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FIC: Having Writ, Moves On (Reminiscences 5/5)

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    Having Writ, Moves On (Reminiscences 5/5) “It must have been a huge relief when you landed at Xavier’s,” Warren said to Jamie as they strolled around the
    Message 1 of 1 , Mar 14, 2005
      Having Writ, Moves On (Reminiscences 5/5)

      �It must have been a huge relief when you landed at
      Xavier�s,� Warren said to Jamie as they strolled
      around the lake. �I know it was for me.�

      Jamie nodded. �But you were older, right?�

      �Yeah, 16. I�d only had private tutors before that,
      so it wasn�t so different for me, the school part. I
      didn�t know what a real school was like, not until

      �Where did you go to college?�


      �Did you live on campus?�

      He shook his head. �No, none of us lived in dorms.
      We all stayed in Westchester and commuted to school.
      Jean went to Barnard, Scott and Hank to Columbia. Of
      course, Hank was working on his first PhD while the
      rest of us were just undergrads,� he added, rolling
      his eyes. �Well, you know what he was like.�

      Jamie nodded. �What was it like being a mutant in

      �It was great,� Warren replied, enthusiastic smile
      lighting up his face. "Really, you couldn�t do better
      than my alma mater that way.�

      �It�s a Catholic school, right?�

      �Yeah, Jesuit. Maybe they really believe that stuff
      about all God�s creatures. Maybe they�re looking for
      converts and don�t want to alienate anyone,� he added
      with a chuckle. �But whatever the reason, it was a
      great place to be an open mutant.� He scowled.
      �That�s how the trouble started, really.�

      �Why? What happened?�

      �Well, I was feeling so free, I guess. Not in hiding.
      Not at Xavier�s, not at school, not on missions. And
      I wasn�t a kid, anymore. Maybe I was, sort of,� he
      added with a grin, �But I sure didn�t think I was.
      Adult responsibilities, adult activities. And I was
      of age. So, when I came back here,� he gestured to the
      estate around them, �I wasn�t willing to live in
      hiding. My mother begged me to tie them up, just when
      the old man was around. Stevens told me to, as
      well. And Scott, well he kept telling me I shouldn�t
      get my father mad, that it�s not a big deal to just do
      things his way for the few days a year I was here.�
      He stopped and flew into the air as they approached a
      grove of trees, coming down with two apples. Warren
      handed one to Jamie, took a bite out of the other and
      continued. �I wouldn�t listen to any of them.� He
      shook his head, remembering. �It was Christmas
      vacation. Scott had come home with me. Jean and Hank
      were joining us later, after Christmas with their own
      families. *He* wasn�t around the first few days and
      we were having a totally wonderful time. He was busy
      in the city, working. Staying at the apartment there.
      But he joined us on Christmas Eve. I saw his car
      coming up the drive and I flew out to meet him.�

      �Oh man!�

      �Exactly. All hell broke loose. It was pretty stupid
      of me, I can see now, but at the time I thought I was
      proving something by it. He was screaming at me,
      threatening all sorts of stuff. I told him I was
      leaving, that I wasn�t going to let anyone talk to me
      like that. And I wasn�t hiding what I am anymore.

      �He said, �That�s the end of Fordham.� I laughed in
      his face and told him it�s a venerable institution and
      it wasn�t disappearing because he didn�t like that
      they accepted me for who I am. He told me I�d have to
      drop out, because he wasn�t paying them another

      �What did you do?�

      �I told him I�d find another way to pay, that I was
      going back to school and I was going back proud. I
      felt proud. I flew out of there and didn�t look back.
      And didn�t even think about the totally impossible
      position I�d put Scott in, leaving him as a basically
      unwelcome guest in my family home after this huge
      fight with my father.� He shook his head again.
      �It�s a wonder he forgave me. He left that night,
      over my mother�s protests. He called Jean and went to
      her mother's house. It's not far from here. He and
      Jean were a couple by then.�

      �Was he mad at you?�

      �No, not really. More just worried for me, not
      wanting me to burn any bridges. Well, I could take
      that from him. Partly because I did feel guilty,
      putting him in such an awkward position. And partly
      because I figured he had strong feelings about
      maintaining family, having lost his own. But I
      couldn�t take it from Professor X.�

      �He thought you shouldn�t have had your wings out

      Warren shook his head. �Not when my father was
      around, anyway. I flew back to Xavier�s thinking that
      he�d be taking my side. After all, he�s the guy who
      taught me to be proud of being a mutant, who told me
      that my wings were a gift, not a deformity. So all
      the way there I�m thinking how I�m going to tell
      Professor X all about what happened and he�ll be so
      proud of me for sticking up for myself. And then I
      get there and he�s gotten a call from my father. And
      he�s on *his* side. He told me I needed to be more
      discreet, needed to have respect for my father�s views
      and understanding of how hard it was for him. We had
      this huge fight. I�d never spoken to him before like
      I did then. I don�t think anyone had. I called him
      every name I could think of. And then I left.�

      �So, what did you do? Where did you go?�

      �Tortola. We have a villa there. I flew down � no,
      by plane � to cool off.�

      �Did you?�

      �A little. Eventually my mother brokered the peace
      between us. I agreed to be discreet and not let the
      wings show any time any of my father�s business
      associates were around. And he � wonder of wonders �
      agreed to letting me have them out when we were alone

      �Wow! What changed his mind?�

      �I didn�t know at the time. I thought my mother
      prevailed on him, warned him that he could lose me
      altogether. Not that he cared about me as a person,
      but I was the only son. So he wanted me to take over
      at Worthington when he retired. No way I�d even
      consider hiding out there unless I could be myself
      when I was home, you know? So, I sort of figured it
      was enlightened self-interest � both for continuity
      with the business and for peace in his marriage. And
      it was a big concession for him. I still hated his
      guts, but I was glad of it.�

      �So why did you work for him, if you hated him?�

      Warren shrugged. �I couldn�t go back to the X-Men.
      Not after what had happened. It was one thing to make
      peace with my father. He *was* making a concession.
      And, besides, I�d never expected better of him. I did
      expect better from Professor Xavier. Looking back I
      can see that he was just thinking of me, looking out
      for me. He didn�t want me to lose my family. He�d
      already seen how painful that was for Scott and he
      didn�t want another one of his students to go through
      it. I understand that now. But at the time, I felt
      completely betrayed.�

      �You said you thought it was your mother who talked
      him into it? But it wasn�t?�

      Warren shook his head. �No, it was Charles Xavier.�


      �It was all wonderful and kind of overwhelming. The
      room. My room. My own bathroom, which seemed like an
      impossible luxury. Having access to a bathroom any
      time I wanted had seemed like a huge luxury. The
      books, the bed. All of it.� Scott shook his head,

      �What happened then?�

      �He said he�d leave me alone for a bit and then come
      get me in a little while and we�d have lunch. I
      didn�t want him to leave.�

      �Why not?�

      �I still didn�t know what to do for him. I wanted to
      know what I had to do, what could make this real and
      lasting. If not sex, then what?�

      �So what did you do?�

      �I asked him. �What do you want from me?� I said. �I
      have to know. I�ll do anything.� He took a long time
      before answering. And when he did, I still didn�t
      know what he expected of me.�

      �What did he say?�

      �He said, �You�re going to be my hero.��


      �That�s good. I approve of discretion.� Jean smiled
      at that. Sasha continued, �But maybe without
      interfering he still disapproves? Just as with you
      and Scott. Maybe he has concerns about you and me, as
      well, and just doesn�t want to say.�

      �No, I think he�d say.� Jean paused, thinking. �He
      feels it was a big mistake, not talking to us about
      how unsuitable our relationship was. Personally, I
      don�t know that either of us would have listened. And
      I don�t regret my time with Scott. I�m just thankful
      we have the close friendship we have now. But Charles
      would tell me if he didn�t think you and I should get

      �Why do you think that, when he didn�t say so when you
      were with Scott?�

      �I think so precisely because he didn�t say. He
      feels he did the wrong thing. If anything, he�s going
      too much the other way. Meddling too much. He�s been
      very vocal about his reservations about Scott and

      �Charles doesn�t feel they should be together?�

      �I think he�s coming round. But he certainly had
      objections. And told Scott. Bad idea. It came
      close to causing a real rift between them. Charles
      realized that and backed off.� Jean reflected on that
      for a minute. �I guess he might feel he oughtn�t say
      anything if he disapproved of you and me, given how
      that went, but I don�t think so. He�s so protective
      of me. He certainly was vocal about a couple of guys
      I was seeing before you.�

      Sasha laughed. �Well, then maybe I am at least
      somewhat acceptable. Although it doesn�t seem like
      it. Not that he acts in a hostile manner towards me.
      Always a perfect gentleman. Just... standoffish? Is
      that a word?� Jean nodded. �Maybe it is just that he
      is protective of you and he wants to be sure before he
      wholeheartedly endorses our marriage.�

      �Could be. But I don�t think that�s any reason not to
      ask him.� Sasha considered that for a moment and she
      continued. �Look, hon. It�s not exactly a
      conventional wedding. The best man was originally
      going to be the groom, after all. Let�s at least ask
      Charles. If he says no, I won�t press him.�


      Scott was in the garden again, once more looking up at
      the sky. It was late � a quiet, moonlit night. Lost
      in thought, he didn�t notice the whirring sound of
      Charles�s wheelchair approaching. �What are you doing
      out here?� he asked Scott.

      �Waiting for Jamie and Warren. They�ve been at the
      Worthington estate. Warren called and said they�d be
      back soon. I just thought I�d look for them. You�re
      right,� he added, smiling. �They�re quite a sight
      together. I�m trying to let myself enjoy it. Easier
      during the day, but with a full moon, I think I�ll see

      �Are you feeling better after the meeting with the
      Select Committee?�

      �I thought it went well.�

      �Yes, I thought so as well. We still have a lot of
      work to do.�

      �There�s always a lot of work.�

      �I�m glad we�ve got Warren back to help with it.
      Thanks for talking him into returning, Scott.�

      Scott shrugged. �It wasn�t me. He was ready to come
      home.� Pointing as two winged figures came into view,
      shining in the moonlight, he added, �And here they
      are. They�re home now.�

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