Legion

If questioned on the subject of love, David will either claim he’s unfamiliar, or stumble into a self-deprecating joke. He’s actually been in love before, and had the feeling reciprocated. But that’s one of the many bits of his life he doesn’t quite remember. 

Emma attempted to control the amused smile on her face, but somehow even it managed to slip on her face. “It’s fine. And yeah, unfortunately. Not quite sure how this all happened but there you have it.”

Emma hum and gave a nod, “Just little. But honestly the whole school needs on. Just not me because i don’t care.”  She gave a nod, “Well if you ever find yourself just bored you’re more than welcome to find office I keep a bottle of brandy in the draw and sometimes I share it. You’re welcome of course. Where you lost? or are you in this class?” her head titled toward the door she was previously holding.

David immediately raised an eyebrow at her expression and statement, but not with a hint of judgement. He actually seemed suddenly to be wholeheartedly amused. “Unfortunate?” 

David: DISPATCH?!

Victor was never really great at reading people, so he leaned in closer as the man continued his story. Why would he freak out? This was… special. It was powerful, different, and miraculous. And kept all of them, all the powers that he encountered. Victor extended a hand, reaching out for the stranger’s. He brushed his fingertips with David’s. “I understand. This is something special you have, but I can’t begin to imagine how hard it must be, to keep all these psyches and powers in check. I’d imagine it’s overwhelming, to arrive here with so many powerful people running around.” 

This man had some stellar composure. Or maybe the bar was low when it came to the way people reacted to him. This combo of understated and understanding in the professor’s reaction shook David and soothed him all at once. The touch, especially, was unfamiliar. Until recently, touch had come to him in the form of restraint. It had come to him with hands masked in latex. Careful and carefully sterilized. He just barely stopped himself from flinching. 

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“No, no you didn’t but it’s fine. What can I do for you, Mr–?”

“Haller! David Haller. You’re Xavier, right?”

Victor was genuinely curious at the stranger. It reminded him of the predicaments of the Winter Soldier, though he was forcefully declined by the man’s paramour to experiment on Bucky. He tilted his head, waiting patiently for the words to come out. 

“Your mutation is tied to your mental illness?” He never heard of a case like this. With a quick turn of wrists, he turned on the hidden cameras and recording devices in his classroom. You never know, he was a careful and observant man. “It’s not weird, but it’s… a special case. Your powers are… fire?” 

David shivered under Victor’s watch. He felt...dissected. It wasn’t a feeling he was opposed to necessarily. Not bad. Just weird. He gave a long sigh as he gathered the energy to explain the whole shit-show. “Not exactly. I don’t think I’d be neurotypical even if I wasn’t a mutant. The mutation just makes it worse. It took a while for me to realize that. Or...realize it was a mutation at all, and not just an illness. Probably ‘cause...” 

At least he’d relaxed somewhat. She could appreciate it enough to not be so high strung herself. Then again being high strung was her natural state as of late. Still, watchful eyes centered in on him, it was a habit now. Learning the signs in case, one needed to step in. Though she didn’t feel the need to yet.

“Emma or Ms. Frost, please. Lady makes me feel like I’m my mother.” She laughed softly, “But those aren’t the worst, sadly. You’ll find out soon enough. “ She had no doubt he’d learn quickly SHIELD wasn’t as mutant friendly as it proclaimed. “Telepathic junk? Yeah no. While yes I maybe a telepath, I’m also a therapist.” She wasn’t going to clarify what exactly her degree was in but that was neither here nor there. “And I happen to love my job sooomuch that they make me talk to everyone who’s not a mutant too. But offer stands.”

David gave a shaky, awkward laugh. He was still not as unnerved as when she first approached him, but was scared he’d insulted her. “Shi-...er...yeah. Sorry. Miss Frost it is then. Right...school counselor...?” 

David: Wait...does everyone get a dorm?

David: Shit. They do...don't they?

Victor sat down, far away from the boy. “No. I am prone to accidents myself.” He smiled softly, rolling up his sleeves and showing the boy the electrical burn scars that mar his skin. “Where do you go?” 

David hadn’t been bracing himself for repercussion as much as he’d been slumped there, ready for it to wash over him. Then he heard...kind words? Pity? Well, it wasn’t anger and that was a shock. Then the show of scars and almost all the remaining voices hushed. It was a relief, but his soul felt threadbare as it usually did whenever he slipped away. Away to where?  Good question. 

Her expression remained pleasant, seemingly oblivious to his motion. She wasn’t going to draw attention to it like that.

“They’d wait for you too,” she said firmly.

There were some who would disagree with her, but she always felt that the finer points of exact schedules were not more important than one’s health. Better that he take a deep breath and reach one’s destination at a safe pace. Unless, of course, that destination was an emergency room. Separate issue, but someone would always say so otherwise.

“Forward. I don’t have the rest, but I know I was s'posed to be here to tell you that what you’re looking for is forward. I hope that helps somehow.”

“Huh. You think so? Sure as shit more optimistic than I am. You’re kinda somethin’ aren’t ya?” 

The air around them was still swarming with David’s usual kinetic energy. It was all twitching digits, fluttering gestures, and words quick to stumble. Regardless, there was a single pinpoint somewhere in the stores of his hurricane brain that refused to surrender it’s calm as long as this strange girl was near. Not strange girl. Stranger girl. A stranger. Who’s a girl. Not a girl. A woman. Don’t be such a fucking misogynist David. You have like at least fifty women in your head. You should know better. 

David: Forget I said anything. ಠ⌣ಠ