Exaggeration and Blank Verse
Battlestar Galactica
Horatio Hornblower
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series

"There are infinite possibilities, Scott." Professor Xavier's voice is low and soothing, deliberately so, and in all likelihood he's projecting calmness and serenity toward Scott's mind. If Scott asked, the Professor would admit it- a telepath who didn't believe in honesty was a dangerous creature. But he'll take any peace he can get, right now, even someone else's. He'll gladly take a lie.

"Infinite." He says the word carefully, rolling out the syllables, feeling the Professor's worried eyes on him. He's been giving the old man cause for concern lately, and the kids, too. Can't eat, can't sleep, can't think. In the middle of the night sometimes, when the grief gets too bad, can't even breathe. "What does that mean, anyway- infinite?"

"You're a teacher, Scott," Xavier chides gently, and Scott smiles. It's bitter and painful, but it is a smile.

"Lately I've spent more time as a soldier."

Xavier winces; ah, the truth hurts. "Scot..."

"Oh, all right, it means 'without end.'" That wasn't what the Professor meant, and Scott knows it, and you can't lie to a telepath- but he also knows Xavier well enough to know that he'll be allowed to pretend. "When I was a kid, I thought the hallways in this place were infinite. I thought it had infinite rooms." He shrugs, slumping in his chair, staring out the window at ruby-quartz-tinged images of trees. "Infinite means it goes on forever."

"Scott..." The old man's grieving too. It's easy to forget that, with the serene mask he wears. Easy to forget that he loved her too.

Scott looks at him and shrugs. "There's not chance she survived." It sounds so flat and final, so why does he have to say it a thousand times a day?

The Professor sighs. He's tired, Scott should leave and let him rest. He doesn't move. "All that I know, Scott, is that this world resists any attempt to impose absolutes. There are wonders. There are miracles."

Scott stares down at the floor. He could take off his glasses and the floor would be gone, and he would fall and fall the way he falls every night when he closes his eyes in bed alone. "Infinite possibilities."


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