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[ Stryker? Oh for fuck's sake. He groans the entire way through reading that message, uncaring if she picks up on it or anyone else. Of fucking course. ]

He can't do any of it in America, so Canada must have been the next best bet, I suppose.

[ Of course "best bet" is something he wishes he didn't even have to think about. His kids in this situation is something he wishes he didn't have to think about, but here they are.

The idea of Apocalypse using him makes such startling, sickening sense, once he pieces that together with Cerebro that he has to push along lest he get caught up in an endless litany of apologies for failures they all know he realistically has no control over (or failures that are not actually failures at all, even if they always feel so resoundingly similar).

That must be how Cairo is involved. But how--he can barely sense other people in the periphery of the same space station right now, how had he given any sort of message from Egypt to Canada?

And then there's, of course: ]

Wait, LOGAN?

You know Stryker?

[ What the fuck. ]

William Jr.? No, I can't say I've had the distinct personal pleasure. But I know him well enough.

[ Through Raven. Through Trask. Through Logan, (though he's barely aware of how much that all fits together). ]

His father worked at the CIA in the 60s.

Well, his son is a bastard. I don't know what they did to Logan in that place but it was horrible. They took so much from him and turned him into some kind of weapon. Took his past, his name, all of it.

I let him out of the cage they had him in and he took care of the soldiers.

[ Sorry, Dad. She can't feel too bad about that, all things considered. ]

[ Good lord. That was everything he'd seen when Logan had damn near begged to have Charles communicate with the future in his head all those years ago, isn't it? Conversations with an older visage of himself that he barely recognizes aside (and that still feels like a fever dream, or at best really bad acid), he'd seen enough of the experimentation, the labs, the hurt, the torment...

It has to be the same thing. ]

I know, Jean. I know.

[ It's the best he can really do to be comforting about the gravity of Logan's situation. It hadn't been done to him yet--not when they'd last spoken ten years ago, but to consider the very real possibility that this is why he'd disappeared during the failed attempt on Nixon and Trask's lives?

It's awful. ]

His son had, to the best of my recollection, once been part of Trask's failed Sentinel initiative. Unfortunately, this horror is...

[ Par for the course? Awful enough that he's not...as upset about those soldiers as he rightfully should be (or may have been, twenty years ago, convinced it was all orders and that the choice to submit to them was not as present as it also should have been)? ]

Hardly new for him.

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Pretty sure he got away. But Logan did, too. We caught up with him before he left. I tried to give him back what memories I could. His name and a few other things, at least. I couldn't reach much more than that.

I don't think he remembers any of that, though.

You did what you could. No one can ask for more than that.

[ As Logan would say: Your best is enough. ]

He had his own path. He always has. Try as we may to change that, he can ask for help but we cannot walk it for him.

And speaking of paths, I think we've veered off ours.

[ She sighs heavily at that because he's right. As much as she wants better for Logan, then and now, there's no changing what's been done. It just hurts because of how much she cares about him. Looking back on how he had been then hurts twice as much now. ]

I know.

[ And he's also right about the latter bit. ]

After he left, we went back to get the others out. We showed them the hangar we saw earlier and the plane they had. Hank said he could fly it and we changed into the flight suits - they had this kind of armor in them - and took off for Cairo.

I don't know how it happened but the city was pretty much destroyed, a huge pyramid at the center of it. Erik was creating all these magnetic fields everywhere and through our connection, I knew Apocalypse planned to transfer his consciousness into you so he could control every mind on Earth. He had you in the pyramid so we split up to get into the pyramid to get you away and back on the plane. Peter and Raven went to try and get through to Erik.

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[ The one time he makes it to Egypt, and it's falling apart. Of course. He sighs a little sadly, trying to parse all of this, and it turns into something more frustrated at the news that it's Erik doing it.

Something had to have changed from then to now--there's a stability he hasn't seen in some time, but it had to come to this for them to get there? ]

I'm sorry, Apocalypse wanted to...what? I can't do that without Cerebro.

[ Of course he can't just send mental message across continents either. ]

And he was...good lord. Moira had said something about it, transferring consciousness, when Alex and met with with her, but I hadn't

[ Assumed it would be so literal. Or be him.

This really is his fault. ]

Jean, you never should have been dragged into this, I'm sorry.

[ ~~Which is easy enough to say when the full gravity of it isn't quite present. Keeping her away wouldn't help anything at all.~~ ]

You would've done the same for me. You would've come for me if the roles had been reversed.

Of course I would have. That goes without saying. But this isn't supposed to be you taking care of me.

Why not? I thought that's what family did for each other?

It is. [ And this is dangerous ground. Where good intentions and ideals turn into a force he's less comfortable with and one that's far harder to control. For all of them. ] Sweetheart, it is. But that hardly negates how unfair this is to you. I'm responsible here, for you and your well-being, and putting all of that in jeopardy--

You deserve far more than a simple apology.

I don't care about the apology.

[ She stares at the screen for a long moment before typing the only thought she can think of with regards to what was driving her. It wasn't just to save the world. ]

I couldn't save my mom. But there was a chance I could save you. That's what was important to me.

[ God.

He stares at this for what seems like minutes, reeling. It feels as if his heart has shattered and threatens to expand and burst all at once as it sinks down into depths he isn't sure he'll drag it back from.

Charles sits with a hand clamped over his mouth for a good, long time, the beat of his heart drumming under his ribs sounding harsh and unkind.

God, she deserves so much better than this. He's known for a long time that her mother's death and the circumstances surrounding it, especially in terms of her father's inability to control his own anger, has weighed heavily. But until now, he's never quite grasped how much. ]

Jean, I--

[ I'm sorry? No, Charles, she knows. And that sentiment is useless right now. She cannot do anything with empty platitudes and apologies for her own hard choices. Because that's what this was, a hard choice. As isn't the whole point of teaching being able to watch a lesson take form and shape? To watch as it's understood? ]

Thank you.

[ (After all, it isn't as if he could profess--ha--anything better in her place. He'd raze the world for her if necessary). But painful for not... ]

And you're right. No matter how much I wish it otherwise. Did it work? The pyramid? Getting through to Erik?

[ In the time she waits for a response, once again she wonders if she said the wrong thing. It's stupid when she knows the Professor cares about her just as deeply. Has basically raised her himself. Is the closest thing to a father she has now. Still. The worry is there. It's always been there. It's only something that continues to happen with people leaving. True, some come back, but other times, who knows?

(It's why she needs to apologize to Peter after this is all over. Somehow. She's missed the dolt for months and within a few days of him being back, she yells at him through text.)

So when she gets the messages she does, the relief is palpable. ]

I don't know what happened with Erik. But I do know Kurt got you out of the pyramid. I had felt Apocalypse try to take control and Kurt go to you just in time.

[ A pause. ]

But all of your hair had fallen out.

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My

[ He can't finish that.

He's known this was coming. Known it from the first joke he made about it, knew it when he met his older self in Logan's mind. Known it since he arrived and he's started getting questions about it.

But there the fact is, staring him right in the face, and he can't...bring himself to finish it. ]

[ And there it is. She knew that bit would be hard for him to accept, too. But he had wanted the whole story and that was a part she could tell with certainty. ]

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

[ She can't imagine she would react much better to losing all her hair in one go. ]

[ Of all the ways this had to happen. It feels surpremely unfair. (Though, perhaps, it's better than losing it the long, natural, uglier way). He really doesn't want to think about it at all. It had looked fine on a man of--however old he was supposed to be when Logan knew him. Ancient, rather than simply mature. It's a picture he can tell himself isn't real. Isn't him. But here? Now? It's harder to fathom.

So he's just going to put it as out of mind as he can; as out of sight it currently is. He'll come back to this later. ]

Nothing you need to apologize for, Jean.

While that sounds like an impressive feat on both your parts, somehow I assume that isn't the end of it?

No. The plane was attacked as we were trying to leave and I told Kurt to teleport everyone out at once when I made the plane go into a nosedive. It almost didn't work but he did it. We ended up in some house around the pyramid.

Apocalypse was calling for you and Raven and Peter tried to fight him. They both got hurt (which is when Peter's leg was broken). Kurt passed out and we couldn't hide you for long. He found us and the others tried to fight him. You tried to pull him into your mind to fight him, overwhelm him. It looked like it might work but then it didn't.

[ They are getting to the part she is actually dreading talking about now. At the time, she had found the courage to do what she needed to do because of his trust, his unconditional love. But now, seeing what that power can do, she looks back at this not as a triumph. It was a warning. It had been a warning the whole time. ]

[ And then it didn't. He doesn't want to ask, and yet there's no way to let that stand. He knows, from context, that they must survive all this somehow, but that's foreboding in a way that moves beyond that context. Parallel, somehow. ]

If it didn't work then how did we survive this?

[ It's a long pause on her end. ]

I killed him.

[ He stares at that for far too long. How long as she been suffocating under the weight of this? ]

You shouldn't have had to deal with that on your own.

[ She waits and waits and it feels like it drags for an eternity. Even with his assurances, she's still afraid. She knows she shouldn't be but after what has happened since she left Earth, Jean's whole perception feels so far from what it once was.

She almost cries when she reads the response, needing a moment to wipe her eyes. ]

You trusted me to do the right thing and I wasn't afraid anymore.

[ She feels the prickling of tears in her eyes again as it hits her just how far she is from that now. How it feels like she's right back at square one again. The only difference is that the destruction she can cause could be on a global scale. ]

Edited 2017-12-26 03:07 (UTC)

But you are now. That's why we haven't spoken about this, isn't it?

[ That much is evident. She's always been quiet and somewhat withdrawn, and he knows how alienating her telepathy alone can be. None of that is a surprise. To this degree, however, withdrawing to the point of shutting even him out long-term, when this has had nothing to do with his sort-of-predecessor leaving anymore, that's what says everything. ]

You DID do the right thing.

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