História "I Feel You" a Teen!lockX-Men crossover. - Capítulo 1

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Categorias Sherlock, X-Men
Personagens Dr. Henry "Hank" McCoy (Fera), Dr. John Watson, Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto), James "Logan" Howlett (Wolverine), Ororo Monroe (Tempestade), Professor Charles Xavier, Scott Summers (Ciclope), Sherlock Holmes
Tags Crossover, Johnlock, Sherlock, Teenlock, X-men
Visualizações 128
Palavras 652
Terminada Não
Gêneros: Crossover, Ficção Adolescente, Romance e Novela
Avisos: Homossexualidade, Linguagem Imprópria
Aviso legal
Alguns dos personagens encontrados nesta história e/ou universo não me pertencem, mas são de propriedade intelectual de seus respectivos autores. Os eventuais personagens originais desta história são de minha propriedade intelectual. História sem fins lucrativos criada de fã e para fã sem comprometer a obra original.

Notas do Autor

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Capítulo 1 - CHAPTER ONE

My alarm clock went off when I was definitely not ready to wake up yet. Last night I spent hours awake watching this documentary about the universe; I would have to take a lot of coffee today… Not a problem at all, I’ve always loved coffee and it’s effect on me.

“Mondays will always be Mondays”. That’s what my father used to say and, after he passed away, my mother started to say it. It’s really hard to accept they are gone. I have the best memories from my dad but my mom… she was my heroin, my pressure point, the light of my life and now she’s gone forever. Well, these were my first thoughts every morning. If only people knew that they’d stop calling me a weirdo all the time.

I took a shower, putted on my uniform and went downstairs. Another day at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Who is Xavier? Well, only the most powerful mutant this world has. His mind is so strong he could even read my mind once, for some seconds.

And why the most powerful telepath in the world couldn’t read my mind at all? That’s because I was “blessed” with the power of immunity to other’s people powers. I know, awkward… but actually, I was pretty good at it.

Not only at it, I had another power too. I could take the emotions from people and feel it instead. Here’s an example: when my dad died I was only 6, my mother was so heartbroken she couldn’t leave bed for weeks. One day I was so tired of seeing her that way that I hugged her really tight and wished with all my heart that all that pain stopped. That moment I felt a terrible heartache and started crying like I’ve never cried before, not even the moment when my dad died. She calmed me down and smiled at me for the first time since the occurred. That’s the way I discovered my powers, and they helped my mother so much I can only thank them.

Yeah, my mind is always that noisy. My mouth, in compensation, is always shutted. I completely prefer to talk to myself than to other people. I mean, everything they talk about is bullshit.

I wonder how much bullshit they think about.

Three cups of coffee later I was feeling refreshed, ready for the class. I sited on my desk on the corner, usually isolated from other people, but not today. Right in front of me there was this blonde guy I’ve never seen before. He was wearing a football hat, an athlete jacket, was sitting on the chair like he was at his couch and his headphones were so loud I could recognize Kurt Cobain’s voice.

— Okay class, we have a new student today. Let’s all welcome him! Come here, John. — Professor Xavier came talking. New student, great.

The boy in front of me took off his headphones and stood up beside Charles. He was chewing a gum and making a stupendous irritating noise. I had the feeling this guy would drive me crazy sometime.

— Hey, I’m John Watson and my mother sent me here because no “normal” school wanted me there anymore, so… that’s it.

Everybody started laughing. I couldn’t stand looking at his face. He of one of these ridiculous guys whose only objective in life is never get a girl pregnant. Disgusting.

He barely came back to his desk and some random girl called his name and asked him to sit beside her.

“Thank Goodness” I thought and, just like he heard me, he turned around and looked at me. No way he could read my mind, not even Charles could.

— I’m moving already, dude. Nice “not” to meet you, curly hair! — John said slapping my shoulder and smiling, before going away.

“Man, I really hate him” was the only thing I could think.

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