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[anonymous]

A/N: So I was chewed by rabid plot bunnies for this when I read the prompt and this piece was produced as a result of not sleeping.

I apologize for not quite hitting the prompt (since Charles is quite aware of where he’s going) and definitely not including the scene that OP described and urgh. Utter fail in everything. First fic in a while and obs, first fic in fandom Orz

I watched the movie whilst sleep deprived so I am not quite sure if I got details correct or not, so please just imagine that this as AU if I go horribly wrong somewhere. (I am quite aware the movie starts in Poland, but according to comic!canon, Erik and his family escaped to Poland from Germany. So um. Assume that they haven’t done that yet. OTL)

OP, I hope this can kind of tide you over until the above two lovely LJ-ers show you their masterpiece.

again from the start

It starts with the soft pattering of rain against the ground.

Charles stares at the young girl who stands in front of him, eyes calm and palm upturned, reaching out towards him.

He doesn’t move.

She tilts her head just slightly to one side, amusement slowly mingling with the impenetrable fog of nothing that he cannot see past, even with his talents. Her eyes are old, too old.

“Are you willing to pay the price?” Her voice is quiet and that echo of something layered beneath it is almost enough to make him shiver. Almost, but not quite.

Charles closes his eyes and remembers Erik’s pain, Erik’s suffering, Erik’s life. The memories swirl within him, much too vivid. Much too fresh.

“Yes.” He breathes out, blue eyes shadowed by the storm clouds slowly drifting overhead. There’s no hesitation as he reaches forwards and places his hand -

- on a thin shoulder.

The boy jerks in his grip, eyes wide with panic, and it’s all Charles can do to block out the overwhelming terror emanating from that small frame.

But the mind behind the terror is familiar. So painfully familiar that Charles’ breathing stutters and he bites down hard on his lower lip to stop that single word from slipping out.

Erik.

Boots trample loudly through the streets next to the alleyway they are in. There are shouts and muffled screaming.

Charles catches the boy’s gaze and gestures for him to be quiet, pulling him back further into the dark alley. His grip around those thin shoulders tighten a little as he glimpses uniforms and rifles and the soldiers that wear and carry them saunter past.

He reaches out cautiously with his mind, making sure that the area is clear before he sighs. “They’re gone.”

At his words, the shoulders beneath his hands shake a little as the boy tries to scramble away from him.

Charles shifts backwards slowly, releasing the child and raising his hands in the universal gesture of peace and projecting as much friendliness as he thought he could without directly influencing anything.

The boy calms, a little, but at least he’s not tensed to run away immediately anymore. Instead, he hunches himself down, pressing his back against the dirty brickwork of the alleyway and stares.

Charles crouches down, making himself as small and nonthreatening as he can and introduces himself in awkward and stilted German. “I’m Charles Xavier."

He holds out his hand in greeting as he speaks. As if he wasn’t displaced almost twenty years in time, in a warzone. He holds that hand outstretched, gaze warm, friendly and he waits.

The boy approaches him slowly, in small, hesitant steps. He’s wary and ready to skitter away at the first sign of anything untoward.

Charles smiles as the smaller hand clasps his almost shyly.

The boy looks at him solemnly for one moment before nodding, almost to himself. “Erik Lensherr.”

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Re: fill: again from the start 1/4

[gokuma]

Awesome beginning :)
(And poor Erik *hugs him*)