A second chance...

[ihearyouthink]

Charles was spending some time in Cerebro, doing his daily search for new mutants. As his mind flicked over the thousands within his reach, he found himself wondering about the man he met a few days ago. Such a tortured soul, Charles couldn't help but wonder how he was doing

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[eidetikerwill]

Will was precisely where Charles had left him: Quantico. Right now, he was studying a board with gruesome pictures pinned to it, depicting both of the crime scenes. He was worried about the moon coming in two weeks. That was when the Tooth Fairy had chosen to strike twice before. They had no idea yet where he would next because Will hadn't stepped behind the killer's eyes yet enough to tell them.

“When are you going to Atlanta, Will? Have you been to Birmingham yet?”
“Soon, Jack. Soon.”
“You need to get down there now. We're running out of time.”

He knew it. Every time he went to pick up his ticket and fly out, he'd find himself a half hour later doing something else. The time between was empty and blank, like a drunken blackout.

“Hello, this is Special Investigator William Graham with the Behavioural Sciences Unit. There was a gentleman here a few days ago by the name of Charles Xavier. I need to get his information, please

[ihearyouthink]

Charles smiles to himself in the darkened room of Cerebro. It was irony that the man was searching for him as well. He could help him along...but he is hesitant to reveal himself and his abilities just yet.

It wouldn't be just himself he would expose, he has to think of the children and their safety. If the FBI knew of the existence of mutants...

Those blackouts are curious though. Charles wouldn't be surprised if they were stress related, considering all that Will is exposed to on a daily basis.

He waits a moment or two longer, the environment around Will coming into sharper focus as he senses his surroundings through his minds eye.

[eidetikerwill]

Will hadn't been lying when he spoke of using people with abilities. Jack Crawford had emotionally blackmailed him into taking this task up when no one else could complete it. Before that, Jack had set Will on the trail of not one but two killers as easily as he would have a bloodhound. The first had ended with Will doing time in a psychiatric institute as his sanity slipped away from him. The second had ended in his death and revival. Yet Jack had called him up from a life of retirement and set him on the trail of a third

[ihearyouthink]

Now that definitely wasn't normal. Charles had come across many a mental block, this one was stronger than anything he'd seen to date. Someone had been picking at this man's mind long before he had met Charles.

He couldn't leave it at that. Charles was all too willing to help, but it might be tricky work. Mental barriers could be forced open but the damage it resulted in had to be worth the risk before attempting that.

It may be that he didn't need to help, Will was narrowing down the search nicely. He was in that list of paraplegics, a gunshot wound to the lower back as recently as a year ago. Perhaps if he thought to cross reference that list with the University of Oxford's alumni list....