#theprofesscr

the flash was brief, but it was enough to make David second guess himself. was this even a good idea? what if his father took it as an assault and sent his spandex supers after him...? to be fair, he wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if that were the case, but just as he was about to pull back, he felt a presence join him. David was seated in a broken down RV, the very retro wallpaper peeled and yellowed with age. the windows were long gone and destroyed, so a cool Colorado breeze trailed through, shifting the ratty curtains. at the counter by the sink were a few boxes of take-out from some local Chinese restaurant, with the fried rice still steaming and untouched yet. evidently David was holed up here for the meantime, or more likely just stopped here for some privacy and so he could eat in peace.. the apparent couch he was sitting on, had a very new looking towel laid over it, and a blue button-up shirt lazily discarded on the table.

he stared at his father for a moment, his anger still there. Abandonment, resentment and the slightest ping of fear joined it.

“Dad..” he started and looked down. congratulations David, now what?

“it’s been’a while.” he murmured. his tone was soft, not really weak or submissive, but resolved... face to- well, as much of his fathers face that he could be bothered to send Davids way. there was a moment of quiet from him... even the voices in his head seemed to be dwarved by the situation. David really wasn’t well, that much was known from the start, but... eventually green and blue eyes drifted back up to Xavier and Hallers brow fell into a scowl. “yeh finally got time fer me dont’cha?” he asked, his voice cracked just a little. Seeing Charles again should have been a far happier moment for him, right? In theory anyways.. but right now, he was upset... at his father, at being abandoned, at not being able to get the help he so clearly needed.

Charles had known this day would come, when whispers had spread that there was someone taking in androids who had deviated, beings that so many had come to fear - had come to hate. But the telepath had seen so more than that, he couldn’t look into their minds, couldn’t seep into their souls, yet that didn’t mean he was blind to what lay before him, the minds - the miracle that these beings could be if only they were allowed to break free, to - flourish.

As soon as he’d seen them for himself, he’d begun taking them in, filling the school with not only mutants, but androids too, whether they needed help, guidance - or simply a roof to hang over their heads. Whatever they were, he refused to turn them away, offering classes to both, where they each learned of both themselves and the world around them, watching as mutant and androidkind stood side by side, learning, growing, proving that such integration was not only possible - but beautiful.

Answering the front door, the telepath had known it was no human, but an android, given that he couldn’t sense their presence, couldn’t sneak a peak at their intentions. Though as soon as he opened the door, smartly dressed, a formal and confident stance firmly held in his straightened spine, the creation’s words were more than a little concerning. He paused for a moment, offering the unit a gentlemanly smile, while he spoke to his students in secret. ‘Hide them, all androids must congregate in the lower levels. They must not be found.’ The mutant warned his students, calling into their minds as he stalled the visitor at the front door. “Of course, the police department’s android liaison.” He commented lightly, the Queen’s English slipping over his tongue. “Now, how can I be of service? After all, I assume this to be no leisurely visit.”

                 While the idea of a human professor taking in deviated machines to work alongside his pupils seemed... far fetched, to Connor, the department had received enough incoming reports to warrant him coming down here. If anything, now they’d at least have a paper trail confirming that they’ve already checked this out. It wasn’t as though the location wasn’t big enough to hold as many said androids that have been reported spotted here, so Connor continues to hold out hope of the possibility that this may not be a complete waste of his time. 

                   When Charles provides Connor with a smile - he attempts to mirror the action, the smile tighter and a little more awkward than intended.   “            I’m following up on a report that was made in regards to frequent deviant sightings in this area.”  he’ll explain, attempting to guide his attention past the professor as he looks into the building - as if he’d be able to catch any suspicious activity from here.  

Daniel wasn’t used to wearing a suit after all this time of running around in circles to get by on his own. So that was it; he was a mutant? To be completely honest, he’s never even had the idea of maybe being a mutant. He’s rather felt like an alien. Both within his family and out in the world. Perhaps even here, at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Only walking into the building, Daniel came in contact with countless of gifted youths, being able to turn invisible, make things float and even more impressive deeds. But he was neither young nor particularly gifted --- cursed would have been his word for it; to feel the pain of the world around with no barriers. But here, he could have been of use. At least Xavier had told him that much.

He had unpacked his suitcase almost completely and managed to settle himself into the room Xavier had provided him before the professor in person came to his room to check on him. “Oh...Hello, Charles. I’m, um... doing quite well. Getting all my things set,” he said with tears welling in his eyes that he tried to force back as best as he could. “Don’t mind me. It’s just,” he flails around with his arms, smiling through a deep exhale, “someone in the building seems to be having a heartache over relationship problems. It’s... kind of strong.”

@theprofesscr Prediscussed legion AU

37 didn’t want to be here. It was loud, unfamiliar, and terrifying. Jean promised the doctors here would help her though and she knew she needed it. Her brain was...fuzzy still. Memories that tingled in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite bring up; of course the memories of the Project and Her remained untouched, heaven forbid there be some small mercy out of all of this, those were clear as crystal and twice as sharp. It was easier though when she could focus on a task or far off point she could pull her mind back from the pain around her and focus on herself. She’d planned on doing that today; she wanted to do more searching but instead she felt a gnawing fear. Something wasn’t right. She didn’t know what exactly was off but it was something.

She closed her eyes and focused inward, not on her memories, on her mind itself. Patrolling the outer wall to search for cracks where an intruder may have gotten in. Rogue thought from someone else that couldn’t find its way back or something. It happened from time to time, she hated it, but the owner seemed a bit happier to be without it for a while. Maybe she should make a- The disturbance wasn’t a rogue thought, or someone else’s delusion, it was a mind. Someone was reaching out. She could see them at the outskirts and while she wanted to run she couldn’t seem to pull herself back fast enough. Things went in slow motion as she pulled back into the present. It was them. 

 the  tips  of  his  fingers  still  feel  numb    .    are  they  supposed  to  feel  numb    ,    after  travelling  through  time  ?  and  his  head                     his  head’s  sorta  fuzzy  (  not  that  it  hasn’t  ever  been  fuzzy  before    ,    yeah  ?  )    .    but  he’s  here    .    he  can  tell  he’s  somewhere  in  the  past    ,    at  least    ,    cause  the  building  he’s  in    ,    which  he’s  pretty  sure  is  a  house                    honestly    ,    he  doesn’t  even  care  where  he  is  at  this  point    ,    as  long  as  he  can  find  who  he’s  looking  for                    has  a  bunch  of  rugging  and  hard  knocks  that  don’t  look  like  anything  from  his  time    . 

 perfect    .    now    ,    to  find  them    . 

Simon was well aware that the question he had asked was very personal and he should have held back, kepping it on his tongue, as this was another topic that weren’t quite his business. He was glad enough that Charles agreed that the two of  them stay outside for some time in the big gardens of the hospital. The day was beautiful and sunny, the sky blue and full of white clouds that the two men admired for a longer moment, spotting and naming forms in them. The caretaker had previously wondered what would happen if someone from the doctors were in his place and analyzed what Charles did and saw in this very moment. He would probably have said that dragons are creatures of chaos and that's why Charles recognized a dragon. It would be like a kind of Rorschach test just ... nonsensical. A moment where the blonde unit could finde himself being happy about the fact to be Charle’s caretaker and, in a form, also his supervisor. But now, in the peaceful silence and relaxation of the two men, The CyberLife droid could not help himself and had to ask, since he had to admit that this question had been buzzing in his mind for some longer time.

Simon had to admit from the first day they met that the former soldier was a very handsome man who was still in his early years. Only fate brought his broken soul into these walls, where he hoped for healing and recovery. But even after that time, the blondehaired knew as good as nothing about his newfound friend. The information about his family, friends ... if he was a father already by any circumstances. There was a lot that Simon desired to know about, but he did not want to impose it, because the android himself had to carry a bag of secrets himself. But he hoped his question was not rude in a form or somehow infuriated the patient. In retrospect, Simon even regretted his question a little and would not have liked to ask Charles first. His gaze shifted slightly as the synthetic being’s clear blue eyes stared at the grass for a while and either awaited nothing but silence or an unexpected answer to his curious but innocent question.

And indeed, he actually received an answer. Simon's stare almost reflexively threw itself back to Charles to eye him again, as he sounded a bit nervous when answering ... was that Simon's fault? But nonetheless, Charle's words made the caretaker partially ... relieved, almost happy. But this should not be the main toppic in his mind about this very information he received, after all, the PL600 hardly knew Charles to feel any form about it, such as relief. “Maybe you did not have time for that during the war. I mean, you don’t look bad ... I mean- that's what I think from my perspective. Perhaps, when you get out of here, you could find someone and be happy.” answered the android with a kind smile and nodded a little towards his friend. It was weird enough that Simon felt the urge to ask, so at least he could make the situation less embarrassing by more or less circumventing the subject.

All the more it surprised the blonde that Charles actually threw the question back to Simon and left the android speechless for a moment as he never really spoke about things like this. “I... to be honest, I have never had a relationship. I never really had a sense of it before I became a deviant. We PL600's are not programmed to love in a romantic sense. But, well. In November of last year, before the revolution began, our leader Markus came to us and ... I had never been someone who believed in or thought of love at first sight or anything like this, perhaps attraction, but nothing else. But what can I say, it only lasted three days and I felt something inside of me that I had never had before. It was not love, at least I believe that, maybe a crush as you call it. Markus is living a life with someone from our community and I'm happy about it and for them, since the feelings went back and I was less sad that Markus had no interest. But I didn’t know what I felt, or if there was more. I am very inexperienced in something that is so normal for humans and easier to understand.” Simon's voice was very calm as he tried to explain what his current emotional situation was, but he remained silent that the feelings he already had for Markus felt similar, but weaker, whenever he was looking at Charles. It confused him and he knew he had to find out a lot about himself and his new emotions.