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Fic: The Murdering Siblings Support Group

The Murdering Siblings Support Group
By PaBurke
Summary: Charles meets someone who understands his feelings and not just because she’s an empath.
Spoilers: X-Men First Class and an AU of the first Dexter novel.
Warnings: Deb Morgan has a foul mouth. Charles Xavier is rather angsty.
Word Count: 1000


Charles Xavier found Deborah Morgan outside of her apartment gleefully throwing skimpy clothes into a dumpster. A quick surface scan revealed that, as of last week, she had been part of the Miami Vice Squad and now she was a detective. She no longer required the prostitution disguise. Some traumatic event had precipitated it, but when Charles attempted to scan deeper, she stiffened.

He almost missed the body language because her mind hadn’t thrown up blocks. Her mind was busy, interested and… his.

She had wrapped Charles’s emotions around herself and that was her shield. Only a telepath would have twigged it as fast as Charles had. Naturally, a telepath had to know when ideas were his or her own as opposed to belonging to the person across the table, street or city. Charles calmed his emotions and Deborah’s mind became a still sea of untold depths. Any attempt to ‘dive in’ left Charles floundering in his confusing emotions of his adoptive sister, Raven. Why Raven? It was effectively distracting if nothing else.

Charles was impressed. When he had flown into Miami, it had only to introduce himself to the resident empath and suggest that they acquaint themselves with his school. Now he wanted Deborah Morgan as a teacher. Charles had not known that it was possible for a non-telepath to develop such advance shields but now that he did, he wanted that creative flexibility taught to all of his students, if possible.

Charles pulled out of her mind. He would never persuade her that way. Besides, Deborah had already identified him as the mutant attempting to access her mind. She was charging over to him, flashing her badge (she was so pleased to have that badge) and drawing her gun out of her holster.

“Who the hell are you and why the hell are you here?” she demanded. She was surprisingly direct for how tricky and subtle her shields were.

“My name is Charles Xavier and I am setting up a school for mutants. I am looking for appropriate teachers and you would be perfect.”

“Like hell I would.” Charles got the impression that she would prefer to use more foul language, but something was stopping her.

“You are an empath with truly impressive shields. I’d like you to teach my students to do something similar. How did you come up with such a creative solution?”

This impression from Deborah was confusing: sibling love mixed with horror and betrayal. For a moment, Charles feared that she was showing him his emotions of the first time he had learned that Raven had killed for Erik’s cause. But why? Deborah had an adoptive brother. Charles made an educated guess, “Dexter.”

The shield of sea depths shifted but didn’t dissipate. “Your adoptive brother helped you,” Charles surmised.

“You have the same feelings,” Deborah retorted.

“I do,” Charles told her. Obviously, honesty was the best policy here. “Have you paid attention to the Mutant Brotherhood?”

Deborah’s feelings of inadequacy mixed with her surprise and pride of knowing the answer to his question and that Charles might have expected her to say ‘no.’ “’Course,” she bluffed. Charles caught a wisp of a memory of Dexter –always knowing the right thing, Daddy’s favorite one- telling her to keep current on events. And specifically which events to pay attention to. I know you think all the excitement about mutants is as boring as office politics but it concerns you, Deb, so listen up.

“My adoptive sister is Mystique,” Charles confessed.

Oh, he felt her sympathy but no pity. Everyone knew Mystique’s code name. She had murdered an anti-mutant senator on public television. Charles remembered how horrified and betrayed he had felt in that moment. How he couldn’t believe that the little girl that he had defended and protected and sheltered and loved had become a murderer.

Without warning the emotions reflected, no, shifted and he felt the shock of a little girl as the brother who had defended and protected and sheltered was revealed as a murderer and a sociopath. How the bursts of irritation, anger and (much less often) affection for her weren’t the few instances of Dexter’s iron control slipping, but the few emotions that he truly felt. Charles felt how even without a shield of his own, Dexter had worked and worked, changing approaches until Deborah was protected from the feelings of others. Fascinating dedication from a serial killer.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Charles asked.

Deborah looked at his chair. “You’re not my type.”

He smiled. “You are not my type as well, but I still would like to offer you a job.”

“Not interested.” She had worked hard for that shiny, new detective’s badge. She had roots here. She had to protect Dexter as much as she could. She had to draw Dexter away from the natural use of his mutations. Charles knew that she was letting him see how Dexter hid in plain sight, how he could instinctively find serial killers and those same strong instincts led him to the best way to subdue and kill those serial killers. Deborah showed him how Dexter didn’t differentiate between mutant and human. That only matter to Dexter as it impacted the kind and amount of sedative used. Victims were victims, not victims who were mutants and victims who weren’t. Dexter’s only classification system was between family, killers and victims. People that weren’t in any of those three groups didn’t matter. No, not entirely true. Dexter had a certain fondness for children, especially his soon-to-be stepson and daughter, also mutants.

Deborah Morgan was staying in Miami to keep her brother and his family as safe as she could.

“And no more of this Deborah Morgan shit,” she said with an eye roll. “My name is Deb.”

Charles offered her his card. “If you ever change your mind…” he let the thought trail off.

“I won’t.” But she accepted the card anyway. Dexter -the smart one- might find a use for him someday.



( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 16th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)
Ooooooo. Fascinating.
Jun. 17th, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
grin. thx.
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:46 pm (UTC)
heh I love Deb and Dexter though I didnt know she knew baout him...
Jun. 17th, 2011 11:53 pm (UTC)
It's not addressed but she was awake at the end of the first bk when Dexter kills LaGuerta. It seems like she blocked it out.
Jun. 18th, 2011 02:47 am (UTC)
ohh interesting
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