Fic : Hope 4/4
- For info etc see part 1.
Charles smiled in spite of himself. His suspicion aside, the boy was
still willing to listen. He had been right about him. Give him
choices, hope that he had a future without hurting others and he was
prepared to take that step even now. They still had a long way to go
in establishing any kind of trust or bond between them but Charles
was confident it would come. He was already beginning to feel a deep
affection for the boy. "This may sound a little silly Scott but I'd
like your word that you won't try to hurt yourself again without
speaking to either Hank or myself first. It doesn't matter what time
it is or what we are doing, I want you to talk to us."
"Who is Hank anyway?"
"A good friend of mine, a doctor and a fellow mutant. He's the man
who treated you and brought you here. Now, are you done changing the
subject, may I have your word ?"
"You won't try to talk me out of anything ?"
Xavier snorted. "Well of course I will. I promise you that I will not
lie to you Scott, nor will I sugar-coat the truth. I will respect
your intelligence and freedom of choice but please don't expect me
not to at least try to talk you out of something if I feel you are
not considering all your options wisely."
"Sounds reasonable enough in theory I suppose. Okay I can do that.
What else ?"
"You will resume your schooling here in the fall when the new school
" This is a school, or at least it will be by then. You are the first
student as such but I am looking for others just as I was looking for
you. You will be able to study a normal curriculum as well as learn
to control your less mainstream abilities. I hope to equip you to
better deal with the outside world and make informed choices about
what you want to do as an adult. As Hank and I are the only teachers
at the moment your initial classes will be somewhat small in size,
but I can assure you that the homework will be just as demanding as
you will find anywhere else!"
Anything else?" Scott asked sourly.
"I will need your help if we are to seek a way to control your power.
We will need to build a medical database on your abilities and map
the extent of your power into a useable profile. Henry , as our
doctor, will conduct most of the tests with my assistance. "
"So you want to stick me full of needles and basically do the lab rat
thing. Do I get a little wheel to run around in ?" The bitterness was
" I think Henry has had more than enough of your blood Scott so I do
not foresee a vast array of needles in your future. I was referring
more to x-rays and cat scans and monitoring your body chemistry. That
can all be done quite painlessly. I think you've had enough pain
already, don't you ?" he added gently.
Charles waited patiently while Scott considered all that he had
learned. The boys brows knitted together as he frowned.
"This Hank will I like him ?"
"I don't know Scott. He seems to share your somewhat depreciating
sense of humour. I like him." He risked a quick glimpse of the boys
thoughts. There was still some resistance to the idea there, he
didn't really dare to believe that he could begin to belong here.
There was a certain longing to trust Xavier tempered by bitter
experience. * This boy needs a home * he thought sadly. "Would you
like me to show you this place now ?" he asked calmly.
Scott shook his head and for a moment Charles feared he had somehow
misread Scott's decision. "I think I'd rather wait and see what it's
like with my own eyes."
"I understand." His voice full of warmth he told Scott to rest, that
they would begin looking for answers together in the morning if he
felt up to some very minor tests. When he offered to stay Scott told
him rather bluntly that he had given his word not to do anything so
not to stand guard over him. As he wheeled to the door Charles felt
the tension that had run through his body for the best part of the
last month ease. Scott was with them now. Their work was only just
beginning but now there was something that hadn't been given tangible
form for the future. Hope. So small a word with such a powerful
meaning. He turned back toward Scott. " Can I get you anything before
I leave ?"
Scott hesitated, obviously wanting something but not sure how to
ask. "Which way to the bathroom?" he asked at last.
"There is a door behind you to your left. Try not to wander about too
much though, you do need to rest. Anything else?"
"The Kitchen ?"
Charles chuckled as he pulled the door closed behind him. For all the
problems Scott had faced and would face again in the future some
things held true whatever the situation. Teenagers
The next installment will be posted next weekend (I've got to
actually do more at work than sit at my desk and daydream this week !)
Feedback and ideas for the kind of chaos Scott can cause while he's
finding his feet in Westchester would be most welcome (my Scott has a
rather more colourful past than is implied in the comics or his
rather more serious adult persona !).