The Children or Fuck, I guess I’m a father now
“You’re late.”
Charles had just walked into his office after feeling a mind putzing around and reading his papers, only to find Erik, looking accusatory.
“You’re early,” Charles shot back.
“No. I’m exactly on time. Thirty days and 12 hours since the start of your last heat. You are always in heat 30 days and 12 hours after your last heat, give or take a few hours.”
“Well, I’m not, are I?” Erik rolled his eyes, “So, You. Are. Early.”
“You literally just admitted that you are late.” Erik deadpanned.
“You know, part of me thought you might have been stalking me the week of my heat because you were ALWAYS, perfectly, on time.” Erik looked incredulous.
“Really Charles? Me? Stalking? Don’t you think I have better things to do than wait around all week for your heat?” Charles squinted at him. Erik was trying to be suave, detached, but Charles was about to burst this little bubble he seemed to be living in.
“Better things to do?” Charles pouted. “I guess you should leave then and come back in two days.”
Erik’s eyes widened. “Leave?”
While Charles' heat was late, Erik's rut was perfectly on time. He would not be leaving Charles' side for the next day or so until their heat/rut finally synchronized.
“Yeah. Leave. If you have better things to do.” Charles smirked.
“Well,” Erik was trying and failing to not look offended at the suggestion, “I’m…I’m already here. Might as well stick around. What are you up to?”
This piqued his interest. Was Erik actually admitting to being interested in the school? “Well, I have a very important mutant to find.”
“Who are they?” Erik asked, sitting on Charles' desk.
“A young girl. She is telepathic and something else, I can’t really identify. Too broad. Too powerful” Charles could feel Erik perk up.
“Sounds…intriguing.”
“Would you like to come along?” Charles asked, knowingly.
“Yes.” Erik answered immediately.
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“You are going to have to be gentle with her. She just lost her mother in an accident.” Charles told Erik as they drove to the hospital.
“What was the accident?” Erik asked, staring out the window.
“Car accident, apparently.” Charles never took his eyes off Erik as he slowly turned from the window at Charles' words.
“Apparently?”
“She…,” Charles really didn’t know why he thought bringing Erik along was a good idea, “She shouldn’t have survived a crash like that. There wasn’t a scratch on her. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that she presented as a mutant on the same day.”
“I see.” Erik stated.
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“Now look here, Omega, what right do you think you have to tell me about my own daughter? She is a monster.” Oh yeah, that’s why he brought Erik along. The father was a raging arse hole who was never going to listen to an Omega regardless of their doctoral status.
They had only been there for two minutes, but he felt Erik’s mind snap at that.
“Monster?” Erik growled, “I would define a monster to be someone who attacks people without regard. Someone who causes extended psychological or physical pain. Someone who hates the kind and fears the intelligent. In other words, Not. Your. Daughter.”
Mr.Grey looked carefully between them. “You think you can help her?”
Charles answered immediately, “Yes.”
“Fine. Take her then, but I never want to see that…” Erik growled in warning, “Her again.”
Charles couldn’t help but notice that this man wasn’t talking to him, he was talking to Erik, but that's why Charles brought him, so he was doing his job.
“I can’t help but be disappointed.” Charles maneuvered himself towards the exit, “However, you won’t regret this.” With that he wheeled out, but not before hearing Erik mumble ‘You are luck Charles is here and it’s not just me.’
They traveled down the hallway in silence until they got to the waiting room. The girl was the only one there.
“Hello Jean,” Charles wheeled up to the girl. “My name is Dr.Xavier and this is my companion, Mr. Lensherr.”
After a pause it became clear she wasn't going to say anything. Just continue to stare at the floor.
“I run a school for gifted young people and I was wondering if you would want to enroll.”
Jean's burning gaze met theirs, “My parents are dead aren’t they?”
Jean thought both her parents were dead. Was it better to live under this lie or now the truth about her father?
Before Charles could respond, Erik said “Yes. I’m sorry they both died in the crash.”
Charles could feel Jean poking at his and Erik’s mental shields. “It’s quite rude to read someone’s mind without their permission, you know.” Charles gave her a mental flick on the wrist.
Jean looked surprised. Charles could feel Erik's shark-like grin on him.
“Did you think you were alone?” Erik asked, “We are mutants. This school is only for mutants.”
Jean didn’t respond. “We are like you Jean. We can help you.” Charles reached out with his hand.
“Like me? I doubt that.” Jean said looking out the window as she levitated every car and potted plants in the parking lot.
“Oh my, Charles. I like her.” Erik grinned.
“I can teach you to control your powered Jean. So they don’t control you.” Charles tried again.
“I’m sorry Doctor and mister. I can’t go to school, I’m too dangerous.” Jean sighed, literally twiddling her thumbs.
“Take this pen. Actually just take it. It’s a gift.” Charles handed her a pen with the school name on it in case she didn’t want to come today. “It’s a gift. What you choose to do with that gift is up to you. You could draw a really pretty picture with it, or you could poke someone’s eye out. But it’s up to you, Jean.”
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Charles was quite glad his shield was as strong as they were, because his heat was getting more intense by the minute during the long drive to the mansion.
Once they got to the school. Charles sent Hank a quick message, “Come quick. Indisposed. New student!” Erik helped him out of the car and placed him gently into the wheelchair. Jean was just staring up at the house.
“I can’t live here.” Jean sighed.
“Why not?” Charles asked, a bit shortly. As much as he wanted to be there with the child, he really needed to leave.
“It’s too pretty. I’ll break things.” She looked back to the car as it drove away.
“How about this? If you break anything, I’ll fix it?” Charles tried to be calm and collected rather than desperate.
“Not anything.” Jean replied solemnly. This girl really had a dramatic streak. She would get along well with Erik and Raven.
Charles started into her soul for a minute. “You are not broken, Jean.”
Jean smiled and Hank came running around the corner and swept her away.
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“You know,” Erik was breathing deeply after their previous activities, “I loved seeing you with the children. It brings out a motherly side to you I haven’t seen much before.”
Charles was even more exhausted than he normally is after heat sex because he had to spend the entire time pointed trying to hide it from the occupants of the house, redirecting their thoughts when they thought of him and making the smell quite invisible. Especially with their nosy little telepath, Jean, searching for Charles every three seconds, until she found something better to do.
“You’re one to talk Mr. Over Protective. I should bring you along more often. Might make my life easier for me.” Charles shifted his arm from underneath him to have his chest lying on the bed. Erik flipped them so Charles was lying on top of him, still connected.
“I showed an extraordinary amount of restraint and you know it.” Erik complained.
“Okay dad.”
“Shut up mom.”
Charles gasped, “Don’t say shut up to your mother.”
Erik’s laugh rumbled deep into his chest. “You are not my mother Charles. You have a mass of adopted children who have to call you professor.”
Charles sighed, “One day they are just going to stop calling me professor and just call me Xavier or Charles or something. But I can not tell you how many people here call me mom in their head.”
“Yes you could.”
“Okay I could.” Charles backtracked, “But I won’t because it’s too long of a list.”
“Charles and his Children” Erik sang to a tune unknown to him.
“Hey. If they are my children they are your children too. Don’t you already call every mutant child ‘my child’ or something. Kinda giving off adopting vibes. Just saying.” Charles shrugged on Erik.
Charles could feel Erik’s mind grinding. “Oh fuck. You are right. I’m a parent now aren’t I?” Charles nodded enthusiastically. “I always thought it would have been a one night stand for something bringing me their adult child who still lives in their basement. Not adopting 20+ something kids.”
“Jean makes 30,” Charles laughed.
“30” Erik repeated, defeated.
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Charles made his way to the elevator that leads directly into the dining room. It was quite in the halls, only the sound of his wheelchair on the wood. But Charles knew better. Their school was still quite small, but he could feel the dozen or so minds buzzing downstairs.
Once the elevator doors opened, he was eminently hit with the sounds and smells that accompany breakfast at the school. He started to roll out to make his way to the bagels set out for people to grab and grabbed a plain bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam.
Charles had a special spot at the end of the table that fit his wheelchair. He was quite grateful for this as the setting around meals tended to be quite ruthless. Kids wanted to sit next to their friends and everyone seemed to have the same five preferred chairs. If you stood up, there was no guarantee that it would be there when you got back. In all honesty, Charles would love to solve this problem, but every chair was exactly the same. His mother would never have had it anyother way.
“Good morning Alex,” he greeted the boy, no man, sitting down next to him. Alex took a bite of his own bagel. It seemed to have a combination of peanut butter, bacon, eggs, and maple syrup. Since coming back from the war his tastes have certainly changed to the more extravagant.
He squinted his eyes and turned his head as he took a deep breath in through his nose. He laughed, almost spitting out part of his bagel. “Somebody got some last night.”
Charles could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Oh. He thought he had disguised the scent of alpha off of him pretty well, but apparently not well enough.
“Alex! There are children here.” Charles chided.
“Well they were still here last night and it didn’t seem to matter then.”
Charles wanted to protest but he could feel their newest student, Jean, asking permission in his mind to sit next to him. He sent back a positive response. Jean put her plate down with a cinnamon raisin bagel with butter down beside him.
“Good morning Jean. How did you sleep last night?” Charles asked.
“Okay. The bed is very comfy, but it was hard to sleep with so many minds in the same room.”
“We’ll just have to do something about that then. Won’t we Alex?” Charles should have expected this with Jean's telepathy.
“Don’t worry Jean. The Professor will get everything you need.” Alex said as he engulfed the last bit of his bagel.
Jean looked around expectantly as they ate their bagels in silence. “Where is Magneto? I thought he would have come down with you? Is he sick?”
Alex choked on his orange juice. “What?!”
The heat was back in his cheeks. He needed to do damage control, but he couldn’t find anything to say.
Jean looked between them expectantly and then settled on Charles, “I thought you two were bonded?”
“Charles?” Alex completely abandoned his breakfast in favor of gaping at Charles. “Magento? Seriously? When did you? Oh. He is the one who? CHARLES!”
Damage control. Damage control. Deny? Change the narrative? Alex was catching the attention of the whole room now with his flounder impression.
Charles was still a bit too stunted to say anything. Then he turned to Alex and said, “We will talk about this later.” with the most threatening look he could muster with his red cheeks and voice at an unnaturally high.
Addressing Jean in her mind, he could tell she figured out that she accidentally exposed Charles and was starting to feel guilty. He sent a message of, ‘Not to worry dear. It would have come out eventually. Let’s just keep this on the down low, yeah?' Jean responded with a nod and took a big bite of her bagel.
Charles snapped back to Alex who was still gaping and sent a strong message: ‘Meet me in my office. And close your mouth, you are going to catch flies.’ Alex snapped his jaw shut and abandoned his breakfast completely to run to his office. Charles had his way to the elevator and pushed the second floor.
Once he got to his office, Alex was already sitting on the couch. “Explain. When did this happen? Why are you fucking Magneto?”
Charles sighed as he pulled up in front of him. “It was an accident.”
Alex scoffed, “Oh so Magento ‘Accidentally came out of hiding’ and he ‘accidentally met Jean’. Then he ‘accidently fell in your bed’? Seriously Charles. How dumb do you think I am?
“I don’t think your dumb at all. It was an accident at first. Then we just kind of… didn’t stop. It’s just… Heats are hard and trying to run a school knowing you will be out for three days a month is impossible. So, Erik, helps me stop them from being a problem…” So this is what it feels like to be a child in trouble. Avoiding eye contact and specific details. God, how was he going to survive this.
Alex, seemingly had a lot more education on Omegas than Erik did and immediately knew what this meant. They were bonded. His gaze softened as he asked, “It was before Cuba, yeah? You bonded before Cuba and now you're stuck in a relationship with that douche.”
“I’m not stuck in a relationship,” Charles protested. “We never fully bonded. See!” Charles pulled his shit down to show Alex his unblemished neck. But, it wasn’t quite as unblemished as he thought it was with the hickeys Erik left just below the t-shirt line.
Alex raised his eyebrow at him. “Whatever you say. But really Charles,” Alex leaned towards him with his hands on his knees. “Are you okay with this?”
Charles took a moment to think about it. Was he okay with this? And he found that, yes. He was perfectly okay with this. “Yes. I am happy with our arrangement.”
Alex laughed without much humor in his mind, “Arrangement?” Charles wanted to take it back, but it was an arrangement so they both could deal with the inconveniences of biology easily. “You know what Professor? If you're happy with this, I’m happy. I’ll keep your secret murder lover a secret. But if I start to see any sign this is going badly, I’m going to Hank and Raven. Deal?”
The relief flooded Charles, “Deal.”