AN: This is my first attempt to write something akin to fanfiction...Please treat it nicely and don't flame.
Note: this fic contains MaleXMale SLASH and MPREG. Don't like, Don't read.
Rating: T (first chapter anyway)
One
"Fire."
He could hear the echo of the command inside his head. It bounced strangely in his skull and everything seemed to suddenly go still. He turned his head, feeling as if the air around him had thickened like spider webs, making the movement hard. He saw Erik's lips draw down in a line, his face hardening into an expressionless mask as he raised his left hand, eyes trained intently on the hundreds of missiles flying their way.
And Charles Xavier could not say a thing.
His throat felt too tight for words. All this time, he had been hoping against hope that his efforts to protect the humans had made some difference. He hadn't expected much, but like a stone in a pond causes ripples, it should have at least made a difference. But he had been wrong. Their lives meant nothing to them.
Out of the corner of his eye, Charles saw Raven cover her mouth with trembling hands and close her eyes. He bit his lip, turning to see the missiles do a one-eighty in the air and come to a stop in the air. A grim smile was spreading over Erik's face, his hand still outstretched.
"Erik, please don't do this." He gasped hoarsely. "There are thousands of innocent men there!"
"I've been at the mercy of men just following orders." He caught Charles's eye, "never again."
Charles watched in mounting horror as he waved his hand. And the missiles were off, heading back where they had come from.
"No, release them!" his head was pounding in sync with his heart and he made a flying tackle at Erik, catching him around the middle of his waist and falling back into the sand. Pain exploded in his temple as Erik's elbow connected with his face but he held on.
"Let go of me, Charles. Don't make me hurt you." Erik flipped them over so that he was straddling his chest and punched Charles in the face.
"Please…" he whispered as pain lanced through his abdomen. "Please…for the sake of your child…"
Confusion flickered in Erik's blue eyes and he actually stopped in mid punch. "What did you say?"
"I said…" taking advantage of the moment, Charles kneed his friend in between the legs and shoved him off. He stood shakily, wiping blood from his split lip. "I said you're going to be a dad."
Taking his eyes off Erik, (who was crouched in the sand, hissing in pain) he looked up to see the missiles explode in midair, so very close to the army of men still gawking up at the sky. He had saved them. Again.
He turned back to Erik when the man gave a choking-gasping sort of laugh and rolled over onto his back. "Huh, so you save the humans again, Charles. And with such a dishonorable blow."
Charles crouched down to study his friend's features. Something akin to disgust and anger boiled beneath those cerulean blue orbs and he smiled slightly, wiping sand off Erik's nose with his index finger. "It was a rather low blow, but I think you'll live." He said shortly, smiling a little when Erik's eyes fluttered lazily at his touch.
"Just so you know, if I lose the child because of you pulling a few moves on me, I'm so going to have your skin." He winced as he stood up, ignoring the sudden intake of breath from Erik, who still looked winded.
"Moria, it's okay now. Please put the gun away." Charles turned to face the startled agent, his hand going to his lower stomach as another bolt of pain shot through him. "Moria, please! No!"
He felt, rather than saw Erik struggle to stand next to him and watched in horror as she raised her gun, pointed at Erik and jerked her finger. Erik's head was still bent low, his neck open and vulnerable. Charles did the only thing he could think of and stepped into the bullet's path.
So that was how it felt to be shot, he thought almost calmly as he jerked and lost his balance. But he didn't fall to the ground. Warm arms encircled him and he was pulled against a strong firm chest, the jarring movements making his vision flicker. He could hear Erik shouting something into his ear and the sound of other screams as well. But his head seemed too heavy to think straight and he could barely move his fingers. He wanted to reassure Erik that he was fine but what came out was a garbled 'wuh…'
Faces were blurred as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and slowly the world faded into darkness. His last thoughts were please don't let me loose the baby and I won't envy myself when I wake up the next morning.
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