The sound of tea being set down onto his desk awoke Charles. Blue eyes stayed shut and a slightly drooled over chin was wiped by his delicate, yet sturdy, pale arm. "Thank you, Demetria, I'm truly going to need it." he told his servant.

"You're welcome Sir." The working girl made her way over to his curtains and began to pull them open.

"By the way, you look stunning this morning," he said as he opened one eye to take a look at the twenty something year old, "But can you please keep the curtains closed?" The girl ignored her employer and continued to move around the room, opening the numerous drapes that hung around the giant windows. Charles and the girl were used to this routine by now, the blue eyed man always asking, sometimes begging for her to not to open those darned curtains to let the morning light in. To say that Charles hated any hour before eleven was an under statement but this was already clear to those who knew him.

The young man sat up in his leather chair, milky arms outstretched in front of him. After yawning about four times and finally opening both of his eyes he picked up a tea cup, swirled it clockwise and then the other direction and took a sip. Delightful. If there was one thing that could keep him sane in the storm that was his mind, it was tea. A strong yet sweet cup of the English tea that was well stocked in the kitchen. "Sir, you really need to get some sunlight onto your skin, I hate to be rude but you're beginning to look transparent rather than a nice shade of white."

Charles slouched in his seat and dramatically put his now-empty tea cup back on the tray he was given. "I have more enthralling things to do my friend, like talk to beautiful girls such as yourself and stay in the dark of my room to drink tea."


"GOOD MORNING."

"Raven, go away. It's far too early for this."

"Charles, it's 11:11, so I think you should put your big girl panties on and use your wish while the time is right," his sister teased him.

"I know you well enough to know you are mocking me right now, can you get my tea for me please?"

"Only after I've sprinkled my pixie dust and then you can wish that your Prince Charming will call you."

"You're such a delight, especially this early." Raven snorted at these words.

"I know. So anyway, I think you should call Oliver, yes?" Charles didn't reply, instead he turned over and put his pillow over his aching head. Alcohol never made him throw up but it gave him the worst possible head aches.

"I'm going to take that as an enthusiastic 'Yes!' then. We'll call him tonight after the party."

The man didn't bother to look at his sister, he pretended to snore so that she'd leave him in peace.

"I love it when you drink too much. It's so much more fun."

"Yes well I won't be drinking tonight, I should have stayed sober for his actual birthday but never mind." The hungover man sat up and looked at Raven with sleep laden eyes. "You know what? I have a feeling I'll meet someone else tonight anyway, so why bother with what's-his-name?" Raven passed Charles his tea cup and grabbed his chin,

"You are not getting out of this, I'm going to make sure you call him back because being a slut does not suit you at all."


Well, this sure was fun. Eleven hours later into the day, or night, the Xavier mansion was filled with quite a few people all having a good time. Charles finished the yardee to much applause and demanded Sean was next. Passing it over to his red headed friend and hitting rather than patting him on the back, Charles made his way to the bathroom that was being used for the night. Clusters of people tried to talk to the host, but he was getting desperate for a leak by now and didn't really hear what anyone was saying. 'Just smile and agree with whatever they're saying.' he thought to his drunken self, as he passed through a small crowd.

"Are you okay Xav?" a random voice asked him. Charles turned around to see who it was and wasn't surprised to find Alex standing behind him.

"Of course my friend, I'm just desperate for the bathroom, it's probably better if I go and use mine I guess." The pale brunette said, looking over at the line for the toilet. "Yeah, I think I'll go and use my own."

"Mmm, good idea. Hey, have you seen Hank? He's been avoiding me I swear." Alex asked, a little desperate sounding.

"Not tonight, he's probably using his own bathroom."

The young blonde boy chuckled and nodded his head, not looking any less unsettled.


'That was possibly the best pee of my entire life,' the pale brunette said out loud to himself. He was in his bedroom's ensuite drying his hands on a towel and trying to sober up a little. 'Wow I feel good right now.'

Leaving the ensuite, he walked over to his bomb site of a desk and sat down in the leather chair. 'Groovy. Totally groovy.'

"Oh shit."

"Yes, that's how I felt this morning but this vodka has helped quite a bit."

"What?"

"Well Raven and Sean made me this new drink, to be honest I think it was just every alcoholic beverage we have mixed with raspberry juice and it really has helped that head ache I had this morning."

"You aren't alarmed that there is someone in your bedroom right now?"

"No, there's 100 or so someone's in my house right now, doing god knows what." Charles told the stranger, who he still hadn't had a look at yet. He got up and turned the light on and studied the man that was casually standing over his bedside table.

"Well, why are you in here anyway?" The drunken man tried to charmingly ask the other.

"I was just looking for a bathroom that didn't have an hour long queue." The stranger told him.

"Yes, well it's not beside my bed, although that would certainly be handy… it's over there," Charles gestured to his left. He certainly is really good looking and I don't think it's just the alcohol, he thought, unfortunately this time it was out loud.

"Sorry? Did you just-"

"Yes I think I did just say that out loud, so what were you aaaactually looking for, my friend?"

"Erik Lehnsherr, and honestly Charles Xavier, I've been looking for you."


A/N: Hi everyone! (Oh god I really hope at least one person reads this.) I just wanted to say that this is my first ever fan fic and I really hope I did these characters justice in the first chapter and that you like it! Wow, that's a bunch of firsts. Anyway, I also wanted to alert anyone that I'm going to try not to have too much overly soppy Cherik romance since I think that there's already enough of that out there (I've read most of it!) but I can't promise anything! Oh also, I do not own anything to do with X-MEN, XMFC etc.

Well I hope you like it and I would truly appreciate any sort of feedback in a review etc. Thank you! xxxo