Xaviers!

Haley's phone was a small, compact, smoldering cube somewhere on the grounds where she'd seen her last email. Tears stained her face, red with anger as she stormed through the dorms and toward her ex-boyfriend's room, pictures shaking on the walls as her emotions fueled a concerning possible outburst of telekinetic energy. She slammed the heel of her fist into the door repeatedly, the final blow cracking the door.

"Toshiro! YOU OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"

Minus the blood-soaked prom dress, she looked like she was about to pull a Carrie .

Tosh nervously cracked open his door and somehow managed to look thoroughly confused in addition to the fear for his safety her expression demanded. Was he so out of touch with social etiquette that he didn't even realize that email was extremely insensitive?

"Haley w~what... w~why... I..." he stammered, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“You think you can just send me a fucking email like that and then play fucking dumb about it!? Are you a fucking moron?” she shrieked, red-faced, trying to shove her way into the room.

“Open the door you fucking pussy! I want you to say it to my face with nothing to fucking hide behind! I want you to tell me that all we did meant fucking so little to you that you tell me with some fucking bullshit hacker crap!”

Haley, without telepathy running unchecked, probably would be intimidating at the moment. She straight up looked terrifying, her hair swirling in a slight breeze, the very lights around her seeming to dim, and dramatic lighting casting parts of her face into shadow.

A cautious Basil popped open the door to his room quietly to find out what the ruckus was about. He'd been caught unawares too many times now, and even full of pain medication he was on edge over it. He stood silently as he tried to determine what was going on, his invisible eye being the only thing that was exposed, the rest of his body hidden behind the door.

Tosh opened the door but retreated into the room. He held out his arms in a "hold on and please don't murder me yet" gesture. "I'm not playing dumb! I really don't kn..." he pleaded before confused realization dawned on him, "Wa-wait! That's not what that was! I didn't think it sent and it wasn't even for you!"

“What?!” she shrieked, stomping into his room, oblivious to the invisible witness in the hallway. “What the fuck do you mean that wasn’t for me?! Are you fucking cheating on me?! Was that your letter to some other bitch?! Who!? Who the fuck was it?! Am I not enough for you?!”

He seemed to shrink in on himself. "What! N-no! ... To the second question! She just had a crush on me and I didn't know and I made her cry!"

Haley reached out to slap Tosh across the face, thankfully with only the strength in her arms. “Who the fuck are you cheating on me with?!”

"I'm not!" he insisted, "Steph thought I was available, I told her I wasn't, she ran off!"

Since she was clearly not paying attention, Basil slipped out the door and into the hallway proper. Clothes visible, he stood quite still to listen.

You're becoming what you swore you wouldn't.

He reminded himself.

“Oh, the wolfgirl you keep going to the Danger Room with? Is it because I’m not a shifter? You think I don’t get you? So what, you invite her over to your room just to tell her you aren’t interested? Bullshit.”

Listening was not her forte when angry, apparently.

"You're not listening to me. Did I handle things badly? Yes. Am I cheating on you? No. This is a huge misunderstanding. Read me and you'll see I'm not lying."

Haley's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to him, her voice low and menacing. "Are you sure you want that, Toshiro? Want me inside your mind? Where I can see everything."

"If it's the only way you'll actually believe me, then yes."

"Fine," she replied icily, taking another step closer and right into Tosh's personal space. It would have been intimate if she wasn't so terrifying at the moment. She brought her hands up and placed one on either side of his head.

"Last chance to back out."

He did nothing to resist and into his brainmeats she went. When the mental landscape stopped shaking from angry Haley's harsh vibes, it simply became his room. Though his surfer poster featured Bruce and there were the distinct sounds of urban traffic beyond the windows.

Beside her, Tosh said "Wait, my mental dorm is in my apartment? Weird."

Haley's avatar blinked her eyes open and looked around the room. She wasn't especially sure what she needed to be looking for in here if she was being honest with herself, but she was really too pissed off and stubborn to admit that. So instead she just started rummaging around the room, looking under the bed, in his desk drawers, seeing if she could find some evidence of that flea-bitten bitch who was trying to steal her man.

"Wouldn't it," he began nervously, "be better to just access the memory in question?"

"Which one of us is the fucking telepath, Tosh?!" Haley spat defensively.

Truth be told she had no idea what she was doing, but she wasn't about to admit that. She ripped open the window and looked outside trying to figure out which way the memories of him totally screwing that pooch.

"Try rewinding the desk clock Hales," the poster said dude-ishly.

Haley glanced up at the poster warily, but nodded in agreement and focused on the arms of the clock, moving them slowly backwards in time with her mind, occasionally glancing up at her surroundings to see what she could find.

Translucent holograms of her and Tosh soon appeared, silently reenacting the confrontation in accelerated reverse until he was alone. The process continued into the previous day until the room was empty, as they were in Hollydale then. It practically skipped to him unpacking and then straight to him leaving for the airport before Christmas. Two uneventful days earlier it zipped past something and time began moving forward normally.

There was a knock at the door, beginning the show that would determine Tosh's fate.

Haley watched the scene unfold quietly, her eyes widening a bit as she saw just how painful the shift looked, but they quickly narrowed as there was suddenly a very much mostly naked girl sprawled before her boyfriend. Oh, he didn’t start this but he didn’t look away nearly fast enough for her liking.

She set the clock down wordlessly, her gaze shifting back to the spot Tosh stood, and time fast-forwarded back to present around her avatar.

“That looked like it was before the holiday break. When were you going to tell me you had a naked girl in your room, Tosh?” she asked, her voice icy, as she took some slow steps toward him.

Haley looked downright frightening in the real world. Here in Tosh’s head she was starting to look like something out of a nightmare, tendrils of purplish psychic flame burning around her, and embers drifting down to the floor, singing the carpet, her eyes glowing with energy.

He literally shrank before her. "I... but... that's not... she..." he stammered, "I was embarrassed and worried you'd get the wrong idea and I didn't know how to fix it and everything was so busy and I..."

"...forgot to?" he squeaked, looking ready to get clobbered. Poster Bruce surfed away in a hurry.

“You forgot?” she asked, her voice low, looming over him.

“You FORGOT?! Is there anything else you’re fucking forgetting to tell me?!” she roared.

"No..." he answered, clearly feeling bad now that he actually had something to feel guilty about. Then the bed began to burn. Someone was going to have trouble sleeping tonight.

“How do you forget a fucking werewolf shredding your shirt! A fucking gorgeous naked woman in you room!” she shrieked, the flames around her intensifying and the bed and other items in the room starting to smolder.

“We are fucking DONE!”

Haley took notice of the growing mental fire once the bed really started to burn, and she paused, looking around a moment, her avatar returning to normal size and the flames around her form diminishing. She broke off contact and blinked open her eyes in the real world.

Haley was still livid, and angry tears ran down her cheek, but really she was proud of herself for not really breaking anything other than her phone this time. Setting her ex boyfriend’s brain room on fire wasn’t bad for him.

...was it?

That was when Tosh collapsed, his nose bleeding. That's never good.

Haley’s eyes went wide and she let out a panicked cry, “Tosh?!”

She knelt down beside him “oh fuck, no. God damnit! I didn’t mean to do that!”

He was still breathing, but feverish and twitching with a minor seizure.

“Somebody help!” she shrieked, panic now fully replacing anger in her voice and tears streaming down her cheeks as she knelt beside her ex? boyfriend.

”Sam!?” she reached out with her mind, hoping she could find the much better telepath on campus.

Basil was there so quickly, it was as if he was in the hallway waiting for shit to go poorly the whole time.

"I'm here Haley." He replied to her panicked scream in a dulcet tone. "What happened?" He asked, reaching out to take Tosh by the wrist to check his pulse.

Haley was far too panicked to question how Basil got here so quickly. "Tosh made me go in his mind to look at a memory, and, and, I got really mad, and then everything started like catching on fire in his mind and then I came back here and he just passed out." she sobbed in near-unintelligible spurts.

And the bleeding and the fever and the fast pulse and the twitching.

Flavin?

Basil rolled the boy onto his side, then began kicking away anything hard or sharp Tosh could hurt himself on while he dialed a number. There was a hushed conversation, but if Haley used her powers to investigate into Basil's conscious mind, she'd discover he was talking to the infirmary.

"They'll be here soon. Don't put anything into his mouth." Basil advised, moving to sit down next to her.