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He comes to on the plane, feeling no pain and hearing no voices, but feeling a sharp spike of unease at how much time could have passed while he was out. Anything could have gone wrong in the meanwhile.
"Hey, there you are. Rise and shine, Charles."
Logan is sitting nearest to him, but Erik and Raven are within sight and the plane is in the air, so at the very least everyone made it back on the jet while Charles was out of it. Charles sighs in relief, although it does look like it might have been a very near thing. Logan is unscathed, but his clothes look as though he's been brawling, and Erik's sporting a rather livid bruise along the curve of his jaw. Raven is sitting separate from everyone else, scowling at everyone but Charles with very ill humor.
"Raven..." Charles wouldn't care if she was spitting curses - she's coming home, and Charles smiles so hard it aches a little. Raven meets his eyes and smiles back at him.
"Charles."
Charles feels no pain, although he's sure that if he did, right now it couldn't touch him. Charles's head is blissfully quiet also, and when he dares to move one of his legs it obeys his command easily as he watches with some trepidation.
"Hank fixed you up," Logan says, while Erik looks away, a murderous expression on his face. Charles can only imagine that these two have chosen to sit so close to one another out of distrust with the other's nearness to him.
"Yes, but you'll have to get clean at some point," Erik says stiffly, still not looking at him. "We need your powers to figure out what we're supposed to do about all this."
Charles doesn't need his powers to guess what Erik thinks about the serum he must have seen Hank administer to Charles, but he pushes away whatever embarrassment or umbrage he feels at Erik's obvious censure and focuses on the more important thing that's been said.
"What all? What do you mean?" He looks to Raven. She's here, not being shipped off to some lab even as they speak. They've done it - haven't they?
Logan's voice is grim, his face oddly apologetic as he looks at Charles. And maybe it's Charles's imagination, but in Logan's eyes... Charles tries not to fixate on any one part of his new friend. It's to be expected, Charles supposes, that having shared the experience they did, one or each of them would feel somewhat-
"I'm still here," Logan says before Charles can get lost in his thoughts. "That means we missed something."
"Or they didn't." Erik turns back to them, looking no less furious. "They won't be getting Raven's DNA now, but we certainly left plenty of yours back at the consulate. I suppose they've made do," Erik says sneeringly.
Charles looks down at his arms, remembering. "Charles, I'm so sorry. I couldn't-" Logan begins, but Charles stops him, reaching over to place his hand on Logan's, directly above his knuckles and the skin that sheathes Logan's claws.
Logan's hand twitches but doesn't pull away. 'I don't fear you,' Charles thinks, although he's no way to make Logan hear him now, without the others also hearing their private conversation. 'You needn't fear yourself.'
"Hey, there you are. Rise and shine, Charles."
Logan is sitting nearest to him, but Erik and Raven are within sight and the plane is in the air, so at the very least everyone made it back on the jet while Charles was out of it. Charles sighs in relief, although it does look like it might have been a very near thing. Logan is unscathed, but his clothes look as though he's been brawling, and Erik's sporting a rather livid bruise along the curve of his jaw. Raven is sitting separate from everyone else, scowling at everyone but Charles with very ill humor.
"Raven..." Charles wouldn't care if she was spitting curses - she's coming home, and Charles smiles so hard it aches a little. Raven meets his eyes and smiles back at him.
"Charles."
Charles feels no pain, although he's sure that if he did, right now it couldn't touch him. Charles's head is blissfully quiet also, and when he dares to move one of his legs it obeys his command easily as he watches with some trepidation.
"Hank fixed you up," Logan says, while Erik looks away, a murderous expression on his face. Charles can only imagine that these two have chosen to sit so close to one another out of distrust with the other's nearness to him.
"Yes, but you'll have to get clean at some point," Erik says stiffly, still not looking at him. "We need your powers to figure out what we're supposed to do about all this."
Charles doesn't need his powers to guess what Erik thinks about the serum he must have seen Hank administer to Charles, but he pushes away whatever embarrassment or umbrage he feels at Erik's obvious censure and focuses on the more important thing that's been said.
"What all? What do you mean?" He looks to Raven. She's here, not being shipped off to some lab even as they speak. They've done it - haven't they?
Logan's voice is grim, his face oddly apologetic as he looks at Charles. And maybe it's Charles's imagination, but in Logan's eyes... Charles tries not to fixate on any one part of his new friend. It's to be expected, Charles supposes, that having shared the experience they did, one or each of them would feel somewhat-
"I'm still here," Logan says before Charles can get lost in his thoughts. "That means we missed something."
"Or they didn't." Erik turns back to them, looking no less furious. "They won't be getting Raven's DNA now, but we certainly left plenty of yours back at the consulate. I suppose they've made do," Erik says sneeringly.
Charles looks down at his arms, remembering. "Charles, I'm so sorry. I couldn't-" Logan begins, but Charles stops him, reaching over to place his hand on Logan's, directly above his knuckles and the skin that sheathes Logan's claws.
Logan's hand twitches but doesn't pull away. 'I don't fear you,' Charles thinks, although he's no way to make Logan hear him now, without the others also hearing their private conversation. 'You needn't fear yourself.'
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