Fair warning: I should be in bed by now
The bang of air being rapidly displaced disturbed the relative peace and quiet of a lazy afternoon on the school grounds. Charles had meant to spend the sunny day reading in the shade of a tree. Maybe remind the students not to accidentally kill themselves or each other.
He had not meant for the afternoon to be disturbed by a wormhole, suddenly opening itself right in the middle of the terrace. On the list of things Charles didn’t want to happen, wormholes tended to rank pretty high even. It didn’t help that the woman stepping through the wormhole looked vaguely familiar, like Charles knew her counterpart from his dimension.
With a deep sigh, Charles closed his book. He didn’t want to but as headmaster, he probably should see what the woman wanted. Irritatingly enough, he couldn’t read her thoughts clearly, as if she was blocking him out. It didn’t make approaching her any easier. Too bad it couldn’t be helped.
As he wheeled up to her, she looked around, one hand stemmed in her hip. Just when he was about two or three confident strides away from her, she turned, focusing all her attention on him. “Is this Xavier’s school?” she asked, slight disdain in her voice.
“What, may I ask, is your business here?” Charles asked back. She definitely ticked hin off. He just couldn’t tell why yet.
She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering a lot less on the chair than his face. Her lips moved for a moment. “You’re Xavier. You’re this world’s Xavier.” It wasn’t a question. Without any input from Charles, his chair rolled forward, coming to a halt directly in front of her. She dropped to her knee, snatching one of Charles’ hands in hers. “I’m so glad I found you right away.”
“What…?” Her touch was warm, familiar almost. Charles narrowed his eyes. Then, as realization hit, he groaned. “Oh no no no no no.” He pulled his hand back, out of her grip. “No!”
“No?” the woman gasped. “I didn’t even do anything yet!”
“No!” Charles reaffirmed. “I don’t care. Didn’t do anything yet,” he muttered. “Yet! I will not wait around for you to do…” He groaned, banging his head back. Of course, just his luck that Erik must pick this moment to show up. Whoever had told him to come look what was going on would get detention for the rest of the year, as soon as Charles found out who it was.
The woman blinked. Then, her brows furrowed. Charles could feel Erik trying to use his powers to throw her away from Charles but it didn’t work. Instead, the woman just stood up, glaring at Erik above Charles’ head.
“Who,” Erik demanded. “Is that?”
“Who do you think you are?” the woman snapped back.
Charles wondered if he could ask Kurt to teleport him to the Caribbean.
“Erik,” Charles said, slight warning in his tone. “I think… this is a visitor from another dimension. …one that doesn’t believe in ugly, penis shaped, helmets.” He sighed as he turned back to the woman. “You’re your dimension’s master…ehm Mistress of Magnetism, I assume?”
She smiled, all teeth. “I knew you were a smart one no matter the dimension.”
Charles put a hand to his temple, trying to massage the building headache away. “Please go away,” he sighed, very quietly. Louder, he said, “How can I help you?”
Charles rolled his eyes. As if Erik would get any say in the matter. He opted for patience. “Why?”
“Why not?” She leaned down, bending just enough to allow a good look down the front of her shirt and then when she was sure Charles had looked, slightly changed the angle so she could whisper in Charles’ ear. “I miss you, Charlie. I’d even take the circlet off and let you in my mind again. I came all this way just for you. To be with you. Can’t you just let me stay for a while?”
Charles swallowed. He could feel Erik boil with anger. But he also could be convinced she was sincere. “The circlet comes off now,” he said, voice a little raspy.
Without hesitation, she reached for the circlet on her head and put it in Charles lap. Her mind felt exactly like Erik’s. Her memories were almost the same as well. But, and that was a surprise to Charles despite his telepathy, her kisses tasted just as sweet as Erik’s.
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