「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(294) The Enemy

Lynn's POV

"And with another shit load of hot chicks, he let me off!" Raven recounted exuberantly.

"Ten Russian girls got you off the hook?!" I interpreted, widening my eyes at her in outright amazement.

"So worth it," Raven replied with an exaggerated expression of happiness.

"Totally," I echoed, laughing practically incessantly like I had throughout her entirely ridiculous narration.

"I can't imagine what will happen if the press finds out about this," I remarked, still smiling like a silly person at the outrageous and amusing facts.

"It's classified, Lynn. Pretend I didn't tell you anything," Raven appealed in a serious tone.

"Pretend that you didn't tell me how you got Hank promoted to Secretary of Mutant Affairs and yourself off the death penalty after committing high treason when you impersonated Senator Kelly by offering the President voluptuous prostitutes? Got it!" I taunted cheekily but regretted the playful choice almost immediately.

Raven glared at me, menace wildly firing up in her eyes, and I frantically scooted myself across the parquet, scrambling to avoid her intimidating fingers viciously aiming for my sides. Clearly, her superior agility granted her the upper hand in our little duel and she quickly ambushed me with a series of tickle attacks.

Laughing madly, I involuntarily buckled towards the ground and accidentally grazed my head against the corner of my armchair. Upon impact to the back of my skull, my vision instantaneously spiraled into that terrifying blackness again and I hurriedly stretched out my arm to the last position I remembered seeing Raven, thankfully managing to grab onto her.

"Raven..." I murmured shakily.

"What's wrong, Lynn?" Raven sputtered, her voice mildly quivering, as I repeated the process of squeezing my eyes tight several times before they could be struck by light.

"I just lost my sight for a while again," I admitted in a timid tone.

"Again?!" Raven gasped loudly.

"I thought it was just once after Rachel... I..." I stammered, randomly combing my fingers through my hair.

"I'm telling Charles," Raven insisted with a strict gaze.

"No!" I screamed, essentially on reflex, when our heated squabble was abruptly disturbed by two distinct knocks.

"Love, you in there?" Charles probed in his classically sweet accent.

"I promise, I will tell him if it gets worse. But for now, can you help me keep this secret?" I pleaded quietly but she seemed anything but wavering.

"Please," I whispered, almost tearing up as I stared at her sincerely.

"Fine," Raven finally conceded, albeit unwillingly, and I hastily dried my eyes.

"C'mon in, Charles," I beckoned politely, swinging the doors open for him.

"You seem in pain so I thought I'd come and see if-" Charles explained, swiftly wheeling in, but his speech and motion synchronously paused as he noticed us seated on the floor.

"What the hell are you girls doing down there?!" Charles hollered, sporting a horribly appalled expression.

"Relax, Charles. We were just playing with your granddaughter," Raven answered coolly and Charles soon smiled, apparently convinced, as he carefully propelled himself towards me.

"I know you dote on her, but this is really bad for you, love. Back to your chair, please," Charles requested with a worried frown, cautiously bending down as he planted a delicate kiss to my forehead, and I unhesitatingly reciprocated a willing nod.