Another Way (for incorporealpryde)

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Another Way (for incorporealpryde)

[In a reality where Erik and Charles left the beach together and returned to Westchester to start the school, Erik helps Charles run the school and occasionally teaches. Charles is a little worried about him unsupervised at the front of a classroom. His views on mutant/human relations have hardly been tempered by time.

If only the humans would stop making him right.]

Erik strode through the halls of the school with a newspaper clutched in his hand. The human government was reintroducing the Inhibitor Collar, for use in prisons.

That was a slippery slope he had no intent of allowing. But seeing as he'd only just heard about it, he was mostly just fuming his way towards the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee to go with his rage.

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Kitty hadn't been at the school for long and she wasn't 100% sure she wanted to stay -mostly because she missed her parents. For now, she was making do and finding ways to entertain herself between classes.

Currently, she was in the kitchen cooking a breakfast she was certain most people would probably avoid because she was apparently a terrible cook for all that she enjoyed it.

The door doesn't exactly slam open but the person who enters makes his present known immediately.

"Morning." A beat. "Are you okay?"

He doesn't really notice her there at first, but he does notice the smell of (possibly burning) breakfast pork assaulting his nose as he walks in and his face crinkles a little before she speaks. It's her voice that slows his stride, though. He looks at her as he takes a mug from the cupboard.

"What? Yes. I suppose. For now." He tosses the newspaper onto the table and, with a wave of his hand, summons the carafe of coffee from the machine to pour him a cup and then return to its station.

"What...." He gestures towards the stovetop. "Are you doing?" he asks before taking his first sip.

There's three separate things going on the stove, the bacon cooked alone in a lone pan to keep it away from anything she plans to eat and honestly, she's bitten off far more than she can chew and is struggling to keep up with it, especially when she lets herself get distracted by the article on the front of the paper.

It's only when he asks about it that she remembers.

"Oh, shit!" She turns off the stove but it's too late. The bacon is burned and the eggs are stuck to the bottom of the pan. "I was... trying to make breakfast."

He saw her looking at the paper as he sipped his coffee. He set his mug down.

He didn't eat bacon anyway.

He tilted his head towards the door.

"Let's go out for breakfast," he suggested, gesturing for her to go ahead.

The bacon is a black pile and the eggs are so stuck that she's fairly certain it'll need to soak for a week before they can get it clean.

So at the offer of going out is appealing.

"I'd like it to go on record that I've never even attempted to cook bacon before and so that's not my fault." She heads to the door. "Where are we going?"

"There's a diner on the highway towards the city," Erik said. Get your coat; I'll meet you at the front door.

It doesn't take long for Kitty to find her coat and slip into some comfier shoes and she meets Erik at the door.

"Should we let anyone else know or is it just us?"

"I think we can handle an unsupervised breakfast," he teased dryly, heading out to get into one of the cars out front.

He steers out of the front gates of the house and out towards the highway.

"How are you finding your classes so far?"

"I didn't think we needed supervision. I just meant to... invite others." Because it was the polite thing to do after all. Oh well.

It's easy to relax into her seat and she turns just enough that she's facing him. "They're... different. Some of them. The basic classes are the same but then the others are just... so different and I'm reminded that this isn't an ordinary school."

"I think it places more emphasis on social issues than other schools, certainly," he noted. "What else do you find different from where you've been?"

"There's more understanding. Like, we're all different but that's what makes us get each other more." She offers a smile. "Also, the whole boarding school aspect. We're just... always around one another. There's so many people. It's crazy."

"So many people like us," Erik said. "It's easy to feel like we're alone in our own lives, when everyone around us is normal and is afraid of what we are. I didn't even know there were other mutants until I met Charles Xavier." He looked over. "Do you like it?"

"I knew but I'd never met them. My friends... They didn't understand, even though they tried. They were scared, of what I could be. What I could become." She offers a loose shrug. "I think so. Sometimes it's just... a lot. When I was at home, at home it was just my parents and I. There's a lot to adjust to at the school."

He glances over at her. "Are your parents mutants?"

"No. They're human. But they still love me." She let's out a sigh. "I know I'm one of the lucky ones. My parents believe that if I'm different, it's because God wanted me to be."

"Did they actually want you to come here?" Erik asked curiously. Normally Xavier's ended up being a refuge for those with nowhere to go or the children of people who didn't know what else to do with their kids.

"They wanted what was best for me." And staying in a human school, with the fear that surrounded mutants. But they hadn't been the happiest with her choice. "This is what makes me happy."

That sure was a non-answer, but he didn't press her.

He pulled up a diner that advertising homestyle cooking.

"Here we are," he announced, sliding out of the car.

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