FIC: An Unexpected Visitor, (NC-17) 12/?
- Look for story information in part 1.
It was already late when Jean went to talk Charles into letting
Hannibal Lecter stay, so he could assist her in manufacturing Rogue's
They had agreed on that Jean would talk to Charles alone.
- He doesn't like me, the doctor said. I believe you will have
better luck on your own. My presence will probably just make him feel
upset and awkward. But bring him my words.
Jean realized that doctor Lecter was probably right, so she did not
object, but agreed on consulting Charles alone. She knew him well and
knew how to talk to him.
But of course it was impossible deceiving him. That was something
that everyone at the mansion had learned. But Charles was just and
understanding, and even though he didn't personally like doctor
Lecter, he would not deny Rogue a chance of a decent life.
Charles was still working in his office. The lights were on in
there. She could see that underneath the door when she approached it.
She knocked on the door.
- Yes, Jean? Charles replied from the inside.
She opened the door and entered. Of course he knew already before
she knocked who was outside. Maybe he even knew what she was going to
He sat behind his huge desk with a lot of papers spread before him.
He looked up when she came in. He smiled faintly.
- Good evening, Jeannie. Are you coming from the lab?
- Yes. What are you doing up so late?
- I am correcting the students' latest math tests, Charles replied.
I know it is late, but I promised them that they would get them back
Jean didn't know that he shuddered at going to the bedroom, since
Erik most likely would be there. But Jean knew nothing about the
argument, nor would she ever know.
- I need to talk to you about something, said Jean.
- Yes? Charles asked, taking off his reading glasses.
- I have been down in the med-lab all day, working on Rogue's
- Yes, you work hard. Maybe you should slow down a bit? You have no
deadline, after all.
- That was not what I wanted to discuss, Jean said. Doctor Lecter
came down to me this afternoon.
- Oh, did he now? What was he doing down there?
Jean could instantly grasp a watchful and suspicious tone in
Charles' voice. Obviously he was unfavourably disposed toward doctor
- I don't know. But I do happen to know that he saved me many
months of work. He figured out what was wrong with Rogue's medicine.
- You gave him your notes?
- He asked to have a look at them, yes. And he located the error,
in only a couple of hours. Can you believe it? It's been there, the
whole time, right under my nose. I just didn't see it.
- Jean? Charles said seriously.
- Yes, Charles?
- Does anyone else know about this?
- Just doctor Lecter, you and I.
- Not Rogue?
- No, not at all.
- Good. We mustn't wake any false hope. Are definitely positive he
Jean nodded. - Definitely. There is no doubt.
- Then what are you going to do now? Charles asked seriously.
- I was about to ask you if Lecter could stay here for a little
longer so he might help me producing the drug.
- Has he offered his help?
Charles Xavier sighed. He was in a difficult situation. *If* Jean
was right, Rogue might get a chance of a normal life again. He could
not take that away from her. He just *couldn't*. She deserved it, and
she would hate him forever if she found out that he had denied her
the chance only because of doctor Lecter's background.
But Lecter *was* a criminal, and Charles didn't trust him.
- Charles? Jean asked when she wasn't receiving any reply.
- What does he want in return?
- Nothing. He says he is doing it for Rogue.
- I see. Well, I suppose it is alright if he stays as your
assistant. But keep an eye on him, Jean. I don't trust him.
Charles didn't trust Hannibal Lecter, but so far there was no
reason not to let him stay and assist Jean, and therefore help Rogue,
so Charles tried to be objective and ignored the chills that Lecter's
presence gave him.
- Oh, thank you, Charles! Jean called and hurried to give him a
kiss on the middle of his bald head.
Charles gave her a weary smile, and patted her shoulder.
- I am doing it for Rogue, he reminded her. Go to bed now, my dear.
You must be very tired.
- I will. But what about you?
- I will finish this. Then I guess I have to... go to bed.
Charles sighed when he thought of the ordeal waiting in the