3 AM
Please don't kill me D:
Pairing: Erik / Charles (First Class)
Winnie The Pooh is a reference to an interview
http:/www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=wsyHJOHobNY&feature=relatedstarting at 0:14.
- Please, English is not my first language, so TELL me if you find mistakes, yes? I'm sure there are some...or...many.
At first, he wasn't entirely sure what it was that waked him. As he checked the clock beside his bed it read quarter past three – in the morning. That didn't seem like a normal time to wake up for one without insomnia. Didn't seem like a normal time to wake up without a reason at all.
At least this reason was nice enough to remind him what it was – steps downstairs, some clanging and anyone who cursed quietly. Actually quietly enough one couldn't hear him normally, but in his semi-awake state Charles didn't even know he used his powers – and didn't thought of doing so either. Instead he wrinkled his brow in confusion 'cause he couldn't recognize the voice. Well – not in this moment. All he was able to say was that it wasn't one of the kids and definitely not Raven.
But even being still half asleep, he couldn't help but smile as he took the baseball bat like he did so many years before in the night he met Raven for the very first time.
There was another parallel to that night – the sounds came from the kitchen. Although there ended the accordance. He putted that bat to the side before he spoke up.
"Erik, what the heck are you doing here? Do you even know what time we have?"
That looked like... cooking? What the...why would Erik cook? In the middle of the night?
Actually, as the man turned over to him, he could see a small hint of ...was that guilt or embarrassment?
"Half past nine, why?"
At least his intonation was dry-witted as usual.
"We're not in Germany, Erik, and I don't believe you're a sleepwalker." Charles yawned. "But I want to believe I'm dreaming. Am I?"
While taking, he walked to the chair next to him so he could sit down – he was too tired, if he'd stand another second he'd fall on the ground like a stone – glaring at the other man.
Erik himself seemed to be rather uncomfortable. "Fear not. Don't wanna go back to sleep? I could bring you to your bed if you're afraid you can't make it alone."
A light chuckle. After his mind was still somewhere else – most likely in that bed Erik mentioned – the words came out of Charles' mouth without thinking. "Oh, I always waited for you to get there, but not to put me to sleep, ya know?"
"Y-You're..."
"...ups." There was still a bright smile on his lips as he laid his head on his arm and mumbled against the table "I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"
"Go back to sleep, Charles."
"Don't wanna." The telepath lifted his head again, searching for Erik's eyes. "You waked me – you have to make up for that, yes?"
Erik shook his head. "You're even more like a child when you're sleepy as when you're drunk. C'mon." He reached out to help his friend stand up – just that besaid friend looked at his hand and giggled. Like a girl – or a really small child.
"Naaah, Erik. If you wanna get me into bed, you need to try harder. After all this waiting and stuff."
"Charles."
Jup – it was clearly embarrassment, he was sure now.
"Do I need to carry you first?"
"Uhhh...try it!"
He was actually surprised as Erik did as told and lifted him like he was the child he was acting. Pleasantly surprised. And he took the change to lean his head against his friend's shoulder.
"Do you read me a story, Erik?"
"You're not five."
"I always liked Winnie The Pooh when I was five."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Why were you cooking, anyway?"
"I wasn't."
"You were. I saw it!"
"I was baking."
"You... why?"
"Because it's your birthday, moron. Congrats, by the way."