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Welcome to my journal
Jun. 13th, 2012 07:11 amThis is my journal for my fanfic and my other fannish squeeing.
Constructive crits are always welcome and encouraged. I can only get better by knowing my strength and weaknesses.
So Welcome to the part of my brain that is still very much a fangirl.
Feel free to friend.
Constructive crits are always welcome and encouraged. I can only get better by knowing my strength and weaknesses.
So Welcome to the part of my brain that is still very much a fangirl.
Feel free to friend.
Wishlist 2011, Prompt Post
Oct. 17th, 2011 03:18 pmWhat is the Wishlist?
The Wishlist is a multi-fandom Christmas fanfiction fest. It is something that started very small and simple three years ago. The premise was simply to write twenty-four ficlets in response to twenty-four prompts, posted between 1 Dec and 24 Dec. Fandom gifts, if you will. Since then it's grown and changed a bit.
The community and the rules in detail can be found here.
I have signed up to be a writer and if you want to give me a prompt, please leave a comment on this entry.
Rules
- I accept the first24 prompts I am given, regardless of who you are or if I know you.
- You give me characters/pairing, a fandom and a prompt.
- If I don't know the fandom you're requesting, your prompt doesn't count. The fandoms I write in are:
X-Men First Class (esp. Charles and Erik)
Sherlock Holmes (Tell me if you want Current Movie Holmes, Current TV Holmes, Grenada Holmes (JB) or book Holmes
Moonlight (TV series)
Dark Shadows
Doctor Who (Both Old and New)
Supernatural (But no Wincest please. Thank you.)
X-men comics
Torchwood
Spartacus
Buffy
Angel
Lord of the RIngs
Avengers (and all those characters as well)
- If I find your prompt in any way offensive, I will disregard it, too. Fair warning.
- Your prompts should somewhat match what I usually write. It can be a quote, an idea, a specific situation, but the more you give me, the more I have to work with. Throwing Character X/Character Y, whatever at me is going to get you whatever.
- If you don't have an lj account, leave an anonymous comment, but make sure to sign it with a name (possibly your TtH name, if you're coming from that end.)
- I answer the prompts in the order I like best and post them here and/or in the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wishlist_fic community, one a day, starting 1 Dec 2011.
Again, I need fandom, characters or pairings, prompt, and your name
The Wishlist is a multi-fandom Christmas fanfiction fest. It is something that started very small and simple three years ago. The premise was simply to write twenty-four ficlets in response to twenty-four prompts, posted between 1 Dec and 24 Dec. Fandom gifts, if you will. Since then it's grown and changed a bit.
The community and the rules in detail can be found here.
I have signed up to be a writer and if you want to give me a prompt, please leave a comment on this entry.
Rules
- I accept the first24 prompts I am given, regardless of who you are or if I know you.
- You give me characters/pairing, a fandom and a prompt.
- If I don't know the fandom you're requesting, your prompt doesn't count. The fandoms I write in are:
X-Men First Class (esp. Charles and Erik)
Sherlock Holmes (Tell me if you want Current Movie Holmes, Current TV Holmes, Grenada Holmes (JB) or book Holmes
Moonlight (TV series)
Dark Shadows
Doctor Who (Both Old and New)
Supernatural (But no Wincest please. Thank you.)
X-men comics
Torchwood
Spartacus
Buffy
Angel
Lord of the RIngs
Avengers (and all those characters as well)
- If I find your prompt in any way offensive, I will disregard it, too. Fair warning.
- Your prompts should somewhat match what I usually write. It can be a quote, an idea, a specific situation, but the more you give me, the more I have to work with. Throwing Character X/Character Y, whatever at me is going to get you whatever.
- If you don't have an lj account, leave an anonymous comment, but make sure to sign it with a name (possibly your TtH name, if you're coming from that end.)
- I answer the prompts in the order I like best and post them here and/or in the
wishlist_fic community, one a day, starting 1 Dec 2011.Again, I need fandom, characters or pairings, prompt, and your name
In the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 8)
Oct. 13th, 2011 11:54 amI am figuring that there are two more parts to this but it is already longer than I thought it was going to be.
Charles pulled back from Erik but Erik held on to his hand. Charles wanted to break the connection but Erik wouldn’t let him go either physically or mentally.
Charles found himself looking out of Erik’s eyes at his body on the bed in the infirmary. He looked so small. His eyes were sunk into his head. And his color was not good.
“Hank?” asked Erik.
“I don’t know Erik. There is a lot going on here that is a little out of my fields of expertise. But…”
“It would be too dangerous to bring another person into the picture” finished Erik “I know all this Hank but we’re talking about Charles here. I can’t do anything.”
“Until he sorts his head out, there is not much any of us can do for him. And Erik, whatever is happening in there, it is accelerating. I don’t think he has much more time.”
Erik swore under his breath. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t gone after Shaw and exacted his perfect revenge, Charles wouldn’t be in the situation. If, if, if….he could wrap the world in all the ifs he was thinking.
Hank brought Erik a chair. “You’d better sit down before you fall down Erik. You can’t keep going like this.” Erik sat down and took Charles’ hand in his.
Raven found him there. “Erik, go to bed and get some sleep. You’re not helping him. I promise that I’ll stay with him until you get back.”
“What about you?”
“What do you think I have been doing for the past 8 hours. It’s past midnight. You need to let go and give it a rest.”
Erik looked at Raven. She raised her right hand and said “I promise to come get you if there is any change or send one of the boys to get you. Alright?”
Erik nodded. It had been hard to keep his eyes open. He got up and made his way to his bed which felt better than a bed had felt in years. He awoke with the sun streaming in the windows of his room which put the time at late afternoon. He stretched and relaxed. He went and took a shower, got dressed and went to see how Charles was doing.
The first bodies he found were Sean’s and Alex’s in the kitchen. He thought they were dead but was relieved to find them both unconscious but breathing very shallowly. He ran to the infirmary only to find Raven and Hank crumpled on the floor clutching their head with their faces in agony. Charles was nowhere to be found. He tried to bring them around but they seemed trapped within themselves. He had to find Charles because he had a feeling that only Charles could reverse what happened. He was thankful that Angel, Moria, and Azazel were nowhere to be found. He remembered Hank talking to him yesterday about them going out to gather more supplies for the mansion. He wished he had a way to get in touch with them to tell them to stay away.
He remembered where he and Raven had found Charles last time and he figured that would be the place to start. He worked his way through the woods to the treehouse. He went up into it and found signs that Charles had been there but he had moved on. But moved on where? He went back down the tree and started looking around the base of the tree to see if he could figure out which way Charles went. He was luck because it seemed that Charles had cut himself. Erik could almost smell the iron in very light blood trail. He didn’t know if Charles had accidently cut himself or it was on purpose but at this point he didn’t care. He needed to find Charles.
He followed the path through a circuitous route back to the house. He went into the study to find Charles sitting in his usual chair with the chess board set up where they had left off from their last game. He approached cautiously and froze when Charles’ gaze met his eyes. The look in the eyes gave Erik a very bad feeling indeed. What do you do when probably the most powerful mind on the planet has gone mad?
“Indeed Erik,” came the response from Charles, “What do you do? Personally I suggest a game of chess.”
“What did you do to the rest of them?”
“Sort of a feedback loop. They are trapped in their own nightmares” Charles said with a rather high-pitched insane giggle. Erik could feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He knew he had to tread carefully here.
“Sit!” said Charles in a rather commanding voice. Erik found himself complying before he knew what he was doing. He wanted to resist but knew that resistance was useless. Charles could kill him with a thought.
“Now why would I want to do that to my best friend? Erik you should know me better than that.”
Erik didn’t trust what Charles was saying. He had seen this sort of thing in the camps one too many times. They would make you feel safe and then yank the rug out from under you.
“Your move Erik” said Charles gesturing to the board.
Erik picked up his pawn and began playing the game that he knew was bigger than the board in front of him.
Charles pulled back from Erik but Erik held on to his hand. Charles wanted to break the connection but Erik wouldn’t let him go either physically or mentally.
Charles found himself looking out of Erik’s eyes at his body on the bed in the infirmary. He looked so small. His eyes were sunk into his head. And his color was not good.
“Hank?” asked Erik.
“I don’t know Erik. There is a lot going on here that is a little out of my fields of expertise. But…”
“It would be too dangerous to bring another person into the picture” finished Erik “I know all this Hank but we’re talking about Charles here. I can’t do anything.”
“Until he sorts his head out, there is not much any of us can do for him. And Erik, whatever is happening in there, it is accelerating. I don’t think he has much more time.”
Erik swore under his breath. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t gone after Shaw and exacted his perfect revenge, Charles wouldn’t be in the situation. If, if, if….he could wrap the world in all the ifs he was thinking.
Hank brought Erik a chair. “You’d better sit down before you fall down Erik. You can’t keep going like this.” Erik sat down and took Charles’ hand in his.
Raven found him there. “Erik, go to bed and get some sleep. You’re not helping him. I promise that I’ll stay with him until you get back.”
“What about you?”
“What do you think I have been doing for the past 8 hours. It’s past midnight. You need to let go and give it a rest.”
Erik looked at Raven. She raised her right hand and said “I promise to come get you if there is any change or send one of the boys to get you. Alright?”
Erik nodded. It had been hard to keep his eyes open. He got up and made his way to his bed which felt better than a bed had felt in years. He awoke with the sun streaming in the windows of his room which put the time at late afternoon. He stretched and relaxed. He went and took a shower, got dressed and went to see how Charles was doing.
The first bodies he found were Sean’s and Alex’s in the kitchen. He thought they were dead but was relieved to find them both unconscious but breathing very shallowly. He ran to the infirmary only to find Raven and Hank crumpled on the floor clutching their head with their faces in agony. Charles was nowhere to be found. He tried to bring them around but they seemed trapped within themselves. He had to find Charles because he had a feeling that only Charles could reverse what happened. He was thankful that Angel, Moria, and Azazel were nowhere to be found. He remembered Hank talking to him yesterday about them going out to gather more supplies for the mansion. He wished he had a way to get in touch with them to tell them to stay away.
He remembered where he and Raven had found Charles last time and he figured that would be the place to start. He worked his way through the woods to the treehouse. He went up into it and found signs that Charles had been there but he had moved on. But moved on where? He went back down the tree and started looking around the base of the tree to see if he could figure out which way Charles went. He was luck because it seemed that Charles had cut himself. Erik could almost smell the iron in very light blood trail. He didn’t know if Charles had accidently cut himself or it was on purpose but at this point he didn’t care. He needed to find Charles.
He followed the path through a circuitous route back to the house. He went into the study to find Charles sitting in his usual chair with the chess board set up where they had left off from their last game. He approached cautiously and froze when Charles’ gaze met his eyes. The look in the eyes gave Erik a very bad feeling indeed. What do you do when probably the most powerful mind on the planet has gone mad?
“Indeed Erik,” came the response from Charles, “What do you do? Personally I suggest a game of chess.”
“What did you do to the rest of them?”
“Sort of a feedback loop. They are trapped in their own nightmares” Charles said with a rather high-pitched insane giggle. Erik could feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He knew he had to tread carefully here.
“Sit!” said Charles in a rather commanding voice. Erik found himself complying before he knew what he was doing. He wanted to resist but knew that resistance was useless. Charles could kill him with a thought.
“Now why would I want to do that to my best friend? Erik you should know me better than that.”
Erik didn’t trust what Charles was saying. He had seen this sort of thing in the camps one too many times. They would make you feel safe and then yank the rug out from under you.
“Your move Erik” said Charles gesturing to the board.
Erik picked up his pawn and began playing the game that he knew was bigger than the board in front of him.
In the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 7)
Oct. 10th, 2011 11:42 amHi there. Sorry about that. Work was hell for a while but I am now a little more less overwhelmed so I decided to pick-up where I left off with this fic. I am thinking two to three parts and this one will be done. Behind a cut because of suicidal thoughts and blood
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Punishment: Another in the Eagle Series
Sep. 22nd, 2011 07:48 pmThis is another one in the Eagle Series which is takes place in a 1960s leather bar.
A few notes: This is the 1960s so protection was not even thought of. Anyone called a boy in this series is a man who had a Master or a man he calls Daddy. All are of legal age. This is old style leather men. Also the laws of the land would have landed these men in either jail or the mental ward for being gay.
Warning for bondage, oral sex, anal sex, mind games, and various leather activities.
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A few notes: This is the 1960s so protection was not even thought of. Anyone called a boy in this series is a man who had a Master or a man he calls Daddy. All are of legal age. This is old style leather men. Also the laws of the land would have landed these men in either jail or the mental ward for being gay.
Warning for bondage, oral sex, anal sex, mind games, and various leather activities.
( Punishment )
FIC: The Professor and the Reporter
Sep. 18th, 2011 01:07 pmWow over a month.
I am sorry folks and hope someone is still reading.
Work just became all encompassing but things are finally slowing down so I will get back to writing.
This is another in the Doctor Who Crossover series I have been doing. I am putting it behind a cut due to length.
I hope you enjoy it
( The_Professor_And_The_Reporter )
I am sorry folks and hope someone is still reading.
Work just became all encompassing but things are finally slowing down so I will get back to writing.
This is another in the Doctor Who Crossover series I have been doing. I am putting it behind a cut due to length.
I hope you enjoy it
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FIC: The Professor and the Captain
Aug. 15th, 2011 08:22 amAuthor Notes: Miss me? This is another in the occasional Dr. Who crossovers I am doing
It was all Smitty’s fault. It was his stupid dare that lead to Charles finding himself in a bar most inhabited by men. Good looking men, but still mostly men. Charles finished up his pint and put the empty down on the bar. He turned and found that there was a newly poured pint in its place.
“Sorry mate, I wasn’t asking for another” he said to the barkeep.
“It was purchased for you” said the barkeep.
“From who?” asked Charles feeling a little uncomfortable.
The barkeep pointed to the other end of the bar. Charles looked where he was pointing. He saw a younger man in an RAF coat that probably belonged to his father. The man picked up his pint and saluted Charles with it. Charles took a moment to focus on the man only to find, much to his amazement, the man’s mind pushing back on his.
You could at least buy ME a drink before ruffling through my brain. Now close your mouth or something is going to fly in there
Charles snapped his jaw shut and found himself walked to the end of the bar and joining the young man.
“Charles Xavier” he said holding out his hand.
“Captain Jack Harness” said the man shaking his hand.
“An American?” asked Charles.
“Depends on the day” said Captain Jack with a rather smooth wolfish grin. “I’m sort of from all over.”
Charles looked carefully at the man and put two fingers to his temple trying to get a read on him. A series of images were thrown at him that didn’t make any sense. He saw a police box that was bigger on the inside. He saw worlds that didn’t exist and lifeforms that had no name. The man’s mind was in some ways very alien to Charles.
“Did you find whatever you were searching for?” asked Jack with a smirk on his face “I have been told that my mind is very cluttered.”
Charles took a big sip of his pint of beer and regrouped as his mind tried to sort out what he had seen.
“Are you a mutant?” he asked.
“Not in the strictest sense of the word. Something kind of sort of happened to me and that has changed my life rather drastically.”
Charles picked up an image of a small women with blond hair with a taller bloke in a dark green jumper and leather jacket.
“And since I found myself in Oxford at this time, I decided to look you up on the advise of an old friend.” Picture of the man in Jack’s mind shifted to a tall man wearing a stripe suit and a long camel colored coat. Charles’ felt that they were the same man if man was the right word for this being.
“Why me?”
“Potential. And you Charles Francis Xavier have a lot potential at this point.”
Charles looked at Jack through a bit of a beer haze. He had been drinking most of the evening and most of his mind tricks didn’t seem to be helping him sober up fast.
“I have potential. Well that sounds rather ominous.”
“Here, let me buy you another round.”
Charles nodded before he realized what he was doing.
A few pints later he found himself draped across Jack laughing at some insane story that Jack swore was true.
“Ah Charles you are a fun drunk but I think it is time to get you home,” said Jack with a sigh of regret. He helped Charles off the bar stool and they stumbled to the door together.
“Now Jack, play nice,” said the barkeep.
“Don’t worry Herbert. I promise to be good,” said Jack with a laugh.
Charles found himself ambling through the streets in Oxford with Jack’s help. Charles distracted the gatekeeper as they slipped into his college.
He looked at Jack and said, “You need to be kissed.”
“Sorry?” said Jack as he turned his head towards Charles and found himself in a lip lock. Jack leaned into the kiss and put his arms around Charles. Jack pushed Charles again a handy wall and the two continued to explore each other’s mouths with their lips and tongues. Hands explored the bodies and both men liked what they found. There was an electric hum in the air when suddenly Jack pushed away from Charles.
Charles looked sad, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No Charles, honestly it isn’t you but it’s me. I don’t want to take advantage of a man that far into his cups no matter how cute he is.” Jack gave Charles a light kiss. “Let’s just get you home before I change my mind and ravish you right here.”
“I wouldn’t mind that” growled Charles grabbing at Jack’s crotch.
“uh-uh-uh. And I can’t believe I am saying this No Charles. Not tonight.” Jack removed Charles’ hand carefully.
Jack helped Charles up to his rooms and got Charles’ key in the lock. The door flew open after he turned the key and he thought he saw a blue woman with red hair but put it down to a trick of the light as Charles’ blond sister took charge of her brother.
“Thanks for bringing my idiot brother home. What’s the damage?”
“No damage. He was the perfect gentleman.”
Charles turned to look at Jack very puzzled. “Why were you here?”
“To meet you Charles and I am glad I did. The Doctor was right about you.”
The mention of the Doctor brought all kinds of strange images of people, places and things that shouldn’t exist but did. Charles brain went into overload and he passed out.
Jack caught him and helped Raven get Charles into his bed. Raven removed his shoes and shirt and tossed a blanket over him.
“He’ll be fine in the morning” said Jack.
“He’d better be. He has two classes to teach” said Raven with a smile.
Jack found himself kissing Raven’s hand and bidding her adieu. “Don’t be too hard on him when he gets up. He’s going to have the weight of the world on his shoulders soon enough.”
Raven looked at Jack very puzzled.
“I have said too much.” He kissed her hand again and left her watching him walk out the door.
She returned to Charles and took his pants off “Brother, you know the strangest people.”
The next morning Charles was most surprised that he didn’t have a hangover nor did he had much memory of what had happen other than Raven’s report of the handsome man who had brought him home. The description sounded vaguely familiar but alien at the same time. And the images in his brain didn’t make much sense.
Jack went to watch Charles lecture about genetic mutation. A man sporting a bow tie sat down next to him.
“I behaved myself as hard as that was,” said Jack to the man.
“Good,” said the Doctor with a slightly sad smile on his face.
“You know last night I would be hard pressed to believe that this was the man who was going to save humanity from itself. But now, I can believe it” said Jack.
The Doctor nodded and the two men got up and left.
Charles saw them leave out of the corner of his eye and found someone in his mind bidding him a fond farewell. He stuttered for a moment but found his place and continued with his lecture.
It was all Smitty’s fault. It was his stupid dare that lead to Charles finding himself in a bar most inhabited by men. Good looking men, but still mostly men. Charles finished up his pint and put the empty down on the bar. He turned and found that there was a newly poured pint in its place.
“Sorry mate, I wasn’t asking for another” he said to the barkeep.
“It was purchased for you” said the barkeep.
“From who?” asked Charles feeling a little uncomfortable.
The barkeep pointed to the other end of the bar. Charles looked where he was pointing. He saw a younger man in an RAF coat that probably belonged to his father. The man picked up his pint and saluted Charles with it. Charles took a moment to focus on the man only to find, much to his amazement, the man’s mind pushing back on his.
You could at least buy ME a drink before ruffling through my brain. Now close your mouth or something is going to fly in there
Charles snapped his jaw shut and found himself walked to the end of the bar and joining the young man.
“Charles Xavier” he said holding out his hand.
“Captain Jack Harness” said the man shaking his hand.
“An American?” asked Charles.
“Depends on the day” said Captain Jack with a rather smooth wolfish grin. “I’m sort of from all over.”
Charles looked carefully at the man and put two fingers to his temple trying to get a read on him. A series of images were thrown at him that didn’t make any sense. He saw a police box that was bigger on the inside. He saw worlds that didn’t exist and lifeforms that had no name. The man’s mind was in some ways very alien to Charles.
“Did you find whatever you were searching for?” asked Jack with a smirk on his face “I have been told that my mind is very cluttered.”
Charles took a big sip of his pint of beer and regrouped as his mind tried to sort out what he had seen.
“Are you a mutant?” he asked.
“Not in the strictest sense of the word. Something kind of sort of happened to me and that has changed my life rather drastically.”
Charles picked up an image of a small women with blond hair with a taller bloke in a dark green jumper and leather jacket.
“And since I found myself in Oxford at this time, I decided to look you up on the advise of an old friend.” Picture of the man in Jack’s mind shifted to a tall man wearing a stripe suit and a long camel colored coat. Charles’ felt that they were the same man if man was the right word for this being.
“Why me?”
“Potential. And you Charles Francis Xavier have a lot potential at this point.”
Charles looked at Jack through a bit of a beer haze. He had been drinking most of the evening and most of his mind tricks didn’t seem to be helping him sober up fast.
“I have potential. Well that sounds rather ominous.”
“Here, let me buy you another round.”
Charles nodded before he realized what he was doing.
A few pints later he found himself draped across Jack laughing at some insane story that Jack swore was true.
“Ah Charles you are a fun drunk but I think it is time to get you home,” said Jack with a sigh of regret. He helped Charles off the bar stool and they stumbled to the door together.
“Now Jack, play nice,” said the barkeep.
“Don’t worry Herbert. I promise to be good,” said Jack with a laugh.
Charles found himself ambling through the streets in Oxford with Jack’s help. Charles distracted the gatekeeper as they slipped into his college.
He looked at Jack and said, “You need to be kissed.”
“Sorry?” said Jack as he turned his head towards Charles and found himself in a lip lock. Jack leaned into the kiss and put his arms around Charles. Jack pushed Charles again a handy wall and the two continued to explore each other’s mouths with their lips and tongues. Hands explored the bodies and both men liked what they found. There was an electric hum in the air when suddenly Jack pushed away from Charles.
Charles looked sad, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No Charles, honestly it isn’t you but it’s me. I don’t want to take advantage of a man that far into his cups no matter how cute he is.” Jack gave Charles a light kiss. “Let’s just get you home before I change my mind and ravish you right here.”
“I wouldn’t mind that” growled Charles grabbing at Jack’s crotch.
“uh-uh-uh. And I can’t believe I am saying this No Charles. Not tonight.” Jack removed Charles’ hand carefully.
Jack helped Charles up to his rooms and got Charles’ key in the lock. The door flew open after he turned the key and he thought he saw a blue woman with red hair but put it down to a trick of the light as Charles’ blond sister took charge of her brother.
“Thanks for bringing my idiot brother home. What’s the damage?”
“No damage. He was the perfect gentleman.”
Charles turned to look at Jack very puzzled. “Why were you here?”
“To meet you Charles and I am glad I did. The Doctor was right about you.”
The mention of the Doctor brought all kinds of strange images of people, places and things that shouldn’t exist but did. Charles brain went into overload and he passed out.
Jack caught him and helped Raven get Charles into his bed. Raven removed his shoes and shirt and tossed a blanket over him.
“He’ll be fine in the morning” said Jack.
“He’d better be. He has two classes to teach” said Raven with a smile.
Jack found himself kissing Raven’s hand and bidding her adieu. “Don’t be too hard on him when he gets up. He’s going to have the weight of the world on his shoulders soon enough.”
Raven looked at Jack very puzzled.
“I have said too much.” He kissed her hand again and left her watching him walk out the door.
She returned to Charles and took his pants off “Brother, you know the strangest people.”
The next morning Charles was most surprised that he didn’t have a hangover nor did he had much memory of what had happen other than Raven’s report of the handsome man who had brought him home. The description sounded vaguely familiar but alien at the same time. And the images in his brain didn’t make much sense.
Jack went to watch Charles lecture about genetic mutation. A man sporting a bow tie sat down next to him.
“I behaved myself as hard as that was,” said Jack to the man.
“Good,” said the Doctor with a slightly sad smile on his face.
“You know last night I would be hard pressed to believe that this was the man who was going to save humanity from itself. But now, I can believe it” said Jack.
The Doctor nodded and the two men got up and left.
Charles saw them leave out of the corner of his eye and found someone in his mind bidding him a fond farewell. He stuttered for a moment but found his place and continued with his lecture.
In the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 6)
Aug. 3rd, 2011 07:48 pmAuthor Note: With any luck Lj will be a little more stable. Here is what I have to this point. It might take me a day or so to get the next piece up. Sorry.
Hank came to Erik in a panic. Charles had gotten up and left the infirmary without Hank seeing him. He didn’t know where Charles was.
Erik got everyone together and they made a search plan the house and the grounds.
“How far can a blind man get?” asked Alex as they split up.
The answer was far apparently. The room to room search was fruitless. Sean was having no more luck from the air of spotting Charles on the ground.
Erik went back to the study to get a flashlight he knew was there because it was getting dark outside. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. He turned to see Charles running through the patio door and out across the expanse of lawn. He had to process what he was seeing for a moment because Charles had to be able to see where he was going.
“Raven!” Erik shouted “He just ran out of the study. Get the others.” He sprinted after Charles.
Erik ran across the lawn and just saw Charles sprint into a thicket that was in front of a small wooded area that they had used for training. He followed through as the branches and thorns tore his clothing as he tried to catch up Charles. He didn’t think about the pain. Pain had been a part of him for so long that he had learn to ignore it unless he needed it.
He broke through into the woods and stopped trying to figure out where Charles had gone.
Hello Erik came the voice in his head. It was Charles but it didn’t feel like Charles. he knew that Emma was still in CIA custody so was there another telepath out there?
No Erik. Just me. came the odd voice in his head.
“Charles?” he said out loud.
He heard a giggle that froze him to the core. He had heard that sound before at the camps. Those who made it were not in their right mind.
He turned on the flashlight and shone it around the woods. He heard a rustle in the trees. He turned the flashlight to see two squirrels running through the branches. He was not expected the tackle from behind. His search for Shaw had given him some skills that allowed him to roll into the attack and grab the man who tackled him.
He looked into the face of madness. This was not Charles.
Charles pulled free and grinned a maniacal grin.
What are you going to do now Metal Man? Erik felt like Charles was shouting into his skull. He put his hands to the sides of his head and fell to his knees.
Images were being pulled from his head. He found himself in the middle of the camp again surrounded by the dead and the dying. A voice whispered in his ear ‘Why didn’t you save them? You have the power. There was metal all around you? What stopped you? You let them all die.
Erik shouted “STOP IT!”
The images vanished and he found himself looking up at Charles but not Charles. The eyes were wild and almost animalistic. Then Charles screamed and clutched his head. When Charles’ opened his eyes, Erik could see his friend again.
“Kill me Erik! You have to kill me before he…” Charles screamed again and fell to the ground. “Erik promise me that you will kill me!” He started foaming at the mouth and then went unconscious. Erik picked him up and carried him back to the infirmary.
“Strap him down” he ordered Hank and left to take care of his scraps and bruises.
Hank came to Erik in a panic. Charles had gotten up and left the infirmary without Hank seeing him. He didn’t know where Charles was.
Erik got everyone together and they made a search plan the house and the grounds.
“How far can a blind man get?” asked Alex as they split up.
The answer was far apparently. The room to room search was fruitless. Sean was having no more luck from the air of spotting Charles on the ground.
Erik went back to the study to get a flashlight he knew was there because it was getting dark outside. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. He turned to see Charles running through the patio door and out across the expanse of lawn. He had to process what he was seeing for a moment because Charles had to be able to see where he was going.
“Raven!” Erik shouted “He just ran out of the study. Get the others.” He sprinted after Charles.
Erik ran across the lawn and just saw Charles sprint into a thicket that was in front of a small wooded area that they had used for training. He followed through as the branches and thorns tore his clothing as he tried to catch up Charles. He didn’t think about the pain. Pain had been a part of him for so long that he had learn to ignore it unless he needed it.
He broke through into the woods and stopped trying to figure out where Charles had gone.
Hello Erik came the voice in his head. It was Charles but it didn’t feel like Charles. he knew that Emma was still in CIA custody so was there another telepath out there?
No Erik. Just me. came the odd voice in his head.
“Charles?” he said out loud.
He heard a giggle that froze him to the core. He had heard that sound before at the camps. Those who made it were not in their right mind.
He turned on the flashlight and shone it around the woods. He heard a rustle in the trees. He turned the flashlight to see two squirrels running through the branches. He was not expected the tackle from behind. His search for Shaw had given him some skills that allowed him to roll into the attack and grab the man who tackled him.
He looked into the face of madness. This was not Charles.
Charles pulled free and grinned a maniacal grin.
What are you going to do now Metal Man? Erik felt like Charles was shouting into his skull. He put his hands to the sides of his head and fell to his knees.
Images were being pulled from his head. He found himself in the middle of the camp again surrounded by the dead and the dying. A voice whispered in his ear ‘Why didn’t you save them? You have the power. There was metal all around you? What stopped you? You let them all die.
Erik shouted “STOP IT!”
The images vanished and he found himself looking up at Charles but not Charles. The eyes were wild and almost animalistic. Then Charles screamed and clutched his head. When Charles’ opened his eyes, Erik could see his friend again.
“Kill me Erik! You have to kill me before he…” Charles screamed again and fell to the ground. “Erik promise me that you will kill me!” He started foaming at the mouth and then went unconscious. Erik picked him up and carried him back to the infirmary.
“Strap him down” he ordered Hank and left to take care of his scraps and bruises.
in the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 5)
Jul. 29th, 2011 08:36 amAuthor Note: This is what I have so far. I wanted to get it up before the next attack.
Behind the cut is the next part which is pretty much G but continues with the themes from the previous parts.
Comments are always gratefully welcome.
( Darkness )
Behind the cut is the next part which is pretty much G but continues with the themes from the previous parts.
Comments are always gratefully welcome.
( Darkness )
in the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 4)
Jul. 27th, 2011 08:45 amWhich is again behind the cut due to suicidal thoughts, violence against self and others and a bit of swearing.
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In the Eye of the Beholder (Part 2)
Jul. 24th, 2011 08:35 amThe next couple of days were a bit of a blur for Charles. Between the drugs and not being able to tell what time it was, he felt alone and adrift. Phrases felt fragmented but they kept drifting through his mind. “Bilateral stroke” and “head trama” were two that kept being repeated. And there was the one that he overheard when the Doctor was talking to Erik “hysterical blindness”. His head did ache from where he had struck it on the Blackbird. He knew that his head was swathed in bandages and they had shaved part of his head to get to the injury. It was itching where it was healing and the hair was growing back. They were good about giving him drugs for the pain but there was some pain that drugs couldn’t help. And there were the tests. Test after test after test. He was so sick of being poked and prodded.
His mental abilities had defined so much of who he was that the lack of them made him wonder who he was now. Was he human? A mere mortal? Or would he recover? His thoughts wound round and round on themselves. He tried not to cry when the others were there but he did shed a lot of tears for his loss.
Erik was trying to help but at the same time Charles knew from his tone of voice that Erik felt guilty about what had happened. Charles did put this whole mess at Erik’s doorstep. If he hadn’t driven the coin through Shaw’s head, none of this would have happened.
Charles decided to broach the subject one evening that he knew it was just Erik and him in the room.
Charles turned his head towards where he figured Erik was seated and said “Erik, I don’t blame you.” He figured that the straight approach was better with this man than pussy-footing around.
Erik said “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I had one thing on my mind and look what it cost us.”
Charles didn’t correct him. Erik hadn’t lost a damn thing. He was the one in the hospital bed.
Erik said “I have something to tell you about your condition. The doctors weren’t sure if you should know about it or not but I think it is only right that you have all the information considered I am the one who put you here.”
Charles didn’t disagree with Erik.
He heard Erik get up from the chair he was sitting in and felt him take his hand in his grasp.
“We know that the coin that killed Shaw caused you to have a stroke or rather two strokes as he died and for that I am truly sorry. But the doctors believe that your blindness has something to do with the stroke or it may be hysterical because of what you saw. Your eyes are working fine but they aren’t connecting to your brain.”
“Well I guess there’s hope for me then” said Charles with a chuckle. “Apparently it is all or rather not all in my head.”
Erik gave a dry chuckle as well and said “Charles whatever it is, we will get through this together.”
“Why are you telling me all this now?”
“You are being released from the hospital today. They want you to go to a rehab center but we convinced them that you would be better off with your family. Raven can be very persuasive when she needs to be.”
“Where are we going from here?”
“Home” came the reply.
They drove from Las Vegas to the Xavier estate. That way they could all get back as a group. They bought two decent used cars and trekked back to New York.
Charles slept a good deal of the way back. There was nothing for him to look at since he couldn’t see so he drifted between consciousness and slumber quite a bit. Hank kept a careful eye on him to make sure that nothing else was happening to him.
They got to the mansion and Charles found himself in familiar but unfamiliar surroundings. He knew the mansion very well but that was sighted. It took a bit to adjust to it without being able to see where he was going. He hated feeling helpless and dependent on the others but he put on a brave face in front of them all except Erik.
Erik was the only one who knew how he really felt about all this. Charles even trying to smooth out the edges to his anger and sadden but Erik always seemed to know.
Then there were the headaches that tore through his skull. At this point he would have preferred that Erik had driven the coin through his head rather than Shaw’s. It would be less painful. Again he tried to hide it from the others and again Erik seemed to know that something was wrong.
Charles flipped between begin grateful to being resentful that this one man seem to know him better than anyone else.
Then the seizures started and the world went to hell.
The first one came in the middle of the night when he was alone. His mind seem to fill with light and sound and he could hear everything and anything that was going on in the world. The pressure of so much information in such a short time overwhelmed him and he passed out only to wake up in the dark finding himself dripping in his own sweat and blood coming from his mouth were he bit his tongue. He went to his bathroom and washed himself and went back to bed with his brain feeling numb.
He had his usual cup of tea in front of him but he waited for it to cool because he didn’t need the hot on top of his rather tender tongue.
“Something wrong with your tea?” asked Raven who was sitting across from him.
“Just waiting for it to cool just a bit.”
“Charles, it’s probably stone cold by now” she said “Are you alright? You haven’t been into the liquor cabinet again have you?”
“In reverse order no I haven’t been drinking and yes I am just fine this morning.” Charles drank the tea and then got up and picked up his cane. “I’ll be in the study if any of you need me.”
He went to the study, put on the radio, and managed to dial in the BBC. He listened to the news of the day in Europe and the European views of things going on with the US and Russia. Everyone was scared. He was also listening to see if he could find any information about any other mutants that might be out there.
There was a knock at the study door.
“Come in Erik” said Charles.
Erik walked in and shut the door behind him “You are getting very good at that.”
“You have a rather efficient way of knocking that is quite distinctive.”
“Raven is concerned about you. She said that you didn’t look good and that you had blood under your nose.”
Charles wiped under his nose and could feel dried flakes drifting from his skin. ‘Dammit’ he thought.
Erik came walking around the chair to look at Charles in the light.
“Charles, what the hell happened to you last night?”
Charles opened his mouth to answer when the world when white and the noise forced its way back into his head instead of talking Charles Xavier screamed the unholy scream of one of the damned.
His mental abilities had defined so much of who he was that the lack of them made him wonder who he was now. Was he human? A mere mortal? Or would he recover? His thoughts wound round and round on themselves. He tried not to cry when the others were there but he did shed a lot of tears for his loss.
Erik was trying to help but at the same time Charles knew from his tone of voice that Erik felt guilty about what had happened. Charles did put this whole mess at Erik’s doorstep. If he hadn’t driven the coin through Shaw’s head, none of this would have happened.
Charles decided to broach the subject one evening that he knew it was just Erik and him in the room.
Charles turned his head towards where he figured Erik was seated and said “Erik, I don’t blame you.” He figured that the straight approach was better with this man than pussy-footing around.
Erik said “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I had one thing on my mind and look what it cost us.”
Charles didn’t correct him. Erik hadn’t lost a damn thing. He was the one in the hospital bed.
Erik said “I have something to tell you about your condition. The doctors weren’t sure if you should know about it or not but I think it is only right that you have all the information considered I am the one who put you here.”
Charles didn’t disagree with Erik.
He heard Erik get up from the chair he was sitting in and felt him take his hand in his grasp.
“We know that the coin that killed Shaw caused you to have a stroke or rather two strokes as he died and for that I am truly sorry. But the doctors believe that your blindness has something to do with the stroke or it may be hysterical because of what you saw. Your eyes are working fine but they aren’t connecting to your brain.”
“Well I guess there’s hope for me then” said Charles with a chuckle. “Apparently it is all or rather not all in my head.”
Erik gave a dry chuckle as well and said “Charles whatever it is, we will get through this together.”
“Why are you telling me all this now?”
“You are being released from the hospital today. They want you to go to a rehab center but we convinced them that you would be better off with your family. Raven can be very persuasive when she needs to be.”
“Where are we going from here?”
“Home” came the reply.
They drove from Las Vegas to the Xavier estate. That way they could all get back as a group. They bought two decent used cars and trekked back to New York.
Charles slept a good deal of the way back. There was nothing for him to look at since he couldn’t see so he drifted between consciousness and slumber quite a bit. Hank kept a careful eye on him to make sure that nothing else was happening to him.
They got to the mansion and Charles found himself in familiar but unfamiliar surroundings. He knew the mansion very well but that was sighted. It took a bit to adjust to it without being able to see where he was going. He hated feeling helpless and dependent on the others but he put on a brave face in front of them all except Erik.
Erik was the only one who knew how he really felt about all this. Charles even trying to smooth out the edges to his anger and sadden but Erik always seemed to know.
Then there were the headaches that tore through his skull. At this point he would have preferred that Erik had driven the coin through his head rather than Shaw’s. It would be less painful. Again he tried to hide it from the others and again Erik seemed to know that something was wrong.
Charles flipped between begin grateful to being resentful that this one man seem to know him better than anyone else.
Then the seizures started and the world went to hell.
The first one came in the middle of the night when he was alone. His mind seem to fill with light and sound and he could hear everything and anything that was going on in the world. The pressure of so much information in such a short time overwhelmed him and he passed out only to wake up in the dark finding himself dripping in his own sweat and blood coming from his mouth were he bit his tongue. He went to his bathroom and washed himself and went back to bed with his brain feeling numb.
He had his usual cup of tea in front of him but he waited for it to cool because he didn’t need the hot on top of his rather tender tongue.
“Something wrong with your tea?” asked Raven who was sitting across from him.
“Just waiting for it to cool just a bit.”
“Charles, it’s probably stone cold by now” she said “Are you alright? You haven’t been into the liquor cabinet again have you?”
“In reverse order no I haven’t been drinking and yes I am just fine this morning.” Charles drank the tea and then got up and picked up his cane. “I’ll be in the study if any of you need me.”
He went to the study, put on the radio, and managed to dial in the BBC. He listened to the news of the day in Europe and the European views of things going on with the US and Russia. Everyone was scared. He was also listening to see if he could find any information about any other mutants that might be out there.
There was a knock at the study door.
“Come in Erik” said Charles.
Erik walked in and shut the door behind him “You are getting very good at that.”
“You have a rather efficient way of knocking that is quite distinctive.”
“Raven is concerned about you. She said that you didn’t look good and that you had blood under your nose.”
Charles wiped under his nose and could feel dried flakes drifting from his skin. ‘Dammit’ he thought.
Erik came walking around the chair to look at Charles in the light.
“Charles, what the hell happened to you last night?”
Charles opened his mouth to answer when the world when white and the noise forced its way back into his head instead of talking Charles Xavier screamed the unholy scream of one of the damned.
In the Eye of the Beholder (Part 1)
Jul. 22nd, 2011 04:53 pmAuthor Note:
This is in Marvel Terms a “what if” that takes place on the beach. What if the coin through Shaw’s skull caused another events to happen? So we are pre-divorce in this one but only by a hair
The feeling of the coin entering Shaw’s skull was painful. Charles could feel the panic in Shaw’s mind as the coin headed towards him. Shaw’s mind was a wild animal willing to gnaw its own leg off to get out of the trap. Charles focus harder on controlling Shaw. Then he started to scream for Shaw as Shaw could not. The coin ripped through Shaw’s head and Charles’ consciousness at the same time. When it dropped out the other end Charles felt Shaw’s life end and he passed out.
Raven saw him go down like a bag of rocks. He struck his head on the metal frame of the Blackbird. She ran over to him. His eyes were open but rolled back into his head. She checked to make sure that he was still alive. He was breathing but it was shallow. Moria came over and the two women tried to make him comfortable on the metal that was the roof of the upside down Blackbird.
Raven left Charles with Moria and went out to get Hank. She saw Erik bring Shaw’s body out for everyone to see and make his declaration.
“You BASTARD!” She screamed at Erik “Do you know what you just did?”
Erik looked at her and in an instant he understood. He ran to the Blackbird to find Moria tending to Charles as best she could.
“We need to get him to a hospital” she said to Erik. The unspoken question was ‘what the hell did you do to him’? Erik nodded and went back outside and got everyone together. They went into the Blackbird and Azazel took them to Shaw’s secret base in Las Vegas just as the bombs hit the beach blowing up what was left of the sub and the plane. The humans believed that they had gotten rid of their mutant problem in one swift blow. Agent McTaggart was written off as collateral damage.
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Charles awoke in the dark. He had to gather himself for a moment to remember what had happened. A voice startled him.
“Charles, can you hear me?”
It took him a moment to process whose voice it was. Erik that was the name attached with the voice.
“Yes “he said, “I can hear you. Why is it so dark?” Why did his voice sound so strange to him?
There was a pause. “Charles, it’s mid-afternoon.” Came a female voice. It took him a moment but he could put Moria’s face to the voice.
He could feel a hand waving in front of his face but try as he might, he could see nothing. He reached with his mind and then total panic set in. He couldn’t feel or read anyone’s thoughts. He tried to sit up but hands were keeping him down.
“Charles, Charles! You have got to calm down” came Erik’s voice. “Moria go get the Doctor and Hank right now.”
Charles heard footsteps walking away “Erik I can’t see. I can’t see!”
“It will be alright Charles” came his friend’s soothing tones but Charles was not going to be sooth.
He howled “I CAN’T SEE YOU AT ALL!!!”
“Charles, can you see my thoughts?”
Charles felt tears streaming down his face. For the first time in a very very long time he was alone in his thoughts. “No. I can’t sense you at all.”
Erik swore softly in German. “I’m here Charles. I will not leave you.”
Charles swallowed his fear and tried to calm his panicked mind but it was so hard. He felt Erik take his hand and he held onto Erik for dear life. Erik murmured words of comfort but Charles felt totally lost.
This is in Marvel Terms a “what if” that takes place on the beach. What if the coin through Shaw’s skull caused another events to happen? So we are pre-divorce in this one but only by a hair
The feeling of the coin entering Shaw’s skull was painful. Charles could feel the panic in Shaw’s mind as the coin headed towards him. Shaw’s mind was a wild animal willing to gnaw its own leg off to get out of the trap. Charles focus harder on controlling Shaw. Then he started to scream for Shaw as Shaw could not. The coin ripped through Shaw’s head and Charles’ consciousness at the same time. When it dropped out the other end Charles felt Shaw’s life end and he passed out.
Raven saw him go down like a bag of rocks. He struck his head on the metal frame of the Blackbird. She ran over to him. His eyes were open but rolled back into his head. She checked to make sure that he was still alive. He was breathing but it was shallow. Moria came over and the two women tried to make him comfortable on the metal that was the roof of the upside down Blackbird.
Raven left Charles with Moria and went out to get Hank. She saw Erik bring Shaw’s body out for everyone to see and make his declaration.
“You BASTARD!” She screamed at Erik “Do you know what you just did?”
Erik looked at her and in an instant he understood. He ran to the Blackbird to find Moria tending to Charles as best she could.
“We need to get him to a hospital” she said to Erik. The unspoken question was ‘what the hell did you do to him’? Erik nodded and went back outside and got everyone together. They went into the Blackbird and Azazel took them to Shaw’s secret base in Las Vegas just as the bombs hit the beach blowing up what was left of the sub and the plane. The humans believed that they had gotten rid of their mutant problem in one swift blow. Agent McTaggart was written off as collateral damage.
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Charles awoke in the dark. He had to gather himself for a moment to remember what had happened. A voice startled him.
“Charles, can you hear me?”
It took him a moment to process whose voice it was. Erik that was the name attached with the voice.
“Yes “he said, “I can hear you. Why is it so dark?” Why did his voice sound so strange to him?
There was a pause. “Charles, it’s mid-afternoon.” Came a female voice. It took him a moment but he could put Moria’s face to the voice.
He could feel a hand waving in front of his face but try as he might, he could see nothing. He reached with his mind and then total panic set in. He couldn’t feel or read anyone’s thoughts. He tried to sit up but hands were keeping him down.
“Charles, Charles! You have got to calm down” came Erik’s voice. “Moria go get the Doctor and Hank right now.”
Charles heard footsteps walking away “Erik I can’t see. I can’t see!”
“It will be alright Charles” came his friend’s soothing tones but Charles was not going to be sooth.
He howled “I CAN’T SEE YOU AT ALL!!!”
“Charles, can you see my thoughts?”
Charles felt tears streaming down his face. For the first time in a very very long time he was alone in his thoughts. “No. I can’t sense you at all.”
Erik swore softly in German. “I’m here Charles. I will not leave you.”
Charles swallowed his fear and tried to calm his panicked mind but it was so hard. He felt Erik take his hand and he held onto Erik for dear life. Erik murmured words of comfort but Charles felt totally lost.
A Close Shave
Jul. 21st, 2011 10:19 amAuthor Notes:
This is the second in what I am going to call the Eagle Series. This one has warnings for consensual Dom/Sub activities. Guy on Guy action both front and back. The use of sex toys. Waxing and some knife play. Like the first story, this takes place in the 1960s in a leather bar so I am going off of the old style Master/Slave or boy. Anyone addressed as boy in this piece is an of age person who would have chosen this position with full knowledge of what might happen to them. Also this is before the AIDs epidemic so the way they use each other would not be considered safe in this day and age but do remember the time.
Again behind the cut because I don’t wanna offend anyone with my little pornlette.
( A_close_Shave )
This is the second in what I am going to call the Eagle Series. This one has warnings for consensual Dom/Sub activities. Guy on Guy action both front and back. The use of sex toys. Waxing and some knife play. Like the first story, this takes place in the 1960s in a leather bar so I am going off of the old style Master/Slave or boy. Anyone addressed as boy in this piece is an of age person who would have chosen this position with full knowledge of what might happen to them. Also this is before the AIDs epidemic so the way they use each other would not be considered safe in this day and age but do remember the time.
Again behind the cut because I don’t wanna offend anyone with my little pornlette.
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The Master Plan
Jul. 17th, 2011 05:28 pmAuthor note: I am putting a big ol’ warning on this one for consensual B/D, guy on guy action in all kinds of ways. I am basing this on the 60s style of leather bars that did exist at the time when most men “earned” their leathers from an older Dom so when I use the term boy I mean a man of age who is a submissive not in anyway a minor.
This one is basically straight up slashy porn.
It’s about 4600ish in length.
Comments are always welcome. It makes me a better writer.
( Master_Plan )
This one is basically straight up slashy porn.
It’s about 4600ish in length.
Comments are always welcome. It makes me a better writer.
( Master_Plan )
It's All in the Mind (Part 2 of 2)
Jul. 16th, 2011 10:18 amThe return to the world was slow and not much fun. He had some recollection of some strange dream where he was lying in Erik’s arms on a beach and Erik looked down at him with such concern. Something was wrong but he couldn’t figure out what.
He let out a groan and heard “Charles?” rather tentatively from his friend Erik. He felt that his hand was being held by someone. It took him a moment to regroup and figure out it was Erik’s hand in his. The touch sent both pain and pleasure through his nervous system. What was going on with him?
“Why is the world dark?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Bits and pieces but it seems like a nightmare. And, if I could ask, could you take the volume down a bit, my whole head feels very fragile.” He thought for a moment and said “Did we have another drinking contest?” He heard a low chuckle.
He felt a cool cloth being put on his head. That did make things feel better.
“Charles,” Erik said dropping his voice to almost a whisper, “As near as we can figure out you have an ocular migraine and probably a basilar migraine on top of that. Although the symptoms seem to be much more severe that what happens to most people. But when have you done anything in halves?”
“And my vision?”
“That’s one of the things that they are still sorting out. If it runs true to form, you should be fine but…”
“But?”
“Well we haven’t been able to figure out if the episode has passed or not.”
Charles felt the cloth being removed, dipped into something, wrung out and re-applied. He relaxed at the touch of the cool cloth.
“I can’t see anything right now but I can say that the light show behind my eyes stopped.”
“We darkened the room to protect you. You have been projecting a bit. Darkening the room seems to let you relax and we were running out of aspirin to hand out to everyone here in the complex.”
Charles felt embarrassed. He thought he had himself under control and to be undone by a little head pain.
“It wasn’t a little head pain Charles. I wanted to claw my brain from my skull. I don’t know how you could stand it.”
Charles focused and damped down his projecting. He felt ashamed that he put others through his hell.
“Had them all my life” he replied “Just thought it was normal.”
“No. That is not normal in the least but now we can do something about it. And no more Cerebro until we figure out how.”
Charles nodded and then regretted the motion. “Ow.”
He heard a light knock at the door.
Erik said “Come in.”
The door opened and much to Charles’ relief he could see the outline of the person coming into the room.
“I can see!” he said in triumph and then winced at the sound of his own voice.
“Well that’s a start” said the man in the door “Professor Xavier, I am Dr. Lancaster. I am a neurologist who specialized in migraines and other brain disorders.” He closed the door plunging the room back into darkness. He turned on a small flashlight and made his way to Charles’ bed.
“Let’s see how you are doing.” He took the flashlight and shown it into Charles’ eyes.
Charles was most grateful that he could see the light being shown in his eyes even if it was a bit bright and painful.
“I think it would be alright to turn on a lamp in here” said Dr. Lancaster.
Erik crossed to the dresser and turned on a small lamp. Charles blinked a bit and looked around just grateful to be able to see his room.
“Do you still have a headache?” asked the Doctor.
“Dull roar right now. But everything seems so….”
“Elevated?”
Charles nodded.
“That may take a day or so to sort out. You had quite an episode.”
Charles focused on Erik who looked rumpled. Charles couldn’t remember a time he had seen Erik rumpled.
“How long?”
“Two days” said Erik.
“We had to sedate you for one of them due to your….abilities” Dr. Lancaster said carefully.
Charles felt even more shame. “Sorry about that. I am usually much more under control.”
“So I understand. Fortunately Mr. Lensherr seem to be able to get through to you.”
Charles tried to move his legs and found it hard to do so.
“After effects of the narcotics,” said Erik.
“It will wear off soon. I’ll leave you in Mr. Lensherr’s capable hands. Just take it easy for a while and I strongly suggest that you limit your use of Cerebro to no more than an hour a day if that.” Dr. Lancaster left the room closing the door quietly behind him.
Erik took the cloth off of Charles’ head and dipped it in the bowl next to the bed, wrung it out and replaces it.
“Thank you” said Charles.
Erik shrugged “It was nothing. I use to do the same thing for my mother when she got bad headaches.”
Charles got a quick glance at Erik helping his mother when his father was at work until Erik shut it down.
He took Erik’s hand in his own and though carefully ‘No Erik. Really thank you. You kept me balanced. Somehow I knew you were there for me.’
Erik leaned in and kissed Charles on the cheek “How could I not? Now rest.” He left Charles to recover and went to tell the others that the Professor was fine.
He let out a groan and heard “Charles?” rather tentatively from his friend Erik. He felt that his hand was being held by someone. It took him a moment to regroup and figure out it was Erik’s hand in his. The touch sent both pain and pleasure through his nervous system. What was going on with him?
“Why is the world dark?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Bits and pieces but it seems like a nightmare. And, if I could ask, could you take the volume down a bit, my whole head feels very fragile.” He thought for a moment and said “Did we have another drinking contest?” He heard a low chuckle.
He felt a cool cloth being put on his head. That did make things feel better.
“Charles,” Erik said dropping his voice to almost a whisper, “As near as we can figure out you have an ocular migraine and probably a basilar migraine on top of that. Although the symptoms seem to be much more severe that what happens to most people. But when have you done anything in halves?”
“And my vision?”
“That’s one of the things that they are still sorting out. If it runs true to form, you should be fine but…”
“But?”
“Well we haven’t been able to figure out if the episode has passed or not.”
Charles felt the cloth being removed, dipped into something, wrung out and re-applied. He relaxed at the touch of the cool cloth.
“I can’t see anything right now but I can say that the light show behind my eyes stopped.”
“We darkened the room to protect you. You have been projecting a bit. Darkening the room seems to let you relax and we were running out of aspirin to hand out to everyone here in the complex.”
Charles felt embarrassed. He thought he had himself under control and to be undone by a little head pain.
“It wasn’t a little head pain Charles. I wanted to claw my brain from my skull. I don’t know how you could stand it.”
Charles focused and damped down his projecting. He felt ashamed that he put others through his hell.
“Had them all my life” he replied “Just thought it was normal.”
“No. That is not normal in the least but now we can do something about it. And no more Cerebro until we figure out how.”
Charles nodded and then regretted the motion. “Ow.”
He heard a light knock at the door.
Erik said “Come in.”
The door opened and much to Charles’ relief he could see the outline of the person coming into the room.
“I can see!” he said in triumph and then winced at the sound of his own voice.
“Well that’s a start” said the man in the door “Professor Xavier, I am Dr. Lancaster. I am a neurologist who specialized in migraines and other brain disorders.” He closed the door plunging the room back into darkness. He turned on a small flashlight and made his way to Charles’ bed.
“Let’s see how you are doing.” He took the flashlight and shown it into Charles’ eyes.
Charles was most grateful that he could see the light being shown in his eyes even if it was a bit bright and painful.
“I think it would be alright to turn on a lamp in here” said Dr. Lancaster.
Erik crossed to the dresser and turned on a small lamp. Charles blinked a bit and looked around just grateful to be able to see his room.
“Do you still have a headache?” asked the Doctor.
“Dull roar right now. But everything seems so….”
“Elevated?”
Charles nodded.
“That may take a day or so to sort out. You had quite an episode.”
Charles focused on Erik who looked rumpled. Charles couldn’t remember a time he had seen Erik rumpled.
“How long?”
“Two days” said Erik.
“We had to sedate you for one of them due to your….abilities” Dr. Lancaster said carefully.
Charles felt even more shame. “Sorry about that. I am usually much more under control.”
“So I understand. Fortunately Mr. Lensherr seem to be able to get through to you.”
Charles tried to move his legs and found it hard to do so.
“After effects of the narcotics,” said Erik.
“It will wear off soon. I’ll leave you in Mr. Lensherr’s capable hands. Just take it easy for a while and I strongly suggest that you limit your use of Cerebro to no more than an hour a day if that.” Dr. Lancaster left the room closing the door quietly behind him.
Erik took the cloth off of Charles’ head and dipped it in the bowl next to the bed, wrung it out and replaces it.
“Thank you” said Charles.
Erik shrugged “It was nothing. I use to do the same thing for my mother when she got bad headaches.”
Charles got a quick glance at Erik helping his mother when his father was at work until Erik shut it down.
He took Erik’s hand in his own and though carefully ‘No Erik. Really thank you. You kept me balanced. Somehow I knew you were there for me.’
Erik leaned in and kissed Charles on the cheek “How could I not? Now rest.” He left Charles to recover and went to tell the others that the Professor was fine.
It's All in the Mind (Part 1 of 2)
Jul. 15th, 2011 02:53 pmAuthor Note:
I suffer from ocular migraines and have had since childhood. I also can’t take a whole list of drugs for them because my body decided that it had to be allergic to a component in many of the more powerful drugs so I have learned over time how to deal with them. So this is the migraine from my perspective which may be different from other forms of migraines. For one thing I have two forms of migraines. The ocular ones are annoying but usually are accompanied by a minor if that headache and they tend to go away as fast as they arrive. The other is the “put me in a very dark room and leave me alone type that leaves me sensitive to everything and anything. Fortunately I seem to have most of that under control now.
I am upping the effects on poor Charles to an extreme point that really don’t happen to most sufferers of these types of headaches. If you have any questions feel free to ask.
It started with just a headache after a prolong session with Cerebro. Charles didn’t think much of it. He had dealt with headaches his whole life and chalked it up to a side effect of his mutation. Headaches were part of life for him. A couple of aspirin and some coffee or tea and he could put everything back to a dull roar that he could stand. If that didn’t work, a dark quiet room with a good drink and some more aspirin did it.
He kept at it trying to keep his pain from projecting to the others around him. He could see concern on Erik’s face but Charles’ smiled and tried to cheer his friend up with a couple of quips. Afterwards he went to bed and drew the curtains closed tight.
The next morning everything seemed back on an even keel. His head felt fine and he was ready for another session with Hank’s magical device. He was looking forward to it. He enjoyed touching that many minds and seeing how many mutants were really out there. He had felt alone for so long and then it seemed to be just him and Raven. Now he knew that there were 100s of mutants out there. Some knew they had abilities and others were clueless.
Erik looked at him with some concern.
“What?” asked Charles.
“Are you sure you are up for this?” asked Erik.
“Yes. Right as rain, Erik. You do worry too much sometimes.”
“Apparently you haven’t looked in a mirror this morning. You look like you went 10 rounds with Cassius Clay.”
Charles chuckled, “I’m fine Erik. I promise you that if I were not, we would take the data that have and go with that.”
Erik gave him a look that didn’t need him to read any thoughts. Erik didn’t like this situation at all.
They went to join Hank in the chamber. Hank hooked Charles up and they spent another couple hours gathering data on mutants around the world. Hank turned the machine off and Charles fell forward catching himself on the railing in front of him.
“Charles!” both Hank and Erik yelled.
Charles held up and hand and brought himself back to his feet “I’m all right. I’m all right. Just got a little dizzy there.”
Erik gave him a hand and helped him down the steps and back to the compound.
“Charles, this is foolishness.”
Charles decided to try to distract him “Chess tonight? My room?”
Erik’s face didn’t brighten at all but he said “You’re on. I’ll bring the drinks. And Charles, I know what you are trying to do. This conversation is not over.”
After dinner the two men went to Charles’ room and set up the chess board where they had left it. Charles was contemplating his next move when he noticed something odd. His left eye wasn’t focusing. He closed it and could see out of the right eye.
“Squinting is not going to help you Charles. Your Queen is in danger of being taken.” Erik said with a laugh.
Charles opened his left eye and closed his right, In the middle of his left eye there was a blind spot and it seemed to be increasing quickly. He quelled the panic rising in his chest. He opened his right eye only to find that there was a blind spot there as well with a serious light show going on. The panic just increased. There was a roaring in his ears as the world went dark with pretty light patterns shooting across the dark.
He felt himself being shaken and heard Erik say “Charles! Charles!” He tried to look in Erik’s direction but couldn’t figure out where his friend was.
“Erik. Please stop shaking me. It is only making it worse.”
“Charles what’s wrong.”
“Well to be honest, I can’t see a bloody thing.” He felt Erik wave his hand in front of his face. He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible but it was hard to keep the panic from it.
“Stay there. I’ll get help.”
Charles sat in the chair when the headache hit like someone hit him upside the head with a brick in a sock. He let out a yell and pitched out of the chair clutching his head.
He could hear people saying his name and shaking him. He just wanted them to leave him alone. He tried to focus his thoughts but he couldn’t. He was worried that he would hurt someone by projecting. He then felt someone pick him up and carry him to his bed. He heard curtains being drawn. There was a needle prick at his arm and all went to blackness.
I suffer from ocular migraines and have had since childhood. I also can’t take a whole list of drugs for them because my body decided that it had to be allergic to a component in many of the more powerful drugs so I have learned over time how to deal with them. So this is the migraine from my perspective which may be different from other forms of migraines. For one thing I have two forms of migraines. The ocular ones are annoying but usually are accompanied by a minor if that headache and they tend to go away as fast as they arrive. The other is the “put me in a very dark room and leave me alone type that leaves me sensitive to everything and anything. Fortunately I seem to have most of that under control now.
I am upping the effects on poor Charles to an extreme point that really don’t happen to most sufferers of these types of headaches. If you have any questions feel free to ask.
It started with just a headache after a prolong session with Cerebro. Charles didn’t think much of it. He had dealt with headaches his whole life and chalked it up to a side effect of his mutation. Headaches were part of life for him. A couple of aspirin and some coffee or tea and he could put everything back to a dull roar that he could stand. If that didn’t work, a dark quiet room with a good drink and some more aspirin did it.
He kept at it trying to keep his pain from projecting to the others around him. He could see concern on Erik’s face but Charles’ smiled and tried to cheer his friend up with a couple of quips. Afterwards he went to bed and drew the curtains closed tight.
The next morning everything seemed back on an even keel. His head felt fine and he was ready for another session with Hank’s magical device. He was looking forward to it. He enjoyed touching that many minds and seeing how many mutants were really out there. He had felt alone for so long and then it seemed to be just him and Raven. Now he knew that there were 100s of mutants out there. Some knew they had abilities and others were clueless.
Erik looked at him with some concern.
“What?” asked Charles.
“Are you sure you are up for this?” asked Erik.
“Yes. Right as rain, Erik. You do worry too much sometimes.”
“Apparently you haven’t looked in a mirror this morning. You look like you went 10 rounds with Cassius Clay.”
Charles chuckled, “I’m fine Erik. I promise you that if I were not, we would take the data that have and go with that.”
Erik gave him a look that didn’t need him to read any thoughts. Erik didn’t like this situation at all.
They went to join Hank in the chamber. Hank hooked Charles up and they spent another couple hours gathering data on mutants around the world. Hank turned the machine off and Charles fell forward catching himself on the railing in front of him.
“Charles!” both Hank and Erik yelled.
Charles held up and hand and brought himself back to his feet “I’m all right. I’m all right. Just got a little dizzy there.”
Erik gave him a hand and helped him down the steps and back to the compound.
“Charles, this is foolishness.”
Charles decided to try to distract him “Chess tonight? My room?”
Erik’s face didn’t brighten at all but he said “You’re on. I’ll bring the drinks. And Charles, I know what you are trying to do. This conversation is not over.”
After dinner the two men went to Charles’ room and set up the chess board where they had left it. Charles was contemplating his next move when he noticed something odd. His left eye wasn’t focusing. He closed it and could see out of the right eye.
“Squinting is not going to help you Charles. Your Queen is in danger of being taken.” Erik said with a laugh.
Charles opened his left eye and closed his right, In the middle of his left eye there was a blind spot and it seemed to be increasing quickly. He quelled the panic rising in his chest. He opened his right eye only to find that there was a blind spot there as well with a serious light show going on. The panic just increased. There was a roaring in his ears as the world went dark with pretty light patterns shooting across the dark.
He felt himself being shaken and heard Erik say “Charles! Charles!” He tried to look in Erik’s direction but couldn’t figure out where his friend was.
“Erik. Please stop shaking me. It is only making it worse.”
“Charles what’s wrong.”
“Well to be honest, I can’t see a bloody thing.” He felt Erik wave his hand in front of his face. He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible but it was hard to keep the panic from it.
“Stay there. I’ll get help.”
Charles sat in the chair when the headache hit like someone hit him upside the head with a brick in a sock. He let out a yell and pitched out of the chair clutching his head.
He could hear people saying his name and shaking him. He just wanted them to leave him alone. He tried to focus his thoughts but he couldn’t. He was worried that he would hurt someone by projecting. He then felt someone pick him up and carry him to his bed. He heard curtains being drawn. There was a needle prick at his arm and all went to blackness.
The Professor and the Lady
Jul. 14th, 2011 09:21 amAuthor Note:
This is sort of a sequel to The Professor and the Doctor where I mash Dr. Who with X-men. You don't have to read one to get the other.
There is not even any language in this one just some serious drinking.
It is about 1450 words and thus behind a cut to save my friends pages.
I hope you enjoy it and I do love commentary.
( The_Professor_and_the_Lady )
This is sort of a sequel to The Professor and the Doctor where I mash Dr. Who with X-men. You don't have to read one to get the other.
There is not even any language in this one just some serious drinking.
It is about 1450 words and thus behind a cut to save my friends pages.
I hope you enjoy it and I do love commentary.
( The_Professor_and_the_Lady )
