I was about to destroy Nightcrawler's inappropriate video tapes when I heard a faint rapping on my door. Putting the tapes into my safe, I pressed the button under my desk that swung the door open. Standing there with a rather hesitant look on his face was Fade.

"I is certainly sorry ta be disturbin' ye, Professor," he said in his broad brogue.

"Not at all Fade. What can I do for you?"

I motioned him in and he walked slowly to my desk.

"I donna mean to pry inta the workin's ah yor team, I mean I have nothin' but respect for yor X-Men, but . ."

"It's all right. There is nothing that couldn't benefit from some improvement. You have an observation?"

"Well . . it's Cyclops."

"Oh my. You haven't caught him going through your underwear drawer or anything, I hope."

"Oh nae. Nothin' like that. It's jus' that Carol, that be Warbird, she done told me that Cyclops has some . . er . . issues. She was thinkin' that with my empathy powers, I jus' might be able to help him, um, find his inner man, if you know what I mean."

"I certainly do. I gave Scott the mantel of leadership with the hope that the responsibility would toughen him up. So far he has not risen to the challenge. I would certainly appreciate anything you could do."

Fade brightened up quite a bit at that. "Aye, Professor. T'will be my pleasure to try."