An Unexpected Visitor

BY : AmandaLee
Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Crossovers
Dragon prints: 3100
Disclaimer: I do not own Xmen, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 24

The morning after the disaster Mystique caused in the med-lab, Charles Xavier sat in his office, thinking about what should be done now.
He had heard that Mystique was safely locked inside a hospital cell, but he had not tried talking to her or contacting her telepathically. He was the one she was the most angry with, so it was probably not a very good idea.
He didnít try to work, but simply sat there, resting his chin in his hands, staring before him with tired eyes. He had not slept at all last night, nor had Erik.
Suddenly there was a knock at his door. Charles winced, but quickly pulled himself together.
- Come in, he said, straightening himself.
It was doctor Lecter. He slid in quickly and closed the door behind him. His dark eyes met Xavierís when he turned around.
Charles couldnít help it, but he became frightened. Lecter had been scaring him from the first moment he saw him, and he still did. Charles swallowed. What could he possibly want?
- Doctor Lecter? he said and tried to make his voice sound steady.
- I want to speak with you, said doctor Lecter.
- Yes?
- I am leaving today, and I think we have some things to sort out before we part.
Charles cleared his throat. - Oh? What are you talking about now?
- You dislike me, the doctor said straight out.
- Doctor Lecter, I...-
Hannibal silenced him with an elegant motion of his hand.
- I donít read minds, not the way you do, but I do notice certain things. Donít lie to me, please. It is only embarrassing and humiliating.
- What was it that you wanted to discuss? Charles asked.
- Have you read my mind, Charles? asked doctor Lecter.
- No, Charles said. Never.
- Would you like to?
- No...!
- Not even if I asked you?
Charles frowned confusedly. - What?
- If I asked you to read my mind. Would you do it then?
- Why on the earth do you want me to...
- Whatever you think about me, your picture is defective, said Hannibal. Give me a chance to correct it before I leave. I think you owe me that, Charles.
- I donít understand.
- I could tell you, but that would take too much time, and probably you wouldnít believe what I said. It will be easier if you read my mind. Can you do that?
Charles opened his mouth to object. Hannibal Lecterís gaze was intense and demanding. Charlesí fear grew. The man was crazy, after all. A civilized maniac, perhaps, but still a maniac.
- Okay. But what will I see? he asked.
- You will see the truth, and nothing more, replied the doctor.
He started walking toward Charlesí desk, and Charles had to make efforts not to pull away from him as he advanced.
- I have to touch you, Charles explained. You have to come here.
Doctor Lecter came and kneeled in front of Charlesí wheelchair and simultaneously looked into his eyes. Charlesí hands trembled when he cupped Lecterís head in them, and he knew that the doctor probably felt it, but he didnít care.
He knows that I am afraid of him anyway, he thought. There is no use pretending not not.
- Try to relax, he told doctor Lecter, although he could tell that the doctor was as calm as he could be. It was rather Charles himself who needed to relax.
- It wonít hurt, but it might feel a little strange, he added.
- Go ahead. My mind is open, Hannibal replied.
Charles closed his eyes and started to focus. His hold of Lecterís head hardened instinctively when he created the telepathic contact and allowed himself to look into Lecterís mind and see what really went on in there, for the fist time during his stay here.
The thought fascinated him, but simultaneously it frightened him very much.
What he saw, overwhelmed Charles.
Hannibal Lecter let his memory palace stay open to Charles, and gave him the freedom to look into every room, where he stored all his memories - horrid, pleasant and sad - in detail. All he ever had gone through, he kept there, somewhere, and if one just knew where to look, one could find it.
Charles skimmed through Lecterís life, and saw it like a series of photos spread over a table.
He saw Mi the the doctorís sister, Clarice Starling, the only person he had ever really loved, except for his sister, and much, much more.
The manís infinite supply of memories shook Charles. He had never before encountered anyone who could keep a record like that inside his head, only using his memory.
After a while Charles broke the connection and felt the t brt break out on his forehead. He opened his eyes, and found out that he was hyperventilating.
- How are you doing that? he whispered to Lecter.
- I do not know, the man replied seriously. I have always done it. I actually donít know how. I just...can.
- You are not a mutant. What are you?
- I donít know, the doctor replied again, in a low voice, and he was speaking the truth. Some kind of freak, I guess. I have been told that all my life, but I do not know what I am. If I knew, I would tell you, Charles. Trust me.
He let out a seep sigh and leaned his pallid head with that dark hair against Xavierís knees.
Charles was still holding his hands around his head.
- How old are you? he asked carefully.
- I was born on August 13, 1939.
- Are you sure about that?
- It says so in my birth certificate.
- You donít look that old.
- I know.
- You are too strong for your age, too.
- I keep myself fit, that is all.
- All the evidence indicate that you are a mutant, but in case you were, your brainwaves would tell, Charles said. Your gifts seem to be a photographic memory, empathy, and accelerated cellular regeneration. Like Wolverine. You are not as extreme as he iut..ut... You can remember everything you ever see or hear, canít you?
- If I want to remember it, then yes, replied doctor Lecter.
- It is amazing.
Lecter didnít reply.
- Where are you going now? asked Charles.
- Weíll see.
- You can stay here. I have plenty of room. And we could need someone with your power.
Doctor Lecter sighed. - No, I cannot, he said calmly. I only wanted you to know.
- Thank you, I appreciate that. If you were to change your mind, you can just tell me. Anytime
- I donít think so. But thank you anyway.

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