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You decide every moment of every day... (CLOSED)

Who: Charles (Daisy, Jean, Tex, Peter)
When: The day Charles wakes up from Cryo
Where: Medical, Moro deck, kipos garden, bow observation deck
What: Charles has been in cryo for a few months and he's waking up to a few changes. And people.
Warnings: Nooooone?

[A]

He was just... sleeping. Charles could remember sleeping a lot back in New York. Usually he slept off his hangovers, that wasn't what this was. For one, he hadn't been drinking prior to this that he could remember. Second, he didn't sleep completely naked. Or in medical in a cryo unit. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he pulled himself out of the unit, looking around for something to cover himself. And then hopefully his uniform. He wasn't going to wander around in nothing but a towel, after all.

His clothes had to be stored nearby right? Whoever had put him here wouldn't have carried him naked from... where ever he'd been. He had to have been stripped down here, it only made sense. Once found, he wasted no time changing. Better to wear the ships uniform than nothing at all.

[B]

He made his way to his room when he could, sure (hoping) his things hadn't been tampered with by his roommates. The first thing he really wanted to do was grab a glass and some of the whiskey he'd bought on the planet they'd visited when the Ingress had first brought him here. And then he'd think of what else he should do, where else he should go.

The rooms were still strange looking in his opinion (what was wrong with regular beds, why did these have to hang from the ceiling?) but he'd gotten used to them. And the room he was assigned was large enough that his belongings wouldn't have been in the way while he slept.

[C]

He never had visited the garden before, what he was starting to think of it as, his coma. It seemed relaxing though, or relaxing enough, and he could use that. When he found the tree and all the candles, it wasn't just the compulsion to do so that had him lighting a candle. It was clearly some kind of tradition, and something to be respected. And he would do just that.

The glass sculpture he found left him unsettled. He knew what he looked like: fuzz on his face and long unkempt hair. He needed to work on that a bit. But when he looked into it, for a moment he glimpse himself when he had first met Erik, another moment showed him when he'd been twelve. And another showed him an older, bald, man. That wasn't going to happen. He was quite fond of his hair, thank you very much.

[D]

Looking at the stars from the observation deck was nice. He hadn't studied it before, it didn't interest him like it did Hank, but he had to admit that it was fascinating. Mostly that they could travel space at all, that he was far into the future. That wasn't quite so odd considering Logan had traveled to the past but still, it was fascinating. And he hoped that coming to the bow meant he wouldn't be disturbed quite as much as he would elsewhere.

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Since he'd helped Toriel put up the playset, suggested the little park in the gardens in the first place, Peter felt a little responsible to keep an eye on the equipment. He'd been in here a few times since they'd returned to the ship after the crash, worried the impact would have broken something and made it unsuitable for the kids. It had looked fine the last three times he'd checked, but here he was again.

It absolutely had nothing to do with certain people he was trying to avoid.

Peter was standing a ways off from the statue, poking at a plastic slide like he expected it to fall apart. He turned with an annoyed noise, face slipping from a frown to a wide eyed stare of surprise. In the span of a second, he was behind Charles reaching out to poke him with the same carefulness as he had the equipment.

"Xavier?"

He didn't realize that Peter was there until he'd been poked. And then the older man turned quickly, looking a little cross for a moment until he recognizes who it was. He didn't know the boy well, with everything that happened back home, their limited time on the ship together before he'd ended up in cryo, but the gardens didn't quite seem quote like the kind of place Peter would hang around.

"Peter. You're still here." He could have checked his MID, he knew he could have, but he'd avoided it for now. After just waking up, he was trying to avoid what contact he could for now.

"Charles. You're awake." He mimics the professor's tone, crossing arms over his chest. "Yeah I'm here. Takes more than a couple of months and a way too long party to get rid of me. Oh, and guess what? I'm not the only one here. Which is what we're going to talk about instead of how I'm still not okay with the whole Erik thing. Because I'm not. But lucky you that there's something more important to discuss."

He's speaking quickly, tone going from mockingly friendly to annoyed. The past few months haven't changed his opinion on Erik or Charles for letting Peter bust him out. But he's got the idea if he starts fighting with Charles in public, Peter will be getting an ear full from Jean.

"There's someone here who says they're from the future. Our future. I figured that would be important for you to know."

He felt like it would be awhile before Peter wasn't angry about them having him break Erik out of prison. At the same time though, they hadn't felt like there would be much choice. They'd been told that they needed Erik, and none of them had mutations that would get him out. Charles might have been able to. If he'd had his powers.

"Someone else from the future?" Was this going to become a common occurrence after they'd met Logan?

"Someone else? Who else have you met running around from the wrong year?" It's a silly accusation from someone who knows plenty of people from a vague tomorrow. All of Peter's friends here are from the future, River even so far off he can wrap his head around humanity lasting so long. It's part of why he liked J so much, her being from the 60s and all.

"Look, I just wanted to know if you knew about Jean yet. Because she knows you and she was pretty upset that you were- well, you know. Frozen."

Ah. Right, they hadn't quite mentioned that Logan was from the future when they had dragged Peter into that whole mess, had they? That was certainly going to bite him in the ass but, at the moment, quite a few things seemed to be vying for the first chance.

"Logan, actually, comes from about fifty years or so in our future." Not that he acted like it. Most of the time. Charles sure as hell wouldn't have bought it if the man hadn't told him a few thing about his own youth that he'd never told anyone before. Even Hank, who had stuck by him after closing the school didn't know much about when his mutation had first formed.

"Jean though... I can't say the name is familiar. I suppose I should meet her."

"What?" It comes out flat, Peter's expression growing cold. It felt like another thing he was finding out too late, another loop he'd been left out of. It wasn't as damaging as Erik, no. But it still stung when his trust in Charles was still only hanging on Jean's opinion. "And how long did you know that? Before the Pentagon?"

He's trying to keep his temper in check. It's mostly out of respect to Jean, he'd seen enough of her temper when he realized he'd kept her in the dark about Charles' stay in cryo. In part it's out respect to the place too. River came to the glass sculpture for her family and it felt wrong to start a fight near it.

"You should. She really seems to like you." The 'for some reason' is left unsaid.

"Shortly before we came to find you. Logan came to us, insisted we help him, and then told us we needed to find you. We should have told you but my focus then was on trying to save my sister." No matter what happened, what Raven had done after the beach in Cuba, she remained his sister in his mind. "I'm sure yours would be too."

He did appreciate Peter keeping his temper in check. Someone as fast as him, and Charles without his powers, the advantage and who it belonged to was almost painfully obvious. That and Charles dislike of resorting to violence.

"I'll have to find her later. I haven't exactly the ability to seek out her mind right now."

It's a low blow to play the sister card, maybe lower than Charles realizes since he hasn't been around long enough to know what Peter tried to do for Wanda.

"What did freeing a murderer have to do with your sister?" Peter asked, acid still in his tone. Was he supposed to even know Charles had family? "You could have told me anyway. There was three of you. You didn't tell me about Erik, you didn't tell me about Logan. I guess you were never planning to."

He snorts, taps the MID on his wrist. "I could just tell her to seek out your's. She's, you know-" He taps at his temple. Psychic, is what he means.

He didn't mean for that to seem like a low blow, just to relate it to him. He could remember the little girl when they'd gone to find Peter. And vaguely recalled his mother telling the little girl to 'go bug her sister' while they'd gone downstairs.

"Raven believes in Erik more than she believes in me, she trusts him. It didn't seem important at the time to share everything. We were in such a hurry."

He only let his focus stick to Raven then, to the fact that someone was planning to weaponize her abilities, that they'd try to annihilate mutants in the future. That part didn't entirely motivate him, he cared about Raven.

"She's telepathic as well?"

"Asking for a heads up that I was about to let out a murderer isn't asking for everything." Peter rubs at his face, trying to tamp down on a desire to scream. Maybe he should call Jean regardless, see if she could keep him calm. "You didn't see what I did, what he's going to cause. I let him out, that makes it my responsibility."

He wants to believe he wouldn't have done it if he'd known. Even if Jean had assured him things would work out in the future, Peter still couldn't help but feel he'd played a hand in what had happened with the Sentinels. Those fears, in turn, had played into so many of the messes he'd created here.

"Telepathic and she can, like, fly. Telekinesis, I guess you'd call it? Her powers are cool." Charles might not need Peter to hype Jean up, even he wasn't mean enough to think the older man didn't appreciate for other's mutations. It was just that her powers reminded him so much of the Wanda here. Peter couldn't help but get a little excited, especially when Jean felt the need to be so hard on herself.

He wouldn't even acknowledge that Erik insisted he was innocent, that the president had been a mutant as well and that he was trying to save him. Charles didn't buy it and he didn't expect Peter to buy it either.

"We convinced you, that responsibility doesn't lie on your shoulders. I won't let it. We should have told you more, though, I am sorry for that."

Looking back now, having the chance and the time to look back on everything that happened, he could regret some things now. He could think of other ways to do things. They still would have needed Peter though, Charles' powers were the only ones otherwise that could have gotten Erik out. It required actually having his powers at the time though.

"That's absolutely amazing though, I'm not sure I've ever had a student with that kind of potential before." No, Charles could imagine what she was capable of just by Peter mentioning her powers. The things she'd be able to do were without limit.

Peter is in no way ready to say he forgives Charles, not yet. He can be stubborn when he wants to be, and petty. Now is one of those times. But he does acknowledge that Charles is trying to disarm his anger and sometime later, when there's been more time to think and Jean's had more to yell at him about the Professor they'll know in the future, it will matter more to Peter. He nods, tight and slow.

"You should tell her that. She doesn't seem very impressed with herself or her powers." Peter's not sure if Jean had meant that conversation to be a private thing. He doesn't really care. She talked about Professor Xavier like the man hung the sun. Charles would stand a better shot of convincing her that her power was something to be grateful for than Peter had.

He wouldn't ask for forgiveness, not yet. Not for awhile, probably. Teenagers, it had been while but he had dealt with them, he could remember how well Raven had held grudges when she'd been a teenager. And a couple of his students before Vietnam.

Peter wasn't wrong though. Telling her his thoughts on her mutation, actually meeting her, it might help. And maybe then Peter would take a couple steps towards forgiving him.

"I'll have to. Later."

"Okay." That's good enough for Peter. Let Jean reap the benefits of someone she looked up to and Peter could feel like he'd done something right by her.

He gives Charles a nod, hands going to his pockets. "Right. Well, you were doing something." He edges back, ready to make a run for the door.

Was he doing something? Not really. And he would mostly spend any time now trying to figure out how to make up the Erik situation to Peter. At least he'd had a chance to see Charles feelings toward the man summed up in one bad punch.

"You don't have to go, Peter. I wasn't doing anything and I'm sure there's more you want to say."

Peter is genuinely surprised that Charles isn't trying to get him away. Peter hadn't exactly been kind to the man since he'd arrived on the ship, and hadn't done much to try to endear himself even before Moira had taken hold on either of them.

"Um, dude. Probably nothing that wouldn't end in us arguing about stuff again." He stops, shrugs. "I'm still mad, you know? And there's been a lot that's happened here that makes it kind of hard to get over. I'll try not to be an ass anymore about it."

It's honest, at least. So much of his anger over Erik ties into his anger with Rinzler. He sighs, tries to move on.

"Have you been caught up, since waking up?"

No, he hadn't, but he was familiar. And he was basically offering to let the teen blow up at him rather than let it simmer below the surface for who knows how long. Something that wouldn't do either of them any good.

"I don't blame you." He'd been young once too, after all. Most people wouldn't believe that though.

"I haven't, actually."

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