It probably wouldn't fit in your ask, but I want to share. A little short story? Headcanon?
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This time the work was hard. Piles of papers and reports were piled on her desk, and she was trying to get it all done so she could finally give Ultra to Magnus and get some rest. Y/N was tired, and she could feel the hysteria building up, the tears in the corners of her eyes. She blinked a few times to get the tears out of her eyes, and then leaned back in her chair with her hands over her eyes and growled in frustration.
She needs a break. Otherwise, she's definitely going to put a strain on her nervous system as well as her eyes.
Y/N looked around her desk, realizing that there wasn't much left anyway, but this job was putting too much pressure on her. The girl sighs, trying to calm herself down. She gets up, puts a couple of cans of energy drink in her small bag, and goes to the bar.
.................
- Hi Swerve. I'll have the usual.
The girl smiles tiredly at the bartender minibot, taking a seat at her table, which stood on the bar. Just so no one, just in case, would trample on it and ruin it.
- Of course... Oh Primus, Y/N! What's the matter with you? You look awful for an organic human...
Even though Swerve was wearing a visor, you could feel his eyes widen with surprise. He tilted his head in a gesture of excitement, but accepted the order by placing a non-alcoholic cocktail in front of the girl.
The girl really didn't look her best-her hair disheveled and the bags under her eyes. So much so that she could have planted vegetables in them by now. Y/N just chuckled and shrugged. - "Well, you know how it is. A lot of work there, a lot of work here, a lot of reports you can't get done in time. And then you hate the world and you're ready to kill someone."
After sipping his cocktail, Y/N takes out one of the energy drinks and pours it into his glass. Swerve shuddered as she drank it all down without a wince.
- We're glad you've come to take a break from the paperwork. But I'm not sure you should mix these different Y/N drinks.
Chromedome speaks, with Rewind beside him, as usual. The Minibot touches her fingers to the girl's back in a sign of encouragement. She flinches and sighs noisily - the little archivist doesn't like it, and he looks at his partner, nods to him, and goes off to find Rung. They all love their little man, but they don't want to see her sad and throwing tantrums from lack of sleep and anger.
The girl leans back in her chair, ignoring the words of the big bot, who, taking the hint, steps away from her, places an order to Swerve, and leaves for the drinks room.
When she runs out of her drink, she decides not to order any more. She pulls a second can from her bag and opens it. Someone's large hand rests on the can and pushes it away, the girl looks disgruntled at the owner of the hand. It's Rang. Y/N lets out a quiet, convulsive sigh.
- Y/N, it's not worth it. Don't, please. You're probably just making it worse for yourself.
Rung, as always, is good at calming a man down. He manages to pick up the jar and pass it to Whirl wind, who is passing by. He is dumbfounded and ready to start his scolding, staring stupidly at the outstretched object, but when he lifts his helmet and sees Rung and the little man on the edge, he quickly takes the jar without saying a word and walks away. He understands everything.
The orange Autobot sits in a chair behind the counter and holds out his hand to the girl, patiently waiting for her decision. She gives up after a couple of minutes, standing up from the chair and standing on his palm, which gently sets her on his large knees. The girl leans back against the warm body, shielding her eyes. She did not hear the usual noise in the bar; it was as if it had become quieter. Or maybe everyone was silent, letting the little organic get through the moment.
Swerve poured the tea, Rung took it, gave it to Y/N, and she accepted it, taking a few sips.
- Shouldn't we ask Magnus to lighten the load? - Suggests Tailgate - we can see that a little more and you'll break....
- It's a normal load for a human, Tailgate. I just can't do it sometimes. It happens.
The girl sips some more tea, the white minibot visibly drooping. The warmth of Rung body and the soft beating of his spark calms her, Y/N relaxes. She feels a little more and she will fall asleep. Rung himself smiles imperceptibly - let her fall asleep, he will carry the human back to the living quarters.
- Someday I will fall asleep without self-loathing and the desire to crap the whole world....
Y/N whispers this with a smile, finally falling into a lifesaving sleep to the sound of someone's loud vent systems coughing. Many bots cast confused looks at the her.
Rung sighs softly, shaking his head - Y/N has completely driven herself. Carefully taking her in his arms so as not to wake her, he gets up and leaves the bar. As he brings her back to her hubsuit and lays her on the soft bed, covering her with a blanket, his gaze falls on the unfinished reports. The therapist turns his gaze to the human, as if thinking about something, and finally makes a decision. He sits down beside the bed, giving her body protection. A projection of the man, his holoavatar, appears in the air. The holoRung sits down at the table, examining the papers and finishing the rest. He doesn't find it difficult, he's happy to help his Y/N.
After sitting with her some more, holoRung kisses the girl on the cheek and forehead, and his projection dissolves into thin air. The real Rung smiles at the girl's calm appearance, and walks away, leaving her in silence and peace. Let her rest.
Jake had been coming to your food truck for months now. By now you knew what he liked best and always made sure to have extra made on the days he would show up like clockwork. It was amazing how much food he could put away sometimes and he always made you blush in some fashion, but then you could do the same to him.
He was easy to fluster, much like yourself, but sometimes, he would be smooth and sure in his words and he knew how to get your cheeks tinted pink. You were quite a fan of his own cute pink cheeks when you once told him you thought his glasses made him look like some kind of smart professor.
Whatever this thing was between you guys, it was easy and sweet and flowing right on at a nice pace. He’s taken you out a few times to wonderful little hole in the wall places to eat and drink, he really knew the cute spots in town.
He had even a time or two, taken you to his family's soccer games, you had found him delightful as you watched him cheer on his niece and her team.
He was simply, a sweetheart and you loved him. You haven't told him this yet, but....you did and you hope....it’s not one-sided.
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You knew what his job was, you knew he was military, you had only known him after the government pardoned him and his team, not before. So sometimes he would be gone for a week at a time, sometimes only a day, you could handle this, as long as he never did those months-long missions, you didn’t think your heart could take it.
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Your day as been....truly bathed in grey. Jensen’s been away on one of those week-long missions and this morning....your sweet little dog passed away. Needless to say, you have been struggling all day not to burst into tears and you were grateful for once the day had been slow and barely any customers.
It’s near closing time so you finally let some tears roll down your cheeks as you start cleaning and putting stuff away.
“What’s cookin good lookin?”
You startle and look out the little truck window and you smile seeing his handsome face again, “Jake!”
You quickly exit the truck and beeline for him, throwing yourself in his arms, arms around his neck as his arms wind around your waist, “Oh I missed you babe.” He whispers.
You don’t know what does it, maybe it’s knowing he’s home safe and sound, or just the sound of his voice after so long, but you just......burst into tears, ugly crying, burying your face into his neck.
You can’t see his smile slipping from his face or his concerned eyes, but you can hear it in his voice, “Sweetheart what happened?”
You don’t normally cry when you greet him so he knows this isn’t happy tears, you can barely get the words out on what happened, but when you do, his arms tighten around you, “Oh honey i’m so sorry.”
His voice sounds heartbroken himself, he had loved your dog after all, “He was old....his time...to go.” You barely get out, but it’s true, your fur baby was old and it was just his time, but oh it still hurt so much.
“I know, but it still hurts.” He whispers and now you can tell he’s crying too and you just hug him that much tighter.
Steve isn’t sure how long he stares down at the baby in the crib, looking up at him with blue eyes just like his own, blonde hair just like his own. Her eyes are red and wet from crying, her little fist balled up as she waves them around, looking about ready to cry again.
It was how Steve found her in the first place, it was pure chance he even came down to this level of the hydra base. Him, Nat and Sam had just wanted to make sure it was indeed empty and low and behold….the lower level had...well it’s not a nursery, it’s to...frightening to be one.
Medical equipment everywhere, the walls lined with formulas trying to create the perfect baby from him and his serum and it looks like they finally did and she’s...beautiful and Steve can’t and won’t leave her behind.
Just when Timothée thought things were going alright, that your friendship could turn into something more, the news crashed and knock down his hope. The two of you were in the car, talking about a movie when you suddenly tell him you’ll go out on a date with the same guy you tried to escape from but fell over anyway, a brainless dude. So, maybe Timothée has to change his plan and use “the force” to show you his the right man.
Pissed off falls short when trying to define Henry’s feelings right now.
After both of you broke up the last year, he haven’t seen anyone else despite his friends intentions to connect him with other girls.
He was recovering, little by little, until this night when you appeared to a friend of yours party and Henry was there. But you weren’t alone.
Your fiancé, Chris, came with you. He was further than happy about telling everyone else the good news that as soon as you both entered and took a sit, he shouted:
“We’re getting married!”
The only thing Henry could do was trying to seem everything’s alright, as long as the bottle of wine let him so.
"How many different lives would we be leading if we made different choices" Fox Mulder. A wonderful prompt for a wonderful fic, don't you think? Please? Please? (Yes, I watched All things again today and that's why I'm bothering you and all the others amazing fic writers on this site: you are too good to be left unbothered).
Okay, Anon, I’ll play.
Some Other Meby: mldrgrlRated: PG
There’s a Fox Mulder whose sister wasn’t taken from him by aliens. Instead, she died in a drowning accident at their summer home when she was four. His parents separated by the time he was in sixth grade and he lived with his father outside of DC because his mother was too full of grief to care for her remaining child.
Fox didn’t know very much about his father’s job when he was younger, just that his old man worked for the government, but there came a time, just after high school, that his father brought him to a gathering of men who asked him if he’d like to join their cause for the greater good. He worked with the syndicate for twelve years, growing more and more disillusioned with their intent, but feeling helpless to extract himself.
This Fox Mulder met Dana Scully inside the FBI office of Section Chief Blevins when she was being debriefed on an assignment that took her to the woods of Bellefleur, Oregon. His job was to take the little metal implant she’d collected as evidence and make it disappear. He could tell by the way she delivered her report that she had integrity, but he knew that before he even met her. His other assignment was surveilling her, and he’d spent over a month watching her at work, watching her at home, watching her at brunch with her mother, watching her type her reports and emails and reading them later.
Dana Scully seemed like someone who could help. He wrote her an anonymous letter in the dim blue light of his fishtank, his heart beating quickly the whole time. He told her he had information regarding a shadow government and a conspiracy to conceal the existence of extraterrestrials and an imminent invasion. He signed it Deep Throat and slipped it into her morning newspaper delivery. He instructed her to tape a letter X in her window if she wanted more information. That night, she did.
He had to work stealthily, knowing that if the syndicate were to discover the leak, he’d be executed before they even asked questions, but so would she, for the information he gave her. He tried to keep his distance, but someone found out. He didn’t know that Scully’s partner, Alex Krycek, was a double agent.
Fox Mulder’s body was found in an alley not far from his apartment, the supposed victim of a mugging gone bad. The only clue was a half-smoked Morley cigarette in the pool of blood beside his head. No fingerprints or DNA could be lifted.
Two days later, Special Agent Dana Scully went missing. She was last seen at Skyland Mountain.
*****
There’s a Fox Mulder whose sister has been a constant pain in the ass to him since she was born. She’s always pestered him, followed him night and day, stuck her nose in his business, got him into trouble, and yet, he couldn’t imagine life without her. Especially since their parents had been killed by a drunk driver when he was only ten and she was only six. All they had was each other.
Fox and Sam were sent to live with their grandparents in Virginia. A guidance counselor at Fox’s junior high school made a big impression on him when he helped him through the grief of losing his parents. From that time on, he decided he wanted to be a psychologist, and that he wanted to work with kids.
He meets Dana Scully at Sam’s wedding. The petite redhead is a friend from Berkeley studying medicine. Actually, she’s no longer at Berkeley, she’s working on her transfer to Georgetown for the Spring semester, where he’s just graduated. His sister drags her over to where Fox is taking advantage of the open bar. She demands he tell Dana Scully everything there is to know about her new school and even exchanges phone numbers for them.
Sam leaves Fox with her friend and turns to wink at her brother behind Dana’s back. They are both cognizant of the fact that they’ve just been set up and the initial moments are a little awkward. By the time Dana finishes explaining the plan for her senior thesis to Fox, something she’s tentatively calling Einstein’s Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation, he thinks he might be in love.
He waits until she finishes med school and he has a thriving practice to ask her to marry him. Sam takes credit for it for the rest of their lives, sure to tell their children and their grandchildren, that if it weren’t for her, they wouldn’t be here.
*****
There’s a Fox Mulder whose sister was taken from him when she was eight and he was twelve. He can remember being questioned a lot about her kidnapping. He can remember policemen showing his mother little plastic bags with fabric hearts pinned to little tags inside and asking if the fabrics looked familiar. And then one day Samantha is found, but she never speaks again and no one knows what happened to her.
He can remember feeling quite helpless and frustrated trying to get Samantha to talk to him. He tried a lot, offering to play her favorite games with her if she would tell him where she’d been, but there was something weird about Samantha now. She seemed to lack emotion. Sometimes Fox looked at her and thought she might be a robot.
His parents grow weary of the responsibility of a mute, unaffected daughter, and Samantha is institutionalized by the time she’s fourteen. Fox has just started college abroad, having won a scholarship to study at Oxford. His first year there, he dates a soulless girl named Phoebe Green, very quickly determining she must be a sociopath. He changes his major from Psychology to English Lit just to get away from her.
One of his required courses is a Myths, Legends, and Folktales class. It’s his favorite class. He changes his major again to Cultural Studies, fascinated by how many cultures have myths for the same phenomena and he grew determined to find a link between them. He writes his first book, Around the World with Bigfoot, when he’s still in graduate school.
He returns to Massachusetts to settle in Boston and research and write. When his father dies, he realizes it’s been at least twelve years since he’s seen his sister. His mom is too emotionally fragile to deal with Samantha, so Fox goes to the hospital where she lives to give her the news in person.
Samantha’s doctor is young, too young to be a doctor, Fox thinks. She looks even younger than Samantha. Despite her youthful appearance and small stature, Dana Waterston proves to be a wonderful doctor. He’s grateful for her presence as he awkwardly tries to navigate a one-sided conversation with his stoic sister. There’s just something about her. He starts visiting his sister frequently, and regularly after that.
He isn’t aware that Dr. Waterston is married until she turns him down for coffee one day. She doesn’t wear a wedding ring, so it wasn’t obvious to him. He still comes to see his sister though, because he can’t fight the urge just to stop cold turkey. A few weeks later, Dr. Waterston surprises him by asking him out for coffee.
She tells him her husband is cheating on her and he’s astounded that anyone would even dream of being unfaithful to her. She also admits that he’d left his wife for her when she’d been his med student, and that he can believe. He doesn’t know the first Mrs. Waterston, but he can’t imagine anyone more perfect than Dr. Dana….call her Scully now, as she’ll be returning to her maiden name when her divorce is final.
A few weeks later, Dr. Scully confesses to him that she read his book - the one about the Loch Ness Monster and other sea creatures. Does he really believe in those things? Her father is a retired sea captain and no, he’s never seen a mermaid or a selkie. That she knows of, he tells her. I believe in science, she says. Facts. The answers are there, you just need to know where to look.
He likes to argue with her about science and myth, getting her to raise that skeptical brow of hers the more incredulous the tales he spun. Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials? What do you know about The Philadelphia Experiment? Don’t you know the difference between a wendigo and a werewolf? It’s classic vampirism, Dr. Scully.
Soon, Dr. Scully’s residency in Boston ends and she is transferred to a hospital in San Jose. Fox Mulder follows her. He can write anywhere and he’s been thinking about writing a book about the chupacabra anyway. He heard through one of his newsgroups there’d been a sighting in Fresno and it’s not that far.
He follows her to Atlanta, where he researches a few haunted bridges. He follows her to Phoenix, where he befriends a fascinating Native American man named Albert Hosteen and learns about Navajo codetalkers. And he follows her to Tallahassee where he falls down a hole chasing what he insists are relatives of the Mothmen of West Virginia. Dana has to stitch his head and set his shoulder after that little trip to the forest.
After Florida, she tells him that he doesn’t need to follow her anymore. Just come with her.
*****
There’s a Fox Mulder who lived a normal, boring childhood in Chilmark with nothing very interesting to tell. His family spent summers on Martha’s Vineyard where he was a lifeguard during high school. He had a girlfriend named Amy who everyone thought he would marry, even he thought he would marry her, but it turns out, Amy was the only one that didn’t think they were perfect for each other. She ended their relationship the first year Fox went away for school.
His girlfriend dumping him was just about the worst thing that had ever happened to Fox. He decided to take a few years off to find himself. That’s what he told his parents and they thought he was wasting his potential. His mother told him that there were other fish in the sea. His father even offered to set him up with a prostitute, an offer he found both amazing, coming from his stuffy father, and disturbing.
He doesn’t really know what led him towards the path of law enforcement, but he found himself drawn to the idea of being an FBI agent. He only needed a high school education to apply, and high school had been a breeze for him. He passed all the entrance exams, psychological, and physical tests with flying colors. All those years running on the beach helped him get in shape, though it wasn’t obvious to look at him.
He met Dana Scully in the academy and he was nervous to talk to her. She looked like she might be harboring a crush on one of their instructors, Jack Willis, the way she hung on every word he said. The guy didn’t seem that impressive, so he wasn’t sure what she saw in him.
She beats the pants off of everyone at the shooting range and when he later asks her how she got to be such a great shot, she shrugs and tells him she has two brothers. It takes him awhile to ask her out, and she flat out turns him down. She calls him Mulder, as the instructors tend to do, so he calls her Scully.
He doesn’t really make any friends at the academy and spends a lot of time alone, running. He runs laps on a track at a local high school outside Quantico and he’s surprised one day when she joins him. She doesn’t say anything at first, and neither does he. He can tell she struggles to keep pace with him, but he doesn’t slow down because he’s pretty sure she’d be insulted.
Gradually, he learns a little more about her. She has a sister, as well as the two brothers. Her father was Navy. Her older brother is Navy. She was in med school until she was recruited, and she’s not sure if her parents have forgiven her yet. They so wanted her to be a doctor, but she felt like she could make a difference at the FBI.
As they near the end of their training, he wonders if he’ll ever see her again. His focus was on behavioral studies and hers was on forensics. He was headed to an office in the main branch in DC and she was headed to the labs at Quantico. At graduation, she introduced him to her sister, Melissa, the only member of her family to show up for the event. Melissa stared at him as though she could see right through him and it made him uncomfortable. He told her he’d keep in touch and he meant it. He was determined to find any excuse to see her again.
He only had to make excuses a handful of times before she told him she had decided to take him up on his offer for dinner from nearly six months ago. They moved in together after only a few short months of dating, but never married. Scully became the head of forensics at Quantico by the age of thirty-five. The youngest department head they’d ever had, and the first female. Mulder rose to Assistant Director heading the Violent Crimes Unit, but didn’t really like telling people what to do. He stayed in the position for a few years before taking a teaching position at Quantico. He likes it much better there and it’s so much easier to sneak in some time with Scully while they’re in the same building.
*****
There’s a Fox Mulder who was taken from his living room when he was twelve years old as his sister stood helpless and in shock. She ran next door to where her parents were having dinner and screamed that a white light made her brother disappear. He was never heard from again and his disappearance was classified as unsolved.
*****
There’s a Fox Mulder who spent a good portion of his teen years and early 20’s believing that his sister had vanished one night from home while his parents were out and he was asleep. Only after experiencing disturbing nightmares and a few sessions of regression hypnosis did he come to understand the truth of what had happened: his sister had been abducted by aliens.
Of course, his friends and colleagues thought he was crazy. His fiancee, Diana, left him. His superiors, once quick to refer to him as the golden boy of the FBI, seemed determined to make his life hell after he began requesting access to unsolved cases commonly referred to as X-Files.
Dana Scully is assigned to him on March 6, 1992. They begin with a handshake. Eight years later, Mulder lays in bed, with Scully’s naked body next to his, her head on his chest, and wonders if she’s right about all the paths that led them to this moment. If there is such a thing as fate or if he could be leading a different life right now. All things considered, he’s pretty happy with the one he has right now.
Original Request: Maybe you could write something like Erik being everyone's' dad. Literally everyone's'. To Kurt who doesn't really have anyone to speak German to, and Scott who never really had a dad that accepted him w/ his mutation, to Ororo who seems to have no parental figures at all, meanwhile Peter is like "I'm the only one here who is your real son!" And Raven says "You never told him that though so....."
A/N: In honor of Father’s day this one ended up on the top of my pile.
Erik strolled around the mansion taking in all the changes since he had been gone. He noted Charles addition of the basketball court with a retractable roof thanks to Hank. There were less trees than before, probably a result of some students displaying their powers and having a couple accidents. Charles had told him about what Scott had done to his grandfather’s tree on his first day. Jean had ripped a few out herself. The gardens were greener though, no doubt Storm had been keeping the rain coming to keep the grounds looking beautiful. As much as he hated to admit it, Charles really did have a great school going here and great kids as well.
Erik was heading for Charles office for their daily chess game when he spotted a certain blue mutant reading by the water fountain. Erik passed him and noted the book he was reading. It was a popular teenager’s book in Europe but it was in English instead of the original French. Erik had never read it but his wife had some time ago. She found them enjoyable before…
“Is that book any good?” he asked stopping for a moment. Kurt looked up at him.
“Hallo, Mr. Lehnsherr.” Kurt spoke with a perfect German accent.
“Kurt, you can call me Erik, or Magneto if you like.“ He said. Kurt looked a little nervous at that. “Mr. Lehnsherr is fine then.“ Erik sat down next to him. “You know, that book was originally in French, why don’t you read that version.“
“I don’t know French. The only other copy was in English; my first language is German and I know English, but no one ever taught me anything else. There also aren’t many books here in German. No one here speaks it either.“ Kurt looked a little sad about that and Erik realized how hard it must be for him here. No one speaks his language or knows his culture or religion very well. Erik felt sorry for him. Erik thought for a moment.
“Wie wäre ich mit Charles sprechen und sehen, ob wir nicht, dass Sie ein paar Bücher in deutscher Sprache zu bekommen?” Erik said without thinking.
“Really?” Kurt shook his head and corrected himself. “Wirklich? Ich würde es lieben! Vielen Dank Herr Lehnsherr!”
“Es ist kein Problem, Kurt. Ich werde mit Charles zu gehen sprechen . Genießen Sie Ihr Buch. Auch, wenn Sie jemals mit jemandem sprechen Deutsch wollen , lassen Sie es mich wissen.” Erik stood up and began heading off to Charles office. Before he could however, he smelled sulfur and felt a pair of lanky arms wrap around his middle. He looked down at the blue skinned mutant and patted his head. Kurt smiled up at Erik and Erik felt a tinge of pain from the look on his face. It was the same look Nina used to give him when she was little. Kurt released him and teleported back to his reading spot. Erik continued his walk.
After a quick visit in Charles office with the promise of playing their game later on after his lecture ended Erik set off to find something to do. He had been passing a hall when he heard a sound like thunder and saw kids rushing out of the library in fear. He had a bad feeling. He peeked in noting that Storm had blown a hole in the table next to her math book and her hands were smoking. There were books everywhere and papers strewn about on the floor. Except for her, the rest of the library was empty.
“I hate this!” she yelled in English and then began swearing in Arabic. At least, he guessed she was swearing. Erik didn’t speak Arabic. Erik looked at his fellow Horsemen and smiled to himself.
“Ororo,” he spoke. She turned to him with her hands still smoking. “You can’t just light the library on fire. Jean and I just rebuilt it.” She sat down with her arms crossed searing holes with her eyes into her math book. “Alright, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t understand this!” she pointed to her math book. Erik looked at it. She was working on algebra. “This, this algebra! I never had to learn this back home.”
“That doesn’t surprise me, you lived with a bunch of other children and the only education you got was from a busted TV.” He commented and she glared at him. If looks could kill… “Listen, you grew up differently than other kids. You didn’t get the same chances they did before they were mutants.”
“But I want to be on the same level as them. The Professor says I have to learn this book before I can move on but I don’t get it at all.” Erik looked down at the littlest Horsemen and sighed.
“How about this, what if I help you to get this and if you have any trouble come and ask me?”
“Really? You will?”
“Yes. I think by the time this is over you’ll get it. It just takes a little practice and patience.” Erik noted the burnt table. “And I think you should not use your powers in the library anymore.” She nodded in agreement and Erik looked at the problems she was working on. Storm didn’t stop smiling the whole time.
When Erik finally left the library after Ororo finished her homework he just wanted a moment to rest. He did not get this however, because as he was walking by the boy’s bathroom on his way to his room when a hole blew through the door sending Erik to the floor. He was gonna have to discuss the amount of damaged furniture in this house with Charles. When the beam ended he heard someone yelling.
“Give them back! Give them back right now!” he stood up and looked through the new hole. Scott Summers was standing in a circle of three other kids his age and one of them had his glasses. Since Scott couldn’t open his eyes he had his hand over them trying, and failing, to find them. The other boys just laughed. Erik felt his rage building and slammed open the door.
“What do you all think you’re doing?” the other boys stopped dead and looked as though they were all going to piss their pants. All of them knew what Magneto was capable of. “You could have hurt someone doing this. This is not how fellow mutant brothers should act towards one of their own. Return his glasses, now!” Erik spoke as the metal in the bathroom began creaking. The one holding his glasses put them in Scott’s hand. Scott put them on in seconds. “Now, get out. I want all three of you to report to Charles, I mean, the Professor, for your punishment. If you don’t go, well, let’s say you don’t want me to come looking for you.” They all ran out the door and Erik turned to Scott.
“Thanks Mr. Lehnsherr.” He said not looking at him.
“It’s nothing Scott. They had no right to act like that.” Erik said giving a glare over his shoulder.
“I’m pretty used to it. It’s fine.” Scott admitted. Erik felt his anger rising again. It bothered him that even within the mutant community kids still acted like this.
“No, it’s not fine. The next time they do something like that you come and tell me.” Erik was about to leave but stopped. “Listen Scott, I know you’ve been having a hard time since…” he didn’t want to say Alex. “But listen; if you need to talk or just want help with your powers then you’re welcome to come to me okay?”
“Really?” Scott asked looking up at him. “I can?”
“Yes, it’s no trouble.” Erik gave a light smack to Scott’s shoulder. “Now, let’s go tell Hank what happened so we can order a new door.” Erik and Scott walked out the bathroom and headed for Hank’s lab.
For the rest of the day and into the next day students kept coming up to him. Advice, homework help, help with their powers, pretty much anything and everyone came up and asked him for help with something. Even Jean who wanted help with her telekinesis. He had a nice chat with Kurt about his time in the circus. He helped Ororo prep for her math test. He even took Scott for a drive.
Charles had begun noticing how all the previous scared thoughts he had heard from his students about Erik had all turned positive almost overnight. Later that day he was sitting down and having lunch with Raven and Peter. Erik came running up ten minutes late.
“Erik, there you are!”
“Sorry, I was helping Hank fix the boy’s bathroom door and then Warren got stuck in a doorway and couldn’t get his feathers out of the wall. Then, Jubilee wanted to know if I would go shopping with her and Jean.” Erik looked at Charles in exasperation. “I don’t know how you do it Charles. I’m exhausted.”
“Erik, you’ve practically become a father to almost every kid on this campus.” Charles was impressed. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah, I suppose.” Erik smiled looking very much like a Great White Shark. “I forgot how great it feels.”
“Are you kidding me?! I'm the only one here who is your real son!” Peter suddenly burst out unable to hold it in anymore.
“Wait, what?” Erik said in pure shock.
“You’ve also never told him that though so...” Raven trailed off. Peter facepalmed and kinda laughed.
“Yeah, so about that…” Erik had a feeling he was in for another long talk.
A/N: German-
*How about I talk to Charles and see about getting you a few books in German?
Really? That would be great! Thank you Mr. Lehnsherr.
It’s no problem Kurt. I’m going to go talk to Charles. Enjoy your book. Also, if you ever want someone to speak German with please come find me.
