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TWENTY SIX ✖ SPAM/TELEPATHY
[(Telepathy) Spam for Jean and Morgana]
[It was frustrating, to lie awake at night and not be able to get to sleep. Actual insomnia and not I really need to finish this paper and therefore can't get to sleep at regular hours lack of sleep was almost a foreign concept to Charles, because while it was true that it wasn't like he'd never had nightmares before, these were worse, more frequent, and couldn't be brushed off as a figment of his imagination, or a memory he'd absorbed from someone else. They'd actually happened, to him, and when he did finally get to sleep, it often wasn't for very long.
Tonight, sleep was being especially evasive, so he read, and tried to find ways to occupy himself and hopefully wear himself down enough that he'd eventually have to go to sleep. But his eyes had started feeling gritty and sore, and the words had started to blur together, so he'd finally crawled into bed, and... couldn't fall asleep.
It was late. Very late, and he couldn't let his mind wander without it starting to dive into territory he really didn't want to confront anymore than he already had, so, as he did every few nights since port had ended, he carefully extended his telepathy to check on people.
He couldn't sense Erik at all, which was to be expected, even though his friend was likely lying awake next door trying to fend off nightmares himself. Charles wanted to help, but he knew Erik would be stubborn about accepting it, or just outright refuse, and he didn't want to fight with him right now. Merlin and Arthur were sleeping, which really made sense, as it was late, and he didn't linger too long in their dreams, enough to try and smooth them out a little instead of taking a turn for the worse. They'd never even realize he'd been there.
Which left Morgana and Jean for tonight, and he carefully reached out to them separately, hoping they were asleep and weren't dreaming.]
[It was frustrating, to lie awake at night and not be able to get to sleep. Actual insomnia and not I really need to finish this paper and therefore can't get to sleep at regular hours lack of sleep was almost a foreign concept to Charles, because while it was true that it wasn't like he'd never had nightmares before, these were worse, more frequent, and couldn't be brushed off as a figment of his imagination, or a memory he'd absorbed from someone else. They'd actually happened, to him, and when he did finally get to sleep, it often wasn't for very long.
Tonight, sleep was being especially evasive, so he read, and tried to find ways to occupy himself and hopefully wear himself down enough that he'd eventually have to go to sleep. But his eyes had started feeling gritty and sore, and the words had started to blur together, so he'd finally crawled into bed, and... couldn't fall asleep.
It was late. Very late, and he couldn't let his mind wander without it starting to dive into territory he really didn't want to confront anymore than he already had, so, as he did every few nights since port had ended, he carefully extended his telepathy to check on people.
He couldn't sense Erik at all, which was to be expected, even though his friend was likely lying awake next door trying to fend off nightmares himself. Charles wanted to help, but he knew Erik would be stubborn about accepting it, or just outright refuse, and he didn't want to fight with him right now. Merlin and Arthur were sleeping, which really made sense, as it was late, and he didn't linger too long in their dreams, enough to try and smooth them out a little instead of taking a turn for the worse. They'd never even realize he'd been there.
Which left Morgana and Jean for tonight, and he carefully reached out to them separately, hoping they were asleep and weren't dreaming.]
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I present Warren Worthington the third. Code name Angel. If he can sit through a whole day of classes without flying off it's a total achievement.
[She shakes her head, smile softening as she watches him ruffle Bobby's hair.] He's got more money than you, I think, but he's not snobby about it. He can be really sweet, actually.
[Then her head turns, and Scott is marching primly down the stairs, adjusting his red sunglasses.
Jean watches him for a long moment before she speaks, voice soft and warm.]
And that's...that's Scott.
[She glances back at Charles a bit sheepishly.]
He, um - he's our leader, out in the field. He didn't really want to be, but I think that's why you chose him.
His power...he has trouble with it. That's why he has the glasses - if he doesn't, the force beams go everywhere, unless he keeps his eyes closed.
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They all seem like good kids. And they are kids, even if Jean would probably like to argue that they were more adults than he thought they were, and he wanted to meet the rest of them, wanted Sean and Alex to.
Charles hesitates a beat before carefully projecting images of his other students. Sean sits in a chair near Bobby, watching him intently, while Alex stands off to the side from the others, looking at the contents of the nearest shelf with interest that might have been from a place of "I'm not sure I actually want to be here right now". Hank has already helped himself to a book, and -
It almost hurts, but he cuts them off before Erik and Raven can join them. While he still clung to the hope that someday, everything would work out and they'd all be together again, he wasn't sure he wanted to get into the bittersweet feelings right now.]
I'd love to meet them. It's been good to know the school does work out, one way or another. There are so many young mutants out there who feel like they're alone, it's good to know you have [A family.] people who understand.
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Her own smile steadily widens as Charles' students appear. It feels...right, and it should, really. This is their home too, or it will be. Her eyes widen at Hank - it must be Hank, she knows those feet, and of course his nose is in a book - and surprise and amusement mingle in them. He's skinnier than theirs.
Her Hank lopes through the door with startling grace, several textbooks under each arm.
She nods earnestly at Charles' words, and she catches what he doesn't say, affirming it with a warm whisper.]
Family.
[Always.]
I get frustrated with them, sometimes, but - I don't know what I'd do without them. [There's a subtle ache in her voice; she misses them. She knew she would, when she accepted the Admiral's offer.]
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But he's distracted by Jean's affirmation, and he can't help but smile, wide and genuine, because, well, that's all he's ever really wanted, honestly. He'd been lucky, to have Raven with him growing up, but there were so many mutants who didn't have that, and he had the means and the ability to really help them.]
I understand that feeling, [He admits with a chuckle, and really, he does. He misses the boys, and Moira, and Raven especially, and there have been plenty of days where he'd honestly wanted to just grab Erik and get the hell out of here, but there had been at least one good thing about coming here. He turns towards her - he's been standing, it's still his default mental image of himself, along with the blue cardigan and dark slacks - and carefully reaches out to pull her into a hug.]
I'm very glad to have met you, Jean.
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Me too.
[It's a soft, intent murmur; it's still a bit strange, seeing him so young, experiencing all the little differences, but - it's nice, too. To know a Professor so youthful and earnest and hopeful, even with everything that weighs on him, everything he doesn't say.
She'll never stop being grateful for having him here.]
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He pulls back after a moment, still smiling and giving her a bit of a Look, clearly amused.]
So, what's this about me getting kidnapped and being in need of a rescue from the five of you?
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Well, you were travelling - on the trail of a mutant signature. We didn't think anything was wrong, at first, when you didn't contact us; you can get really focused.
And then - one night, I felt...it was almost like a dream, but it was too real. Too...familiar. You were trapped, and calling for help.
We used the landmarks I saw to figure out where you were. Warren's aunt knew a guide in the area. So - well, off we flew. [A slight smirk.] First class. Warren's money definitely comes in handy, sometimes.
When we got there... [Her grin is wide and bright, now, as Ken Hale appears in the doorway - a gorilla with khaki shorts, an orange tank, and an entirely too intelligent expression.] Mr. Hale wasn't exactly what we expected. But he was willing to help us.
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Is he a mutant? Or just an intelligent gorilla?
[Which, okay, he could buy this being a mutation, but it would be really testing his ability to accept the strange if the answer was there was a tribe of intelligent gorillas that had somehow evaded detection for the last several thousand years of human history.]
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[For a moment, he shifts into the form he once had, a strapping young man with pale brown hair and deep brown eyes.]
He was on a super team for a while, back in the fifties, but now he's living in the jungle.