lucien. He’d had just about enough of Xavier look alike’s. Meetings with them never ended well, he couldn’t see how this would be any different and grit his teeth, exasperated. } ‘Right and I’m god’s gift… I wasn’t talking about whether you were a mutant or not – I meant.’ { He broke off and growled out a small warning feeling as the man tried and failed to break through his defences; eyes shooting him a cold look. No. No one was going to access his mind without his permission; not after the amount of time and effort he had taken to build his walls. } ‘Let’s try this again. What relation do you have to Charles Xavier?’

[clonedtelepathy-blog]

There it was, the name that haunted the telepath’s sleep, the name that taunted him every time he dared close his eyes. He didn’t hate Charles, of course he didn’t, but there was a deep seated jealousy that never seemed to ease. Charlie was just a copy, a knock off of this... infamous Professor, and he had been reminded more than once that was all he was, a failed copy.

He bore the man’s visable likeness, but he hadn’t the same experiences, the same upbringing, which made him different.

“I’m not quite sure you could call me a relation.” He admitted with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “I’m a clone... a... copy of Charles Xavier.”

[vividmcavoy]

Shakespeare Retold -Macbeth, 2005

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[starofhonor]

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[starofhonor]

“I…” He frowned a bit. He was pretty damn sure that this man was Charles. He hadn’t been there when Charles was a young man but they’d shared their memories, both trying to help work Steven though the trauma he’d faced in the war and trying to show Charles what Eric had been like when he’d first gotten out of the camps. Then again, the walking and the hair might be a point in the other mans favor. “I’m sorry… you just look so remarkably like a friend of mine…” He said eventually. He supposed that even if the man was Charles he wasn’t required to talk to Steve if he didn’t want to.  “I’m Steven.” He said and held out his hand to shake as if the whole world didn’t know his name. Honestly he wasn’t recognized as often as he thought when he was out of uniform and meeting new people was always nice….right?

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Charlie had to admit that he was a little starstruck by the entire situation. Of course it made sense that the Captain would know the Professor, that their paths would have crossed at least once or twice over the years, but actually getting to meet the super soldier in person, have him walk up to the brunette and address him so warmly, it was strangely... pleasant. “No, no, it’s... ah, it’s hardly your fault is it?” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he used his hand to gesture his uncanny features.

“Yes, I’m well aware of who you are, sir.” Charle admitted politely, feeling as though his heart was about to beat it’s way out of his mouth. He took the man’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “I’m Charlie, or Chuck if you’d prefer. It’s something of a pleasure to meet you, if I’m completely honest.” He couldn’t mask the boyish glee that managed to beam across his features no matter how hard he tried. “I’m terribly sorry, my friend, I imagine you must find it rather tiresome coming across perhaps naive admirers.”

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     He’d felt a strong presence from the stranger the moment he passed him by, but it was unsettling. Unlike any normal mutant he’d come across, in fact. There was something almost sinister about the feeling that surrounded him… and then he spoke. Quickly spinning round to face him, Charles felt a strange sensation - almost like a bolt of lightning had made a circuit through his entire body. 

     For a moment he could hardly comprehend who, or what, stood in front of him. He would’ve liked to put him down as a doppelgänger of some kind, but he knew this couldn’t be the case; he decided to take a cautious approach. “Yes, that would - that would be me.” He took a moment to survey the individual closely before he continued. “And who might you be… ?” 

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Charlie didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to simply turn and run, tear through the streets and never look back, but the other part of him was stuck fast, too startled to move a single muscle. Even as the man spoke, the clone could feel his throat run dry, each thud of his heart painfully strong beneath his chest.

He knew who he was, of course he knew, he’d seen this man’s face on more than one occasion through the years, but seeing him for himself, standing before him like some kind of sorded magic trick, it reminded him what he was, what his creator’s kept embedded into his skull. ‘Nothing but his clone.’ “Charlie, or er... Chuck, depending on what you’d prefer really.” The brunette managed through short uneven breathes. “I’m... well, I’m no one, honestly.”

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[starofhonor]

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Steve sighed and shifted the bag in his arms. He’d been out shopping and found a nice little art store. He’d blown more money on this than he probably should have but Sam had mentioned that if group therapy wasn’t his thing that he could try art therapy instead and so he’d splurged. Walking down the street his eyes drifted across all of the other people he passed. Wondering what their stories were, what they held in their lives when his line of sight lighted upon a familiar face. He must have done a double take, maybe even a triple take. There was no way - could it be? Really? “Charles?” He asked brightly and wound his way over to where the man was standing. “Charles I can’t believe it! Look at you! You look fantastic, you’re standing - and you’ve got hair!” He grinned from ear to ear like the young man he actually was. 

@clonedtelepathy

[clonedtelepathy-blog]

The day had been rather unproductive, much like any other, and that was how Charlie preferred it. He’d seen more and more in recent weeks, the rise in concern as people became more open about their mutations, groups speaking out, all good reasons for the clone to keep his head down, to keep his days as average as possible. Or so he hoped.

Stopping outside a shop on his way home, the telepath glanced inside the window. He couldn’t decide whether to go inside and fill the cupboards up with, what some people might call, absolute rubbish. Cereal, crisps, chocolate, anything, he, unlike the original, didn’t train. He had no reason to.

Though as his brow began to tense with idle thought, the sound of a man’s voice caught his attention. For a moment, he tried to ignore it, deciding it couldn’t be directed at him, until he felt the presence near. “I...” Chuck turned with a look of utter surprise on his features, light blue hues blank as they observed the unfamiliar male. Yes, he recognised him, he had seen his face splashed all over newspapers on more than one occasion, but he had certainly never met him.

Then he realised. Charles. The surprise that he was walking, that he still had a full head of hair. It was a case of mistaken identity. “I’m sorry, my friend, but I’m not the man you think I am.” The clone admitted politely. “I’m... I’m not Charles Xavier.”