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Brotherhood Ascendant
By : reginafabulae
Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe
Views: 2542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, I make no money from this, I do not stick to canon. - Chapter List
- 1407 Greymalkin Lane
Charles Xavier had found two gems in Henry McCoy, known as Beast, and a Cheyenne man called only Forge. Hank had recently lost his job as a genetics researcher when the serum he created in an attempt to control his rages resulted in the side effect of growing blue fur all over his body. Both men were geniuses, and happy to help Xavier convert his mansion to a high tech school for mutants. Also showing up to assist was Moira MacTaggert, his one-time fiancée, now married to another man. She was a brilliant geneticist, but merely human.
She had given no explanation, flying over from Scotland on the first plane when Xavier had gotten in touch with her to tell her about his project. He hadn’t asked her to come, only if she would be willing to map the genes of Hank, Forge, and his pupils as he gathered them. He could tell something had her deeply troubled, but he was too much of a gentleman to ask, and too ethical to look for himself.
One evening early on in the work on the mansion, Xavier had dinner privately with Moira to give her a chance to talk. She was far quieter than her normally chatty self as they ate. Eventually he cleared his throat. “Moira, my dear, you know you can tell me anything.”
She looked up at him in surprise. Her eyes started to fill with tears. “Oh, Charles… leavin’ ye to marry Joe was the worst mistake of my life.”
He cleared his throat awkwardly. “What makes you say that?” He reached across the table to take her hand gently.
Moira took a shaky breath. “He… beat me. Just before ye called to ask for my help, so I took the opportunity to leave him.”
For a moment, Xavier saw red. The desire for vengeance on the man that dared hit his beloved was overwhelming. But he forced it aside. There would be time later to see the man sent to prison for his deeds, the woman before him needed him now. He fervently wished he still had the use of his legs, so he could stand and hold her. He was forced to settle for wheeling around the table and putting his arm around her where she sat.
She put her head on his shoulder and wept. Ordinarily she was a strong woman, but her recent experiences had nearly broken her. The betrayal she felt at the abuse, combined with her regret for not waiting for her first fiancé, was almost too much to bear. She shifted in her chair, struggling to make the angles work, but the arm of his wheelchair dug into her side. “Charles? Would ye mind if I… sat in your lap? Like when we were courtin?”
“By all means, my dear Moira.”
She awkwardly climbed into his lap, her arms going around his shoulders. She put her head back down on his shoulder. He held her gently as she released the feelings she’d been holding back.
The candles on the table had melted down to stubs by the time her tears finally subsided. Charles had held her patiently the whole time, stroking her hair and projecting calming feelings. She sighed heavily. “If I’d only waited for ye… but I feared ye’d never come back… that any day I’d find out ye’d been killed…” She caressed his cheek gently. “I’m so sorry… if I’d known then what I know now, I’d never have broken off the engagement.”
“Moira, my dear, please don’t beat yourself up about it. There is no way to change the past, only the future.”
She kissed his cheek tenderly. “Charles… d’ye remember our first time? We’d taken a picnic lunch out by the loch…”
He nodded, feeling his throat tighten with the rush of emotion the memory brought. Concentrating on it, he projected the memory to the woman on his lap, letting them both relive it.
They reached for each other in a daze of passion. Their lips met. Moira tasted of the strawberries she had eaten moments before. Their clothes were tossed aside so fast she could swear it was magic, or a dream. His hands roamed as if determined to touch every inch of her pale, freckled skin. He laid her gently back on the blanket, beaming as he climbed atop her.
He kissed her oh-so-sweetly as their bodies merged into one. He felt so perfect inside her that both felt they never wanted it to end. They began to move together, slowly and tenderly at first, faster as their growing passion demanded fulfillment. They whispered each others’ name as they made love under the summer sky.
When they finally did finish, it happened almost simultaneously, the pleasure of one feeding that of the other. As they groaned together, they shared those three most intimate little words. “I love you.”
Moira came out of the memory to find her lips on his. She gave in to her feelings, determined not to lose any more time she should have been spending with the man she had once promised to marry.
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