“Does Charles have a sponsor, or other trusted person to support him? I would like a chance to talk with them if possible. Or will it be you?”
“I don't know. He haven't asked, so I can't take any official role here.”
“Will you support them, unofficially at least? I don't think they can do it without you.”
“I have to think about this, I mean...I don't know.”
Moira gathered her things, getting up. “Maybe we'll talk more about this later? I should get to the class.”
“Of course. I'll be around.”
Moira walked back to inside and went to her class. She sat down her usual place, and tried to pay attention to the lecturer, though she couldn't stop thinking about what Raven had told her.
In a way it made perfect sense. How Charles was both sure of himself and absolutely terrified at the same time, so delighted even a slight gesture of kindness. And why the two women had reacted in such aggressive manner over something as simple as a bit of dizziness. Moira understood protectiveness, and fear, and the mess of emotions that came from that.
And this was a real mess, and Moira wasn't sure if Erik was up for the challenge. He had many wonderful traits but he was also abrupt, and uncompromising. Moira knew what kind of reaction he would have over this. His raw, undefined feelings, all the bend up frustration and shame about his condition would lead to...
“Oh fuck!” Moira exclaimed and rushed up, fumbling for her bag. The people stared at her like she had lost her mind but she didn't care, she hurried to the door and out to the hallway.
“Raven? Raven?”
A middle-aged janitor turned to stare at her, drowning disapprovingly.
“Miss, no shouting! The classes have started!”
“Yes, I'm sorry, I...Raven?”
“Stop yelling my name in public! Now, what is it?”
Moira turned around, and found a young handsome man staring at her.
“Is he going to tell Erik, you know, the thing you told me? I mean, will he do it now, today?”
The young man shrugged, glancing around. “I think so. Why?”
“Because Erik used the emergency kit two days ago, and we didn't have the money for the refill,” Moira said, digging through the bag for the car keys. “Can you reach your brother somehow, fast? Tell him not to...” Her phone buzzed and flashed red in the bottom of the book bag, and Moira closed her eyes for a moment, before reaching for it, snapping the lid open. The fear was there again, familiar weight of it, digging its sharp claws inside her mind.
“Pete? What happened? Which hospital? I'm on my way,” Moira said to the phone, already walking to the door. She had her hand on the handle before she realized that Raven wasn't following her. She turned around to see that she simply stood there, staring at her with wide, yellow eyes. Moira didn't know what that was about, maybe it was her method to reach her brother that Moira couldn't understand, or some other mutant thing, but she didn't have time for this.
“Well? Are you coming?” she said, harder than she had intended, the old edge resurfacing for a split of a second. Raven startled awake from her momentary reverie.
“I have a car waiting outside,” she said. “Just tell me where to drive.” ***
Into His Arms, 15/?
“I don't know. He haven't asked, so I can't take any official role here.”
“Will you support them, unofficially at least? I don't think they can do it without you.”
“I have to think about this, I mean...I don't know.”
Moira gathered her things, getting up. “Maybe we'll talk more about this later? I should get to the class.”
“Of course. I'll be around.”
Moira walked back to inside and went to her class. She sat down her usual place, and tried to pay attention to the lecturer, though she couldn't stop thinking about what Raven had told her.
In a way it made perfect sense. How Charles was both sure of himself and absolutely terrified at the same time, so delighted even a slight gesture of kindness. And why the two women had reacted in such aggressive manner over something as simple as a bit of dizziness. Moira understood protectiveness, and fear, and the mess of emotions that came from that.
And this was a real mess, and Moira wasn't sure if Erik was up for the challenge. He had many wonderful traits but he was also abrupt, and uncompromising. Moira knew what kind of reaction he would have over this. His raw, undefined feelings, all the bend up frustration and shame about his condition would lead to...
“Oh fuck!” Moira exclaimed and rushed up, fumbling for her bag. The people stared at her like she had lost her mind but she didn't care, she hurried to the door and out to the hallway.
“Raven? Raven?”
A middle-aged janitor turned to stare at her, drowning disapprovingly.
“Miss, no shouting! The classes have started!”
“Yes, I'm sorry, I...Raven?”
“Stop yelling my name in public! Now, what is it?”
Moira turned around, and found a young handsome man staring at her.
“Is he going to tell Erik, you know, the thing you told me? I mean, will he do it now, today?”
The young man shrugged, glancing around. “I think so. Why?”
“Because Erik used the emergency kit two days ago, and we didn't have the money for the refill,” Moira said, digging through the bag for the car keys. “Can you reach your brother somehow, fast? Tell him not to...” Her phone buzzed and flashed red in the bottom of the book bag, and Moira closed her eyes for a moment, before reaching for it, snapping the lid open. The fear was there again, familiar weight of it, digging its sharp claws inside her mind.
“Pete? What happened? Which hospital? I'm on my way,” Moira said to the phone, already walking to the door. She had her hand on the handle before she realized that Raven wasn't following her. She turned around to see that she simply stood there, staring at her with wide, yellow eyes. Moira didn't know what that was about, maybe it was her method to reach her brother that Moira couldn't understand, or some other mutant thing, but she didn't have time for this.
“Well? Are you coming?” she said, harder than she had intended, the old edge resurfacing for a split of a second. Raven startled awake from her momentary reverie.
“I have a car waiting outside,” she said. “Just tell me where to drive.”
***