Chapter Eleven.
Everyone's face paled at that before Charles looked serious "I'll try to find Rogue. Cyclops, you and Storm ready the jet, Whirlwind, you'll accompany me so you can teleport to the jet. Jean, find a uniform for Logan," Charles said, everyone looked at Charles surprised.
Scott gave Charles a look of disbelief "wait a minute, wait a minute, he's not coming with us" Scott insisted firmly, "I'm sorry, Professor, but he'll endanger the mission, and I'd prefer to work with the team we've put together," Scott told him before Logan smirked.
"Hey, I wasn't the one who gave the train station a new sunroof," Logan mocked before Mokuba glared, Scott scoffed at that "no, you were the one who stabbed Rogue, causing my husband to nearly die and for Rogue to take off," Scott snapped before Mokuba grabbed Scott's arm.
"Baby, baby, listen, you don't have to like this I don't either, but we're wasting time Rogue's life is in danger, and we've got to save her," Mokuba told him, “Please, can you be civil with him for a little bit? Then once Rogue's safe, you can carry on trading shots with Logan, for me?" Mokuba asked causing Scott to soften.
"Fine."
Mokuba grinned at that making Scott smile "I'll go grab Storm," Scott said before leaving, "come on, Logan, you'd wanna come before Mokuba uses less nice ways to make you do that he wants, he doesn't mess with children," Jean encouraged making Mokuba shrug.
"I don't deny that."
Logan snorted before growling Jean out of the room "you've come a long way, Mokuba, you used to rely on violence more than your words to get your own way, I’m proud of you" Charles said pride in his voice, Mokuba looked guilty at that.
"God, I was a mean little shit."
"You were one of my tougher children, that's for sure."
Mokuba snorted "I cost you millions in damage control every other week, Professor," Mokuba told him walking over to push him for him “I was nothing but selfish”, Charles hummed "selfish? No but you spent three years on the street you only knew one way to survive, I just had to show you another way," Charles told him who frowned.
"I suppose so but sometimes I worry if you hadn't found me, I'd have turned into the likes of Toad and Sabertooth," Mokuba said pushing him to the secret elevator leading to the underground levels, "I very much doubt that they are choosing to hurt people, the things you’ve done before I found you were pure survival," Charles said.
"Thanks, Professor."
At that they entered Cerebro and Charles moved to start as he did, he suddenly began seizing.
"Professor! Scott! Storm! Jean! Help!" Mokuba yelled panicked moving to Charles's side and pulling him from his chair and before putting him in a recovery position, Mokuba’s breath shock at as Charles’s whole body shaking.
"No! No! Help!"
Charles finally stopped shaking Scott was the first to arrive as soon as he arrived, Scott joined Mokuba's side.
He looked to Mokuba for answers.
"Babe, what the hell happened?" Scott asked as Mokuba swallowed nervously, "He...one minute he was…he just started seizing." Mokuba told his husband his voice shaking.
"Mokuba, Scott, get him to the infirmary."
Mokuba and Scott turned to see Jean, Logan, and Storm all looking concerned before Scott nodded, "Come on, Mokie we’ve got a get him some help" Scott urged before they moved him to the infirmary.
As Jean worked on him Mokuba watched heartbroken.
12 years ago.
16-year-old Mokuba was sleeping in an alcove using his backpack as a pillow before he was woken by the heartbeat of another person.
Instinctively, Mokuba pulled out a knife and pointed it at a man in a wheelchair.
"Come closer and I'll lay you out where you fucking stand!”
The man put up his hands in a sign of peace in front of Mokuba who glared at him "I mean you no harm, Mokuba, my name's Charles Xavier," Charles told him, "how do you know my name?" Mokuba demanded.
"I read your mind."
Mokuba stilled at that.
"You're a mutant?" Mokuba commented, “just like you," Charles told Mokuba "I want to help you.". Mokuba scoffed "good joke. I'm out of here now" Mokuba said picking up his backpack, "where you gonna run now, Mokuba?" Charles inquired making Mokuba angrily storm up to him.
"What do you care for?"
"I understand you, Mokuba someone reaches out to you and says they care about you, it's easy to run," Charles commented before Mokuba shook his head, "look, I'm sure you got a lot of big emotional problems to work through, but I don't give a damn I'm going to find somewhere to sleep," Mokuba countered.
"I'll do you one better, I'm starting a school for mutants to no longer live in fear I want you to come and no longer be seen as a freak," Charles told Mokuba, Mokuba looked uneasy "for how long? Three weeks and then you get sick of me?" Mokuba questioned frowning.
"Well, you're testing my patience now, Mokuba but I'm still offering you a home," Charles assured, Mokuba looked away from Charles, conflicted.
"Why?"
"Because I'm thinking you should finally have someone care about you, I think you need that," Charles said, Mokuba tightened his grip on his backpack "you're not gonna tell me what to do," Mokuba told him firmly.
"Somebody's got to.”
"You're not my fucking dad! Trust me I don’t need another asshole father"
"I'm not trying to be, Mokuba," Charles promised, Mokuba sighed "all I wanna do is give you a warm bed, a hot meal, and an education," Charles told Mokuba simply.
"All right then, I am pretty hungry."
Charles smiled and nodded.
Now.