Old Habits
Title: Old Habits 8
Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Not much.
Summary: The hospital is not Erik's favorite place.
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Feedback: Reviews and flames are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast)
Notes: Eighth in a series of ten generally H/C themed ficlits following Charles and Erik for ~ fifteen years after First Class. Set around 8 years after FC.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Waking up, he doesn't immediately know where he is, his eyes are stuck shut, he has to raise a hand to rub at them. In fact, it's the smell, that gets to him fist. Disinfectant, chemical. He snaps his eyes open, tries to get off the bed, but he's far too weak, and far too dizzy. Hands grab him, he starts to really freak out, but then, "Erik! Erik, it's me, you're safe. I promise, you're safe."
"Hospital."
"You had meningitis, you were going to die."
"Get me out."
He sinks down onto the bed, but only because he has no choice. Charles hits the page button, Erik looks at him, knowing he hasn't been betrayed, but feeling miserable that his friend brought him here, of all places.
"You weren't just going to die, before that, you would have gone blind, deaf, and lost your powers."
He's less mad, and Charles has pulled himself up onto the bed, and is now holding him, and he's very slightly less upset. The doctors don't want to let him go, it's too soon, he's far too sick, still. Charles makes them.
They are right, he can barely sit by himself. They get into a cab in front of the hospital, the cabbie stuff's Charles's chair in the trunk, and Erik curls on the back seat, his head in Charles's lap. He doesn't know anything after that.
The next time he wakes up, he's still in a bed, but this time, it's an actual bed bed, in a house. The air is warm, and kind of humid, but not too bad. He looks around, and blinks, when he sees Mystique there.
"What happened?"
"Charles found me, told me what had happened. He couldn't make sure you'd be okay, alone. For one thing, he needed to sleep, which is what he's doing now."
Erik rubbed at his face, sitting up. He felt a lot better, now. He looked at her, "how long was I out?"
"Four days. I've only been here the last two. I can wake him, if you'd like."
He nodded, she left.
She came back, with a sleepy Charles, still in his nightclothes, "hello. Are you feeling better?"
Erik nodded, "yes."
Mystique threw up her hands, "dear lord, just kiss already."
They stared at her, "you knew?"
She looked at Charles, "you guys aren't exactly quiet. And my room was next door to yours."
Erik could have sworn that Charles was embarrassed.
"I can't believe you knew, Raven..."
"You two were even more obvious than Darwin and Havock."
She walked out, shaking her head.
Charles sitting beside him was nice. The other mutant's body head mixed with his, warming them both. Charles played with his hair, and kissed him, worry making him a bit more touchy than usual.
"Are you mad at me?"
Erik looked at his friend, surprised, "no."
"You're upset."
No question. Erik must be broadcasting. He immediately shut that down, "I'm not mad at you. Nothing of the sort."
He was worried, scared, even, about what he knew Charles had seen in his mind. It had been muddled, and more all-consuming because of the fever, but the guilt, and misery had been real, and Charles would have known that.
"Erik... if... are you upset that I was in your mind?"
"Not that you were in it."
Charles gently kissed the top of his head, "what I saw."
"Yes."
"I'm not...mad. I have no anger about it at all. I only... you thought it was such a terrible thing. But you never told me...you never acted like..."
Erik stared at him, "god, Charles, it doesn't make you less attractive to me. Just the opposite, you're strong, and you don't let anything get to you, that's really, really attractive."
"Then why...?"
"Because you've been in pain. Physical pain, and had problems, and you've had to be that strong. I never wanted you to have to be strong like that. It's my fault you've had those challenges, it's my fault you've been in pain..."
Charles must not have thought before he did it-or possibly he didn't realize he was even doing it. Warmth like from the sun, and strong, almost overwhelming memories. Nothing specific, he wasn't trying to make a point. But...it did let Erik know that anger was not one of the things Charles felt towards him. Not by a long shot.
Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Not much.
Summary: The hospital is not Erik's favorite place.
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Feedback: Reviews and flames are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast)
Notes: Eighth in a series of ten generally H/C themed ficlits following Charles and Erik for ~ fifteen years after First Class. Set around 8 years after FC.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Waking up, he doesn't immediately know where he is, his eyes are stuck shut, he has to raise a hand to rub at them. In fact, it's the smell, that gets to him fist. Disinfectant, chemical. He snaps his eyes open, tries to get off the bed, but he's far too weak, and far too dizzy. Hands grab him, he starts to really freak out, but then, "Erik! Erik, it's me, you're safe. I promise, you're safe."
"Hospital."
"You had meningitis, you were going to die."
"Get me out."
He sinks down onto the bed, but only because he has no choice. Charles hits the page button, Erik looks at him, knowing he hasn't been betrayed, but feeling miserable that his friend brought him here, of all places.
"You weren't just going to die, before that, you would have gone blind, deaf, and lost your powers."
He's less mad, and Charles has pulled himself up onto the bed, and is now holding him, and he's very slightly less upset. The doctors don't want to let him go, it's too soon, he's far too sick, still. Charles makes them.
They are right, he can barely sit by himself. They get into a cab in front of the hospital, the cabbie stuff's Charles's chair in the trunk, and Erik curls on the back seat, his head in Charles's lap. He doesn't know anything after that.
The next time he wakes up, he's still in a bed, but this time, it's an actual bed bed, in a house. The air is warm, and kind of humid, but not too bad. He looks around, and blinks, when he sees Mystique there.
"What happened?"
"Charles found me, told me what had happened. He couldn't make sure you'd be okay, alone. For one thing, he needed to sleep, which is what he's doing now."
Erik rubbed at his face, sitting up. He felt a lot better, now. He looked at her, "how long was I out?"
"Four days. I've only been here the last two. I can wake him, if you'd like."
He nodded, she left.
She came back, with a sleepy Charles, still in his nightclothes, "hello. Are you feeling better?"
Erik nodded, "yes."
Mystique threw up her hands, "dear lord, just kiss already."
They stared at her, "you knew?"
She looked at Charles, "you guys aren't exactly quiet. And my room was next door to yours."
Erik could have sworn that Charles was embarrassed.
"I can't believe you knew, Raven..."
"You two were even more obvious than Darwin and Havock."
She walked out, shaking her head.
Charles sitting beside him was nice. The other mutant's body head mixed with his, warming them both. Charles played with his hair, and kissed him, worry making him a bit more touchy than usual.
"Are you mad at me?"
Erik looked at his friend, surprised, "no."
"You're upset."
No question. Erik must be broadcasting. He immediately shut that down, "I'm not mad at you. Nothing of the sort."
He was worried, scared, even, about what he knew Charles had seen in his mind. It had been muddled, and more all-consuming because of the fever, but the guilt, and misery had been real, and Charles would have known that.
"Erik... if... are you upset that I was in your mind?"
"Not that you were in it."
Charles gently kissed the top of his head, "what I saw."
"Yes."
"I'm not...mad. I have no anger about it at all. I only... you thought it was such a terrible thing. But you never told me...you never acted like..."
Erik stared at him, "god, Charles, it doesn't make you less attractive to me. Just the opposite, you're strong, and you don't let anything get to you, that's really, really attractive."
"Then why...?"
"Because you've been in pain. Physical pain, and had problems, and you've had to be that strong. I never wanted you to have to be strong like that. It's my fault you've had those challenges, it's my fault you've been in pain..."
Charles must not have thought before he did it-or possibly he didn't realize he was even doing it. Warmth like from the sun, and strong, almost overwhelming memories. Nothing specific, he wasn't trying to make a point. But...it did let Erik know that anger was not one of the things Charles felt towards him. Not by a long shot.