A/N: The story takes place right after Sebastian Shaw attacks the CIA facilities and the group of mutants lose two of their team members. Before Cerebro was destroyed in the fight, Charles had seen a young mutant woman he and Erik had not contacted before but who could join them in this time of need. So they go after her while the mutant kids get used to their first days living in Xavier mansion.
Those were the most beautiful eyes I'd seen in my life. And Hell I'd seen a lot of them in over two decades. A few thousands, very likely. And if multiplied by the uncountable scenarios I had seen those other eyes in and the endless possibilities that held each one of them... Those were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Period. So, when I raise my head from my notebook with the pen still in one hand and a coffee cup in the other, and realize those beautiful sky blue eyes are now looking at me from across the room..., I can't help but to blush and return the look with a fascinated smile reflected in both my lips and gaze once I recover from the brief illusion of being in paradise. Because, like if those eyes weren't sky like enough, they seem to transport me to Heaven when I look through them.
The young man stops talking to one of the waitresses, thanks her politely, walks across the crowded café and takes a sit a few steps away from me next to another man. He starts talking friendly with the man while sipping his tea and looking around. His dark brown hair over his pale face makes the perfect contrast to frame those beautiful eyes of his. The two men look disappointed for a while. Then, he smiles at his companion and points at my way..., or maybe at the waitress behind me. I immediately look away, like if I hadn't been staring. With all the noises and voices in the room one probably couldn't tell what they're talking about, but once I focus on somebody it's like if magically I could get what I should know from that person. It's always been this way, like if the universe gave me a hint of what I needed to see.
"Sorry, Erik. But as she isn't working here today, I don't know where else we can find her. I have reasons to believe she has left her house. The waitress also told me she changed her shift this week, but informed me we could possibly find her here in a few days when she's supposed to come back." The man with the blue eyes says calmly, yet not discouraged, in an evident British accent.
"I guess we have nothing else to do here, then. I don't know why we thought finding others would be easy... What was her mutation, again?" The other man says with a stern and disbelieving look. This man..., Erik, is taller, his hair color is a much lighter brown, and he oozes confidence like no one in the room. I could have said he's handsome if I hadn't fallen for the other man's lovely sky blue eyes first. Wait, this Erik has pretty light eyes too, although they are not as fascinating. Not for the moment.
"I don't know. Although she might be in trouble. Apparently, her sudden absence has something to do with it..."
Erik looks at him silent, more confused than curious.
"The waitress I spoke with doesn't know she's a mutant, neither any of her coworkers. From what I saw in their memories when I mentioned the girl we're after and from what I felt when I contacted her with Cerebro, she seems to be desperate to control her gift. She might think she can harm somebody with her powers, but it appears that her mutation is not dangerous enough to keep her from working here... If there's something I know, is that her gift is one I'm excited to know more about. We can help her, Erik!" The British man explains and whispers this last part exited.
"Oh, please tell me we are not wasting our time, Charles. Specially if we don't know whether she is coming back or not, and if we don't know where she is..." Erik complains at Charles.
"Charles... His name is Charles." I think. "And they're talking about gifts and powers like mine, aren't they? They're looking for the young waitress who's not here, the punk one... Cath?. Does she also have a gift? Did they just call it a mutation?" I keep drinking my coffee trying not to let them know I can hear them.
"Silence. Someone heard us." Charles stops Erik and takes a quick look to everybody in the room.
"So, you know my name... Have we met before?" I can clearly hear a voice speaking these words in my head. Fantastic! I'm not sure whether my mind is giving me another moment of inspiration and creativity for the novel I just was so avidly writing on my notebook or if I can hear an angel speaking to me, because this voice sounds divine.
"Well, that's definitely new. Usually people think they're losing their minds the first time they hear me. But an angel? No, I don't think so. Thank you for the compliment, though." I hear the voice in my head and its exquisite quiet laughter.
"I-I don't think we've met." I think to the voice, looking everywhere just in case I can find its source. "So..., I'm not crazy, and you are not and invention of my mind?" I try to ask to the angelical voice.
"No, you're not crazy. I'm very real, and definitely not and invention of your mind."
"Then, who are you!? Where...?" I look around and see the two men —whose conversation I was listening to a minute ago— still quiet in the table next to mine. Watching me. And Charles is looking at me with his beautiful gaze again, but this time with a smile on his lips. Now I don't know what to do. The heavenly voice in my head is captivating but Charles' face is just delightful. Oh! If I only knew to which one paying attention to...
"You know my name... I'm Charles. Charles Xavier. My pleasure." The voice says as Charles closes his eyes widening his smile to me. Only then I notice the similarity of the angelical voice in my mind and the voice of the British guy next to Erik.
"No way..." I drop my pen.
