Title: Kinkmeme Drabble #1
Author:cathat77
Rating: G
Word Count: 600
Characters: past Charles/Erik, AzazelxRaven, Kurt Wagner
Warnings: nothing
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form does X-Men First Class belong to this author. X-Men First Class is the property of Marvel, and this author is merely borrowing from the Marvel Universe.

"His name is Kurt."

Raven looks at him with her wide yellow eyes. Charles stares at the little bundle wriggling on the cot where he slept merely thirty years ago. The boy is a lively child, always trying to reach something. Even now, Kurt tries to reach for a lock of his hair. A part of him wants to force the baby back into Raven's arms and turn her out. He wants to say that he has no part in this and that she made her bed.

But, he sees Kurt smile, and no, his world doesn't shift into anything awe-inspiring. Instead, he imagines his sister, his Raven, like this child: blue and sunny and happy. He imagines his Raven looking up at her mother just wanting to be loved for the way she looks. He grudgingly nods at Raven, but something niggles at the back of his mind. Something still feels wrong.

His voice croaks out as he asks, "Why Kurt?" Raven flinches, as if physically hurt by the barb laced in the question. Raven turns her back to him, and the moonlight streaming through the window is blocked out suddenly when Raven looks out on the grounds.

Her fingers just barely touch the window. "Azazel wanted to name him Kurt. I didn't stop him."

Charles wants to shake her and shake her until she comes to her senses. He would never inflict the name on any child after what Kurt Marko did to his family. He will never forget the way Marko's cold dead eyes examined him. He will never forget the sound of Cain's screams nor his own when Marko decided to act as the doting father and take them out without Mother.

"Raven, do you love him? Azazel, I mean." The baby is peacefully asleep, eyes closed and with the full roundness of youth in his face.

"Yes."

"Does he know what you're doing with the baby?"

"Yes."

"Raven, if you leave this child here, never come back to see him." She swirls around to face him, anger clear in her face. Charles pulls out the most placid look he can and faces the brunt of her anger.

"How dare you? He's my son! We have every right to visit him."

"No, you don't. He won't be your son after you leave. He'll grow up here with my ideals. And, one day, he'll meet you, out there. He'll think of you as the enemy that his friends talk about. So, no, he won't be your son."

She walks over to Kurt's cot, reaching to stroke his cheek. The baby stirs and makes a soft cry before quieting again.

"Goodbye, my baby." She looks up at Charles, and looking at his face, she finds none of the familiarity they once had. "Goodbye, Charles."

"Goodbye, Mystique."

She is gone as quickly as she came. Charles wheels over to the cot and stares at the child sleeping. He wonders absently whether he would have had a child with Erik. He thinks about that child who would never exist. If it were a boy, he was thinking William, a girl: Genevieve. He imagines that the kid would have Erik's gingery hair but Charles's blue eyes.

But, Charles has Kurt now. And that's okay because Kurt will be happy. He will restore some semblance of happiness in this house by simply being there. And this Kurt will be nothing like that one of his nightmares.

He can only hope not to fail. But, one day, the poor boy would find out that his whole world was a lie.

How about that?