Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: AU with mutant powers, during the 2WW. The paths of Moira MacTaggert, a 18 years old volunteer nurse and Charles Xavier, a 26 years old soldier and PhD in mutation cross at Oxford.

Shameless inspired in Twilight, The Notebook, Attonement and, of course, Choira. The fault is all mine XD

I'll show you love

Chapter 1

I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me

Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?

Open my eyes, yeah

It was only just a dream

Just a dream-Nelly

July 15, 1940

Charles Xavier and Erik Lenhsherr had came to Oxford a few days ago, as soon as England had been involved in the 2WW. Erik was there, for obvious reasons. The mysterious and attractive man, who had been born Jewish and had lost his parents, had enlisted in the Army to fight against Hitler and Shawn, after escaping from the last and now, had been using forged documents saying that he was American.

But the handsome young man with wavy hair and blue eyes, was British, although he'd spent most part of his childhood and adult life in the United States, where he'd grown up with his younger sister, Raven. Although being a brilliant professor, with a newly PhD, with the war reaching his country, many men had been summoned to enlist and although Charles hated violence, for him, it didn't solve anything, only hurt people, he hadn't had much choice and needed to fight for his country.

On that sunny afternoon, the two soldiers tenants had the day off and so Erik had chosen to stay in their camp, reading, while Charles had decided to go to downtown, to see what had changed.

Despite the climate of war, the streets, patrolled by US and British soldiers, were full of students enjoying the vacations and couples, looking at the windows' shops or going to the park. Some women passed by Charles, smiling to him, attracted both by his handsome face as by his uniform. Although Charles would smile at them and even blink, he had been already used to all this attention and it didn't help that he also could read their minds, knowing that none of them wanted something serious.

And that was the secret that the two soldier friends shared, they were mutants, tenants from one of the rescue group in the army, where Charles was the leader, under the command of his captain, Carlisle. While Erik, who called himself Magneto, could control any kind of metal, Charles could read and manipulate people's minds. Not only Charles was a mutant, but his half sister who had been adopted, was too, one of the reasons that had led him to study mutation and become quite famous in that search field. But he and Eric knew they shouldn't expose their powers, because people wouldn't understand and although Erik was against it, despising humans for what had happened to his family, had agreed, because at that moment, all he wanted was to win the war and defeat Hitler and Shawn.

Charles was lost in thought, when he saw her for the first time from across the sidewalk. In a simple white dress that fell to her knees, with short sleeves, auburn hair over her shoulders and chocolate eyes. The beautiful young woman seemed hurried, as she waited for the traffic light to change and then she crossed the crosswalk, walking fast, her hair hitting lightly her face.

Her eyes met Charles' for a moment, widening a little at the handsome man and Charles, raising two fingers to his temple, noticed something curious. He couldn't read her mind.

But quickly, he noticed a car that had ignored the traffic light, the driver probably drunk, and would hit the woman. Charles, running, pulled her by the arm, pulling her out of the way in time, but the two lost balance, falling to the ground on the sidewalk.

One of Charles' hands continued to hold her by the arm, while the other was around her waist tightly. Charles had fallen with the brunette over him, between his legs, her head on his chest. Many people stopped to see if they were alright after the driver had escape, but neither cared because the two seemed petrified as they stared at each other. Charles couldn't help but smile slightly, despite his concern, seeing her beauty and the sweetness in her chocolate eyes.

The brunette, who had raised her head from the man's chest, had her face flushed and her eyes widened slightly as she stared at the bluest eyes she had ever seen, which seemed to hypnotize and calm her. Quickly her eyes lowered to his face, admiring his beauty and expression of concern and then to what he was wearing, seeing that he was military.

Two men helped the two to stand up breaking the moment, first pulling the brunette by the arms carefully and then extending a hand to Charles, who then put a hand over her shoulder, gently asking:

"Are you okay?" She gave him a small smile, tumbling her head slightly, noting that he had a British accent.

"I am. Thank you...?"

"Charles. Charles Xavier."

"I am Moira MacTaggert." Charles smiled when then his eyes dropped to her knee that was bleeding and he said concerned:

"Moira, you're hurt, we should go to the hospital to check it."

"You don't need to go with me, but thank you anyway." Moira replied, giggling lightly with a twinkle in her eye, as if she was sharing a secret. "I work there."

Surprised because she looked too young, he asked interested:

"You are a nurse?"

"No. In fact, I've just finished high school. I'm working as a volunteer nurse at the British Army hospital, I wanted to somehow help our soldiers." She revealed, surprised with herself for telling him that, but he gave her a certain aura of warmth and kindness that she had never felt before with any man.

Charles, delighted with her dedication and transparency, stared at her chocolates eyes, feeling a chill as he said, keeping a hand on her shoulder, feeling the strands of hair brush against his hand:

"But I insist on accompanying you."