Searching
Fandom: X-Men movie verse
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Rating: PG
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Series/Sequel: Part 2 of untitled series. Follows Past Meetings.
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Summary:A man searches for a little something he lost.
Warnings:None.
He pulled to a stop and looked around. He felt stupid doing this, but, for some unknown reason, he felt compelled to continue his search.
The crumbling stone building was eerie, silent. A lone child was walking across the courtyard, feet scuffing through the snow.
He opened the gate and walked in. The child gazed up at him through a dark red fringe. "Whacha want?"
"Ya got an office?" He called over.
The kid pointed to the front door, painted green. "Knock, someone'll come and take ya through."
He nodded his thanks and continued across the snow covered yard. He thumped on the door, waiting, until he heard footsteps hurrying towards it.
A small nun peered out, a smile touching her face. "Can I help you?"
He felt amazingly young at the moment. "I'm lookin' fer someone, boy, 'bout, oh, ten."
"To adopt?"
"Uh, it's a long story. I kinda know him."
She nodded. "I see. Well, please wait here a minute."
The door shut and he rocked on his heels for a moment. It opened again, to show an elderly priest. "Yes? Sister says you were inquiring about a boy?"
He nodded. "I met him 'bout five years ago. Been lookin' for him."
"Right. Please, come through to my office."
He followed the priest down the narrow halls, and into a stark office. He sat down in the chair he was offered. The father sat down opposite him. "My name is Father Jones. You are?"
He tried to remember the name he had given the police, so long ago. "Kane Walker."
They shook hands briefly. Father Jones leant back in his chair. "Well, Kane, you were asking about a boy you knew?"
"Yeah. Okay, I met this boy when I saved him, his plane crashed, and I dragged him outta the water. He was five at the time. That was five years ago. I, I need to know what happened to him. I heard that his parents were killed, but no one has told me anything else. I just wanna know that he's okay."
Father Jones smiled. "A very admirable search. I might be able to help. You appreciate that I cannot tell you anything about him, such as names or adoption details if he has been adopted."
He nodded.
"Well, could you give me a description?"
He closed his eyes, trying to see the blood splattered face. "He was five, thick brown hair, the bluest eyes you'd ever see. Rounded face, but angular fer a kid. He had a badly injured leg and kinda heavy head wounds. I gave him me jacket, he mighta held on to that. It was brown leather."
Father Jones nodded. "Strangely, I believe I know who you are talking about. The young boy, we'll call him Simon, was brought here about five years ago. He had suffered slight brain damage, and a mildly damaged leg. Amazingly blue eyes, but," he paused and swallowed, "he went blind shortly after he arrived. He always wore this ratty jacket, said it was his good luck charm."
He smiled. "Sounds like him. He still here?"
Father Jones shook his head. "He was adopted about a week ago by a distinguished gentleman in a wheelchair. Came right in and asked for this boy in particular."
He felt something sink. He had so badly wanted to see the boy again, he didn't know why, he just felt like he had to. "But, he was okay?"
"Oh yes. Very healthy boy."
He nodded. It was enough to know. "Thanks fer the time."
Father Jones walked him out to the yard, said good bye and walked back in. He gazed around and caught the eye of the boy who had been out there before. He flipped his red hair out of his face. "Find what ya wanted?"
"Kinda."
The boy walked off inside. "Someone's a lucky kid, to have ya look so hard for him."
He smiled ruefully and walked out the gates.
The End