Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, although I must admit I've been a huge fan since I was 5!

Summary: Food has this knack for bringing uncanny people together, and in that case, it's a good thing both Charles and Erik are quite uncanny.


Perhaps that last pint had been a bad idea. No. It had definitely been a bad idea. Why on earth did Charles go to the bar last night? Especially when he knew he had a class to teach this morning...Wait.
How exactly was he going to teach with a hangover?

Carefully opening his eyes, Charles decided waking up had been a bad idea.
The sunlight hurt his eyes, his head felt groggy, and the summer heat had him sweltering.
Unfortunately, daylight was wasting and Charles had things to do. Slightly adjusting the blanket, Charles sat up on his bed, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples as books clattered to the floor.

"Food. That's what I really need right now. Food," muttered Charles to himself whilst pulling the sheets to his body and drawing himself out of his very warm, very comfortable bed.

Charles slipped down the seemingly endless stream of stairs and grew frustrated as the sheet he had been using to cover himself slid to the floor. However, Charles was hungry, and when Charles is hungry, Charles cannot think, so Charles did the most rational thing he could think of and continued on towards the kitchen where food awaited him. His sheet sat waiting for his return on the stairs.


Morning. A time of peace.
This was Erik's favorite time of the day.

He sat at his kitchen table listening to the clock's ticking while watching people climb into their cars and drive past his home towards their day's work. With the warm scent of coffee tickling his nose, Erik allowed himself a moment to relax, and with a little sigh, Erik closed his eyes.

As he slowly opened his eyes, Erik glanced out his window to see a little blue bird perched on the bushes under the window of his neighbor's home. It tweeted and chirped, flying off leaving Erik to stare into the window.

At first the sight beyond it didn't register. Something must have slipped into his coffee this morning. Erik shut his eyes and opened them again, but the sight persisted.

His neighbor, the cardigan wearing-professor-of-a-neighbor was not wearing his cardigan. In fact, he wasn't wearing anything at all and all Erik could do was stare at Charles as he ate something that looked suspiciously like leftover Chinese food.

Erik's eyes narrowed as he thought, 'Professors should not be eating leftovers like some mongrel'. He could barely contain his anger at the idea of unhealthy food entering anybody's body, nonetheless a professor who was influencing the impressionable minds of the next generation! Alas, before Erik could storm over towards his neighbor's home, a redhead entered his neighbor's kitchen in an extremely blue tracksuit. With a twitch, Erik settled back into his seat, disgusted at his now cold cup of coffee.