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Prologue
Charles collapsed on the sofa, a safe yet reasonable distance from his phone, with a heavy sigh. He knew his sister meant well, he really did, but to be called out every day for the past two weeks on negatives of his contract-which if Raven was to be trusted, vastly overshadowed its positives-would eventually take its toll on even the most patient of men. And Charles Francis Xavier was a saint among patient men.
He threw an arm over his eyes, running through his counter argument a third time for good measure. He was in need of money. Not enough to require thinking about the kind that came from dark dank alleys and large intimidating men and their equally menacing syndicates, but enough to bring about alarm. He had a younger sister, her well being to think about, her schooling, her daily needs-not to mention the added cost of a doctorate. This job was safe (as safe as spending three weeks in the South America to narrate a special on rare mammals of the Amazon could ever be) and directed by a close friend of his: Moira MacTaggert.
A smile threatened to shatter his contemplative mindset. Moira had just been too earnest, and well let’s face it; he wasn’t exactly the type to turn down a favor for a friend. She’d come to him with the promise of free dinner and time to catch up on what life had thrown at the both of them. Several drinks in she suddenly collapsed into his arms, and from what he could discern from her frantic sobs, the narrator she’d booked for her program had bailed two weeks before they were scheduled to fly out. Something about getting a better deal with a production company called “Hell-I couldn’t give a damn, Charles. I just couldn’t give a damn.”
Then her head snapped up with alarming speed (and if Charles had been doctor and a little less tipsy, it would have worried him) and she cupped his face in her hands, crying with much satisfaction, “I’ve found him! We’re saved Levine! We’re saved,” before promptly passing out in his lap. He drove her home, though with much difficultly as she had apparently forgotten her revelation and was clinging to his jacket, begging him to fill the spot. With an exasperated sigh, he agreed and sent her to bed with one of his dazzling smiles.
Evidently he rang Raven up soon after, intending to let her in on the good news: he’d acquired a job that, while a little dangerous, would definitely ease the weight of their daily expenses as well as ease the academic burden he’d thrown himself into. To the embarrassment of his sober self the next day, rather than excited babble of “smart-man speak” as Raven liked to call it, came this: “Going to South America in two weeks.”
The next morning the students whose class he interned for met with a rather furious Raven who stormed into class, grabbed the nearest object-a student’s book bag-promptly hit her poor hung over brother with it then dragged him out of the classroom.
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There's no such thing as a bad rain forest adventure, IMO, and I love what you've got so far and that little hint of Hellfire Club is awesome! And lol, Charles and Raven's sibling relations - spontaneously going to South America + storming into classes and hurling book bags. ♥
Can't wait for more!
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