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What The World Needs Now...
September 1979
Looking out the window of the taxi, (Y/N) quietly admired how the sunlight streamed through the endless forest of trees; although they’d been traveling from Westchester County Airport through the woods of upstate New York for nearly a half an hour, the beautiful scenery still managed to keep her distracted from any anxious thoughts.
(Y/N) turned to Molly, who was curled against her side and fast asleep, and gently brushed her hair away from her peaceful face before looking down at the letter resting on her lap. The paper, once crisp and white, was wrinkled and stained from countless readings and although she could practically recite the words from memory by now, she began to read the letter once again.
Dear Miss (Y/L/N),
To say that I was pleasantly surprised by your letter would be an understatement; in all my years of research, I have never heard of a mutation developing at such a young age. I would very much like to meet your daughter to uncover more about her mutation but unfortunately, I am unable to leave my school and students unattended for extended periods of time. Would it be possible for you and your daughter to travel here? I know how complicated everything must seem to you now but I promise you, Miss (Y/L/N), I will do everything in my power to help the both of you in this challenging time.
Regards,
Professor Charles Xavier
Enclosed with the letter were two first-class plane tickets and in any other situation, (Y/N) would’ve rejected such generosity, but she was beyond desperate; Molly’s powers were accelerating with each passing day and becoming more and more noticeable, and they’d already been the target of threats from their supposed friends and neighbors. So, without a second thought, she and Molly found themselves on an airplane the day after the letter arrived. Professor Xavier seems like a very kindhearted old man, she thought with a hint of a smile, maybe the sort who wears patches on the elbows of his jackets and misplaces his reading glasses, or one who is even bald. No matter what he looked or dressed like, though, she was beyond relieved to have finally found someone who could possibly help her daughter.
“Would you look at that?” The taxi driver gave a low whistle. “That’s one hell of a house, huh?”
(Y/N) looked up from the letter and gasped in awe. In the distance stood an enormous mansion, similar to European castles and manors she’d only read about in books; the impressive stone structure was ringed with a manicured lawn and towering trees, and tendrils of ivy grew along the towering walls of the building.
“Molly? Molly, sweetie, time to wake up, we’re here!” Molly’s eyes slowly opened and she sleepily raised her hands to rub at them. “Molly-Bear look, doesn’t it look like a castle?”
Molly finally looked up and her face immediately brightened. “A castle, Mommy!” (Y/N) had to quickly stuff the letter into her purse and move it out of the way as the five-year old clambered onto her lap for a better look; she pressed her hands, which were wrapped in a pair of pink mittens, onto the window and stared at the mansion with wide eyes. “Is there a dragon in there?”
“I’m not sure, sweetie, you’ll have to ask Professor Xavier when we meet him.”
Minutes later, the taxi driver pulled up to the front of the mansion and stopped. (Y/N) thanked him and paid their fare before getting out and grabbing their two suitcases; they watched the taxi drive off before walking up several steps to the mansion’s massive front doors. On the stone wall beside the door was a modest brass plaque, which read Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.
“Wanna help me knock, Molly-Bear?” When the little girl smiled toothily, (Y/N) set their suitcases down, picked Molly up and rested her against her hip before raising her knuckles to the door. Molly placed her small fist against the door and they both knocked loudly, and (Y/N) silently hoped that someone in the enormous house would be able to hear them.
Much to her surprise, however, the door opened only a few moments later to reveal a tall man; he had a youthful face, with carefully styled brown hair and brilliant blue eyes behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and he wore a white laboratory coat over a dark blue button-down shirt and brown slacks. “Hello, how can I help you?”
“We wanna see Professor ’Zavier!”
The man’s bewildered look would’ve made (Y/N) smile if not for their serious situation. “My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and this is my daughter, Molly. We’re here to meet Professor Charles Xavier.” She reached into her purse, withdrew the letter and handed it to the wary man. “He sent me this letter several days ago.”
His eyes quickly scanned the words and he looked up, his guarded expression falling as he gave her a bright smile. “Of course, the professor’s been expecting you both, Miss (Y/L/N)!” Giving back the letter, he opened the door wider and gestured for them to enter. “Here, let me get your bags for you.”
“Thank you, Mr.…?”
“Oh, it’s Hank, Hank McCoy.” He shook her hand before bringing their suitcases into the house and nudging the door closed behind them. “The professor should be in his study, so if you’ll follow me…”
While Hank led them through the halls of the mansion, (Y/N) looked around and admired the beautiful interior. Everything from the mahogany wood-paneling to the slightly-faded ornate carpeting made her feel as though she were Nick Caraway from The Great Gatsby, entering the elaborate home of the mysterious Jay Gatsby for the very first time. However, she couldn’t help but notice a distinct lack of students roaming the halls.
“Excuse me, Hank, but where are all the children?”
Hank glanced down at his wristwatch. “Right now, they’re all in fifth period. It’s usually a lot noisier around here, but I think they’re all taking tests today.” They turned down another hall and continued walking. “I’m sorry for back there, by the way, we don’t get many visitors and sometimes the ones we do get-” He bit his lip and looked down before continuing. “They’re not all exactly fans of mutants like us.” Giving his head a small shake, Hank glanced between her and Molly out of the corner of his eye. “So, um…what exactly is her-?”
“Mutation?” (Y/N) finished for him. “I was hoping that Professor Xavier could tell me.” She looked down and frowned when she noticed how Molly’s face was pressed into her chest and how her mitten-clad hands were tightly clutching the sides of her head. “Molly? Sweetheart, are you okay?”
“My brain is itchy again, Mommy.”
Pressing a comforting kiss to her hair, (Y/N) glanced up to meet Hank’s bewildered expression. “Professor Xavier…” Her eyes prickled with tears before she rapidly blinked them away, putting on the brave face she had worn continuously for the past two months. “He’s the only one who can help us…I know he is.”
Hank gave her a small nod and they continued down the hall in silence. After taking another turn, they came face-to-face with a set of doors; before Hank could set their suitcases down and knock, a voice inside called out, “Come in, Hank.”
With a reassuring smile, Hank gestured to the door and she opened it; inside was a rather messy study, with papers piled high on chairs and tables and overflowing bookshelves along the walls. Behind an enormous desk sat a man writing in a journal, and he looked nothing like how she’d imagined. For starters, the man wasn’t bald or old, he had wavy brown hair that brushed past his ears and appeared to be only a handful of years older than her. He was dressed in a stylish grey suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a patterned shirt, and he sat in a silver wheelchair. When he finally glanced up from his writing, she was instantly struck by the intelligent blue eyes that bored directly into hers.
“Charles, this is Miss (Y/L/N) and her daughter…”
“Of course!” Placing his pen on the desk, Charles rested his hand on the arm of his wheelchair and used the joystick to wheel himself around the desk, coming to a stop before her and outstretching his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss (Y/L/N).”
(Y/N) smiled politely and shook his hand, slightly taken aback by his distinct British accent and undoubtedly handsome looks. “Please, call me (Y/N), and the pleasure’s all mine.” She set Molly down and placed a reassuring hand on her small shoulder. “This is Molly. Molly, do you want to say hello to Professor Xavier?”
“Hi Professor ’Zavier!”
Charles smiled warmly at Molly’s enthusiastic greeting and shook her extended hand. “Hello Molly, and welcome to the school for the gifted. Please, make yourselves-oh,” He glanced around as if only just noticing the state of the room. “Hank, could you clear those papers off the sofa? I’m terribly sorry for the mess, my students just turned in their first major assignment of the year and I’ve admittedly been a little slow in grading them.” After setting their suitcases down, Hank gathered up all the papers strewn over the small couch and took them to another table. “Thank you; please, have a seat.” (Y/N) led Molly to the couch and they sat as Charles wheeled himself to them. “Do you mind if Hank stays while we talk? He helps me run the school and his scientific expertise may be helpful in unlocking Molly’s mutation.”
“Of course not,” Hank nodded in thanks and leaned against the wall. (Y/N) twirled the edge of her sweater around her fingers nervously and looked back at the professor. “So, um…what would you like to know first?”
“I’d like to begin by asking your daughter some questions, if that’s alright with you?” She nodded in agreement. “Thank you. Molly?” Charles asked gently and Molly, who had already gotten distracted by the window beside them, turned to him. “I was hoping that you and I could play a game, would you like that?” He’s very good with children, she thought with an inward smile, a sure sign of an excellent teacher.
Molly nodded. “Sure, that sounds fun! What kinda game?”
“How about…I ask you a question and after you answer, you ask me one? You can even ask Hank questions. Isn’t that right, Hank?”
The younger man looked bewildered for a moment. “Um, y-yeah, of course. Sure thing.”
“Alright, I’ll let you start.” Charles sat back in his wheelchair and smiled. “You can ask me anything you-”
“Do you have a dragon here?”
Her sudden question caused Charles to laugh and (Y/N) to crack a brief smile. “I’m afraid not, but we do have a student who has the ability to shoot flames out of her mouth; not quite the same thing, unfortunately. Now, Molly, your mother wrote me a letter and told me that something has been happening to you recently; can you describe it for me?”
Molly plucked thoughtfully at her mittens. “My brain gets itchy sometimes, and then I hear voices and see things. It doesn’t last that long.” Charles and Hank exchanged a look before Molly spoke again. “Why are you wearing a white jacket?”
“Um, well, it’s my lab coat…I’m a scientist.” Hank answered awkwardly and Molly looked up at him expectantly. “Oh right, the game. Um, so you…like dragons, huh?”
Molly grinned toothily. “Yeah, they’re really cool! Professor ’Zavier, what’s your mu…mu…?”
“Mutation?” She nodded. “Well, to put it simply, I can read minds.”
“Excuse me?” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You’re a telepath?”
He only smiled at her. “You don’t believe me.”
“No, I believe you, it’s just…well…”
Charles shrugged, the smile still on his face. “I suppose it sounds a little fantastical, doesn’t it? Do you mind if I read yours? I promise I’ll only read surface thoughts, nothing too deep.” With his elbow resting on his wheelchair’s arm, he raised his hand to the side of his head and wiggled his fingers near his temple as he gave her a questioning look. She slowly nodded and without breaking eye contact, Charles pressed two fingers to his temple; after several moments passed, his face broke out into an amused grin. “I’m certainly glad to have all my hair and while I don’t have reading glasses or patches on the elbows of my jackets, I do have a silly habit of misplacing my pen.” (Y/N)’s mouth fell open in surprise but before she could say anything, Charles’ voice rang out in her head. “Perhaps this will help curb your skepticism.” Before her eyes, Hank’s carefully styled hair morphed into an exaggerated Elvis cut and his lab coat was changed into a black leather jacket; she blinked in shock and when she opened her eyes, Hank’s appearance was back to normal.
(Y/N) looked between Charles, who was smiling mischievously as he lowered his fingers, and Hank, who looked slightly confused, and she found her own lips curving upwards. “That’s an amazing gift, Professor! Are you able to communicate with everyone’s mind like that at all times?”
“Thank you and please, call me Charles. I haven’t yet met a mind that I wasn’t able to read and communicate with; however, I make it a case to never invade anyone’s mind without their express permission.” He turned back to Molly. “Which leads me to my next question; Molly, is it alright if I read your mind for a moment? I’d like to try and learn what those voices are saying.”
Molly looked up at (Y/N) expectantly, so she wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s your decision, Molly-Bear.”
The little girl nodded and Charles brought his fingers back to his temple. A heavy silence fell over the room and (Y/N) anxiously bit her lip as she watched the professor’s face. His neutral expression faded and was replaced with a look of wonder, with his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened.
Hank frowned and took a step forward. “Charles?”
“I’m fine, Hank, just a little stunned.” He lowered his hand and sat back in his wheelchair, the amazed look still on his face. “I’m terribly sorry, Molly, but I need to break the rules of our game for a moment and ask another question; why is it you’re wearing gloves? It’s a beautiful day outside, hardly the kind of weather to warrant wearing them…”
Molly raised her mitten-covered hands and flexed her fingers. “Oh, that’s ‘cause it stops the voices a little bit!”
“Well, Molly, I believe I know what your mutation is.” He glanced between Molly and (Y/N) as he spoke. “You’re a psychometric telepath. To put it simply, you have the ability to open a psychic link with anyone related to the object you’ve touched and read their minds; those voices you’re hearing, Molly, are the thoughts of all the people you’ve psychically connected with once you’ve held their possessions. I’ve never met a person with this mutation before, it’s truly fascinating!”
(Y/N) furrowed her brow in confusion. “So, Molly can communicate with another person’s mind just like you can, so long as she’s held something that belongs to them?” Charles nodded. “That explains-”
Just then, a bell rang through the mansion and (Y/N) could hear the muffled sounds of voices and footsteps. “Ah, fifth period’s over.” There was a knock on the study door. “Come in.”
A tall man with long blonde hair entered, also dressed in a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt. “You rang, Charles?” He gestured playfully to his temple as he spoke.
“Yes, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and her daughter, Molly. Ladies, this is my former student and fellow professor, Alex Summers.”
(Y/N) stood and smoothed her skirt before shaking Alex’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alex.”
“Likewise; I’ve heard a lot about you from Charles.” Alex bent down and offered his hand Molly. “And I’ve heard even more about you. Nice to meet you, Molly!” The little girl only giggled and gave his hand a small shake.
“Alex, I was hoping that you and Hank would watch Molly for a short while, as (Y/N) and I still have to talk things over. That is,” Charles glanced back at (Y/N). “If you and Molly are alright with that?”
Alex crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. “We’ve got a pretty big playground ’round back, if you’re interested.”
Molly gasped in excitement and (Y/N) chuckled as she sat back down. “It’s fine with me. Have fun, sweetheart!”
“Bye Mommy!” The little girl gave her a kiss on the cheek before tugging Alex out of the study by the leg of his pants with Hank trailing reluctantly behind them. “Bye Professor ’Zavier!”
Once the door of the study closed behind them, Charles turned his attention back to her. “(Y/N), I need to know the exact circumstances in which Molly’s mutation first appeared. Don’t leave anything out, every detail could be important.”
“Well, it first happened around two months ago; I was at the kitchen table going through bills and Molly was playing in the backyard with our neighbor’s son, Randy. I had just finished up when I heard them shouting, so I went in the backyard to see Randy crying and Molly holding the baseball mitt his father had lent him.” (Y/N) looked down at her clasped hands before continuing. “Randy said that Molly told him his father was going to leave him and his mother so he could be with his girlfriend; I thought that she was lying but the next day, I ran into Randy’s mother on my way to work and she told me that her husband admitted to cheating on her and wanted a divorce. After that day, whenever Molly touched something, she would say things about people that she couldn’t possibly know about.”
“And then?”
(Y/N) stood and walked to the window, looking out at a beautiful lake surrounded by trees as her eyes stung with unshed tears. “People began noticing. I-I had her wear gloves because they helped control it a little – I didn’t know why at the time – but it was too late. People on the street called Molly a witch, we got these awful letters in the mail, my car was vandalized and…and someone even broke into our apartment while we were at the park. That was the final straw; I quit my job, packed our things, and drove us to another state where we stayed at a motel. That’s where I found out about you and your school and wrote you…” How could people be so cruel to a child, she thought sadly, wiping away the tears as they streamed down her cheeks. “You have to understand, Charles, I’m not ashamed of my daughter’s gift. I’ve always believed that a person’s differences should be celebrated, but lately I live in fear that someone less understanding will see her gift as an excuse to hurt her.”
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” She felt something brush against her hand and looked down to see Charles beside her, offering her a handkerchief. She accepted it with a quiet word of thanks and dried her eyes while he gently continued. “No one should have to experience what you and your daughter have, but you can’t lose your hope in humanity. Humans have always feared and hated that which they couldn’t understand but one day, humans and mutants will be able to peacefully coexist. We just have to keep believing in that one day.”
(Y/N) nodded, took a breath and cleared her throat before looking back down at his compassion-filled face. “Now what do we do?”
“Well, now that we know exactly what Molly’s mutation is, we can discuss her enrollment here.” He gestured back to the couch and she took a seat as he continued. “If you decide to enroll her, she’ll be taught by myself to harness and control her mutation, as well as receive a normal education – English, mathematics, those sorts of things – from certified professors. There’s no tuition or rooming fee to be paid, and she can stay here from kindergarten all the way through to college if she wants.”
“And if I decide to enroll her, how…how often would I be allowed to see her?” At the thought of being separated from Molly, (Y/N)’s throat tightened and she blinked rapidly to stop herself from tearing up again; they were all each other had and while she couldn’t bear the thought of living apart from her daughter, she cared far more about her safety to be selfish.
“Well, I expect you’ll be seeing lots of her, since I’m also offering you a position here.” (Y/N)’s eyes snapped back to his and her mouth opened wordlessly before closing in stunned silence. “While I was reading your mind earlier, I noticed that you were previously employed as an English tutor and quite an impressive one at that; you’ve held positions at several universities, including your alma mater, and you’ve even had a research paper published in an academic journal. And as it just so happens, one of our professors recently retired and we have a vacancy needing to be filled.” While she continued to stare at him in shock, he gave her a sympathetic smile. “I would never dream of separating you from Molly, (Y/N), not at her young age. You both are welcome to stay here as long as you’d like.”
Surging forward, (Y/N) clasped her hands around his and let out a half-sob, the tension that had built over two months finally leaving her body. “Thank you, thank you so much, Charles, I-I really don’t know what to say!”
“I take it that you and Molly will stay, then?”
(Y/N)’s face broke out into a wide grin, the biggest she’d given anyone in a long time, and nodded. “Yes, we will.”
Charles’ smile matched hers and he gave her hands a small squeeze. “Excellent. Now, how about a tour of the mansion?”
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For nearly an hour, Charles led (Y/N) on a tour of the entire mansion; she saw both the wing of student dormitories and the wing of professor dormitories, the kitchens, the dining hall, several classrooms and finally, the massive library. It was difficult to contain her excitement upon seeing so many books in one place, so she was relieved when Charles encouraged her to look around while he spoke to a young student about his homework. I’ve never seen so many books in my life, she thought happily as her fingers skimmed over the old book spines. Based on everything that Charles had told her and what she’d seen over the past hour, she was entirely sure that she had made the right decision for her daughter.
“What do you think of our library?” Charles asked as his wheelchair came to a stop beside her. “It’s not as extensive as I’d wish it to be, but I’m working on purchasing newer books that the children would normally read if they were enrolled in a regular school.”
“I think it’s wonderful, Charles. Most of the books I’ve seen here you’d never find in a public school; I mean, how many students get the opportunity to study Molière outside of a private institution?” She turned away from the books to give him a smile. “The children are very lucky to have a professor who cares about them as much as you do.”
Charles grinned bashfully, his ears turning a vibrant shade of red. “It’s nothing, really, but thank you…w-would you care for a tour of the grounds next?”
After Charles switched wheelchairs, he led her outside and around the beautiful grounds. They visited the garden, where some students were picking fruits and vegetables and others were tending to flowers. They made their way across a stone bridge and down a path to watch an older woman instructing teenagers as they fired arrows at various targets, then made their way around the lake, where most of the children had taken advantage of the sunny day to swim. As they made their way around the grounds, Charles told her more about the school: the curriculum he and the other professor’s taught, the different students that attended and his dreams for the future of the school. She listened with rapt attention and interjected with small comments or ideas but mostly allowed him to keep talking. He’s a very ambitious man, she thought pensively as he talked about one day offering college-level courses and degree programs, and she couldn’t deny that there was something endearing about the way he spoke of his dreams.
“(Y/N), do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
Tearing her eyes away from the stunning rose bushes she’d been admiring, (Y/N) offered the professor a smile. “Of course not.”
“It pertains to Molly’s father. Is he…?”
“He’s not in the picture, if that’s what you’re asking.” (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and continued to slowly walk beside Charles’ wheelchair. “We’d only been dating for a couple of months when I got pregnant, and that’s when we realized that we both wanted different things out of our relationship. We went our separate ways and I’ve been raising Molly by myself ever since.” She furrowed her brow as a thought suddenly came to mind. “You don’t think that he might carry the mutant gene as well, do you?”
Charles, who’d been looking up at her with an unreadable expression on his face, shook his head. “It’s possible, but seeing as he’s no longer a part of your lives there’s no way to know for certain.” They fell into a comfortable silence but when they reached the end of the walkway, he stopped. “(Y/N), many of the students I teach come from families that only wish to hide their children’s differences, ones who’d rather send their children away than help them understand and accept their gifts. It’s rare that I meet a parent or guardian as caring and accepting of their child as you, and I just…well, Molly’s very lucky to have you for a mother.”
Feeling her face warm at his praises, (Y/N) ducked her head and smiled bashfully. She loved Molly will all her heart but being a single mother to a five-year-old didn’t provide too many opportunities for romance, mostly because of time constraints but also because the men she’d met seemed to lose interest in her the moment she told them she had a daughter. In the short time she’d known Charles Xavier, however, she’d become a little bit smitten with the handsome professor; he was an excellent listener, allowing her to ramble on and on as his gleaming blue eyes remained entirely focused on her, and the thoughtful care he took in answering all her questions coupled with the charming smiles he’d give her nearly made her weak in the knees.
“So, you mentioned that Alex and Hank help you run the school but, um…is there anyone else around to help out?”
The professor chuckled. “I’m not married or in a relationship, if that’s what you’re asking.” (Y/N) tilted her head to the side and Charles shot her an exasperated look. “I spend half the afternoon talking about mutant genes and super-powered abilities, and that’s what you have difficulty believing?”
“Charles, you’ve got hair like Barry Gibb, a smile like John Travolta and a mansion bigger than the whole apartment building I grew up in.”
“Mm, I suppose I see your point.” Running a hand through his hair, Charles shrugged his shoulders and let out a small sigh. “But restarting the school has been my top priority these past few years. And even if I did have the time to meet someone…well, I’m not sure they’d be willing to accept certain aspects of my life.” His fingers absentmindedly drummed against the armrest of the wheelchair as he spoke and she inwardly sighed at the implications of his words. “So, I choose to focus on helping my fellow mutants and so far, my work has been all the fulfillment I need.”
(Y/N) smiled to herself, his words reminding her of the mantra she often used in her own life, and she found herself replying before she could stop herself. “You know, a very wise professor recently told me that I shouldn’t lose hope in humanity; if I’m going to take his advice to heart, then maybe you should as well. Someone might come along and surprise you, but only if you’re willing to let them in.”
Charles hummed thoughtfully and they shared a warm smile, their gazes lingering on one another even as they continued down the path. “We should go and see what Molly and her new friends are up to; Hank’s hopeless when it comes to children, so we may have to rescue the poor fellow…”
Finally, they made their way to the playground. Since most of the children were swimming or playing soccer, the playground was relatively empty, save for three people; Molly was giggling as she went down the slide and the moment her feet touched the ground, she would clamber back up the play structure and slide back down. Alex was smiling but watching her with the cautious eyes of a skilled babysitter and Hank was preoccupied with scribbling something down in a notebook and didn’t even look up when they approached.
“Hey, you two! How’d everything go?” Alex asked.
“Well, Alex, I’m pleased to say that we have a new-”
“Mommy!” They all looked up to see Molly running towards them, a bright grin stretching across her face as she came to a stop before them. “Mommy, this place is so cool! The playground has swings and there’s a lake and everything’s humongous!”
“I’m glad that you like it,” (Y/N) smiled and knelt down so that they were eye-level. “Molly-Bear, how would you like to go to school here from now on? Would you like that?” Molly’s smile fell and tears began to form in her eyes. “Molly, what’s wrong?”
Molly suddenly threw her arms around her neck and buried her face in the crook of her neck. “Please don’t leave me, Mommy, I promise I’ll be good! I don’t want you to go!”
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” (Y/N) shushed her as she held the sobbing girl in a comforting embrace. “I’ll be living here too, Professor Xavier offered me a teaching job. We’ll still be together, Molly!” She pulled away and held Molly’s face between her hands, wiping away stray tears with the pads of her thumbs. “I promise you, Molly (Y/L/N), I’ll never leave you as long as I live. Okay? You and I are a team, we always have been and we always will be.”
The little girl nodded and looked at Charles. “Are you gonna fix me?”
“Molly, you’re not broken.” Charles spoke firmly and leaned forward in his wheelchair to meet her gaze. “If you really want to stay here, I’ll help you control and focus your power; you’ll be surrounded by children just like you, Molly, children with very exceptional gifts and I promise you that one day, you’ll be able to hear those voices inside your head only when you choose to. So, what do you say?”
Molly’s face broke out into a wide grin. “Okay!”
“Well, then,” Alex crossed his arms and smiled. “Let me be the first to welcome you both to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters!”
As Molly giggled and clapped her mitten-covered hands together, (Y/N) and Charles’ eyes met as timid smiles spread across their faces. Molly and I have always been a team, but maybe now’s the right time to add a new member to the line-up, she thought to herself and judging by the soft look in the professor’s blue eyes, he was thinking something along the same lines.