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Ever since her father had left, Bellaluna had been quiet, distant, and rarely if ever smiled.
She had also secluded herself in the small room in the basement, where she would spend hours; sitting alone.
Then one cold November afternoon, she was in Washington DC with her pama; who was trying to convince the head of the FBI, to not keep records of people who are mutants.
They were sitting in a bench in the main lobby of the FBI headquarters, when two women who looked to be in their 30's sat next to Charles and Bellaluna.
One girl had dark brunette hair, while the other one had lighter brunette hair; and both had brown eyes
"Hello, are you here to see Mr. Hoover ? By the way, I'm Bella, and this is my twin sister Iris."
"I guess you're Hoover's daughter? "
"How did you know?"
"I can read minds, and I can also see a bit of your seahorse mark; Iris. Don't worry, I have a little girl that has one as well. This is Bellaluna."
The young girl was still looking down towards the ground, as if she was not aware of her surroundings.
Soon a older looking gentleman walked into the main lobby, he had grey thinning hair, brown eyes, and wore a light grey suit.
"You must be Mr Hoover ?"
"You must be Professor Charles Xavier."
"Yes, I'm here about those records."
"Of course, Professor."
"Thanks for allowing me to speak with you, Bella, Iris, is it okay if you watch over my daughter for a bit ?"
"Sure Professor."
Charles and J.Edgar then went into J.Edgar's office, where he then sat in his desk.
"I just wanted to start with apologizing that I couldn't speak with you, a year ago; with the sudden and untimely death of president Kennedy, we were mostly focused on what was happening with that."
"Don't worry, I understand; pretty much the whole country was pretty shook up by it. Especially how all of a sudden it was."
"There was also when I tried to speak to you, two or three years ago; but you ended up going to Maine, and were there for months."
"Can we please just talk about these records?"
"Indeed, about those records."
"Yes, I just think that keeping these records of these people is unnecessary; especially since these are just people trying to live their lives, not criminals."
"I understand where you're coming from, Professor; but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
"But why, didn't you give my paper to the right people?"
"I did, and they wouldn't listen; but I suggest you back out now, while you have the chance."
"What do you mean ?"
"Look Professor, I try to learn as much as I can with the people I work with; in case they become my enemies. Thanks to our friends at the CIA, I have discovered audio footage. Mostly of a evening on June 6th 1961, in a small motel near the Caballito de Mar in San Francisco California. With you, and what sounds like two other people."
Charles eyes soon widened in horror.
"I also have some records from Maine, about that trip there; and the reasoning behind it. Congratuation on the third one survivng, by the way."
"Please Mr. Hoover, I beg of you; I worked hard to keep all of that hidden, so that my little girls could at least have a somewhat normal life."
"Well I suggest you leave, and let these records stay put."
Soon tears started welling up in Charles's eyes, but then he remembered that he found something that gave him the upper hand.
"If you don't erase those records, I'll tell the press about the true origins of your two daughters. I'll also tell them about you and Mr. Tolson."
"Fine, I'll erase the records, and we'll keep our secrets; just that. Okay ?"
"Fine, I bid you good day, Mr. Hoover."
"You as well Professor Xavier."
After Charles had left, J.Edgar picked up the phone; to call Clyde.
"Change of plans, Tolson; we'll wait until the time is right to release the information."
"When sir?"
"Long after I'm gone, that way they won't suspect anything."
On the private plane ride back to Westchester, there was complete silence until Bellaluna finally spoke.
"Are you okay, pama?"
"Of course I am, why do you ask?"
"Because I can sense that you are sad."
"Don't worry Bellaluna, I'm perfectly fine; I just miss your father."
Bellaluna then hugged her pama, and he then hugged back.
"I know pama, I just miss daddy too."
"Thanks Bellaluna, at least we have each other; my precious little moonbeam."
After they arrived back at Winchester, Bellaluna looked up at the stars; and decided to make a wish.
Bellaluna then took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"I wish my daddy would come home."
"Come on sweetie, it's time for bed."
Charles then carried her to her room, and placed her in her bed.
"Good night Bellaluna."
"Good night pama."
After Charles kissed bellaluna on the forehead, the young girl went to sleep.
While Bellaluna was asleep, Charles went to the library where Hank was reading.
"How did the meeting go?"
"It went okay, he'll hopefully stop keeping those records."
"Are you okay, you seem a bit stressed out."
"I heard Bellaluna wishing that her father would come home."
"And you don't want to admit that you hope for the same thing."
"No of course not, my life has been better without- who am I kidding? I miss him."
"Don't worry just let it all out."
"When I first met him, I thought I would be spending the rest of my days with him; but then all of this has happened and I'm also worried about Bellaluna. After losing so many people that cared about her and loved her, I'm worried of how broken she will end up."
"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be okay."
"I hope you're right Hank, I hope you're right."