I Want Beer

[Jason Campbell]

Jason couldn’t believe there was no beer. Alright, it wasn’t all that unbelievable. He drank only on occasion and didn’t realize he finished the pack. He should have, really, since it had been almost all he had for a couple of days. It was his biggest problem. When he was into something, he forgot the rest, even basic needs such as sleep or to ingest any food. He drank beer and worked on his research, and crashed on his bed whenever he was too tired for his eyes to stay open. But he stopped this and was now on his ‘pulling weight’ phase. It basically meant he pushed away his research for a time, started to eat like a normal human being and socialized with people before they thought he was dead. As a doctor, you’d think he had better habits. But no.

It was not like Jason really needed a beer. But it’s always when you think of something to eat and you find out you ran out of it that you suddenly crave for it and don’t want anything else. He was in that situation. He wanted beer. And possibly some food to go with it. And apparently he could not get it here. Well he could, if he would just leave his place and go to the nearest store to buy some. But then he would have to think what to eat and make it and he didn’t want to. There was only one solution then: go to a place where he could have both beer and a meal and not cook it at all. He was not picky on the food, chicken wings or fries and a sandwich was more than enough for him. And he knew of a pub that served just that. It was perfect.

Alright, it was kind of stupid, to leave and go to a pub and pay a beer the price of a pack just because you don’t want to cook. But give the man a break! He worked hard enough to earn the right to be lazy if he felt like it. He drove there. Was it a restaurant that chose to look like those old Irish pubs or just a bar serving food as well? Not like he cared, really. He got himself a table, placed his order and smiled of satisfaction. Food. His body really needed some. And beer, well that was just a nice bonus.

[Guylian Dove]

Guylian had grown steadily more uninterested in the food variety provided at the Academy, finding the choice lacking. It had serviced for the few months he'd been in the establishment's employment, but now found the prospect of spending another lunch dining on some form of pasta, soup or salad completely intolerable. Opting instead for a meal in Kalispell, the teacher had left the school grounds and driven his way down to the local entertainment district, a place bustling with restaurants and clubs. Granted the social environment these places held wasn't his natural element, but with the prospect of the dull tastes awaiting him back at the Academy he was more then happy to brave it and find somewhere more interesting to dine.
He sat alone, on a table near the window of the Irish themed pub, casually looking through a newspaper, his brow furrowed. He hadn't been one to pay much attention to the newspapers, finding them generally a mess of botched reports and rumour, but since the world announcement of his kind's presence he'd found himself paying a little more attention to the press and what exactly was being said. As you would expect, it wasn't good news. Nearly every paper had some potentially panic creating story plastered across it's pages about mutants, a few even using some particularly vile insults in interviews with officials. It was a storm waiting to happen.
The ex cop nodded politely to the server who brought him his meal, a grilled chicken dish with salad and noodles, with flavoured water; he'd begun to cut up the chicken when he caught sight of a newcomer entering the building from the corner of his eye, glancing over towards them. He paused in his task, narrowing his eyes slightly at the man at the bar; he was placing an order... And Guylian was almost certain he recognised him. Did he work at the Academy? ... No. He recognised most of the staff, despite only being there a few months... and this man was not one of them. But he knew him... He raised his brows slightly as the realisation settled upon him; he was a doctor. He'd worked at the local hospital when he'd been in the police force... Jason. Jason Campbell.

[Jason Campbell]

An Irish pub. For a moment, Jason was tempted to ask if they served fish and chips or sandwiches wrapped in newspaper. But he supposed they heard enough of comments like this one before and he wanted his food and drink on his table, not his head. Jason took sight of a newspaper left on the table next to him. He had not read it but he could already guess what made the front page. Ever since some accidents had been identified as attacks from mutants, it was all they had to talk about. Some joked about it, referred to X-Men and the like. Others called out scientists to explain it, specialists who of course could never give a certainty on how this was possible. All however asked people if those mutants should be considered a threat. They became the talk of the world even more than the terrorists after September 2001. That, of course, was not a good thing.

Jason turned his head away. He heard enough of this nonsense. He had to deal with several people with panic attacks at the thought of it at the hospital. It was ridiculous. They admitted living with mutants for over a century and they never tried to conquer the world or anything. Why would they now? With the state of the planet, Jason would be more tempted to find another one to populate only of mutants and let humans rot in here instead. Now, he shouldn’t get cynical.

Turning his head had an advantage. He noticed someone staring at him, at another table. He could be staring in his direction and not at him particularly but Jason felt observed now and couldn’t quite shake the feeling. He had never been really good with faces. The man did seem somewhat familiar but that didn’t mean anything. He could have prescribed him cold medicine last winter or told him which road to take to get to a particular restaurant. No, there had to be more. People like that, unless they did something very unusual, he would not remember at all. So he must have done something. What? Acted foolish in the examining room? No. Some old school mate? No, he doubted that. Jason only arrived a year ago so that would mean, if he was no patient or old mate, that he met him then. It was as he thought that that it struck him. Guylian! He remembered him only because of the name, so unusual.

He nodded in his direction. “What were the odds of meeting us again here?” he asked. By here, he referred to the town, not this pub, as he saw nothing to say about the place. He didn’t join him yet. He didn’t want to disturb him, merely greet an old acquaintance. Wasn’t he a cop? Uh oh. He wasn’t here to arrest someone, was he?

[Guylian Dove]

The man seemed to have taken notice of Guylian's observational gaze, and while he supposed he should have averted it once noticed he selected not to. He'd already seen him, so looking away would have only made it look peculiar. He instead opted to give the man a nod, about to return his gaze to the newspaper when the doctor addressed him.
Guylian hadn't expected to be remembered, and the choice of words Jason used implied he did recall him despite their brief meetings; he had been a doctor at the hospital local to his police branch, and Guylian would offen cast him a poliate nod or pleasantry as he went about interviewing a victim. He'd always seemed a decent enough sort. "Very few and far between," The ex cop responded with a small smile. "You're certainly far from where you used to recide. Any particular reason why you're in Kalispell?" Normally Guylian wasn't one for small talk, but manners commanded him to at least give the man a polite conversation, and he was least seemed to be more on his level then most he met here. As he paid the man for attention however, the ex cop furrowed his brow slightly; yes, he remembered him from the hospital... But there was surely something more. A blurred image of the man, half forgotten in a flurry of remembered pain and dancing between conscious and unconscious thought; ah. He was one of the medical team that had worked on him after... And at that point Guylian's thought process trailed off. He didn't particularly want to focus on that... Certainly not right now. How odd that the doctor would be here; a case of pure coincidence, no doubt. Should he offer for the man to join him? That of course came with the connotation that he would have to engage in a far lengthier conversation then simple pleasantries, but for once that actually seemed to be favourable, at least for a short while. A nice, pleasant conversation with someone who wasn't Academy staff or a student would provide at least a minor distraction from the talk of SPECTRE and general panic over the recent mutent attacks. "...Care to join me? Unless you're meeting someone, of course," He offered.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason never thought the cop was a mutant. And even now, he had several reasons for him to be here and not be a gifted person all in all. He might know someone who was, he might be here on duty, hell he might even have joined that stupid military group, SPECTRE. If they had not created other groups. Surely the ‘normal’ people decided to team up to purge their communities of those monsters that were the mutants. If only they knew! The charming postman they liked to talk to and found so nice could be a mutant. He would never hurt a fly. But because some extremists on their side did stupid things, they all had the finger of blame pointed at them. Why people couldn’t understand that a few individuals did not make up for the entire community?

He did recall Guylian, vaguely. It was mostly the name that helped his memory. He could not recognize a Lady Gaga song but show him a picture of her and he’d tell you who she was. Well, unless she didn’t have her crazy makeup and outfit on. He knew Guylian because he never seemed to push people too far, to Jason’s opinion. And he also remembered now that he had been at the hospital himself. Jason had been tempted to heal him with his power and did it a little but he acted quickly and not entirely, afraid someone would notice him. A cop, injured under the circumstances he had been injured, it attracted a lot of attention.

Yes, the odds of meeting again here were quite slim. And it made Jason wonder what he was doing here. Guylian beat him on that and asked first however. “I came here for my father’s funerals. I simply decided to stay afterwards,” he explained. He wasn’t sure how much he should tell. They were acquaintances but had never been great friends. They talked only about patients, or mostly of that. Mentioning his brother and the responsibility he felt towards him seemed far too personal right now.

Guylian invited him to his table and Jason did think it was perhaps more appropriate. Sure their tables were close enough for them to talk without disturbing the other customers but if they were to talk more, it would be best. And since he invited him... Jason stood up and joined Guylian at his table. Anyway, he didn’t have his food yet and he doubted he would confuse the waitress too much with that little change of seat. “And what brought you here? Not a case I hope?” he asked. He sure wished it was not a case. Unless he was after some crazy man on a mutant killing spree. Then he could go and hunt him down and even kill him if he wanted, Jason wouldn’t mind at all.

[Guylian Dove]

Guylian had no reason to question if the doctor was a mutent or not. He remembered him in glimmers of broken memory, from his time in hospital, remembered speaking with him on a few occasions in regards to his enquiries... But nothing more. While he suspected the man of being one of the doctors that had aided him when he... Well, when he had been hurt in that incident... He did not suspect him of being a being of a similar breed to himself. Of course this unknown fact brought a train of thought to the ex cop's mind, of the doctor's stance on mutants and mutent politics. Did he look down upon the evolved? All of this made social interactions beyond those at the Academy all the more complicated, since this factor had to be taken into consideration; Guylian didn't exactly want to be hounded out of the pub simply for working at Bellefonte... Although the school didn't seem to be officially listed as being a hub for mutants, it had been mentioned enough in newspapers and online as a speculated place for them that it was fairly obvious that the doctor would know about it.
He raised his brows slightly at the man's mention of his Father's funeral, before his expression softened. "I'm sorry to hear that," He spoke, the condolence evident in his voice. It wasn't the nicest reason to be brought back to a place. He nodded slightly as the man took a seat at his table, a little surprised at his own slight eagerness to have a conversation with someone not from the Academy. He shook his head a little at the doctor's question. "No... I'm no longer in the force officially." This fact saddened the ex cop; he'd adored his work in the force, but at the time couldn't risk the implications of others finding out about his ability... and calling his interrogation techniques into question. Should he mention where he actually worked now? He doubted from his deductions about the man's nature that he would actually call him out publicly on his mutent nature if the doctor was against it. "... I actually work at Bellefonte. I'm a teacher there." He now watched the man's reaction with extreme detail, since it would deduct if he should leave the conversation there if he showed any disapproval to his work placement.

[Jason Campbell]

Just like Guylian had no reason to consider Jason to be a mutant, Jason had none to suspect the man to be one as well. He never thought he used a power to force people to talk. He believed the man was good at putting people at ease and did his job, end of the story. Just in case, Jason decided to be careful around the man. There were some things he could tell him of course, like the death of his father. He was confident he would be able to hide this part of himself well enough from the man. He was no kid that could easily be scared. And he did nothing that could explain why a cop might get an interest in him.

The waitress arrived with his order, placed it in front of him. Ah, the longed-after beer. He took a sip of the beverage. Perfect, exactly what he wanted. Jason did give the man a small smile and a nod as he gave him his condolences. “He was ill, it was to be expected,” he said. His tone was serious as this was a serious matter but clearly he had no intention on talking any longer about this. His father chose his fate. And he considered it quite sensible out of Guylian not to ask him what unfinished business caused Jason to stay here. Let’s, face it, unless you messed up big time, you don’t leave an important hospital of New York, where you could make a name of yourself, for Montana.

He was surprised to hear Guylian was not in the force. Well, at the same time, he knew there were some questionings about what happened that day, when he got injured pretty badly. But Jason figured the cop would have been reprimanded, demoted, moved to another state even. Not quit. “Because of what happened?” he asked. Jason didn’t know how cops dealt with that sort of things after all, so many he was fired after this, or he was wounded too severely to still be in the force. He wondered for a second if Guylian was not part of the Kalispell police force, or some private or security member. He wouldn’t have been surprised JJ not mentioning the man, as the cop had no reason to suspect Jason might know him. But no, Guylian really was no cop, or private or security guy. He was a teacher. At Bellefonte.

Suddenly, his apprehension on what he could or could not tell Guylian vanished as he let a quiet oh escape his lips. “You attended the place before? As a student, I mean. I don’t recall seeing you there,” he commented. If he was a teacher there, then obviously... Jason didn’t feel any reason why he should hide his nature then. He had never known the man’s age but always assumed it to be close of his. Maybe he was a bit younger, or older, come to think of it. It would explain why he did not recall him.

[Guylian Dove]

Guylian took great care in analysing the expression of the man, any shift in his body language once the ex cop had revealed his current place of work. He furrowed his brows slightly at the doctor's questioning of his reasons for leaving the force, not particularly wanting to revisit the incident; he'd answer his question as barely as he could once he knew how much he could tell the man... After all, it would not be best to go on about mutants or mutent affairs, or how his own powers basically caused him to come to the choice to leave the force, if the doctor didn't think too kindly on the breed.
instead of making some interested comment or questioning his own biological state, Jason simply asked to know if Guylian had attended the Academy before. The teacher raised a brow, a small smile crossing over his lips. It was quite easy to deduce that he was testing the waters, questioning if he had attended the Academy himself was basically the same as asking if he was a mutent or not; But it always showed that the doctor knew the workings of the school. By choosing to ask that particular question, it implied he knew that those that actually attended the Academy as students were all mutants, as opposed to the staff, which held both mutants and humans in it's ranks... And if he knew that, then it was likely Jason had attended the Academy himself.
Although this assumption was easy to make, Guylian didn't want to let his guard down too readily; he allowed himself to relax a little more, nodding politely as he took his cutlery in hand, trying to retain a casual conversational atmosphere between them.
"I did attend," He replied, beginning to cut up his chicken into smaller pieces. "I was there from 15, until I was 18." He then glanced at the man, picking up a piece of his delicately cut up chicken on a fork. "What about yourself? ... You do seem to know a little of the Academy's residential structure. Have you been a student there?"

[Jason Campbell]

There were rumours about Bellefonte hosting mutant students, Jason knew of it. He wished the kids would have been spared but apparently this wish was not to be granted. He assumed working there would mean you also attended the school, or one similar. He’d feel terribly sorry for whatever ‘unpowered’ person trying to teach them, especially if people were to find out. Not to add that with SPECTRE casting their scary shadow on them all, such an individual would be carefully watched.

Jason gave out that he attended that school. If Guylian taught there, he knew the kind of people who was there. And Jason decided to give him a chance and assume he was a mutant as well. Just like Guylian before, they were talking, questioning, implying things without really saying it out loud. Just in case. Not everyone was anti-mutant but you never know. The things Jason heard sometimes. He knew of a woman who often came to the clinic because of panic attacks. She wanted to move out of Kalispell but she had no idea where she could get a mutant-free town. Mutant-free! As if this was the plague or something.

They also had to make sure no one would hear their conversation. Speaking of schooldays was not forbidden between two men who looked more or less of the same age. But saying the name of the school too much, in the current context, might not be a good idea. “You learned quickly,” he said as Guylian said he had been there about three years. He knew some learned faster than others. Jason controlled his power in one or two years. The other two, he used them to enhance his skills with his father. He nodded when he was asked if he had been a student. “From 15 to 19 myself. That’s why I was surprised. I suppose there’s a greater age difference between us than I thought. Or we weren’t in the same circles,” he answered. He was still careful. Now that he thought of it, infiltrating the school might be a good idea. And even if they both admitted being mutant, that didn’t make them friends or anything. Jason still better watch out.

[Guylian Dove]

The reveal of the doctor's schooling was a welcome relief, as it basically confirmed Guylian's assumptions that the man was indeed of the same breed as him. It was however a slightly unfamiliar notion, since in previous years the ex cop had found himself avoiding others of a similar genetic persuasion as himself, generally to avoid any potential detection, and issues generated from said detection. His attitude and however shifted since leaving the force, since he was practically now surrounded my mutants in his day to day life, and with the recent violence and chaos from their kind's reveal to the world, he knew it made sense to keep himself close to his own kind.
Guylian averted his gaze slightly, his expression softening at the man's comment implying that he didn't recognise him from the Academy despite apparently sharing a similar time frame there. "... I wasn't exactly the most social student," He admitted, seeing no reason now to avoid sharing at least a little more information. As long as the doctor didn't ask him to recall the event which brought him back to the school, the ex cop was quite content with discussing himself. "Something... To be honest that I regret now. I didn't take to being pulled away from my home too well, and took to spending a lot of time by myself." He still did of course, but for the sake of his emotional wellbeing and with the world becoming gradually more unpredictable towards their kind, it was becoming obvious that he needed to make more connections with people. He shifted his gaze back to the doctor, and cast him a small smile. "I only learned quickly because..." His smile faded a little as he considered exactly how to word his next sentence; Despite the man he sat with being a mutent, there was no guarantee that all in the establishment they sat in were accepting of their kind. Best avoid using words which implied to anyone who might catch their conversation that they were mutants. "Let's just say my talents weren't too overly difficult to manage. Mine is quite inoffensive."

[Jason Campbell]

There was something quite strange in the idea of Guylian being of his own. To think he left Kalispell, that in all of New York, in all of the policemen there, he ended up knowing the one that was mutant. He even checked on him when he was at the hospital. And never suspected a thing. Then again, if there was one thing people like them learned when leaving the Academy, it was to keep a low profile. You don’t want people poking around your life, finding errors, inconsistencies or anything strange happened. Still, the strange thing happening right now was that the two of them were mutants and ended up both back here. That was some twist of fate, right?

“Neither do I,” he admitted although something told him it might also be a question of age. But it was also possible they simply had not been in the same social circles then. Jason had spent his time mostly with the big heads of the school being quite studious himself. He didn’t picture Guylian as a sportsman or one that might have been quite popular or something, but it was not that crazy to think they had seen each other without talking, or if they did, it was not to say anything important enough for any of them to remember it.

He did find it odd for the man to come back here. He seemed to have a good career, despite how it ended. And Kalispell... well, that didn’t seem like the kind of place you’d go on your own. Without being a dump of anything, it was not New York, or L.A. or any other big town like this one you could choose to live in. But Guylian didn’t seem inclined to talk about this and if they knew each other, they certainly didn’t enough for Jason to insist.

He nodded as he explained why he had been more of a loner at school. “I didn't have that problem. Was born here. I’m even following my father’s footsteps and is doing his job now,” he said with a shrug. Jason never felt this feeling so many had. He never missed home, or his family. They lived here. Had Jason ever wanted to see them back then, all he had to do was walk in town and go home. But he knew some took leaving everything behind pretty badly. “Where were you from before?” he asked, although he was not necessarily waiting for an answer. Guylian could tell him to back off any time. He was mildly curious but not to the point of prying in the man’s private life without him wanting to.

He looked around as Guylian was looking for the right words to say. There was no one at earshot but you just never know when someone might eavesdrop or anything. Just because he had a mutant in front of himself didn’t mean everyone in this pub was, or was pro-mutant. He nodded to show the man he understood what he meant as he found the right word. “Mine was not very demanding either. I had my father to help me with it. Practiced more with him than I did at school,” he admitted. He knew if Guylian was a good detective he might guess what his power was. A doctor, like his father, it was a logical guess to say healing abilities. But it could also be anything else. And Jason was not really inclined on detailing more. He had enough people expecting him to just lay his hands on them, as if it didn’t take its toll.

[Guylian Dove]

Guylian knew it eventually was going to come to the envitable point where he was going to have to inform at least one person of his background, to unhand at least a few more details about his reason for returning to Kalispell... In the current world climate, he couldn't expect others to so readily accept him and treat him as a friend if he wasn't willing to allow them beyond this wall he'd built up for himself. It didn't only make sense for self preservation, it would be emotionally beneficial. His reclusive nature wasn't natural human behavior, he knew, and although this fact generally didn't bother him, recently he'd sensed it becoming an issue in the future. He'd thought on speaking to perhaps Natalie, the Acadamy's councillor... But he'd found himself forming a rather negative thought of that idea. It wasn't that he felt he couldn't delve into his own issues, as uncomfortable as that may be, but more he actually cared what she thought of him... A rather unfamiler concept to the ex cop.
He did find himself noticing the odd circumstance they'd both found themselves in; Two mutents who attended Bellefonte, left to excell in their careers... Only to both find themselves drawn back to the town for various reasons. Their lives in some aspects were stangely similar... An interesting arguement perhaps for the concept of "fate", that they were to meet here now, however casually they would know each other from now on. Guylain nodded as the man explained how he'd grown up here, so didn't find socialising here difficult, and that he was following in his Father's footsteps. Guylian respected that. He however remained silent for a moment as the man questioned him on his own family home; Guylian had no reason not to tell him, and was steadily beginning to find the man gradually more comfortable to talk to.

"I lived just outside New York," He replied with a small smile. "That's where my family home is. Parents still live there with my two little sisters."
The teacher fell quiet again as Jason spoke, catching what the man was indicting quite quickly; A Father in the medical field, a man following in the same footsteps... Using his ability comfortably in the presence of his parent... Likely a power his Father could somehow relate to, something to do with their work. Guylian was curious to the man's exact ability, but thought it best not to press him given their current surroundings. You never knew if some someone unfavourable was listening.
After being revealed this piece of information, the ex cop frowned slightly, although more to himself then to his companion.
He'd not spoken like this with someone for some time, in relation to personal backgrounds... And feeling unable to discuss such matters with Natalie, the only other person so far he found to his liking, perhaps it was time he did so. He placed his cutlery down, settling back in his chair and folding one leg over the other, interlocking his fingers across his lap before speaking.

"... It was actually my... Well, my own talent that brought me back here," He spoke, taking care to keep his voice low. "My ability is in the act of persuasion, and... Well, there was a risk my interrogation techniques were going to be called into question. It was after-" He gestured a little towards his chest with one hand, "That particular incident." That was one event the teacher didn't want to delve into, so he selected to keep the mention of that brief. "I was worried if any issue was brought up regarding my interview techniques it would result in the convictions I've gotten to be overruled." He sighed a little, furrowing his brow as he ran a hand through his curls; He wasn't used to discussing this sort of thing. "I decided to quit and come here, so the heat would die down and hopefully any odd observations of my interrogation techniques would be forgotten."

[Jason Campbell]

Jason never believed much in fate, destiny or whatever else you want to call it. Despite what some people liked to think, coincidences did happen. Perhaps there were a lot surrounding them when you thought about it but it there was logic for each of those coincidences, a real one that did not imply fate or some supernatural force. Jason chose New York because... well because he applied to different hospitals and preferred the offer he got from one there. And there was nothing strange while working at the ER to meet up with cops from time to time. Even have to call them on occasions. Guylian was obviously not the only cop who was also a mutant. There were no “mutant-only” jobs. Guylian had been injured and chose to step out, again, nothing weird. And Jason heard for his father and chose to stay here for personal reasons. And now, they were seeing each other and finding out they had more in common than they first thought. Not like they would’ve mentioned it before. So see, no creepy hand of destiny playing the puppet master with them. It was all very logical.

And just to further prove his point, Guylian admitted being from New York, or at least not far from the big city. Another point for reason. “Are they...?” he asked, not finishing his question as he supposed it was obvious. Were they mutants, like them? Jason came from a family on mutants but not everyone did. Still, that must be quite a blow to find out you were the only strange one in the family. Did the father wonder if maybe he was not the father thanks to that? He’d rather not think about it.

Jason didn’t mind not speaking in particular details of their powers. Not everyone was comfortable speaking of that, not even in their community. Plus this may not be the best of place to talk about it. You never know whose ears were listening. It might sound a bit paranoid but with SPECTRE, Jason would rather not take any chances. Not that he feared them trying to kill him. At most, he suspected they would kidnap him to force him into using his power to their benefit. You could always use a healer.

Guylian however chose to talk of his and Jason stopped eating and sat up straight to listen to the man. Even had the matter not been that serious, his tone was enough for Jason to focus on their conversation rather than on his food and drink. Jason knew a bit of what happened to Guylian. It had been on the news and he saw the man in his hospital bed. He remained silent as he shared that his power had to do with persuasion. A strong power indeed. And he could see why some, should it ever be known would question his interrogation techniques. Without saying that Guylian sued his power, you could see just how tempting it could be. He nodded as he talked of the accident. Yes, he knew about it and didn’t need more details if the man didn’t want to five any. “I see...” he let out as he processed all the man had just told him.

With the man sharing so much, Jason thought he could share a bit as well. Again, he saw no reason as to why anyone would consider him a threat. The worst that might in his opinion would be to Guylian to try and force the doctor to heal him. And as a teacher, he doubted he needed much healing in the first place. “I saw you, when you were at the hospital. I tried to help but someone came in and I didn’t want to get any questions raised,” he began to say. He doubted Guylian noticed, with all the painkillers they were giving him back then. “Let’s just say my healing techniques can be a little... unconventional. That’s one reason why I stick around. I can help heal wounds that would do better if they were not mentioned in any file,” he added. He knew it could sound like he was the doctor for the mob or something but Guylian would get his point. Since he was just like him.

[Guylian Dove]

It wasn't that Guylian believed in or accepted the idea of fate, of that theory that your were bonded to certain people and throughout your life you would be drawn to them, regardless of what capacity that was in. It was a concept beloved by his parents, who had spent most of their early lives as a couple indulging in a bohemian lifestyle; Something that Guylian had never been overly fond of... Mostly since it had resulted in their unusual choice of name for him. When it came to the idea of "fate" the ex cop believed more in curious circumstance then some unforeseen bond to another person, but sometimes you came across situations which certainly could provide an argument for it. It was an interesting concept, but not one that concerned Guylian nor was it one he cared about.

The teacher furrowed his brow slightly, before giving a slight nod of his head at the man's obvious query on the potential other mutants in his direct family. The ex cop wasn't the only one... Ammy, his younger sister, was could phase through solid objects, although their parents held no mutant abilities. Guylian wouldn't be surprised that any day now he'd receive some frantic call from his parents after his youngest sister, Gemma, showcased some mutant ability. So far the teenager hadn't, but Guyian suspected it might only be a matter of time. It didn't take much to assume the doctor's own family likely held other mutants in it's ranks, specially since he'd worked closely with his Father in terms of his ability. They likely held the same power.
As the teacher spoke of the ordeal which brought him to Kalispell, he found it strangely far easier then he thought he would; He suspected it was due to Jason's calm, almost understanding demeanor. It must come from being a doctor. However calm he did made the ex cop however, Guylian had no intention of discussing the exact details of the event which left him physically scarred; He feared venturing into those memories would trigger some sort of panic attack, which was very much something the man would like to avoid... It certainly wouldn't be the best impression to leave on the doctor.

The next few sentences Jason spoke however struck the ex cop in a manner which he tried to avoid... Emotional. His expression softened as he took in the man's words, the few inhibitions he'd felt at revealing the details about the incident melting away. This man had essentially aided in saving his life, Guylian's assumptions proving correct as the doctor confirmed in using his ability on him. Despite his usual judgement to spend time monitoring people and their motives over a period of time before letting himself be in any way emotionally connected to them, the teacher couldn't help but feel an instant level of respect and care for the man. How could he not, when the man had aided in saving his life?
"... I thought it had been you," Guylian spoke with a small, warm smile, before averting his gaze down towards his food, the smile still playing on his lips. "Not that I could tell for certain with the amount of painkillers I was given... It's a bit of a blur." Although Guylian might have survived without the doctor's help, he couldn't help but think the reason Jason may have used his ability to heal him even slightly might have been because his injuries were so severe he wouldn't have lived unless he had; He'd taken a risk, using his ability when he could easily have been caught. It felt almost ridiculous to say this now when it had been some time since the incident, but if anyone deserved these words from Guylian it was this man. "... Thank you. For what you did... Let's just say I owe you one."

[Jason Campbell]

To Jason, it seemed natural to think Guylian’s siblings would be powered too. It had to do with the fact he came from a family of mutants of course but he also noticed how it often happened, when one child had powers that the others would too. Not all the time but often. He mimicked Guylian’s nod. Just as he thought. Were they here, in Kalispell? Jason assumed they must be old enough to be out in the world but who knows. Lately, it felt safer being here than all alone out there. It was not why Jason chose to stay but he would understand why some would decide so.

Jason tried not to judge Guylian. He basically told him he might have used his power to get confessions out of people. What if they said something he didn’t like and made them say otherwise? He supposed it was possible. And even if he did not do such a thing, ever, questioning one of his interviews with a suspect or a witness would mean questioning them all. He could understand why he chose to keep a low profile while the whole story died. Jason wanted people to see him as a doctor before a mutant with healing abilities. He could argue he was selecting those he healed because it was draining his energy, he wouldn’t mind really healing every scratched knee and running nose. But he wanted to prove he could heal people without that too. His power was only for emergencies.

Anyway, Jason wouldn’t ask too much for details. It had been in the papers and on television when it happened. He saw the man on his hospital bed after the events. He knew fairly well what happened. And he tried to help. He didn’t do much as he could keep his hand on Guylian only for a short period of time but the medical staff did say his state was stable and going for the better afterwards. He liked to think he was partly responsible in this. He was surprised Guylian actually noticed him in the room. He was certain the man was asleep when he came in. He wouldn’t have done so otherwise, since he had no idea Guylian would know and not care what he was. “I was not aware you saw me. I guess it doesn’t really matter now though,” he said. Since they were both mutants, he felt it was not that much of a problem after all. Guylian wouldn’t come chasing him down to know what happened. And he was a teacher now, so something told him he would not ask for him to repeat what he did.

He smiled to the ex-cop as he thanked him. “I did what I had to do. You might have survived without me, but I chose not to take a chance,” he replied. Somewhere in the back of his head he could hear a voice calling him hypocrite. Was it Raphael? Probably. But Jason thought the circumstances were very different and could not be compared. Still, to make sure he would not torment himself on how his brother would react if he ever learned what he did to several people around town, he sighed and chose to change the subject. “Tell me, how is it to teach? It’s a challenge quite different from being a cop. The students are not making your life too hard?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice about his last question. The man might not realize it was almost a joke since Jason was not very good at joking.