Title: Tomorrow will take us away
Author: Anae
Beta: Hiekkis (Thank you, dear.)
Fandom: X-men, First Class, movie-verse
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Rating: overall NC-17
Spoilers: Thorough the movie
Disclaimer: Marvel owns the characters, just like the movie. I'm just borrowing it a bit, to show something that they forgot to add. At least in my opinion.
Oh, and I don't even own the title. It's lyrics from "The Bard's song", originally Blind Guardian's, but I prefer Van Canto's version.
Summary: Before he ws Professor X, he was Charles. Before he was Magneto, he was Erik. And this is their story.
A/N: Firstly, my very first X-men fanfiction. I never saw the pairing before the movie, and now I'm addicted to it.
The plan is simple: I go through the whole movie, showing parts that were there and some that weren't. Through this, I'll be showing just how much time the boys have left before the divorce on the beach.
They broke all of our hearts, and I intend to show how much so.
Hope you'll enjoy.
Ps. Rewievs are needed and loved.
Prologue
"Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster."
Erik Lehnsherr stood up, taking a few steps to see the picture on the wall. How pleased the men in looked in it - believing they'd never need to pay for their sins.
That belief, however, was wrong - because of him, and only him.
"I'm looking for my creator."
One bullet, and one more man was dead.
But it wasn't enough, not yet. As a monster, he needed to find his creator - Klaus Smidth. And he would kill him. With his hatred, with his power, it should be no trick at all.
He could - and he would - have his revenge.
~o~o~o~o~o~
"How's that for a magic trick?" Charles mocked after his little sister Raven had given the CIA men a little display of her powers. Telepath's power could be thought as a magic trick if one wanted to be blind and refuse to see the truth - but not Raven's.
"Best I've ever seen."
~o~o~o~o~o~
Erik had counted it all, perfectly.
But there was one thing Erik hadn't realised. He wasn't the only mutant on earth.
But when realisation struck him, he was already back in the cold, dark water.
~o~o~o~o~o~
"A telepath."
Charles' voice was full of awe and wonder as he told them he could feel her inside his mind. The CIA people might've not shared his enthusiasm, but it was amazing - Charles had never met another telepath in his life.
There was just one but. "I'm sorry but I don't think I'm gonna be much help of you tonight. You're on your own."
As the waves - made by another mutant, how amazing was that - swallowed the boats, Charles had no objections getting inside - he wasn't much of a help on board with another telepath blocking him.
That was when he felt another person. Another mutant. In the water.
It didn't take much time to get on the board again. Seeing how this man, another of their kind, moved that massive anchor, Charles could pick up a mixture wonder and fear of Moira's mind.
He, however, could only watch in awe.
~o~o~o~o~o~
"You'll have to let it go!"
Let it go? As if Erik would, he would kill that bastard, right here and now.
That was when Erik felt a pair of strong hands grabbing him from backwards, trying to pull him towards the surface. Trying to save him, even if he didn't thought that at the time. Erik tried to fight them off as the first instinct, but then there was this voice. Inside his head.
You can't.
So he was so low on oxygen he started to hallucinate? Screw that, he would take his mother's killer with him, here and now!
You'll drown. You have to let go.
Wait, that wasn't sound of a hallucination. Someone was really talking to him, inside of his head?
I know what this means to you but you're going to die.
As if anyone would -
Please.
Erik, calm your mind.
Erik let the submarine go, let the murderer go and let himself to be pulled on the surface, to be pulled away from certain death.
He had done like this man had wished him to, but it didn't mean he was happy about it.
"Get off me! Get off!"
The unknown man let him go.
Erik didn't really pay attention what this young man was saying - he simply didn't care. He had questions of his own. A bunch of them, but first ones first.
Who the hell was this man, and how on earth had he been inside of his head?
Charles Xavier.
"You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you. Just calm your mind."
This Charles was calm, yet there was determination and strength in his voice, in his character, like Erik had never encountered before. He didn't really see the other mutant well in the dark night and the bright lights were blinding, yet he didn't even think about running.
But one thought made itself on words.
"I thought I was alone."
Charles barked a laughter, shaking his head, fighting to stay on the surface of the dark water that was so eager to swallow both of them. "You're not alone."
Wasn't he? He might've not been the only mutant like he had thought, but it didn't mean he wasn't alone. He had been alone all his life.
"Erik, you're not alone."
Damn that telepath for being able to read his mind.
Although, the words spread warmth thorough his body - even if he would never admit it. It was warmth that blankets couldn't give, warmth that Erik hadn't felt since his mother died.
So was the first encounter of Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier.
Little did they know at the time about their relationship, about future.
About Professor X and Magneto.
~o~o~o~o~o~
Countdown begins.
Time left: 3 months, 28 days, 22 hours