Possible Fic: Triumph After Tempest
- Hi all, a few of you know me, my name is Barbara Metzger and I've
been in hiding for a few months now. Sort of a break from my X-men
world so that I could get new insight into characters and etc.
Well...actually just a really bad bout of writers block. Plus I had
so many yahoo groups i was getting no writing done. *heh*
So to combat that, as writing is most important to me(and a bit of
graphic manipulations), I only belong to this one group now. From the
other member writers, I know it's a good list. *waves*
I have an idea for a story that I am thinking of writing and am
requesting some honest feedback as to if it is interesting enough to
continue. I'm not the type of writer to read everyone else's stories
so I don't know if the story idea is 'played out.'
Also, so that I might continue in this happy writing frame of mind, I
will most likely settle into lurkdom. I'll be here if anyone really
needs me though.
Triumph After Tempest
By Barbara Metzger
Professor Charles Xavier sat in a corner of his office. His
face, normally so serene, so controlled of emotion, so ageless and
comforting to the many who loved him, was lined with deep troubled
emotion. His eyes stared out a large window and with a great
shuddering sigh honest tears fell. His tears shed for a young woman,
Loren, whom he had vowed to raise in safety, a wish made to her dying
mother, Catherine. Catherine was another man's wife and yet he loved
her with all of his heart and could deny her nothing. He had failed,
in his own eyes, for he had left Loren with others. Although he knew
she was loved and properly cared for, and most importantly, hidden
away from enemies who might abuse her, he had never forgiven himself
for abandoning her.
Charles knew it was because the child's coloring so resembled
the woman he had loved. Even then, he remembered, the wee babe looked
out at the world with Catherine's sooty lashes and golden liquid
eyes, in such stark contrast with her coal black hair. Her tawny
cheeks dimpled at the slightest thing. He told himself he'd had no
choice. His pain was too fresh, as a father he would be like a ghost,
present but not in the world. He had compassionate friends, a husband
and wife who could not have a child of their own. Until the baby girl
grew up and exhibited mutant powers, she was much safer being raised
as human. He had hoped she would be fully human, but he knew better.
With her distinguished parentage, Loren was destined to be one of the
most powerful mutants in history. Perhaps even more powerful than
himself, and he hoped that of her father.
An uncharacteristic dark frown severed his lamentation and then
was gone, so quickly it might not have been there after all. Charles
was careful not to name or thoughtfully linger on Loren's father with
uncontrolled emotion for fear of drawing him near as well. In a
childish way, it erased him from existence.
Charles had forged on with life to secure a safe future for her
and others like her to shelter, teach, and love those that humanity
condemned. Charles turned his head to survey his office, assuring
himself that he was finally ready to dedicate his physical body to
the care of his charge.
All unbeknownst to her.
He had been sending out faint welcome signals as soon as he
detected her mutant signature through Cerebro just as he knew, deep
down, he always would. It was an astonishingly strong signal, and
although he had expected it to be vigorous, he was not prepared for
its intensity. This was one woman, many of his enemies would like to
have. He was confident he was strong and experienced enough to
provide her with the home he had wanted to give her so long ago.
Charles synched his mind with Loren's and sent another gentle pull.
She would be drawn to the school, and find a way to justify the
insistent and strange calling.
Magneto's daughter was coming home.
Author's note: Wolverine will be a large part in this story, Loren's
love interest of course. Can you imagine the wonderful mess of
emotion _that_ will put Charles through??? *evil grin* Hee. Wolverine
has such a strong personality. I fear I won't be able to control him
very well. *innocent lash flutter*