FIC: X-Book 1 New Allies New Enemies, PG-13, Chpt 24
- X-Book 1: New Allies New Enemies - Chapter 24 - Words Unspoken
Summary: (See Book 1: Prologue)
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with characters from the Marvel
universe or any previously published work.
Author's Note: This chapter features a conversation between Xavier
and Quintin Travers (crossover from BTVS series). If it's
confusing, I'm sorry. I ususally use italics to show thoughts or
telepathic conversations but I can't do that here.
So I'm going to indicated telepathic thoughts by these little
arrows. <<>> Quotation marks still equal speaking aloud, but
they're doing a little bit of both in this chapter. :-)
"Hello, Charles," Quintin Travers said with a smug,
overly-polite grin, "It's been a long time, old friend."
Xavier moved his chair closer to his guest, and shook Travers's
hand with a smile. They were in his office, and to Xavier's
surprise, Travers had not been accompanied by his usual entourage of
"Hello, Quintin," he replied, "How have you been?"
"I've been quite well," Travers said, and moved to sit as
Xavier politely directed him to one of the tall guest chairs,
"And, as always, very busy. It looks as though your school is
"Indeed," Xavier said, "We seem to have new students
arriving all the time. Most of our graduates have gone on to become
quite successful in their chosen fields..."
"You mean, the ones who don't choose to stay," Travers
interjected quickly, almost harshly.
Xavier frowned slightly, though never lost an inch of his
composure. Travers sighed and lowered his eyes apologetically.
"I was saddened to learn of Jean's death," he said to
Xavier, "She was a wonderful woman, and always very dedicated to
you and her students."
Xavier nodded, a forcibly polite smile forming on his face,
"Thank you. I know how highly you regarded her, Quintin. She
turned down quite a few lucrative positions the Council offered
her. I was privileged to have her as my student, and later as a
teacher here, for so long."
Travers nodded and smiled, but the coldness in his eyes was
undeniable. Xavier waited patiently for him to continue, knowing
Travers well enough to catch his subtle invectiveness. Xavier was
not about to allow him to use any guilt he may harbor for Jean's
death to throw him off his guard.
"Yes, yes," Travers said finally, "I imagine it must have
been especially difficult for the children..."
"We have mourned together," Xavier said, "Just as we stay
<<Tell me why you are here, Quintin>>, Xavier sent telepathically to
the other man.
Travers grinned unpleasantly, "I suppose you've had some new
additions to your staff..."
<<And one new student as of recently>>, Travers added in his mind.
"Yes," Xavier said aloud, "We were lucky enough to have
Dr. Henry McCoy take over as head physician..."
<<Are you referring to the young lady from Arizona?>> Xavier sent
back, <<What interest does the Council have in her?>>
"Well, that's wonderful, Charles," Travers said, "He
is a quite renowned doctor..."
<<That is none of your concern>>, he returned in thought, angrily.
"I understand the Council has been quite busy with the situation
in California," Xavier shot in, and Travers flinched as
Xavier's sent a mental message along with it.
<<She is now my student, and is most definitely my concern.>>
"That situation is well underhand," Travers said aloud,
gritting his teeth.
<<She's been watched by the Council for much longer than
she's been your student, Charles. You know very well what our
policy when someone interferes...>>
"Of course," Xavier said aloud, "The Council's
methods are very effective."
<<And I am quite familiar with them>>, Xavier continued
telepathically, <<But I will not turn away someone who asks for my
"How has Scott been coping with Jean's death?" Quintin
said, his voice losing its polite tone, no longer masking his
attempts to make Xavier falter.
<<We've seen what happens to those who receive your
"He's been coping well," Xavier replied, "As have we
<<Don't try these games with me, Quintin. Just tell me what the
Council wants with Mary and perhaps we can work together >>
"Yes," Quintin replied aloud, "The Council also pulls
together to work through their losses "
<<Out of the question>>, he sent back.
"It's important to work together," Xavier said, frowning.
<<Yet, she came to us for assistance. How do you plan to help her?>>
"The Council has many facets that allow it to function as an
autonomous body, dependent only on itself," Quintin said, with a
<<We have our own people to teach her, Charles. And if you continue
to harbor her here, we have people to reeducate you as well on
Council policy >>
"That is not always a benefit," Xavier said.
<<And what have you taught her so far? She's had this gift for a
long time and no one has ever tried to help her understand it before
now. She's in possible physical danger from her gifts >>
Quintin looked surprised by Xavier's last thought, and did not
bother to maintain the verbal façade of conversation
<<We know of her ailments and we will attend to them>>, Travers
thought, <<Don't belittle my intelligence, Charles.>>
"Then don't threaten my school, Quintin." Xavier replied
aloud, resounding the words in both mind and voice, which would have
made anyone else recoil at the intensity of the statement.
Travers stood quickly, attempting to hide his alarm from Xavier, and
began to storm out of the room. Xavier watched him go with a cold
glare, until Travers turned to face him again. The smug arrogance
on his face was full of bitter pride and anger.
"She's not a mutant, Charles," he said almost viciously,
"That's why the Council is involved. Do a DNA test yourself,
if you must. She does not have the mutant gene. Yet, like other
human beings in the Council, she possesses an unnatural gift, and we
do not intend to allow a mutant interloper like yourself keep us
from this child."
Xavier narrowed his eyes, angrily. Had he the ability to stand he
would have towered over the other man, and still did in most ways.
"Do you think that really matters to me?" Xavier replied,
"She has a gift that might be killing her, and you think I'm
going to deny her help because of her genetics? Yes, you would
think that wouldn't you? Since the Council can so easily brush
Xavier moved his chair closer to Travers and gazed at him
intensely. Travers met his stare and sneered as Xavier's
thoughts filled his head.
<<Do you really expect any member of the Council to just walk into
my school and take one of my students? Send who you will. We'll
know when you are coming, and we'll be ready for you when
Travers laughed spitefully, "You're not Erik Lensherr,
Charles. Don't expect me to cower at your warnings. Just
<<...We watch and we wait and we always know when the time
for watching is over >>
Xavier's cold glare slowly faded back into a strangely pleasant
smile, and Travers frowned.
"And we'll be waiting to greet you again," Xavier said,
"Whether our next meeting is good or ill will be up to
"Very well " Travers said darkly, "Until next time,
Professor Xavier. Give my regards to your students "
Xavier followed Travers out to the front doors, and did not moved
from the entrance until his expensive rented car was well past the
school's front gates. He rested his chin against one fist and
frowned in deep thought.
So, Mary was not a mutant. That would explain why he had never been
able to reach her with Cerebro. She was a human precognitive, which
may mean her powers originated by some artificial or supernatural
means. But, there were many such psychics and seers why was
Travers so vehement about Xavier's involvement with this young
Xavier sighed heavily, and then blinked in surprise as he noticed
Melinda standing next to him, frowning with concern. Her dark
purple hair was tied back from her face, her sparkling silver eyes
glistening curiously. She was only ten, and easily the youngest
student at the School.
"Professor?" she said, "Are you ok?"
Xavier smiled warmly, feeling quite touched at the child's
"Yes," he replied, "I'm fine. I've just had a
very long day."
"Oh," Melinda replied, and suddenly her expression changed to
one of complete elation, the way only a child's can, "Do you
want to see what I made today?"
"Of course, what is it you made?" Xavier replied and turned
away from the empty road, and back towards his school, lead along by
one of many happy, once lost, children.