A/N: This fic is supposed to be based off of the House of M storyline from the X-Men comics, it's mainly just Cherik so be warned, also basically in case my summary didn't do this story justice, it's about almost every X-Man and Woman dying in the battle against the Scarlet Witch, but then they are reborn, all of them remember their past lives and they have their powers, but Charles somehow doesn't know who the hell all these people are and why they keep calling him Professor. Also, in this world the government locks away mutants who's powers are too powerfull. Please do enjoy!

"Don't just stand there you idiots! Get him!"

Erik could feel the sweat dripping down his face and drenching his shirt but he kept running, until he came across a gate. A wave of panic set over him, that is, until he remembered exactly what he could do; and what are gates made of? Metal.

He laughed in a languid manner as he raised his hand slowly, steadily; then without much effort and a slight flick off his wrist, he ripped the gate right off its hinges, sending it careening into the watch tower.

Someone in the distance shouted "He's getting away." Really great way to point out the obvious, no Erik was just going for a casual stroll he'd be back later.

There was a loud pang, Erik stopped the bullet mid-air, letting them fall casually to the ground, useless little objects they were. Just when Erik was beginning to wonder if everything was going as planned, he heard the familiar sound that could only be the twin engines of the Blackbird.

Smiling as he was admitted into the plane, he saw Charles, after what seemed like years. Hell, it probably had been years, being stuck in a cell really didn't help you to remember what day it was; or year.

"It seems we always meet under the same circumstances nowadays." Erik said to the Professor as he took his seat next to Kurt, buckling up he could see Kurt inching away from him, the teleporter didn't quite trust or like him.

Charles smiled, "Well old friend, if you didn't always have run in's with the law maybe we wouldn't have to."

Erik bristled at that, "Maybe I wouldn't have to be bailed out all the time if someone would just join my side already." At that the plane grew quiet, everyone was a little tense, seeing as the only reason they were helping Erik was because Wanda was wreaking havoc upon the world. Erik of course, knew that they might be too late, with him being the last resort he didn't know if he could do what he needed to, see even though he never liked children there being no exception even for his own, somehow he felt responsible for Wanda's current state.

"You know that will never happen Erik, we want different things." Charles said hushed voice and all.

I'm sorry. Charles said, clearly seeing the hurt in Erik's eyes.

Erik heard Charles as he spoke loud and clear in his mind. That voice was the only thing that had been his company for the past few weeks, while they were planning this escape Charles had told Erik exactly what to do, said that they'd be waiting for him just beyond the gate. He had hardly believed he'd be seeing his friend again, but here he was. If it were under different circumstances Erik would have been overjoyed.

You and I both know that it would never have worked out.

Again Charles said as he felt no response from Erik, because Erik couldn't think of a thing to say; but now he knew.

You see that's where you have always been wrong Charles.

Of course now Erik was speaking of something completely different, and Charles knew exactly what he was talking about, his eyes taking on a sort of sadness.

Oh, Erik, you know that was so long ago it…

It ment nothing; that's what Erik was afraid Charles was going to say, and right then he wanted his helmet more than anything in the world to shield his mind once again, like he had done for so many years now.

Erik, please listen, I was saying it ment so much to me, but you know we could never go back to that.

He knew that what Charles had said was the truth, but he had no idea how to even respond. How could he? It was a plain and simple understanding that he and Charles would never pick up where they so long ago had begun, before the beach. Before-

Erik you can't keep blaming yourself for-

"Don't; don't even say it." Erik blurted out, which clued everyone into the fact Charles and he were having a conversation that no one else was privy to.

Erik wasn't scared of Charles saying he shouldn't blame himself, but Erik knew that if he talked about that, then he was sure to say the words that Erik had never ever wanted to hear, because all it did was hurt him more and more, knowing that he had been the cause of everything.

He would have snapped if he had let Charles continue on and had heard him say those three words, "I forgive you." He had said it so many times before, but never had Erik felt such pain, from the one time Charles had said it in his mind. It touched his soul, ok maybe touched wasn't the right word.

"Professor we're almost there. I've contacted all the other's and they should be waiting for us as we arrive." Jean said, turning to leave she cast a worried look his way and Erik didn't like it one bit. Like she had heard everything that…oh god she had. He remembered her powers were stronger than ever, and she couldn't quite control them.

30 minutes later and they were in a wide clearing, the only place it seemed safe to land the plane, and they were barely off the plane before all hell broke loose.