A/N: Alright, so this is my first fanfiction to actually be put out here! I have written a totally different Indiana Jones fanfic, and depending on how this goes, maybe that can come out at some point too! Anyways, I've been writing this since the begining on July, and I've already gotten like 19 chapters written so, I hope to be able to update at a frequent rate at least for a little while! :) Otherwise, I normally go through phases of crazy writing sprees, and then phases of ever-so-feared writers block, with minimal writing being done. :P So I can try my best! :)

Anyways...This obviously starts in Cuba, but then goes AU! And it starts non-Cherik for the few chapters, but do you seriously know how impossible it is to write a non-Cherik story? :D not that that is a bad thing! But for those of you who don't ship 'em, here is your initial warning!

Alright, well, I should probably let you read it now, but please let me know what you think? I'll try my best to keep a constistant updating schedule! :)

Disclaimer: Really, I owned this, Erik would have never divourced Charles on that beach, and they'd live happily ever after raising and training mutant babies! :) All charcters belong to Stan Lee, Marvel, and all those other people!

Charles looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. Though however hard he tried, his eyes kept swelling beyond control. All he could think about was the last few seconds he had experienced. He vaguely remembered standing up, a pain beyond explaining – shooting from his back and up into his spine – and collapsing again.

Which brought him back to where he was. Laying in the sand, pain pulsing through every part of his body, tears flooding in his eyes. Stop acting like an idiot Charles, he told himself. You have more strength than this. And with that, he attempted to stand up. But that idea left as soon as it had come. His legs felt incapable of holding any weight. Finally accepting his predicament, he slowly laid himself down onto the ground.

However, before he could fully lie down, a hand caught his head instead.

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Watching his friend collapse before his eyes, Erik forgot about everything around him. He lost all concentration on everything else and darted toward his friend. He leaped over Charles and his head before it could touch the ground.

"I'm sorry…I didn't kno…I didn't realize…" Erik said, trying to hold back any tears. He looked at his friend's condition. Erik sensed a piece of metal lodged in Charles's back. With as much caution as possible, he slowly pulled out the bullet, retracing its path. "If only I'd known. I could have…" but he stopped. In front of him stood Moria. "You. You did this." She shot the bullet. It was her fault Charles was laying in the pain he was. Erik's thoughts filled with rage.

"No." Erik stopped his hatred thoughts. "No, you did this my friend," Charles gasped out, each word hurting as much as the next.

Any thought of harming Moria left. Charles was right. He did this. It was his fault Charles laid in front of him in pain. If this is what's to become of me, Erik thought, hurting the few people that care for me, about me, then what am I doing?

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Charles watched as Erik's face changed from extreme hatred, to calmer saddening thoughts. He considered entering his friend's mind, but thought against it. Not only did he want Erik to think this through on his own, he couldn't imagine the pain it would inflict upon himself.

Charles watched as Erik signaled over the others. Before he knew it, he saw the faces of his friends – his family – leaning over him. He wanted them to be smiling, excited over their stopping of the next world war. However hard he wished for it, it would never come true. All five of them looked concerned. A few had tears rolling down their faces. The others were clearly holding some back.

"Professor, I need you to remain still," Hank spoke out. "It is very possible there is spine damage, in which case I need you to remain where you are, preventing any other injury."

Charles gave a slight nod and held out his hand. To his relief, Raven was there to grab it. Out of everyone, she appeared the most worried. It will be okay he thought to her, then wincing at the pain it caused him. She gripped his hand tighter.

"We need to get you to a hospital Professor. If we helped support you, would you be able to balance?" Hank said quickly, trying to rush the matter along.

"No." Hank stared at Charles. Charles's hand still in Raven's, "I can't feel my legs."

Raven felt her brother's grip loosen.

Charles's vision went black.

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Erik stepped away from the group. He watched the others gather around Charles. He felt unworthy. This is my fault. His friend last word's still rang in his head, "I can't feel my legs." I did this. Massive waves of guilt went through Erik's thoughts. If anything, he thought, anything beyond repair happens… He stopped himself. He couldn't think like that. Charles will be fine. But he knew that was a lie. He can't feel his legs…

"Erik," Hank called out, in tone that made it seem it wasn't his first time calling out to him. "We need you over here."

Erik gave a slight nod and quickly kneeled beside his best friend. He thought about apologizing again, but Hank interrupted that thought.

"Erik, I need you to create a platform. Preferably using the metal around us. It needs to be able to hold, and fit the Professor. From there we can lift him…" but Erik tuned out and began his project.

It was much more difficult than one would expect. Sure, there was a lot of metal nearby. However, much of the metal was warped beyond repair. Or more so warped beyond repair for his certain state of being. There was no way that he was finding a point between rage and serenity with Charles laying in that crippled position at his cause.

If Erik did indeed find a usable piece of metal, it was too small to hold his limber friend. Erik paused his frantic thoughts. He took a deep breath, and began to feel the metal around him. The presence of Shaw's submarine was obvious, but Erik couldn't allow himself to use any of its metal. Shaw was the reason for them being on the beach. Shaw was behind all of it. Erik couldn't use something of his to help Charles.

Erik was about to cave when he felt other metal. The Blackbird, he thought. He immediately darted to their jet. Quickly breaking off a chunk, Erik smoothed out a platform and levitated it over to the others.

Hank seemed impatient by the time that Erik finally got the homemade stretcher to him. "Okay, Erik, I need you to help me get the Professor onto this platform. We have to keep him as still as possible, along with trying to keep him in his current position," Hank explained.

Erik did as he was told, and before they knew it, Charles was floating on a metal platform that was being levitated by Erik.

"Azazel," Erik said. The red mutant turned towards him. "I don't know what Shaw promised you, but you must understand. I knew Shaw; he would have never carried through with his end of the deal. If you teleport us to a hospital, anything… everything… you did with Shaw will be forgotten. You can stay with us. Train with us. You and your friends. Just teleport us." Please he thought.

Hank stared at Erik in pure amazement.

"Let us go free, and we will help you," Azazel replied. Erik paused. Would Charles want these mutants out on their own? But before he could refuse…

"Okay," Hank said, questioning Erik's uncertainty. "Erik, I need you to keep Charles floating as he is. Make sure you keep one hand on him, and one on the platform, guaranteeing that both pieces transport with us. Everyone else, I need you to make sure you all hold onto each other. Make sure someone is touching Erik, and that we all are connected to Azazel." Hank took a pause and turned to the red mutant. "We need to get to a hospital, preferably one in New York."

"I know just the one."

"Good. Everyone ready?" Hank asked. A few nodded.

Erik grasped Charles hand. Hold on my friend.

Bamf.

And they were gone.

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