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"What can I teach them what you can't?" Logan an Charles, the latter with a stick, walked around the gardens. "To beat everyone and everything into a pulp?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't exchange such a knowledge. I was more thinking along the lines of control. Agreeing with who and what you are."
Logan looked away. "Maybe I don't know that."
Charles felt his restlessness grow. You can share everything you want with me.
"Maybe I don't feel like sharing", Logan grumbled. "Some things are too ugly to taint your delicate little world with."
"My delicate little world?" Again with the wrong idead about his peachy world. Charles had a loveless past, lost his best friend and had an unsure future. Why did everyone think his was a life to envy?
Logan made a wave to include their surroundings. "I never had a place like this. I can't even remember my family."
That's a lie.
"Don't go there prof, really." The man grabbed his shoulder and turned Charles to face him. "I like what you have going on here and I like you to hang around with. There's something about you that is.." A sniff. "Exciting. But don't poke around in that stuff."
Charles struggled for release without falling over, but Logans hand was too strong. "Let me go."
A smile returned on Logans face. "No. We've talked about what I could do for quite some time. Now I think it's your turn for show and tell."
I don't want to do this. Yet the possibilities to bring the big man to his knees crowded his mind. He could strike him unconscious, let him think he was locked down. He could.. he wouldn't. Erik was the one that thought of everything as a threat, not he.
Remove your hand. Charles gave Logans subconscious a tiny shove. With a mark of surprise on his face, Logan lifted his hand like it wasn't his.
"I didn't even notice I was removing it until I didn't touch you anymore." Logan looked satisfied. "Are you used to removing things from a person without them knowing it?"
"I don't remove." Charles continued walking.
"I was just talking about clothes!", Wolverine laughed.
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"Erik." Mystique peeked around the door, realized nothing was going to be thrown at her, before she stepped into his room.
"What's wrong Raven?" Erik looked haggard, unshaven and angry. "Because you could ask Riptide or Azazel. I'm not here for"
"You. You're wrong." She walked closer, carefully. His room was full of metal and she didn't want to be speared by anything.
"No." He shook his head. "Nothing wrong with me. Do you need to talk about something or are you just here to waste my time?"
Raven breathed out before she dared say the words. "I know where you going every day and it's pathetic."
Erik looked up. "Excuse me?"
"Pathetic that you just look instead of do something, I mean", she corrected herself. "If you want Charles by your side, you should just t"
"Out." He rose from his chair. "Now."
"I'm sure he feels the same way and there's just some stupid pride thing that is keeping"
"Raven.."
"you a part", she continued, backing into the door.
"Gehen sie raus!" Erik thundered, metal paperweights flying through the room. "Now!"
Raven ducked, pulled the door open and fled, therefore not single the tears glimmering in Eriks eyes.
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really i love this!
thank you for fllling
i'm waiting for the next one !!!!!!
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ogg erik, just face is, you must do something :D
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The man lighted his cigar and continued to look at the gardens of the mansion.
"It's not good for him, someone asking all his attention when he clearly is.." Alex blushed. "You know."
Logan turned with a blank look on his face. "You know?"
"You shouldn't bother him." Hank put in. "Emotionally."
Logans face split into a grin. "Maybe I don't want to bother him emotionally. Maybe I just want to tear him apart so hard that you can hear his moans through this pretty house. But that's none of your business." He tasted his cigar, exhaled. "And you're probably too young to hear that, so leave. Shoo."
His harsh words silenced the trio for a couple of moments, turning Sean red and making Hank look away.
"Don't you dare." Alex huffed. "I'll slice you through before you"
"What is this?" Charles tried to cross the lawn without his heavy leg pulling him down. This must feel like how walking through quicksand.
Logan blew a little heart of smoke, but didn't reply. Sean was still red faced, but Hank answered: "We asked Logan if he could train us in hand to hand combat."
Logan frowned. So did Charles. Really? It has only been a couple of weeks, but he never have had the feeling that Logan felt like teaching. Were the children reaching for something impossible?
"Yesss." Logan replied, clearly doubting himself. The children didn't look happy about this either.
"What is going on, or should I pull it out of your minds?" Charles leaned forwards on his cane, taking the weight of his damaged leg.
"It's true", Alex answered. "Really professor. Not to offend you, but we think Logan is better when it comes to fighting. He is just surprised, clearly. Maybe we should've.. asked him for his time first."
Ha. Logan shook his head. "Does this mean that I get to beat you three around?"
"No Logan." Charles was sure that they were lying to him, but if all four of them were in on it, he wouldn't interfere.
"You'll have to catch me first", was the first thing Sean said. "I can fly."
"And I can jump and smash you out of the air before you realize it."
"With teaching and training, comes rules." Charles warned the four of them. "I don't want to get anyone permanently hurt."
"I could give you a private lesson", Logan offered. "With grown-up rules."
The three boys shot daggers at him. Charles shook his head. Teenagers. He lifted his cane, wobbly on his feet. "I will just stick them with the pointy end."
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"I left him." Erik didn't need to get closer to see Charles, the children and that man, again.
He knew that he should snap out of it. That some things were more important than comfort, sharing and love. Charles had made his decision and so had he. And yet he was mourning that moment like he had lost a loved one. Worse, like he had lost a part of himself.
Erik grimaced. A fine leader he made, pushing away possibilities for mutant freedom to stick himself in the past.
The man was touching Charles, helping him stand more stable on the wet lawn. He felt like throwing the large transmitter at him. If he couldn't have the wonderful, energizing, sweet company of Charles Francis Xavier, no-one should be allowed.
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Logan has been in the mansion for two months now. It has been four months since Charles had last seen Erik. It was hard not to be bitter about that. His rational side told him that the man had chosen his violent path over Charles' company, but that didn't satisfy him completely. Charles should have prevented the possibility of a choice. Shouldn't have taken Erik back to the mansion, to nurse and shelter him. To keep him, for himself.
"Prof?"
Charles took his eyes from the satellite. It seemed so long ago, that Erik had pushed Sean off it. Surely, Logans teachings couldn't be much worse.
Logan sat down on the age-old balcony, half in front of Charles. "There's someone hanging around out there Charles. Maybe you shouldn't be alone."
"I can protect myself." He hadn't picked up on someone. Could it be..?
"Not to get you down, but you keep saying that without ever giving me proof." Logan winked. "So let's get inside, where you can whip my mind into proper shape and let's settle it once and for all."
Charles heard his words from a distance. Logan has been right, there was something there. Someone. "Maybe you should get inside Logan." He looked at the man. Metal on his belt, his shoes, around his neck and on his wrists. Erik would have a field day.
"What? A party of one is no party Charles." Logan edged closer. "Or do you just don't want to wobble behind me? Because I could li" His words were cut of when he was taken into the air and thrown into the fountain.
"Erik." The dark figure that descended on him, did feeling nothing like his old friend. This was Magneto. Charles took a step back.
"Charles." The voice, his eyes, those were Eriks.
Charles turned, mesmerized like a moth by a flame. "You're here."
"And you started making a lot more obvious observations since I've been gone."
In the distance, he heard someone running over the shingle. Charles realized too late that it was Logan, thinking he should protect him, thinking he could. No!
It was too late. Logan was floating in the air upside down, thrashing and snarling.
"What, puppy?" Erik asked, his eyes not leaving Charles'. "You only dared come here when I wasn't around? Leaving your stains over my home and heart?"
Logan unleashed a string of curses that Charles dearly hoped wouldn't reach the children's ears. "Let him down Erik. You're here for me." Or at least I hope. Take that awful helmet off, you fool, and let us talk. Freely. Like before.
"If you'd care so much, you wouldn't leave someone like him behind", Logan spat, his face turning redder by the moment. "But clearly you don't have the balls for that, or you'd let me down and fight fair."
Charles had to give it to the man, he didn't stand down. But this should end, he didn't wanted to feel like a high school trophy caught between two rugby-players.
"Erik, let Logan down or I won't ever talk to you again."
His eyes didn't show anything, but his mouth turned into a small smile. "Maybe watching you is enough for me."
Why do you do this to me? Charles looked away.
"I really wish I could commando-puke right now." Logan offered.
Erik sighed before he launched the man far into the gardens. "He'll heal", he said when he saw Charles raise a questioning eyebrow at him. "Not that I care, but you do so.." He swallowed. "I do."
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"You've handicapped me."
They had walked - slowly, with Erik supporting Charles, even against his protests - to the older, wilder parts of the gardens.
Charles lifted the corner of his mouth. "But somehow I ended up with the cane."
"Don't. Please don't." Eriks face twisted like he was in severe pain. "You know what I mean."
"No I don't. There's a helmet in between us."
"That helmet's not to keep you out." He looked away. "It's to keep others away from what is yours."
Charles swallowed. "Yet you left so easily, taking away my heart and my family when I gave you a choice."
Erik closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears. "I didn't came here to pick at a fresh wound. I didn't know you were.."
"What?" Charles willed him to take the helmet off, so he could show him. All of it. The entire wreck that Erik had left him with. "A game of chess?"
His friend opened his eyes, looking calm again. Slowly he took of the helmet. "Just you."
It took Charles less than a second to decide what to do. Maybe there wasn't even a decision, but just a primal urge. He flooded Erik.
With his feeling of not being worthwhile of love and affection, from his indifferent parents.
With his feeling of loss when Raven, sweet insecure Raven, left him at the drop of a hat for a lifestyle, a belief that she clung too like she once had clung to him.
With his feeling of finally belonging somewhere, when Erik came into his life. That they fit into each other like puzzle pieces.
With his feeling of someone ripping his mind and body apart when Erik left him, leaving him behind crippled and empty.
"Please." Erik grabbed Charles' shoulders, begged him to stop. "I'm not strong enough."
Charles let his tears leave a trace on his cheeks. "Why should I be the one that's strong enough?"
The taller mutant looked frazzled and confused, like someone had hit him in the gut while he never saw it coming. His cheeks were also wet from tears.
"If you didn't gave me that decision, I would have followed you back here and we would have torn each other apart for our differences on mutant rights. You gave me the easy way out. You gave me the faintest hint that you would be there for me. That I could always come back to you." Erik was begging him.
And Charles could see it crystal clear. He would lock Eriks anger and hatred away and would take him back home, where he could nurture and love him. Erik would have a normal side, and Charles would be whole again, never alone. If the Brotherhood wouldn't leave them alone, he would erase them from their minds. They could have a normal life together, training and raising mutants.
It would be like tranquilizing a tiger for the rest of his life and lock him up in a cage because you want to pet it every day.
Now there was fear in Eriks eyes. "Charles."
Charles softly touched his friends' lips with his mouth. "I'd never", he whispered. "But come back to me. Whenever."
The feeling of being whole again, slowly evaporated. Erik wasn't ready, not yet. He could taste the man's salty tears when, finally, he hugged him. Pulled Charles into him, for a moment becoming one.
"I'll come back to you", Erik whispered against his mouth. "Always."
THE END
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lol
and this fic was so beautiful.
thank you.
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You sealed the deal with the German, and then DOUBLE SEALED IT with the ending.
I officially love you.
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So much manly pain >_<,
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XDD And he proceeds to act like a highschooler.
Anyways...this is perfect but...it seriously needs a sequel!
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