[Fic] Holiday Gift
Title: Holiday gift
Pairing/Character: Erik/Charles but can be read as gen.
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Gen
Disclaimer: X-Men First Class does not belong to me. It belongs to Marvel.
Author's Note: Written for madscribbles as part of fandom_stocking. Unbeta'd
Summary: Charles gets Erik a gift.
It was nearing Christmas, the first Christmas since knowing Erik that Charles would spend it without him and Raven. Charles was at the local antique store when the loss of Erik and Raven had hit him. He took a deep breath and with shaking hands picked up an old handcrafted wooden picture frame. This would have been the perfect gift, he thought. Even knowing that Erik would probably not get it, Charles ended up buying the frame then leaving the store.
By Christmas Eve, the frame held a picture of the whole group. Charles and Erik in the center with their arms around each other. A picture taken during happier times. Charles had wrapped the frame in silver wrapping paper, with a bow and left it in the room Erik had used.
"Happy Holidays, my friend," said Charles as he closed the door to the room. It was probably hopeless but he had telepathically sent out that same message, getting only emptiness in return.
On the other side of the country, Erik stood on a balcony watching the snow fall. Merry Christmas, Charles. May we meet again soon, he thought but knew that Charles would not hear it, not as long as the helmet blocked him out.
Pairing/Character: Erik/Charles but can be read as gen.
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Gen
Disclaimer: X-Men First Class does not belong to me. It belongs to Marvel.
Author's Note: Written for madscribbles as part of fandom_stocking. Unbeta'd
Summary: Charles gets Erik a gift.
It was nearing Christmas, the first Christmas since knowing Erik that Charles would spend it without him and Raven. Charles was at the local antique store when the loss of Erik and Raven had hit him. He took a deep breath and with shaking hands picked up an old handcrafted wooden picture frame. This would have been the perfect gift, he thought. Even knowing that Erik would probably not get it, Charles ended up buying the frame then leaving the store.
By Christmas Eve, the frame held a picture of the whole group. Charles and Erik in the center with their arms around each other. A picture taken during happier times. Charles had wrapped the frame in silver wrapping paper, with a bow and left it in the room Erik had used.
"Happy Holidays, my friend," said Charles as he closed the door to the room. It was probably hopeless but he had telepathically sent out that same message, getting only emptiness in return.
On the other side of the country, Erik stood on a balcony watching the snow fall. Merry Christmas, Charles. May we meet again soon, he thought but knew that Charles would not hear it, not as long as the helmet blocked him out.