Inner monologues

Sitting in his personal office and breathing in the scent of his tea, Charles Xavier sighed, leaning back in his chair as he sipped from his drink in peace. The night’s noise was problematic but nothing pair of earbuds at his night table playing the sound of ocean waves for 8 hours could not cure. He learned a LONG time ago that if he were going to run a school where children had the power to cause explosions by sneezing or brainwash people on mass with a ukulele solo then he should prepare for the unexpected… Especially when it involved teenagers!

He remembered the steps he had to follow when Jean started having certain dreams that caused the faculty to soil their sheets when they all came in unison, or when Kurt had night terrors that left the halls filled with sulfuric gas and he had to industrialise the air filtration system across the mansion.

Yes… It was challenging, but helping those in need was its own reward. That and the Bob Marley style brewed tea REALLY helped!

Closing his eyes and listening to the soft violin music coming from the desk top radio, Xavier settled in on his relaxing mantra when the front door to his office creaked open with a knock of a visitor. Opening an eye to see who it was, he found Rogue still in her morning nightgown poking her head inside and stepping inside to let herself in.

“Professor, can I have a chat with you?”

Setting his cup down and folding his hands at the table, Xavier smiled. “Why yes Anne Marie, how can I help you this morning?” (Alright, here we go… Let’s see what our local cowgirl has to complain about THIS time… Probably about us not having steak in the freezer or upset about Gambit brushing up against her again.) He thought mentally but kept to himself.

“Well, Emma is using Scott to make her and Storm breakfast while he’s injured with a broken back… And I don’t like how Logan is drinking, ah think the two did something horrible to them boys.”

“I see.” (So, the grumpiest member of the faculty turned alcoholic at last, and my prized student is being used by a telepathic drama queen… Again. I’m sensing a pattern here.) “Well hopefully after breakfast we can have Scott looked over for any treatment needed and perhaps have Logan take some meetings about his substance abuses. We’ve been trying to have him cut out the cigars at school, but he IS set in his ways.” (The fucking Canuck, you’d think he’d be more stereotypical of his people and chug maple syrup instead of enough liquor to fuel a damned race car.)

“But professor!”

“But nothing.” The man nonchalantly brushed aside Rogue’s worries as he wheeled himself away from his desk to look out his window to the grassy field and garden of his school and home. “None of us are perfect. However, so long as we try to be better people today than who we were yesterday, then it all works out. Emma’s… Predicament is unfortunate, and SOME damages may be unavoidable. But it can be rectified in time, as are any of our friend’s shortcomings. So long as Emma keeps her ailment to herself, there is nothing to be upset about.”

“Storm’s a wendigo now…”

Immediately spinning in his chair to face the Southern woman, Xavier’s face was a map of bulging veins criss-crossing over his bald scalp.

“I see…” (MOTHERFUCKER! That high society harlot told me she’d show control, and WHAT does she do?! She up and turns one of our hottest teachers into a giant fucking housecat with horns! Do I LOOK like my standards are so low I’d be a damned furry? Oh, when I see that corset wearing, silver spoon sipping, BDSM fetishistic tart, I’m going to give her a fucking cockney accent and put her into plaid overalls!!!!) “Perhaps we should see how they are doing after all.”

*

Wheeling himself into the kitchen with Rogue and Beast in tow behind him, the trio found Emma and Ororo sitting together while Scott served them both breakfast, Xavier breathed in sharply as he sat himself in front of both women who unceremoniously dug into their morning meal.

“Ladies, I think I need to share a word with you two.”

“Can’t talk… Eating.” Growled Storm as she bit into her omelette. Her eyes fluttering from the taste as she took another.

Looking to his left, Xavier found Scott continuing to cook food for the two women, an exhausted look on his face as he flipped bacon over a skillet. On the floor near him, Logan continued to sip from his mug, knowing full well it wasn’t coffee he was drinking. Beast immediately went to his aid and tug the mug away from him as he finally slumped forward and passed out.

“Yes, well, I’m afraid breakfast will have to wait. Can you stop controlling Scott for a moment Emma? I can hear the arthritis in his joints forming from here.”

“But he’s serving our second helping, he LIKES serving me, don’t you Scott?” Emma looked over her shoulder, fluttering her eyes back at the man who stopped what he was doing and turned at his heel, janky and stilted as he nodded and went back to work. “See?”

“Oh, for the love of…” Bringing his fingers to the side of his head, Charles released Scott from Emma’s direct influence, watching the man collapse like a house of cards where he fell into McCoy’s waiting arms to join Logan. “There! Breakfast is done, Dr. McCoy please bring Scott and Logan to the medical wing.”

“Yes professor.” Answered Beast as he hauled both men over his shoulders. He could hear them groan as he got to his feet and walked out of the kitchen.

Rogue stood with her fists at her sides as she scowled back at the two wendigo women. Looking up from her seat, Storm swallowed her current bite and shrugged. “What?”

“You know what! Y’all just sat there while Scott was cookin you eggs and bacon, strung up and dancin like Emma’s little string puppet.”

“I was?”

Looking back at the now unattended oven where the bacon was sizzling and back to Scott being hauled away with a look of relief on his pale face, Ororo swallowed hard and sneered back at the woman sitting across from her. Getting to her feet, the air took on a static charge that made Storm’s hair stand on end and her blood red eyes glow a blueish white.

“You… This is your doing TOO! Isn’t it!” The weather goddess accused with a clawed finger pointed at Emma nose. Forcing the White Queen to her own feet as both wendigo women growled under their breath and sparks escaped between Ororo’s fingers. “You would have had me be oblivious to his plight while I stuffed my face. How do you explain yourself?”

“I’m maintaining self control for two people! We were both hungry and I didn’t want either of us to cause a scene, but its too late for that now.”

“And just how long were you going to have poor Scott make us breakfast for? Before or AFTER he’d need surgery.”

“Oh, please darling, he doesn’t need surgery.”

*

Laid to rest on a table in the medical wing, both Scott and Logan groaned as McCoy gave Cyclops a look over, peering at the wall where a scan was made over Scott Summer’s prone body.

“Three cracked ribs, a dislocated hip, internal bruising, and I don’t like what I see of your spleen… You’re going to need surgery.”

Cyclops could only blink slowly staring up at the ceiling as McCoy put on a medical mask and gave Scott something to help him sleep. “Hnnnnnngh….”

*

“Miss Frost, you gave me your word that you had a handle on this predicament until we could find a way to reverse it, and what do you do? Turn one of our prized teachers into a wendigo! I am not pleased by this.” (You insufferable high society whore! I let you in when your little Hellfire club went tits up and what do you do? You turn my school into a zoo with your antics and injure my students with your inner darkness!)

(Careful Charles, anyone else who can read minds might accuse you of calling the kettle black. What did your worst impulses call itself when it shed itself of you like a cheap coat? Angry McDickhelmet?)

(First and foremost, his name was Onslaught. Secondly, that was a mix of my worst impulses and Erik’s after I joined with his mind and took it into me.)

(Gay…)

(Right, and what would you call your little one on one sessions with Kitty when you were working at the Hellfire club and had my x-men tied up?)

(Intellectual conversation.)

(I take it that conversation required a thong and fishnet too?)

(Please Charles, I can multi-task this perfectly, plus I don’t expect you to do anything if I slip by accident, you usually take things sitting down… Like always)

(Oh! Ding ding ding! Someone made a wheelchair joke at MY expense.)

(Well with that suit you’re wearing, I’d say you can afford it.)

(You think I’m STUCK like this? I could possess the body of a goddamned male supermodel if I ever wanted to and walk around my own mansion in swim trunks like Mathew McConathy. But I DON’T because I’m nice like that, and I don’t want to show off my powers like some cheap street performer.)

(Well why would you demean yourself like that? Your psychic… You have your own hotline.)

Watching Professor Xavier and Headmistress Frost glare silently at each other, Rogue and Storm traded looks and shrugged.

“Wonder what they’re talking about.”

“So long as it isn’t her controlling me like that, I’m all the happier for her distraction.” Fumed Ororo as she sat back down heavily and crossed her arms.

“Well, I’m going to check on Logan and Scott, tell me when Charles chews her out.” Asked Rogue, resting a gloved hand on Storm’s shoulder. The second she did, Ororo snapped over and nipped Anne Marie on the finger with her fangs. “OUCH!”

“Gasp!” Bringing her hands to her mouth in both horror and embarrassment, Storm got up and checked the woman’s hand. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Are you hurt?”

“Gul’durnnit Storm, your nippier than a housecat on catnip!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Checking her hand and finding it no worse for wear, Rogue sucked on her finger and left the kitchen. “I’ll go check on our friends Sugah, just… Don’t pull an Emma while I’m gone.”