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I, Mutant	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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, Mutant Chapter Ten

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�Wealth, privilege, great hair�you have it all,� his friend teased, slapping him heartily on the back. �C�mon. Melissa is waiting at the house for tea. Don�t want to keep the old girl in suspense.�

�Oh, for the love of� I�m not marrying her. She�s my second cousin.� He slung the saddle carefully over the railing to the stall and patted his pride and joy, a three year old Arabian named Excalibur, on the flank, earning a soft snuffle and whinny for his attentions. �I don�t care about that keep the money in the family mess you and my mother are always on about,� he added, following his friend out of the barn. He loved being among the horses. They were so uncomplicated; their wants were simple and basic and their emotions were never clouded by avarice and deceit. They didn�t judge him, he thought petulantly. The horses may have understood he was not like other humans but they did not care so long as he hid an apple in his pocket and went easy on the bit.

�I think you sorely underestimate the drawing power of wealth,� his friend teased, his smile giving lie to his words. �Oh, don�t give me that look! I know you don�t love Melissa! You�re still pining for that German girl!�

�That,� he replied, is not important right now. What IS important is finding out whether or not you�ve been able to secure our travel arrangements for next month. I don�t like waiting until the last minute.� He elbowed his friend gently in the ribs as he passed, pretending not to see the roll of eyes and the expression of annoyance. �Come on, Eric. Race you to the house.�
He was dead. Even if his body lived on, he was dead. His ribs ached where he had landed on the hard-packed earth and his lower body� He swallowed hard. It was best not to think about it, he scolded himself. Stiff upper lip� That was a lie. He had to think about it, just like he had to think about all of the nurses in the building and their buzzing ideas and feelings and the doctor who came in every day, silent and disapproving, to poke and prod at his numb legs. He had to think about them all and obsess over every detail, every thought. It had grown worse since waking in the hospital, beyond the occasional glimpses into someone else�s mind, beyond the rare coincidences when things seemed to move of their own volition. He had awakened here, dead in body but live in mind, everything at odds with each other. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. �Stop it,� he ordered through gritted teeth. �Just stop it now!�

�Who are you talking to, Charles?� a soft voice called from the door. �Stop what?�

Red heat flooded his mind and he could see, as if it were a picture show, what the nurse was thinking. Poor man, never walk, half a man, useless legs, good thing he�s rich. �Stop thinking that,� he rasped. �I am not half a man.� His narrowed gaze caught her blush as she busied herself with his chart, checking the procedures of the day. �And I am not a�a�poor little rich boy,� he added, catching the edge of the thought as it skated across her mind. She did not say anything else as she fussed over his dressings, checked his ribs and hurried from the room, leaving him alone in his brewing anger. �I am not broken!� he shouted, wishing he had something to throw, wishing he had Eric�s temper and could vent it as readily as he did.

�No,� the man in question intoned, filling the doorway, blocking most of the light from the hall, �but you are childish sometimes��

�Eric,� Charles sighed, falling back into the pillows. �I apologize for my outburst��

�Don�t,� he cut him off. �You�re entitled. Your groom is making noises about having Excalibur put down but I�ve told him if he does, I will have HIM put down.� He offered his friend a brotherly smile and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. �I think it�s time we talk about the findings, Charles. Now, more than any other.�
�Jean�s almost done,� Logan murmured. �Didn�t she grow up nice?�

�I�m proud of all my students,� Professor Xavier intoned softly. �Shhh�� He had seen Eric across the gallery, listening to the speeches going on down below and scowling. In years past, he tried to think of his friend as dead but it did not work. He could not think of Eric as rotting in the ground or ascended to some higher plane. Every time he saw the man, now clad in his odd helmet and swishing, affected cape, he remembered being practically a boy with him, riding Excalibur�long dead of natural causes�and flirting with Melissa and her cousin on the sound in the summer. Magneto, Charles told himself, he is Magneto now and not Eric. Closing his eyes for a moment, he focused his energy on projecting a thought. It was an unnecessary exercise, the need to consciously focus long past, but it kept him from paying attention to the oppositions ramblings. �Now,� he finally breathed. �Now we can move.�

�Are you sure, Chuck?� his companion asked, sounding uncertain. �He�s still talking.�

�It�s nothing new,� Professor Xavier sighed. �I�ve heard it all before.�
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