Author's Note:

This is the first fan fiction I've ever written, so feel free to criticize it as much as you like in the reviews. I've tried writing before but it's never worked out so I figured if I got comments from a stranger it would help. Also, I have no experience with fanfics and I have no idea how long a chapter should be, what I should do (say no copyright infringement intended?), what I can't etc. If you can leave a review that would be really helpful. I wrote this in P.O.V.s, from the perspective of different characters.

This happens a few weeks after the events of X-Men: First Class, except Charles isn't in a wheelchair (AU ish). I'm no expert on the X-Men universe as I've never read the comics and only saw the movies, so forgive me if I make any historical errors. There might be some mild bad language but the furthest we'll go down love lane is some kissing. Anyways, I'll let you start. Hope you enjoy!

Erik

Don't think about him, I told myself.

Against my will, my mind drifted. Sand. Sun. Waves. Eventually, as much as I tried to prevent it, the pieces formed together in my mind and eventually settled on a horribly familiar pair of blue eyes. Wide, agonized blue eyes. Blue eyes belonging to my best friend, the one I had possibly killed. It was my fault. All. My. Fault. I shouldn't have deflected that bullet off myself. If it had hit me instead, maybe-

"You don't have to do that to yourself, you know."

The vivid and painful train of thoughts disappeared as my head snapped up, and found myself staring straight at a woman of diamond. Emma Frost. I snatched up my helmet that I had placed on the table and placed it on my head, the heavy metal starting a gradual headache, reminding myself of why I had taken it off in the first place.

"What are you doing here?" I spat, a little more harshly than I intended.

She showed no sign of displeasure, the diamond on her body disappearing and being replaced by normal skin. Ignoring my question, she replied with,

"When you got me from the CIA, you told me that your telepath friend… was gone."

I tensed, knowing what was coming next. I had been mulling it over in my own head for quite some time.

"You said that you hoped I would fill the gap he left. That doesn't seem to be working."

There was no emotion on her face as she said all this, and you would have thought that she didn't care what you were going to say.

I tried to make the words sound right in my head. Even though Frost was the most cold-hearted bitch I had met, she was a valuable ally in the inevitable upcoming war. I decided agreeing was the best option.

"You're right. Did you expect it to?"

There was a pause. "No."

Standing up, she walked out of the hotel room in the hotel that Azazel had teleported us into. We had checked in and booked separate rooms, each with an individual key. I had no idea how she got in, but I was probably so deep in thought I hadn't noticed the door opening. Taking the blasted helmet off my head, I collapsed onto my bed, suddenly noticing the lateness of the hour. Soon, I fell into a fully clothed sleep.

I was woken in the middle of the night by a warm weight pressing on the bed next to me. My eyes immediately shot open as I sat bolt upright, looking at the intruder. Sighing in relief at the familiar blue form of Raven, I closed my eyes briefly.

"Raven, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, Erik, I thought that you wouldn't mind a little bit of company," she said, that mischievous glint in her eye.

"Raven, get out of my bed," I said flatly. I was tired, and she was, what? Six years? Eight? Younger than me.

"But Erik-" she started to protest.

"You're too young!"

"I'm old enough to decide what I want," she said defiantly, staring straight into my green/blue eyes with her strange yellow ones.

"So am I, and I have," I replied before I could stop myself.

She turned her head away abruptly, but not before I caught the hurt on her face. She didn't understand that I loved her, but just not in the same way as she loved me. It was like being in a relationship with your sister. It just felt so wrong.

"Look, Raven, I'm sorry-"

"You don't have to apologize, Erik. I understand."

She got off the bed and started heading towards the door. I made one last attempt.

"Raven-"

"If you don't want me, then fine. Just tell me. There's no need to explain."

Just before she closed the door, she added, "Besides. It's Mystique."

And then the door clicked shut, and she was gone. What was it with her and that stupid name? Groaning, I suddenly realized how cold I was, and pulled a blanket on top of myself. I tried to stay awake and figure out how I could explain to her what I felt without hurting her, but eventually drowsiness overtook me and I fell asleep, dreaming of deep blue eyes and Raven's warm weight next to me.

A/N:

Did you like it? If you've come this far then thank you so much for reading my story. It is my first attempt and I hope it wasn't too bad. Please give me a review, it would really help! Thanks!