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Charles sat by Fabian's bed in the medlab where the young man had dozed off, now in his usual daytime wardrobe of slacks, a button up shirt and a thick cardigan with a mug of tea in hand since it didn't seem likely that he was going to go back to sleep anytime soon.
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Quietly, he sipped his tea as he studied the red haired boy. It was hard to imagine that someone so young could do the things he'd claimed to have done. Even harder to imagine how he managed to fall into such things. Still, from the turmoil that he could sense now that he was looking and the younger man's shields were temporary down in sleep he could sense that what he'd confessed was indeed true.
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How awful would it be to go through the rest of your life knowing that you'd done such terrible things and know that nothing you did would make up for even a fraction of it? Charles didn't even want to think about how he'd have handled things in Fabian's place, he doubted that he could.
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Fabian couldn't help but be surprised as he actually felt himself waking up. Sleep had been evading him for so long it was always a surprise to actually feel himself waking up. As he did so, however, the events of the previous...however long it had actually been came trickling in. He was glad he had finally done it, yes. The weight of sharing what he knew was something he could gladly lift but now there existed a whole new world of unknowns to cope with. A part of him wanted to curl in on himself and pretend he wasn't waking up at all but he knew there was someone else in the room; he just knew. Who would leave him alone at this time?
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As he opened his eyes relief and dread came hand in hand as Charles Xavier came into sight. "Hello," Fabian got out, sitting up perhaps too quickly but not exactly relishing the vulnerability of laying asleep in front of the man. Just because Xavier didn't want him dead did not make him safe.
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"Good morning," Charles said, polite and soft-spoken as always. "Well...early morning, at any rate. I hope that you're feeling a little better after some rest, however brief it was. I find that everything feels less terrible after a good night's sleep."
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Fabian tried not to make his look too flat but he was pretty much Lehnsherr would have had to do a lot worse to him to get him to sleep long enough for anything to be less terrible. "Good morning, sir. Yes, a little, I'm sure...are they still on the plane flying out?"
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"Yes, they left shortly after I sent you along to the medlab." He was silent for awhile, studying the younger man. "Why did you decide to reveal yourself now, Fabian?"
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"How could I not?" He couldn't even fathom going on with the charade any longer than he had. The sleepless nights ran together, the horrible thoughts, guilt, everything. How could he have made it any further than he had made himself suffer already? "I just hope that I'm not too late and nothing has changed."
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"You might very well have saved a few lives," Charles said, setting his tea aside on the bedside table for now. "Although you're a long way from atoning for all the others that you had a hand in ending yet."
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"Atonement seems like an out-of-reach goal." Fabian replied. Just because it was what he wanted didn't mean it was what he was going to be able to get. Fabian Cortez may have grown up ridiculously wealthy but even he knew you didn't always get what you wanted or what you needed. Still, there was a part of him that would hope although he knew more than likely he would not get his chance. Atonement for him meant being around to make a difference, not rotting in a cell or rotting in the ground.
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"It's what you want though, isn't it?" Charles asked mildly.
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"It seems like the only actual good that I could do. The other alternatives do nothing but let others feel vindicated...which is good in and of itself, I suppose." They deserved their justice but it would be hollow in Fabian's eyes.
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"I don't believe that your death would make up for all that's happened. Nor do I think spending the rest of your life behind bars would either. You'd have to spend thousands of years that you won't live and die just as many times to truly make up for everything."
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Charles steepled his fingers. "I won't lie to you, even if you spend the rest of your life trying to undo the wrongs you've done you'll never manage to completely wash all of the blood off your hands...but you'll have tried and I think that might make the weight that you're going to have to carry just a little bit lighter than if you don't."
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"I want to make you an offer, Fabian..." he said, reaching for his tea again. "I believe that everyone should have a second chance in life and this is going to be yours if you choose to take it. However, it isn't without a price so I want you think hard on what it is I'm about to propose to you."
*about to propose to you."
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There was a slight skepticism in Fabian's face. The last time someone had made a proposition to him he had ended up halfway around the world doing the only thing in his life so far he could honestly say he regretted. There was no choice to be had in the matter, however, not one he could see. "What is your offer, if I may ask?" There was also curiosity in his face; that couldn't be denied.
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"You've already turned on your employers, if your information leads to their capture and imprisonment - which I'm sure it will - then you will join this school as a student, attempt make amends to those you've wronged if they'll let you, learn how to become an example of mutantkind for humanity. Perhaps even help make the world a place where both mutants and humans can co-exist peacefully. Essentially, what I ask of any young person that comes to this place."
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The offer was, at first, met with silence. There was the odd shuffling in the nearby rooms where Fabian had no doubt that staff or student were still shuffling around perhaps but he didn't pay it any mind, too trapped in his own thought process to consider doing so. It was the best offer he could ever have considered even though he couldn't really see that it was going to come close to what he felt he needed. You didn't always get what you wanted or needed, however. Fabian wasn't entirely sure he should eve get this. "What about the others, though? Wouldn't my presence here be bringing them undue stress? I can't imagine any family not pulling someone from the school once they caught wind of the situation."
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"I will never turn away anyone in need who feels truly remorseful. Either they will understand in time or they will leave of their own accord and I will have to respect their choices whether I like it or not, just as they must respect mine. You might be surprised though how many people will be willing to forgive when presented with a sincere apology."
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"...I do have some conditions though," Charles added.
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"I suppose it's only fair to hear yours before I answer, then." Fabian replied although his own answer was already formulating in his mind.
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"I ask that until your employers are captured you remain in the school and that you submit to a full telepathic scan." He smiled apologetically before draining his cup. "I'm sorry, normally I would never ask this of anyone but unfortunately I am taking something of a risk in bringing you here and the safety of my students is paramount."
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Fabian had to snort. That was it? Those were his conditions. "Done. I'm the twin brother of an empath, Professor. You're not going to bother me by having a tiptoe through the tulips in my mind...and it's not like I have much in the way of choices to go unless I was to fly back home and I am certainly not ready to show up there without said empath or at least knowing what happened to her." He paused, face going back to the seriousness of before as he decided to go ahead and make his own condition. "If one of the former Horsemen or Cecilia want to leave this place because of my presence I would like the chance to leave first. I will gladly work with you still but I do not want to cost them an opportunity and, as I see it, they are the ones that truly would have a right to complain about me being here."
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Charles just smiled. "If it comes to that; I think you'll be surprised."

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"Now, would you like to do the scan now or...?"

"Be my guest." Fabian replied, "It'll almost be relieving to make sure every bit of it is out in the open."
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Charles nodded, raising his fingers to his temple, a mannerism that he had adopted in youth to warn someone he was about to use his powers. "Try to relax."
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Fabian decided to lay back down, never entirely sure what to do or think when he knew something like this was happening. It was like preparing for guests that you didn't realize were coming over. The pantry was bare and the house was a mess but there they were right at the door. "I think this may be as relaxed as I get for a while."
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"I understand," Charles said, already flipping through his memories like cards in a rolodex, examining each one with a speed and ease that most telepaths could only envy until after a minute or so he lowered his hand. "I think that covers it."
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"So...did any of that change anything? Do we still have a deal?" A small part of Fabian wondered if he should be ashamed of the nerves in his voice as he asked the question. The rest of him, however, didn't care. He just wanted the answer.
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"No, we still have a deal. Actually it helps a little, to know my faith isn't misplaced."
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"It isn't?" He laughed, sitting back up again. "Well, I shall be relieved to know that for certain then."
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Charles smiled, although it was a bit sad. "Welcome to the school, Fabian."
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Fabian's expression matched the Professor's despite all of the worries that were still flooding through his mind and the fact that he was thanking the man for so much more than his welcome. "Thank you, Professor."
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Fabian knew they weren't going to but there was a part of him that did wonder if perhaps the school was going to kill him and bury him out back in the woods. They couldn't exactly turn him over to the police without admitting who they were as well and he imagined that wasn't going to go over well in the near or distant future for them. They weren't going to send him home because how could they actually trust him plus he was now a valuable asset. Was that enough to keep him around though? <p>

He stared across the dorm to the opposite wall, wondering if he would be moved now that he was the enemy rather than another student or they would ask Pete to keep an eye on him and make sure he wasn't doing anything suspicious. It wasn't as if Pete Wisdom could vouch for him acting normally as he had never met him when Fabian <i>was</i> truly acting normal but Fabian couldn't imagine they wouldn't want to keep close tabs on him. <p>

He was in a prison, a very comfortable prison and much better than what he had earned. Fabian told himself that he should be grateful for how it was turning out but turning himself over and giving up everything he knew had done little to assuage the guilt eating away at him. He had told, yes, and things were being done to stop it all as much as the people here could but he wasn't doing anything to help, just sitting and staring at wall. What purpose could he even serve now? He sighed, slouching against the wall behind him, zoning out his focus as he let the worry of it all overtake him.

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Fabian stared out at the spread of homework with an air of despair, dreading even the thought of putting himself through the paces of a typical night of work and tuck himself neatly into bed to live through another day of this falsehood. It was beginning to be worrisome about how hard it was to get through the days now. It had been hard before but there was a resignation that was weighing heavier and heavier on his heart. Why even go through the paces of this? Maybe he could even fail out of this whole thing? He wasn't sure that would ever help but at least it was something to ponder. <p>

It wasn't going to be worth pondering though. What would be better would be a distraction, any distraction. Fabian's eyes left his books and flitted towards his roommate. He didn't know much about this Pete Wisdom fellow but from the looks of him in another lifetime he would be someone right up Fabian's own alley. Surely he wanted to be out of this place as much as he did even if there wasn't exactly the same reasoning behind the potential escape. <p>

"Wisdom, you strike me as a man who would like to go get drunk and see which one of us can pull." What better thing than to go get drunk and see if you could manage to get laid? Wasn't that what every outing should lead to if you could help it? "Up for it?" Fabian was all ready standing up, ready to be off to do just that with a slam of a book cover over the offending work. Whether or not Pete was up for it Fabian was all ready at least mentally out the door. "I'm buying." Surely free drinks would be perfect.

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<h1>Heavy Hearts and Minds</h1> <h2><span>Tagged: Staff</span></h2> <div class="thhhover">

Night before Famine and Death

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He couldn't do this any more. <p>

Fabian had spent the better part of an hour staring up at the ceiling of his dorm trying to keep from flopping back and forth and waking Pete from his no doubt tipsy slumber. How had he even gotten this far? He can't imagine having gone one day now when he certainly knew he couldn't do anymore. Of course, then the eve of the next attack wasn't right on the doorstep. By this time tomorrow there would be catastrophic destruction and it could have been eased, if not prevented entirely, by him speaking up. Why had it taken him so, so long? <p>

Fear, Fabian knew that was the answer to that question and even thinking it made him feel worse. He was disgusted with himself on a level he never thought possible. For someone to have so much to be proud of in his mind to be driven by fear was the most inexcusable thing of all but that was exactly what had been ruling his life all of this time. He couldn't even blame that on Nur even though he knew that was the reins the man was purposefully using on him. Fabian had been the one to give him those reins and he had neglected to take charge and cut those strings. The only person to blame for him to be laying on his back with a churning stomach and guilt that knew few bounds was himself and it was high time he did something about it other than wring his pathetic, guilty hands. <p>

He threw himself out of the bed, not stopping for anything as he left the room, not even taking into account that he could be waking Pete up from his sleep. If this went how he expected it to go no doubt he wouldn't be seeing Pete Wisdom or anyone here again but it didn't matter if he was going to be turned over or if Paris Bennett or whoever else Nur sent out would be putting an end to him shortly. He had to do this.

He moved with speed and purpose, worried that if he slowed down at all he would surely stop until he was at the door he had been seeking and knocking loudly. It was late but this obviously couldn't wait, he just hoped that Xavier or anyone else who might still be in around the offices might make justice quick.


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In his mind Fabian was thousands of miles away; away from the people in this school, away from the influences of anyone or anything beyond his own whims, beyond the guilt and the paranoia to a peace that he had forgotten yet been yearning for this entire year. It was absolute bliss being numbed to his surroundings. His mind could now enjoy the sensation of simply being how he should; something that had been denied to him in his waking hours for a ridiculous amount of time. <p>

Nothing jarred him from the haze he walked in now. There wasn't enough of him awake to pay any attention to where it was he was going and it was only by that narrow margin that he was awake that didn't let him crash down the stairs or simply walk into things with enough force to stir himself from his path. Nights like this didn't happen often. As a matter of fact he had been fairly certain that this little nocturnal oddity was something that he had outgrown. Things were different now and this was surely a stressful enough situation that who knows what else might be off with him. Stress dictated his sleep every night; he had spent the entirety of his time at Xavier's that he had went to bed tossing and turning and tonight had grown beyond the fitful and out into the corridors, down the stairs, and deeper into the school.<p>

It was probably a very good thing that most of the doors on the lower levels were usually sealed up or that he hadn't simply taken a turn out of the school doors. Some weren't as well locked than others, however. It couldn't be said for certain how it was the wine cellar managed to be one of those doors but Fabian had managed to work his way in but no further. He simply stood as his mind basked in pleasant recollections of home instead of what was actually in front of him. As he breathed in it was ocean and garden scents instead of dust and the musk of the cellar.

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