A/N: Directly after the scene where Erik and Charles demand they collect the mutants. Sorry, but for some reason I feel really proud this... Hopefully not in a selfish manner.
Disclaimer: X-Men: First Class belongs to... Let's just say X-Men belongs to Stan Lee.
"And what if I say no?" It sounds like a question, but it isn't. It's a threat.
"Then good luck getting Cerebro to work without me," comes the curt response. Charles looks to Erik with sparkling blue eyes- he wants to know what Erik thinks of this.
Erik surprises him-
He's smiling. Then he turns and continues to walk down the hall. Charles glances at the Director, before pushing himself up out of the chair. He goes to the hallway.
"Erik," he calls out, a victorious smile adorning his face. The man turns to look at Charles.
"So you decided to stay," He states. More softly, he adds "I'm glad." Erik smiles again.
"Well… A good friend of mine made the choice a little easier." Charles raises an eyebrow at Erik calling him 'a good friend', but not objectionably. Erik turns to continue again, but he hasn't taken more than three steps before he hears-
"Erik?" Erik stops in place, but doesn't turn around, not wanting to need to make eye contact with Charles more than necessary. He's scared of the things he might say- looking at those stunning eyes.
"I know what I've seen in your mind makes you uncomfortable- but if you ever wanna talk about it- come find me, okay?" Erik nods and surprises himself.
He's not entirely opposed to talking to someone.
Then again, nobody's quite like Charles.
A/N: Um... Lol just R&R