Ok, my last Fic was awful, I realise that now, so I'm going to actually WRITE a proper story for X Men: First Class. Love you all! xx
In Between Dilemma's
Summary: What did Charles and Moira get up to before Cuba?
Charles' POV
Charles glanced up at Erik as the slightly older man rose from his seat and stretched his muscley arms. He rolled his eyes at his friend's little show he was making in front of Angel and Raven. They were all sat around the round kitchen table. Moira, too, was sat there but, on Charles' request, the entertainment didn't include her...
Flashback...
"Hey, Charles?" Erik asked as they stood in the kitchen, Charles making tea and Erik lazily flicking a Nazi coin he happened to have handy, whilst sitting on the kitchen table.
"No, Erik."
"No what?"
"No, I will not let you go out with my sister."
"Charles, stop reading my mind!" Erik complained, and he stopped flicking the coin. It fell to the floor with a ping.
Charles sighed. "Stop changing the subject! And, anyway, I didn't have to read your mind! I've seen the way you look at Raven."
Erik rolled his eyes behind Charles' back and sighed. He started to flick the coin again. Then he had an idea. "I know!" He exclaimed, "We'll toss on it! Heads, I go out with Raven, Tails I don't."
Charles shrugged. "Or that could work?"
Erik flipped, and it landed on...
"Heads!" He exclaimed, grinning. He stood up and made the spoon Charles was using to stir his tea fly up into the air.
"Alright, you idiot! Calm down"
"Strange, I didn't put you down as a sore loser."
"Alright, but no one else! Especially not that girl, Moira..."
Erik raised his eyebrows. "You like her?"
"No! What? Why would you even think that! I-I don't know what you-"
Erik smirked. "I didn't mean in that way!" He chuckled. "But, if you feel that way about her..."
End of Flashback...
Raven gave her sort-of-brother a look, as if saying, "What is he doing, Charles?"
Charles shrugged. Moira looked up and smiled at them. Erik got bored and left the room, Raven and Angel getting up and following him.
"S-so, Agent MacTaggert-"
"Call me Moira, Charles, please. We're friends."
"Moira. Of course. So. What do you think of my men?"
"Well, they're exceedingly powerful, each one, but I don't think.." She trailed off.
"What don't you think?"
"I-I don't think any of them are half as wonderful as you. Also, they need a name, so you're-"
"We're. You just as involved in this as the rest of us. At least include yourself as part of the group."
"WE'RE then, so we're more linked. It was your idea, so I think, m-maybe... X.. men?"
Charles thought about it. X Men. He liked the sound of that! X Men...
"I like it." He answered truthfully, "It's... unique."
Moira's POV
Charles liked her idea! It was her idea and he liked it! She looked at him, and he looked at her. He smiled, and she melted. Neither of them realised they were leaning closer and closer. And closer. And closer...
"Oh, Shit!" Charles exclaimed and hurriedly stood up and ran from the room.
Fin
So, should I write more? Also, what do you think the reason could be for Charles leaving the room so quickly? :) Love you, and pleease review! (Yes, I do know that 'please' has two 'E's in it)
Fezzie