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I could never forget you	By : Akabara Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Caleb sat in his seat on the Blackbird in his white undershirt and navy blue boxers. The craft was hovering in midair over a rapidly moving body of water, the water that had claimed one of their own. He gingerly brought a hand up to his temple, where the crimson liquid slowly flowed from a single gash. He winced a bit at the contact of flesh to wound but held pressure on it.
He briefly thought of asking Logan to help, but currently he seemed in too severe shock to do much of anything. Instead looking at Wolverine and Cyclops, their roles were reversed. While Scott, normally the calm at the center of a raging hurricane clutched at the neck of Logan’s uniform while he cried anguished tears. The feral animal held onto the younger man, keeping him up right while repeating, ‘she’s gone.’
Grief struck both of them harder than any force either had ever experienced. She was gone. She had given her life to save all of them. It wasn’t happening, right? This was a nightmare, and he was going to wake up in his bed, find that the mansion had never been invaded and life would continue on as normal, and Dr. Grey would continue to see to every single one of their injuries, guide them back to their bodies if they were comatose. Irreplaceable… that was the only word to describe her. Irreplaceable was exactly the fitting word for the woman who had taught him so much about the trials of living with telepathy and telekinesis, his mentor. She had to still be alive.
The X-men, and the students onboard along with Kiara Payton had begun crying almost instantly, but he felt nothing. He willed himself to feel nothing. He had to remain numb to it. If he allowed his emotions to spill out, it would spell danger to all that were near him, he didn’t want that. Not after her sacrifice. Aside from the chorus of quiet sobs, and Scott’s loud mournful screams, was Kurt’s calm and gentle voice, “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
“We have to get to Washington. Something’s happening in the White House,” Charles stated, suddenly. Almost instantly everyone shifted into their X-men mode.
Hours later, they’d settled what was happening in Washington and were back at the mansion. There was no denying it… this was real. Caleb laid staring up at the ceiling, his head bandaged up, from what Logan could tell there was no concussion, just a gash. The professor’s tests along with Hank McCoy’s had indicated that Caleb had suffered damage on a cellular level throughout his entire body during the day.
The blonde haired teenager closed his eyes the morning’s events replaying in his mind.
Zac had hacked into Stryker’s computer data base and was searching around while Cal kept the room sealed off, “Come on man, this is taking too long!”
“Got any idea how many files I’m having to skim through?” Zac asked, slightly irritated. He was always edgy when he didn’t have any of his gear and his biological gender was clearly evident. Suddenly Zac’s face paled.
“What?” Caleb asked, walking over.
“Dude no!” Zac exclaimed trying to block Caleb’s view, but it was too late. It was file on Elizabeth, on his mother, her name was mentioned at the start of the file, although the majority of it referred to her as ‘Test Subject 20’.
Zac was pushed aside, but remained on his feet while Caleb reviewed her file, “mutant blood and marrow added to her own to irradicate the cancer that threatened to kill her had a… had another result. The reversal of non specific ovarian failure after a lengthened time indicates that the human on some level received a heavily diluted form of the power that the blood and marrow originated from. Subject is unaware she was given mutant marrow for the purpose of this experiment as is Richard Stoner, upon discovery would result in the Colonel needing to be….”
He swallowed a bit, “Eliminated. Furthermore this experiment provided the ground work to embark on another test, subject 27. Subject 27, if the experiment goes as predicted will possess mainly telepathy with some telekinetic ability. Telekinetic ability will be an artificial ability granted by me, Subject 27’s creator, and taken from a known level 5 mutant, Mutant 103. The power of Subject 27 could be infinite. Subject 27 will also provide the answer to which parent is responsible for passing on mutation to unborn offspring. Study of their DNA will be required so the marker can be discovered and the mutant threat…”
Caleb shook his head and gave a heavy sigh, “eliminated before birth. This is my seventh attempt at creating a weapon via conception.”
“Subject 27 was born two weeks early on…”
Caleb paled and blinked repeatedly and whispering, “March 6^th 1998…. It’s me. They never told me. They never even thought about it.”
He shook his head while continuing to skim through the file, “Subject’s father named on birth certificate is inaccurate. Nathaniel Payton is human. Subject 27’s biological father is Mutant 143.”
Caleb scowled a bit before searching for Mutant 143’s file and blinking at the name, “Jason Stryker…”
“Cal.. I…” Zac began.
Caleb hit a button and the printer fired up, while Sky landed in the room with Zac and Caleb.
“What’s wro-“
“Stay with Zac, keep the room secure, there’s something I’ve gotta do,” Caleb interrupted before levitating up into an air vent.
Sky looked to Zac, “What?”
“Not my place,” Zac replied.
‘Jason’s my father… that friend my mom always wanted to help… he’s here. No wonder she always said I remind her of Jason,’ Caleb thought to himself as he moved rapidly through the went and into a hallway.
He began racing to the cerebro room, not even slowing down when he saw Scott and Jean. He scowled at the fact that Storm and Nightcrawler where nowhere to be found and then he picked up on their thoughts. Nightcrawler appeared with storm in his arms before.
Just before Nightcrawler vanished again Caleb grasped the man’s shoulder, causing him to be teleported into Cerebro with him.
“Vhat vere you thinking? Zis place is going to collapse!” Nightcrawler bellowed at Caleb.
Caleb wasn’t listening, his eyes were on a very hypothermic Jason in the room and went over to him. Nightcrawler wrapped his arms around the professor, “Let’s go, child!”
“No. I’m not leaving without my father,” Caleb answered.
Jason’s eyes shifted, looking to Caleb.
Nightcrawler vanished with the professor.
“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen,” Caleb told Jason.
He winced when debris fell and struck his left temple, ‘damn.’
He took in a calming breath before bringing up a telekinetic force field, lifting himself and Jason, still in his wheelchair to the center of the room.
After he was sure the others had left the other side of the door, he began pressing against it with telekinetic force, eventually causing the door to give away and blow into the hallway. Caleb and Jason then landed in the hallway. Caleb grasped the handles of Jason’s wheelchair and began racing towards the Blackbird.
‘He’s at Mother of Mercy now, and Logan’s with him…. He should be okay,’ Caleb thought to himself.
He knew that his mom was aware of Jason being in the hospital and the surgery he was now undergoing, hoping they could remove the device that William had implanted into his son's spine to drain his cerebral fluid. Odds were she was going to stay the entire time that Jason was in the hospital.
Caleb winced at the pain that shot through his mind as though a billion shards of glass were piercing into his skull.
He groaned in pain, his vision going black though he remained conscious.
‘God damn it…. The headaches are back,’ Caleb thought, then became aware that he’d accidentally said that telepathically.
“Oh shit,” Caleb grumbled out loud as his hands went to the top of his jeans and loosened the belt.
“Well… one way I could always break these headaches and regain focus… if I use my imagination…. But hopefully…” Caleb muttered to himself before hesitating.
‘If my powers are this out of control what if I accidentally project what I’m imagining into their minds? Oh fucking hell,’ He wondered and was immediately thankful that time that his telepathy hadn’t caused him to project his thoughts into everyone else’s mind.
Zac sat on the balcony railing, a lit cigarette in his mouth, ‘A Christian… he’s a Christian.’
The thought played over and over in Zachary’s mind as he furiously inhaled the smoke and released it from his lungs, then lit another with the end of the first cigarette. Chain smoking, he hadn’t done this since he moved into the Xavier institute, even though he knew his lungs could take it, if he chain smoked enough it would make him physically sick. Right now, he wanted that. He wanted the nauseated feeling inside of him to lift, and the only way to do that was to make himself vomit. He couldn’t induce it any other way, not with Kiara in the state she was in. After crying or a few hours, she’d finally fallen asleep. She and Sky both were now asleep in Zac’s room while he furiously sucked back the toxins contained within the cigarette, waiting, hoping he hadn’t built up an immunity to it.
There was a loud ‘proof’ sound and Nightcrawler appeared next to him, “I knew I vould find you here. You are upset, but not just at the zee loss of your comrade. Vhy?”
“I hate Christians… much as they hate me,” Zac replied, briefly pausing on his cigarette to answer.
“Vhy do you say zhat? I do not hate anyone,” Kurt answered as he climbed off the railing and looked at Zac.
“Why? Because you don’t know me yet, soon as ya do, the bullshit’s gonna start about sinning, about learning to love myself as I was born. It’s all the same bullshit I always hear,” Zac replied.
Kurt gained a hurt expression, as if Zac had physically injured him with his words, “It gives me great pain to hear such anger and hate in your voice. You are so young. Hate is born of fear, and it sounds as though, you have had reason to fear Christians. Some vill go around belittling others for zheir sins, but zhey forget zhat vone thing: ve all sin.”
Zachary blinked a bit and stopped smoking the cigarette, now listening intently.
He gave Zac a closer view of his skin, “I did zees myself. Zhey are Angelic symbols. Passed on to mankind by zee Archangel, Gabriel. I have vone for every sin. So, quite a few. None of us are pure, zhat is zhy ve need God. God loves all of his children as they are, inside and out. I think though, I understand vhere you are coming from. You vish to be different then you were born. I vas always zee same. I could change zee inside, but not zee outside. I still vish I could sometimes… just so zhat vhen people look at me, zhey do not look at me with fear and I can help zem more. I think zhat if you can make zee outside match vhat is inside, and it vill make you happy, you should. I am sorry for zee horrible things zhat have been said and done to you, Zachary. Your youth, it’s so frail, and fleeting. It vas robbed from you vith hate and misunderstanding of who you are.”
“You’re the first to ever say something like that,” Zac admitted, a few tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
He looked out over the school grounds before continuing, “Out of all of the Christians that hurt me… my parents were the worst. I always had to hide. Only time I could be me… the real me… was with my friend Jessie. That’s why I loved staying over at her house. One day her Dad called my folks and told them that I was transgender… that I looked like a girl but I was really a boy. He meant well, but he didn’t really understand. He thought he was helping me… helping my parents to better understand me. I got home that night… my room was completely transformed. The walls were pepto-bismol pink, the curtains were yellow with pink flowers… my bed, everything was so feminine.”
He’d spat out the word ‘feminine’ as if it left a disgusting taste in his mouth. He shook his head, “I got a real talking to as well… told that from that point on I was only to buy dresses and skirts… I was to wear heeled shoes, and that an appointment was made for me to go see an ex-gay therapist the following day. I told them adamantly that I wasn’t going. My Dad said that if I refused to go, then I could leave their house and don’t bother coming back until I was ready to become the young lady I was born to be. I grabbed a duffle bag, ripped open a garbage bag, stuffed as many of my unisex clothing in there as I could, and I grabbed a pillow and a blanket, shoved that into another bag… then I walked out and never looked back. I was thirteen.”
Tears silently fell from Kurt’s eyes as he watched Zac. A blue finger came up, and gently brushed away a tear that had travelled half way down Zac’s cheek.
“Zhat vas their mistake. Zhey gave up zee greatest gift zhat God gave zem, and zhen God provided you vith a new family, Zachary. Let zhat be proof of his love for you. You did go vithout for a while, but he vill always provide for his children, in zee most mysterious of vays. His strongest soldiers, fight zee hardest battles and are given zee most difficult tests. Although, he vill never give you more tests zhen you can handle,” Kurt offered.
A strangled sob escaped Zac’s throat as he looked away.
Kurt kept his hand on Zac’s shoulder, “you do have a beautiful soul, and a good heart. You should not carry such pain. He can teach you to let it go. If you’ll trust me… I can try to help you begin your healing.”
“I’m not gonna change. Fear and anger are the only things that have saved me,” Zac uttered.
“I am not asking you to change your personality, just the hardness in your heart. Fear and anger may have kept you alive this far, now, give faith a chance,” Kurt replied, giving Zac’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.
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