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spoilers: X2: x-men united
summary: xavier thinks about his so called family
A/N: this is my first x men fanfic.
Family, such a simple word and yet it evokes strong feelings inside
of one's self. Feelings of love, friendship and even sorrow and
What exactly is a family? It is not only your blood relatives, but
any person or friend who loves you. Someone who would do anything for
you simply because they love you and hold you in their hearts.
My family and I live in my mansion in Westchester, New York. Here in
my school for the 'gifted.'
In what way are they gifted you ask? I and all of us who live here
are mutants, endowed with special powers. We are loved by some and
hated by others.
The children and teachers in my school are not my biological
children. We are in no way linked by blood, but I consider every one
of them my family; my children.
Some fear us, as I have already stated and I have asked myself many a
time why? It could be that they fear what they do not understand. Or
is it what sometimes happens with minority groups? That we are
different from everyone else?
We are at war, but not a very public one. In this war there have been
casualties on both sides. In fact, I have recently lost one of my
children, a daughter; Jean Grey.
Dear Jean, always caring, always wanting to help others.
Her loss has hit all of us very hard, but none more so then Scott,
her betrothed and my son.
I have not just lost one of my daughters but a brother as well.
Eric.... not to death but to himself. Our views on mutant/human
relations differ greatly, while I see a chance at peace, he sees only
hatred and thinks humanity will never except us.
The children are streaming out of the mansion. Their classes have
just ended for the day and they will make use of the fresh snowfall
until dusk falls.
As I gaze out at the grounds below my office window I look upon the
gang of happy children. From the youngest youngster to the older more
mature, and I use that term loosely, students making snowmen and snow
angels and having snowball fights.
A smile comes to my lips. These children are my children and are our
I, Charles Francis Xavier, may not live to see my dreams of
mutant/human prosperity come to be, but they will.
We must protect them and by doing so we will protect our future. I
may not have been able to protect all of my children, such, as Jean,
but I know deep down in my soul she is not dead but alive somewhere.
That sweet redhead was one of my star pupils and one of the first
students at this school. I watched her grow from a frightened little
girl into a strong and independent young woman. I felt a father's
pride for her, just as I do every child here. Past, present and
She will come back to us someday. When that is I do not know. It
could be tomorrow or in weeks, months or years; but she will come
back to her family.
When she does return we will welcome her back with open arms and our
family will be whole again.