Title: Haven't Met You Yet
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: M for minor swearing
Word count: 894
A/N:This is the first chapter to a X-Men: First Class AU!Fic I've been working on. The title is from the song "Haven't Met You Yet" by Michael Buble. I listened to that song about 72 times while writing this. More chapters to come
Charles Xavier is what you would call your typical average man. He had brown hair, blazing blue eyes, and a normal sized frame. He owned a small hole in the wall bookstore called Xavier's. It brought in the average amount of customers that a small bookstore would bring in. Overall, Charles led a pretty normal life. That is until he met Erik Lensherr.
It was a rainy day when he met Erik, as he recalls.
Charles was putting up the last of the used books that were traded to him today on the shelves. After he placed the used Of Mice and Men next to the old paper back Odyssey, he heard the sound of the entrance bell chime. Sighing to himself, he walked up to the front counter. "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the night" he said with a slight tone of annoyance. "Yeah, I know that you're closed, and I honestly don't give a fuck" snapped a rough male voice. The voice's owner was leaning against one of the tall bookcases next to the front door. Charles was a bit taken back at the harsh reply; he stood at the counter gaping at the stranger. "Um, I'm sorry sir, but you really can't stay here. I've closed for the night, and I have to get back h-" the stranger cut him off "Well, too bad for you, because I'm not going back into that verdammt storm. And I'm pretty sure you won't be making it home tonight either, seeing how the roads are flooded." Again, Charles found himself gaping at the stranger.
Were the roads really flooded, or was this man lying. "You don't believe me" said the stranger "Why don't you check it out for yourself." moving from the door and over to where Charles was standing. Charles felt his feet move over to the front door. Looking out the glass window, he saw nothing but darkness. When he opened the door, he was met with a strong gust of wind filled with raindrops. It was indeed a horrible storm and the roads did look flooded. Quickly shutting the door, Charles sighed to himself. He really was stuck here, probably for the whole night. "See, do you believe me now" said the stranger who was right behind Charles. Feeling the stranger's breath on his neck, Charles jumped. He did not notice that the man was right behind him. "Hahaha, jumpy aren't we" chuckled the stranger. Charles turned to see the man's face. The stranger had light brown hair, combed back. He had icy grey eyes and a handsome face. He had a wide, shark-toothed smile placed upon his face. Overall, Charles thought this man was just gorgeous. Which was probably why he found himself staring at the stranger, mouth agape with no words coming out.
The stranger's brow furrowed, "Anyways, my name is Erik Lensherr. Might as well introduce myself, seeing how we might be spending the night together. What about you, what's your name?", asked Erik. Charles snapped out of his trance, "Ah, uh, m-my name's Charles, Charles Xavier" he stuttered. Charles mentally cursed himself for stuttering like that, but it wasn't really his fault, this Erik was hot. Erik stared at Charles with his grey eyes, "So do you usually have this kind of hospitality with other people, or am I just special?" he asked, arching his eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, would you like some coffee or something" Charles said walking around Erik and to the front counter. Erik chuckled, "Yeah, a coffee would be marvelous.
Turning around, Charles walked into the back room of the store. This man, Erik, was something else. Charles never really felt this way about anyone before, especially another man. Sighing to himself, Charles put the pre-grounded coffee beans into the machine and filled it with water. Running his fingers through his hair he frowned, 'Okay Charles, you have to get yourself together. He's just a guy, a very hot guy. Wait, no stop that. Don't think of him like that. He's a guy and you're a guy. Guys don't think of other guys like that'. Charles was really starting to freak out a bit. These weird feelings that Charles seemed to be developing for Erik scared him.
"Hey, you've been in here for a while now. Is the coffee done?". Charles jumped at the sound of Erik's voice, which was right behind him. He felt his heart beating out of his chest. "You really mustn't do that. You scare the shit out of me." He squeaked. Erik laughed loudly and grinned. Charles looked up and glared at Erik. "The coffee's almost done. Could you be helpful and get two cups from that stack over there" he said with a slightly annoyed tone. After Erik went to receive the cups, Charles poured the coffee and handed Erik his cup. Charles added his usual fixings to his coffee, "You want some cream or sugar?" he asked. "Hmm, no thanks, I take my coffee black" mumbled Erik as he sipped his coffee. "So Charles, why don't you tell me about yourself. I mean, seeing how we're stuck here for the night" smiled Erik. Charles couldn't help but to stare again. 'Oh, this is going to be a long night' he thought.