Fic : Healing is a process - chapter 9 part 1
Pairing:Charles/Erik
Rating:T
Warnings: AU
Summary:This is a response to an lj prompt about Erik being hurt as Shaw flung him to the pipes and the effects of it all. It will be Charles/Erik. Prompt can be found here: http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/4418.html
Erik was angry.
Granted, that was something of a constant in his life. Before meeting Charles, anger was his only refuge, his one true ally, the burning sensation in his lungs that made his heart pump faster, that made him survive. It was his savior and his lifeline, without which he would have long been consumed by the guilt, agony, fear that lurked underneath. He knew the name of those feelings but he had forgotten what they meant. He had had to in order to keep himself sane. Anger had kept those feelings at bay and kept Erik in control.
But Charles had changed that. The telepath had peeled back the blanket, even if it was slightly and he had showed Erik another way, not only to enable him to use his powers but also to live his life. It was but a glimpse, but that little crack Charles had made opened up Erik's soul to something else, something he had long thought lost; the capacity to feel anything apart from anger and more importantly, the will to take the risk and to care for another person.
It was that specific emotion that made his situation now so different. He cared. Deep inside the anger there was worry; about Charles. Having connected to the telepath in such a way, he had awakened other feelings inside him as well, fear being one of the strongest. Even though he would never admit to it out loud, he knew it to be true. Having been alone for the longest of times, without someone to trust, meant that Erik had become very acquainted with himself, having no one else to fall back on. Consequently he was honest with himself and knew what he wanted. So despite his resolution to not press Charles about revealing what he was unwilling to, he couldn't help but be curious about it.
For the rest of the day Charles had succeeded in evading him. Apparently the children were monopolizing his attention but the magnetokinetic wasn't too inclined to believe that, it seemed too convenient. Every time he approached Charles, one of the young mutants would come looking for him, asking something or another and the telepath would simply cast an apologizing look towards Erik, to which the magnetokinetic would answer with a glare. He knew that the telepath was avoiding him and the continuation of their little argument.
Raven appeared later that day in his room, where Erik had decided to retreat for the time being. Despite his attempts to appear completely in shape, he was in fact tired. The painkillers were beginning to wear off and it was about time to take the next dose. During the time it took for the pills to kick in, Erik would truly feel the extent of his injuries and for that he really needed to lie down. The shapeshifter seemed to have taken over for her brother, to check up on him and make sure he followed the doctor's instructions. She didn't say as much, but it was pretty obvious. Seeing it as an opportunity, Erik decided to ask her about the issue with Charles.
"What is going on with Charles?"
His question was direct and to the point and it seemed to take her by surprise.
"What do you mean?" She asked and her defensive tone and the fact that she had her arms crossed in front of her told him that she knew to what he was referring.
"He is having issues about the memory wipe," Erik elaborated hastily, knowing she would be the only person to understand what he meant. It was improbable that Charles had shared that particular aspect of his powers with anyone else.
Raven exhaled sharply. Her posture relaxed slightly, which made Erik even more suspicious.
"Oh! That…"
He looked at her sharply, "Yes, that."
"You really should talk to him about it," she shook her head and shrugged, unwilling to share anything more. Her gaze held the one Erik was giving her.
"I tried that, he didn't seem too eager," the magnetokinetic confessed, suppressing a sigh of frustration. Both siblings seem to enjoy making him work for the information he wanted.
"Give him time then," Raven told him finally, looking at him sternly.
"Are you not concerned about it at all?" Erik's voice was raised as he spoke. He gestured in the air, letting some of his irritation show, "There is the mission that he insists on going."
"I don't think it will affect the mission," she countered, keeping an even expression. She really looked like she believed that to be true, which in turn made the magnetokinetic slightly calmer. "It is nothing really. You shouldn't be concerned about it," her assurance, though believable was countered by the fact that she avoided eye contact as she spoke. She also seemed eager to leave the room, but Erik's question made her halt.
"Is there something else I should be concerned about?"
Narrowed blue eyes, sharp like daggers clashed with slightly widened yellow. But Raven was stubborn, a trait she shared with her adopted brother. Instead of caving in, like most of the residents of this house would have done, she simply shook her head and smiled.
"No, not a thing."
Erik knew he was being lied to but he didn't know what it was about. Without anyone to give him answers, he just lay back in his bed, taking in the silence of the room and trying to concentrate on any metal that was around him. It was an exercise he found soothing, much like meditating and it helped him think. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated to the element that seemed to sing to him, clenching his teeth as the pain begun to return. It would take a few minutes for the painkillers to kick in and until then this was the best way to keep the pain at bay.
Without even realizing it, slowly the fatigue settled in, making his eyes heavy. The medication must have also played a part as a pleasant haze filled his mind. His frustration was disappearing as he was enveloped by a comforting darkness; calm and inviting.
As always, his last thought was of Charles, before he let himself be swept away into a dreamless sleep.
Rating:T
Warnings: AU
Summary:This is a response to an lj prompt about Erik being hurt as Shaw flung him to the pipes and the effects of it all. It will be Charles/Erik. Prompt can be found here: http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/4418.html
Erik was angry.
Granted, that was something of a constant in his life. Before meeting Charles, anger was his only refuge, his one true ally, the burning sensation in his lungs that made his heart pump faster, that made him survive. It was his savior and his lifeline, without which he would have long been consumed by the guilt, agony, fear that lurked underneath. He knew the name of those feelings but he had forgotten what they meant. He had had to in order to keep himself sane. Anger had kept those feelings at bay and kept Erik in control.
But Charles had changed that. The telepath had peeled back the blanket, even if it was slightly and he had showed Erik another way, not only to enable him to use his powers but also to live his life. It was but a glimpse, but that little crack Charles had made opened up Erik's soul to something else, something he had long thought lost; the capacity to feel anything apart from anger and more importantly, the will to take the risk and to care for another person.
It was that specific emotion that made his situation now so different. He cared. Deep inside the anger there was worry; about Charles. Having connected to the telepath in such a way, he had awakened other feelings inside him as well, fear being one of the strongest. Even though he would never admit to it out loud, he knew it to be true. Having been alone for the longest of times, without someone to trust, meant that Erik had become very acquainted with himself, having no one else to fall back on. Consequently he was honest with himself and knew what he wanted. So despite his resolution to not press Charles about revealing what he was unwilling to, he couldn't help but be curious about it.
For the rest of the day Charles had succeeded in evading him. Apparently the children were monopolizing his attention but the magnetokinetic wasn't too inclined to believe that, it seemed too convenient. Every time he approached Charles, one of the young mutants would come looking for him, asking something or another and the telepath would simply cast an apologizing look towards Erik, to which the magnetokinetic would answer with a glare. He knew that the telepath was avoiding him and the continuation of their little argument.
Raven appeared later that day in his room, where Erik had decided to retreat for the time being. Despite his attempts to appear completely in shape, he was in fact tired. The painkillers were beginning to wear off and it was about time to take the next dose. During the time it took for the pills to kick in, Erik would truly feel the extent of his injuries and for that he really needed to lie down. The shapeshifter seemed to have taken over for her brother, to check up on him and make sure he followed the doctor's instructions. She didn't say as much, but it was pretty obvious. Seeing it as an opportunity, Erik decided to ask her about the issue with Charles.
"What is going on with Charles?"
His question was direct and to the point and it seemed to take her by surprise.
"What do you mean?" She asked and her defensive tone and the fact that she had her arms crossed in front of her told him that she knew to what he was referring.
"He is having issues about the memory wipe," Erik elaborated hastily, knowing she would be the only person to understand what he meant. It was improbable that Charles had shared that particular aspect of his powers with anyone else.
Raven exhaled sharply. Her posture relaxed slightly, which made Erik even more suspicious.
"Oh! That…"
He looked at her sharply, "Yes, that."
"You really should talk to him about it," she shook her head and shrugged, unwilling to share anything more. Her gaze held the one Erik was giving her.
"I tried that, he didn't seem too eager," the magnetokinetic confessed, suppressing a sigh of frustration. Both siblings seem to enjoy making him work for the information he wanted.
"Give him time then," Raven told him finally, looking at him sternly.
"Are you not concerned about it at all?" Erik's voice was raised as he spoke. He gestured in the air, letting some of his irritation show, "There is the mission that he insists on going."
"I don't think it will affect the mission," she countered, keeping an even expression. She really looked like she believed that to be true, which in turn made the magnetokinetic slightly calmer. "It is nothing really. You shouldn't be concerned about it," her assurance, though believable was countered by the fact that she avoided eye contact as she spoke. She also seemed eager to leave the room, but Erik's question made her halt.
"Is there something else I should be concerned about?"
Narrowed blue eyes, sharp like daggers clashed with slightly widened yellow. But Raven was stubborn, a trait she shared with her adopted brother. Instead of caving in, like most of the residents of this house would have done, she simply shook her head and smiled.
"No, not a thing."
Erik knew he was being lied to but he didn't know what it was about. Without anyone to give him answers, he just lay back in his bed, taking in the silence of the room and trying to concentrate on any metal that was around him. It was an exercise he found soothing, much like meditating and it helped him think. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated to the element that seemed to sing to him, clenching his teeth as the pain begun to return. It would take a few minutes for the painkillers to kick in and until then this was the best way to keep the pain at bay.
Without even realizing it, slowly the fatigue settled in, making his eyes heavy. The medication must have also played a part as a pleasant haze filled his mind. His frustration was disappearing as he was enveloped by a comforting darkness; calm and inviting.
As always, his last thought was of Charles, before he let himself be swept away into a dreamless sleep.