"L'eau, s'il vous plaît," Erik nodded at the stewardess. She nodded in return, then looked to me for my drink order.

"Un chardonnay, réfrigérés," I said, crossing my legs. Hopefully Alcohol would be able to numb the excruciatingly long plane ride from France to Argentina.

"Très bon," she responded, "Rien d'autre?" She leaned slightly forward, asking my brother more so than me.

We both shook our heads and she smiled widely at him, "Je reviendrai," The lady turned towards the back cabin, to fetch our drinks.

I raised a lone brow at Erik, in which he returned with a mirrored expression. "What?" He asked before I did.

"Nothing," I shrugged and leaned back into the headrest. "My brother, ever the charmer," I mused.

He rolled his eyes, choosing not to retort, and looked across me and through the window. I followed his gaze and stared at the vast blue ocean below us.

"We're going pretty far this time," I said dryly at the distance we'll be from Europe. We never had a home after the war, but the entire continent was the closest thing I could call to it.

"There's a chance that he'll be there, are you ready?" He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, "Lena?"

"I've been ready since 1945," I swallowed the lump in my throat and frowned, "Though, I don't like that there's only a chance."

"I don't like it anymore than you do, but I can feel it, we're close. It will no longer be only a chance," He said seriously, "We'll get him."

I huffed and changed the subject, opting to not think about the man we had been hunting down for the short time I could allow myself to do so. "Maybe I'll finally get a decent souvenir. The one from the bank doesn't count, the metal filling wasn't really festive."

I could hear him hold back a snort and as I looked at him the corners of his lips were slightly lifted, "Maybe we'll just get a postcard."

"Voici les boissons," The stewardess reappeared with the drinks, handing them to us.

"Merci," Erik tilted his head forward and sipped at the water. She smiled widely again, and walked back to her station, taking quick peeks back at him as she made her way.

I gulped at the wine and closed my eyes, hoping to at least get some rest before we arrived at the airport.

Villa Gessel was beautiful in all its glory. Warm in the late afternoon sun, the closeby sparkling blue lake, and a backdrop of striking white-tipped mountains. It was unfortunate that the reason we were there wasn't because of recreational purposes.

Erik walked briskly as I trailed behind him, he was a man with a mission. Well, we both had a mission today, but his eyes were dead set on the cabin-like pub in front of us. I could feel the focus radiating off his back. My own body was tense, contrasting with the gentle breeze that blew by.

It was a day of reckoning.

He entered the pub more casually than before, a kind of swagger in his steps, and placed his hat and jacket on the coat stand. "Buenas tardes, Caballeros," he greeted the three men.

"Buenas tardes," the bartender welcomed back.

I smiled as an acknowledgement to the two men, before I joined Erik at the bar.

"Calor, no?" I heard him say with the bartender replying yes, "Una cerveza, por favor."

I eyed him, getting a beer at this time, he just eyed me back and tapped at his elbow before setting his gaze at a picture on the right wall. Following his gaze, the face I truly wished wasn't so familiar to me stared back at us, it was Schmidt. He was with two other men on a boat named the Caspartina.

Erik blinked a few times before turning away to the beer given to him. Adrenaline rushed into my veins, now knowing that we were on the absolute right track. We were close, like Erik said, so unbelievably close to getting what we wanted. My back tingled as I recognized the two men in the picture to be the ones behind us. I tapped my nails against the counter, not able to keep still. Erik nudged me, recognizing one of my habits. It was time to keep calm, he would take the lead.

"German beer," he exclaimed in German, with a small pleasantly surprised tone, I could never fathom how easily he kept his cool.

"Claro," the Bartender replied, wiping a cup down.

Erik gulped down the beer and one of the men behind us laughed, "Yes, it's Bitburger, you like?"

His mouth slightly twitched and he smirked, faking a tiny laugh, "The best." Erik turned around to face the two men, playing checkers and drinking beer. It irked me that they could afford to so easily become relaxed after everything they had done in their lives.

"What brings you to Argentina?" Erik asked politely.

"Oh, the climate, I'm a pig farmer," he laughed loudly again and Erik laughed with with him, I could only manage a small wry smile.

The other man with a cigarette in hand joined in, "Tailor, since I was a boy. My father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf."

"Our parents were from Dusseldorf," my brother exclaimed reaching a hand out to join them at the table. I knew where this was going.

"What was their name," the tailor said, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"They didn't have a name," Erik said, taking a seat. The men looked at each other in minor suspicion.

"It was taken from them," he brought his beer glass up to the men's to clink against and they reluctantly went along with him, "by pig farmers…. and tailors," Erik's teeth gleamed as he smiled.

All three men drank their beers as they observed each other, one clearly more relaxed than the others. As they set the beers down, Erik slowly turned his arm over to reveal the scar of a tattoo on his arm.

I chuckled at his showmanship at the two looked at me, the defenseless woman, with the smallest of hope in their eyes, like this was a cruel joke. Shaking my head, I pulled my sleeve up and exposed my own set of numbers. Recognition filled their faces.

In a flash the pig farmer unsheathed a dagger from his side, with the intention of attacking Erik. But Erik grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm to the table, taking the dagger out of his hand.

He read the inscription, "Blood and honor. Which one would you like to shed first?"

"We were under orders," the man desperately pleaded him, like it would change the fact he did what he had.

"Blood then," Erik said, raising up the knife to stab his palm, he screamed in pain.

I sat at the bar unflinching, used to his usual antics. The bartender grabbed me from behind yelling, "Freeze, bastard," he held a gun against my head, assuming that it was a smart move to hold me hostage. I remained motionless, giving absolute trust in Erik's abilities.

Erik stared at him and the gun moved, to his frightened bewilderment, at the tailor and a shot was fired, the tailor going down with it.

"Lena," he said quietly.

"Yeah," I replied as he let go of his control on the gun. The Bartender quickly directed it at him, but before his finger could even touch the trigger I grasped the arm that was wrapped around my neck and shocked him. I could see the blue electrical currents flow through his body as he fell to the floor.

Brushing my hair back from my face, I looked at the remaining pig farmer who gasped in fear, looking from me to Erik, "Who… what are you?"

Erik drank what was left of his beer and answered him, "Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster." He got up and walked to the picture, "And I'm looking for my creator." His arm reached out to grab the gun that levitated into his hand and quickly turned to shoot the squirming man once and for all.

We swam in the dark water, towards the large illuminated yacht, Caspartina, that the picture from the bar had given evidence of. As we arrived, our heads broke from underneath the cold surface and the two of us swam closer.

My stomach was in knots knowing that in a matter of minutes we would be encountering the man we had been hunting for so many years. Before we climbed up the chained ladder, which Erik had made go over the side to us, I touched his arm to momentarily stop him.

I would have rather not reminded him, but I had to, recalling his reckless tendencies. This was the big one, and his choices would mean a lot more this time. "Remember," I whispered sternly, "to live, it's together or nothing."

He nodded briskly, "Together or nothing," and turned to the ladder to climb up.

We remained crouched as we approached the source of the light on the yacht. Erik stood and unsheathed the dagger he had taken from the pig farmer. Blood and honor.

I had joked earlier that this was a decent replacement for the filling. He laughed then, but he wasn't laughing now.

His head motioned around the corner and he walked ahead, revealing himself. I followed closely and stepped in the light almost as soon as he did.

"Herr Doktor," Erik said, carefully getting closer.

I looked to see three people. A man off to the side and a blonde woman immediately on the left of the man in the middle. We had finally found him, Schmidt was right in front of us. The group stood up in alarm but Schmidt held one of them back, seemingly not threatened by our appearance.

"Little Erik Lehnsherr," he said, smiling and reciprocating Erik's German, "and with sister, Lena Lehnsherr."

"He's here to kill you," the blonde woman told him.

I was down on the floor before I could tell what was happening to me, my hands trying to cover my head from the pain, but failing to. Barely managing to open an eye, all I could see was Erik in a similar position. Crouched, and suffering.

Images started to replace my vision, the buried memories of torture and abuse flashed before my eyes. It felt like someone was stabbing my brain while simultaneously stretching it apart.

The pain abruptly stopped as I looked up to see Erik throwing the knife at the woman, who was now covered in diamonds. She caught it easily and kicked him off the yacht. I lunged forward, resonating with static blue energy to bring her down. She kicked me off as well, but not before I could smell the bit of burning I was able to inflict on her diamond skin.

Right as I managed to surface the water and breath, a large horn sounded, lights started to flood the area surrounding the yacht.

"This is the US Coast Guard, do not attempt to move your vessel."

Boats were quickly headed towards our direction, no doubt ready to take out anyone anywhere near their target.

"Fuck," I yelled as I saw Erik wading nearby, "what are we going to do now?"

I heard a furious rushing and two twin tornadoes took out the boats that were trying to get to the yacht.

Erik glanced at me and stuck his arm out, the anchor and chains of the ship coming out of the water.

I looked back in confirmation and reached my own arm out, electrifying the tip of the anchor. He threw at the boat and spliced through it, destroying the top two decks. Wrapping the chains around the body, he pulled back the walls collapsed in on themselves, a fire starting at the electrical current coursing through the wood.

"They're getting away," I announced feeling the workings of the submarine underneath us.

His eyes widened in a mad frenzy, his face tensing up, his arms raised in protest.

"No!" I shouted, as he begun to be dragged along with the sub, "You'll drown!"

I wanted to do something, anything, but there was no conductor that could've connected me with the escaping submarine. I was rendered useless unless I wanted to shock and kill everything in the surrounding waters and Erik knew I would never do that, even if it meant we would get Schmidt.

I jumped and grabbed at his torso before he could escape from my reach, desperately trying to get him to stay in place. "It's together or nothing!" I painstakingly yelled, while water filled my mouth, "Together or nothing!"

He paid no attention to me and his eyes remained set on the sub. Faintly, I could hear the voice of someone in background shouting at us, but it disappeared as Erik was pulled down into the water, me along with him.

I held onto Erik, chancing that by maybe saving my life, he would save his own too. The water enveloped us as I struggled to remind him, the bubbles blocking my sight, my own depleting oxygen.

A hand grabbed at my shoulder and next to me a man tried pulling me back. I kicked him off, not knowing who the hell he was, but he remained on me and his voice abruptly pierced into my head, "Let me save him."

I eyed him in alarm, "Let me save him."

Reluctantly I let him latch on, if it meant that Erik would live. The man struggled with my brother, trying to keep him back. There was no doubt that he was doing a similar thing to Erik as he did to me. Erik finally relaxed, relented, and the both of us swam Erik up to the surface, all of us gasping for breath when we reached it.

"Get off me! Get off!" Erik shouted at him pushing him away and holding me back, away from the man.

"Calm down, just breathe," he told him and then yelled back to the Coast Guard's ship, "We're here!'

"Who are you?" Erik spat out as he spat water out.

"My name is Charles Xavier," he said, swimming against the current.

"You were in my head," Erik's statement sounded more like a question and I could detect the slightest hint of vulnerability. I wondered what Charles had said to him. "How did you do that."

"You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you. Just calm your mind," his expression stern in his need for Erik to cool down.

Erik took a couple of breaths at his surprise, "I thought we were alone."

"You're not a alone," Charles corrected him. "Erik," he turned his head to me aswell, "Lena, you're not alone."

I wasn't sure if I could trust his words, but even so, an enormous uncontrolled sense of relief flooded my being.

We were not alone.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Next chapter we'll get to know Lena more, there was a ton of action in this one and she's not the most talkative person so I thought it would be natural if she remained more silent than not.

I absolutely loved the beginning of first class, with all the different languages, so I used some French and Spanish. I was going to go all out with the German too, but I figured it was too much.

So here are the translations for anything not in english (apologies if anything is inaccurate, google translate is my friend) :

Water, please

A chardonnay, chilled

very good, anything else, I'll be back

here are the drinks

thanks

good afternoon gentlemen

good afternoon

hot, no?

a beer please

of course