Title: I've Had A Bad Day Again
Author: Megan
E-mail: jayafel@hotmail.com 
Series: Part Two of the What If Series
Rating: PG13 - slight R
Universe: Mostly Movieverse
Summary: NOT MEANT TO BE CANON!  Now that things have changed, will Scott?
Disclaimer: I do not own Scott or Mr. Marsden.  Although either would look
great in my room!  ;-)
Notes: I mean no cruelty or animosity to the gay community.  That statement
will make more sense after the second paragraph.
Dedication: To Fuel for the title.  And to the ITS department at my college:
Anne Marie, Alex, Joyce, Tom, Rose Mary, Grant, Paul, Chad, Rick, Greg, Brad,
Joe, Harv, Babs, and Brian.
 
 
I Had A Bad Day Again
 
 
  He couldn't imagine why the old coot would care about him.  And he only
assumed that the man in the wheelchair named Xavier was an old man.  It wasn't
like he could do anything... He was blind, damn it!  But somehow, that man had
found it within him to pay his bail and set him free on one condition.  He had
to go with him to some place in New York.
  New York was a long way from home.  But he didn't have a home anymore.  So
he'd agreed to the terms.  At worst, this Xavier would be some freak who liked
helpless boys.  At best, he could case the guy's house for money and then
disappear.  So he held on to Xavier's wheelchair as the two travelled through
the small airport and he began to plan.
  The guy sounded rich, cultured, British even.  And a person like that would
expect something in return for his investment.  Too bad, he thought.  He was
nothing... Worth nothing... Not as a freak... A mutant.  A thing.
  He listened as Xavier arranged the final parts of the airplane ride. 
Something about being picked up at La Guardia by a friend.  The attendant
nodded and showed them to their seats.  Xavier seemed to pause when he resisted.
  "Is something wrong, Scott?"
  He groaned as a nauseous feeling came over him.  Planes... Singing...
Laughing... Screaming... Mommy!!!  He looked up from his seat on the floor. 
How did he get on the floor?  He could almost feel everyone looking at him. 
The attendant touched his shoulder and addressed Xavier.
  "Is he okay?"
  He couldn't tell what Xavier did but he could hear his whisper in his mind. 
*It will be alright Scott.  The plane WILL NOT crash.*  He giggled in a silly,
high pitch and pulled himself up from the ground.  He took a tighter hold of
the wheelchair and waited as the steward helped secure Xavier in the window
seat.  He then stepped forward and ran his hand along the seat back until he
could feel the seat edge.
  He sat down and sighed.  Xavier's voice came over his mind again.  *Are you
alright?*  He simply nodded his head.  He tried to remember portions of his
favorite book, before the drugs and the mutation.  When you couldn't see,
things got boring quickly and he began to recite the lines he could remember
from Homer's Odyssey.
  *You have read Homer?*  Xavier's voice sounded surprised.  Again he nodded. 
He went back to his thoughts and tried to blank them out.  He didn't want this
guy to be in his head.  He had enough crap in his head.  He didn't need anymore.
  *I've found Homer to be quite dull.  He was too limited.  A man searched for
his home for twenty years and can just arrive home to murder dozens?*  Xavier's
face twisted into a smile.  He hoped that would bring the boy out.
  "I don't know how you're doing that but stop right now!"  His voice echoed in
the plane.  Other fliers were looking their way.  He continued, "I don't care
what you think!  I don't care what I think!  I don't care in general!  So if
this is what I have to put up with in New York, GET ME OFF THIS DAMN PLANE!" 
He turned to where he hoped Xavier was and tried to glare at him.
  Again he felt the steward's hand upon his shoulder.  "Mister Xavier, if this
continues..."
  "I understand.  I apologize.  It will not happen again."  Xavier glanced at
his sullen charge and smiled.  The steward continued on her way.
  "Scott, if you really don't want to go with me, that can be arranged."
  He merely growled and mumbled in response.
  Xavier tried again, "I want to help you and those like you."
  "I don't need anyone's help."
  "I think you do.  Now, should I ask the steward to assist you off the plane?"
  He sat silently for a moment and answered, "No."