Title: Chip Off the Old Block VI: Sagacity Author: mimic117 Email: mimic1172@gmail.com Rating: NC-17 because XL said so Keywords: MSR, Charlie fic, William fic, crossover Setting: This takes place in the X-Men universe but assumes that the existence of mutants isn't widely known yet. Spoilers: For the other stories in this series. You really MUST read at least the first one in order to understand about Charlie. Summary: "Wisdom lies not in reason but in love." Andre Gide Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been. Never will be. Beta thanks to bellefleur and Jake for steering me in the right direction, even if I do maintain that it was mean of them to make me think. Written for the MSR-Smut 10 Year Anniversary Crossover Challenge ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chip Off the Old Block VI: Sagacity by mimic117 Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters 10:28 PM The force of Mulder's thrusts pushed Scully into the bed's headboard, her hands braced against the ornate mahogany wood. He had to admire the quietness of the bed frame, especially considering the amount of abuse he was currently subjecting it to. Still, even if it had squealed like a banshee, that wouldn't have stopped him. Head back, Scully began to mewl on a rising note as his speed increased. Knowing what she was building to, he whispered, "Shhh. Remember the children." Her eyes snapped open and she glared at him. "Way to kill the mood, Mulder." He drove into her again. "My mood's just fine, thanks. You were the one who didn't want to do this because there are kids here." "Yes, and I never should have let you talk me into it." Mulder stopped moving. "Well when I saw how you were looking at that wolf guy..." Scully reached around and slapped his bare ass. "He's called Wolverine and I seem to remember you looking the same way at someone else. So white hair turns you on, huh?" "About as much as bulging chest muscles seem to turn you on. Or was it his cigar?" She raised her pelvis and eyebrow at the same time. Mulder grinned. "That's what I thought." He withdrew slowly, savoring the feel of her flesh enclosing him, the warm, wet tightness that was her love for him. They never discussed how they felt about each other, very rarely said those three little words lovers exchange, but he always knew. He was never more certain of her love than in these moments when she gave him her total trust and passion. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he surged into her again. Fingernails dug into his skin, but Mulder didn't care. He locked gazes with Scully, drinking in the way her pupils dilated, the clamp of teeth on her lower lip as a flush spread from her chest upward, the suppressed moans which drifted to his ears. Her legs began to shudder around his waist. That was his cue to pick up speed. He knew what she liked, what she wanted at any given point in their lovemaking. He didn't need superhuman powers or sculpted biceps in order to please her. They were connected as surely as if he could read her mind. Heat detonated up Mulder's spine, out to the ends of his fingers and toes, creating a shower of sparkles behind his eyes. He nearly forgot his own admonishment for silence as he drove into her one last time, then stilled. His release drew the breath from his lungs and left him panting. He sagged toward the bed, slipping to one side in order to spare Scully his sweaty, dead weight. As he slowly recovered, Mulder looked around the guest suite they'd been given for the night. Xavier's school was huge. And fancy, too. Lots of wood paneling, floor-to-ceiling windows, spacious rooms, massive furniture. They'd been taken on the grand tour before supper and Mulder could see how the style of the place impressed Scully. The kitchen alone was larger than Mulder's old apartment. He could understand how they'd need the room if what Charles Xavier told them about the number of mutants in the world was true. Mutant. Mulder really didn't like that word, although he noticed it was used freely here, and in the strictest sense of the word, not in any kind of derogatory fashion. Mutant: someone who is changed or altered. Telepaths. Shape-shifters. Guys like Wolverine, with knives that sprang from the backs of his hands. Telekinetics like Charlie and William. Even Xavier himself possessed an amazing ability to read minds. He reminded Mulder of Gibson Praise. Still, Mulder preferred to think of them as more evolved, the next step in natural evolution. He and Scully were the odd ones out in this place. Scully finally stirred, stretching and yawning. "Be right back," she said, then climbed out of bed. Mulder watched her naked ass sway as she headed for the bathroom. He was glad to see that she seemed comfortable here. He hadn't been sure what to expect as the tour of the school moved from architecture to curriculum, which seemed to include a fair amount of martial arts along with the textbooks. Xavier had pointed out that knowing you can defend yourself helps build confidence and control, reducing the need to strike out. Neither Mulder nor Scully could argue with that. It was already obvious that William needed to learn control. Mulder had never heard of Xavier's school, but then he probably wasn't supposed to. It seemed like they did everything possible to fly under the radar, which was understandable. He and Scully still wouldn't know about it if not for her younger brother. Apparently, Charlie had met a couple of Xavier's former students in his travels. He hadn't said anything until recently. Mulder believed in extreme possibilities but he'd never suspected how many of the stories in The National Enquirer and Star Magazine were true rather than exaggerations. He supposed it wasn't surprising that people with unusual talents might find each other, but he couldn't help thinking that Charlie meeting up with Xavier's former pupils was a hell of a coincidence. The bathroom door opened and Scully emerged. Mulder enjoyed the new view as she walked back to the bed. He lifted the blankets so she could scoot underneath, then pulled the covers over both of them as they settled in for sleep. But as long as she was still awake, he wanted to get her input. He ran a finger down her ribs. "So what do you think of this place, Scully?" She squirmed and tilted her head to look at him. "The gardens are lovely. The students seem happy and content. The curriculum sounds interesting and challenging. I certainly can't complain about the building itself." Mulder tickled her again. "You're avoiding the actual question." "He's only eighteen months old, Mulder! Surely we don't have to think about school already." "You mean a dozen eggs exploding on the floor one at a time isn't enough reason to start talking about it? As I recall, you were ready to sell him to a circus." Scully crossed her arms over her breasts. "Yeah, well I was ready to sell you and Charlie for laughing at him, too. I love my little brother, but God knows what he's teaching Will at this very moment." This trip wouldn't have been possible a few months ago. Scully had still been denying their son's powers, despite the steadily increasing evidence of his ability to control objects with his mind. Will was getting really good at retrieving his own toys and bottles, even though Mulder suspected he wasn't doing it deliberately yet. He was probably just thinking that he wanted something and it came to him. Eventually, he was going to connect the two activities. It was Charlie who'd told them about this school and why it existed. Mulder had a feeling they were going to owe him big-time. He teased her arms apart and gathered her against his chest. "Your mother will keep Charlie in line, but all the more reason to find somewhere that William can feel safe and accepted when he's older. We know he'd fit in here. He won't have to be afraid. Nobody will think he's weird or frightening. Did you see the guy with the funky shades? At least Will is outwardly normal. They can teach him so much about the right and wrong ways to use his gift. I want that for him." She snuggled in and kissed his shoulder. "So do I, Mulder. So do I. It's just that he's still a baby. I hate to think of him going away." He sighed in agreement, stroking her hair. They lay there, quietly enjoying the chance to be together without having to say anything further. Scully gradually went limp against his side, her breathing becoming slow and even. Mulder's eyes drooped closed, but he opened them again in response to a noise in the room. As he watched, a small blonde girl ran across the room and straight through the bed. Not just through the bed, but through his and Scully's legs as they lay entwined in the bed. What the hell...? Mulder jerked, startling Scully out of her doze. The girl stopped on the other side of the bed and spun around. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. This room is usually empty and Inviso is chasing me." Scully sat up, nearly causing Mulder to flash the child as she pulled on the blankets to cover her breasts. "How did you get in here, honey? Do you need help?" The girl pointed behind her. "I just came through the door--" Her words cut off on a shriek as a short, dark-haired boy materialized at the end of her finger. "Boo!" he exclaimed. "I got you, Kitty!" Mulder cleared his throat. The boy looked at the girl, apparently only then realizing they weren't alone. He swiveled slowly toward the bed. "Shouldn't you two be asleep at this hour?" Mulder asked. Kitty shrugged. "We aren't sleepy yet. You won't tell Storm or Professor Xavier, will you?" Mulder pulled an invisible zipper across his lips. "Just promise you'll go to bed now." They both nodded. "And next time you enter a room, knock first. Okay?" Kitty giggled shyly. "Yeah. Sorry." She turned to her friend. "Let's go, Damien." She ran toward the boy, then right through him and out the still- closed door. Damien, or Inviso, waved sheepishly before he vanished in front of their eyes. Mulder turned to Scully. "Suddenly, hide and seek takes on a whole new meaning." Scully blinked wide eyes. "In the morning, let's talk to Professor Xavier about the application process. You can never start too early on getting a proper education." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END Sagacity: n. wisdom Feedback: mimic1172@gmail.com