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She turned to him, her eyes bright and skeptical, “We were supposed to have this done in two weeks, Charles! How’s that going to happen with five interns?” she gestured weakly around her, earning a rather hot glare from Alex, and a several sighs from the others, “We don’t even have a camera.”
Charles pulled her into a gentle hug, “We’ll manage and I’m sure Raven wouldn’t mind helping out,” he replied rubbing comforting circles into her back as he countered his sister’s look of surprise with a stern gaze.
“Yeah,” Raven sighed, “Somebody has to make sure Charles here doesn’t go lobster on us. He burns terribly.”
Moira choked back a sob with a laugh and pulled slightly out of Charles’ grasp, “Thanks guys, but we really need a camera.”
“We have one.”
Startled, the three spun toward the trailer. Stepping uncertainly from it was a rather gangly young man; his glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose. He raised a quivering hand in greeting, “He arrived this morning. I didn’t quite catch his name because as soon as he got here he took off into the jungle, his camera in tow.”
Moira frowned, “Why didn’t anyone think to go after him? What if he gets lost? Or worse?”
The interns looked at each other and then at the dense entanglement of growth looming at the edge of the clearing. Charles sighed, “It’s alright Moira. I’m sure he’ll be back.”
“Yeah!” one of the others cried, “You should have seen him. Looked like some sort of Survivor Man. All muscle and teeth. Even caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his back.”
Charles quirked a brow and was about to respond with a comment about how looks can be deceiving when the rustling of leaves stole everyone’s attention. From a rather nasty mess of vines emerged said camera man, and all words slipped from Charles’ tongue. He was just as the intern had described: gruff, large, and ominous. He hadn’t seemed to notice everyone’s gazes as he reached from the machete strapped to his hip. With a swift flick of the wrist he sliced away the remaining undergrowth and gently placed his camera in the shade of the trailer. Stretching, he swept his gaze across his audience, stopping on Charles and Moira, who was still in his hold, albeit loosely. He flickered between their faces, his stare boor deep into Charles, its color far too intense for Charles’ comfort. Regarding them with a curious look, he reached down to dust the dirt off his pants then promptly strolled over to them.
“Mr. and Mrs. MacTaggert, I presume?” He offered Charles his hand.
Charles stared at it, his hands falling to his sides. The man gave him another look before trying Moira, who was just as dumb. It took Raven’s sudden laughter to bring Charles to his senses. She nearly doubled over and had to lean against the bespectacled intern for support, much to his embarrassment.
“Ah, no. No. No, no, no. I’m not,” Charles started helplessly.
Moria recovered quicker. “We’re not married,” she remarked with a small laugh.
The man regarded Charles’ quickly reddening face with mild amusement and lowered his head in an apology, “My mistake.”
“This is Professor, well soon to be anyway, Charles Xavier. He’s the star of our little documentary.”
“Erik. Erik Lehnsherr. Cameraman,” Erik replied, holding his hand out to Charles once more. This time Charles took it and tried not to dwell on the peculiar sensation of his leathery grip.
Unbeta-ed because I changed this thing about four times, and I’m tired of staring at it. And yay! I’m glad you like it OP
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I like this though! I like how it's panning out so far and everyone's reactions.
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LOL, Survivor Man Erik, bad ass right off the bat. I love how you've described him, particularly the comments about the teeth and him being ominous. And of course he'd make an entrance by chopping around with a machete! And the "Mr. and Mrs. Mactaggert," LOL. Charles was so out of it.
Frankly, I think you're fine without a beta (although beta never hurts). I love this, love this, love this, and can't wait for more!
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