A revelation, one that shouldn’t have been surprising when learning of his own death in the future but it felt that way; like some piercing wound because while Alex may have been no more than a friend, he felt like family and if he felt like this…then he could only imagine how the boy felt; losing his parents at a young age had been painful for Charles, to spend his years and not have them to turn to ...sometimes he could hear his mother’s voice in his dreams…he could hear her singing and in the end that was all he had left of them.
“I’m sorry…I know what it is to lose family, no one should have to go through that…not before it’s their time anyway.” People were meant to grow old and die, but somehow it often felt like anyone that touched their world, mutant, human or otherwise, always seemed to meet an end one way or another. The Professor had never felt so helpless, so with a need to know what he was…who he was and Scott had all the answers.
He brought his fingers forward, resting them on the side of the boys temple. “If it becomes too much, all you have to do is tell me and I will stop.” Memories were an overwhelming thing because the mind often stored far more than we wished to recall. Charles was hesitant for a brief moment before he entered the boys mind, in search of answers though at first all that hit him was everything that had happened to Scott: the good, the bad, the painful. He saw himself eventually, the School. Hank & a red head he would come to know as Jean. He found answers and with them came a need to care; that was the moment he pulled himself out.
“Well then…you are not alone Scott, you have my word on that.” he promised.
“I...” I know? No, that wasn’t the right thing to say and plus what did he know? Truly? Besides the fact everyone from the past had lost their normalcy and those they loved what did he know about the professor? Charles. “Yeah.” He decided on finally, a frailty to his voice that he wished would perish. He stopped himself from flinching away at the elder’s touch, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt him. He trusted the professor, so he remained without a flinch.
Lips pressed together, he spoke. “Okay.” He hadn’t expected the rush of memories, the plane, the hospital, missing Alex, reuniting with Alex, Lefty, that doctor, Jack, Jean, everything... He missed them. He truly did. Hank, Jean, all the X-Men. They had--- ... he missed them. More then he could put into words.
He blinked his eyes, Charles’ words touching him far more then he wished they would. Sewing him in the heart with might he could barely fathom. “So.... what now?”
