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Fill: I know how this ends 12/?

[anonymous]

The enthusiasm of which Charles agreed to help had more or less vanished some handful of hours later when he realised, exactly, what, and how difficult, the mission was turning out to be.

“How in the world am I supposed to find someone who’s wearing something that has blocked me?” Charles asked, incredulous.

From her place on the sofa, Raven snorted. “You should have thought of that before you agreed,” she said.

Charles threw her a look. “I’m just glad I can always count on your support,” he said.

Raven waved a hand. “You’re welcome.”

Charles didn’t bother responding as he turned his attention back to the file. It didn’t give him much to work from. There was the unusual: a profile of Erik Lehnsherr, a tab on his movements and information on the helmet in question. In short, nothing that gave him a solid lead.

“And since when was I the person sent to catch this man?” Charles said, hoping that his voice wasn’t as pitched as it sounded. “Last I checked, I was the criminal and he was trying to catch me.”

“What is your life?” Raven said.

“Yes,” Charles agreed readily, missing the sarcasm in Raven’s words. “What is my life.”

He crossed the room and collapsed onto the couch, the heel of his hands pressed against the socket of his closed eyes. Raven patted him on the shoulder. Charles knew that she was still annoyed at him by the indifference that rolled off her in waves, and the heavy beat of her hand.

Charles sighed, straightening where he sat to look at the pages he still had in his hand. They were scrunched, but still legible, and he soothed them out, ready to go over them with a fresh eye. He was a scientist, he had completed his thesis, he was good at researching.

That and, he couldn’t help the keen interest he felt when it came to Erik Lehnsherr. Charles’ gaze fell on the thumbnail attached to Erik’s profile. He was still having trouble slotting the features together; without having dipped into his mind, Charles couldn’t make a connection, but-

Charles worried his lower lip between his teeth as he scanned the page, attempting to find some sort of clue. It came in a name, the only other that was attached to Erik’s.

Sebastian Shaw.

Charles frowned, brow creasing before he realised just who it was.

“What?” Raven asked, shuffling closer.

Charles could feel her looking over his shoulder to peer at what caused him to freeze.

“Shaw,” Charles said.

“Shaw?”

“The man who was conducting those experiments all those years ago,” Charles said, coming to his feet in a renewed burst of energy. “This is my link.”

“Now you’re not even making sense,” Raven said, “how is Shaw your link?”

Charles turned towards her, papers bunched in his hand. “Erik was a patient in Shaw’s facility. He’s hell bent on revenge, apparently. Shaw,” Charles said, attention already diverted from Raven as he paced back and forth. “Shaw, I need more information on Shaw.”

Charles stopped mid step. “Moira.”