AN: Alright guys its come to my attention that not only am I not able to get X-Men out of my head, but that I can't get two specific character from that fandom out of my head. Who are those two you may wonder? Well Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr of course. I absolutely LOVED their friendship and what I love more is when they hug!

I'm a hugger, when I was a kid I'd give people I wasn't even friends with a hug if they were upset and crying. So I thought why not write a fanfic just about just that. With that said, this will be a 5 chapter story, the chapters may or may not be in order, and may or may not be short.

I can't stress this enough, but this is NOT a Cherik fanfic! I don't see them as such!

So I hope you guys enjoy another X-Men fanfic, please leave a Review

and I'll see you guys soon.

"...Um... Charles?"

"What is it, Hank?" The British telepath said looking up from his book he was currently reading. Hank, who had his head poking into the study, looked a little hesitate if not slightly nervous. Charles had to force himself to not read the young scientist's mind to find out why Hank felt this way.

"What is it?" He repeated closing his book and setting it on the table and sat up from his comfortable chair.

Hank opened his mouth to answer, but closed it, jerking his head to the right, as loud crash was heard somewhere downstairs. "Hank?" Charles said his name in the form of a question. Hank turned back to look at Charles. "Um, you know that Erik went to the bar a couple of hours ago?" The teen asked. Charles blinked, that was an odd question to ask. Yes, he did see Erik drive away from the Manor to go somewhere, the telepath had no idea that it was to a bar though, the reason was; out of respect for his friends privacy, Charles resisted the urge to use his power on them, and also resisted the urge to follow them when they went somewhere.

Another loud crash came from downstairs, this time with a loud yelp of surprise, followed by a loud whaling scream, that came from Sean. "Well, um... He's back." Hank said pausing to look down the hallway. "But he's sort of drunk. He came back stumbling into the kitchen, I'm amazed he was able to drive his way back without crashing, I'm even more amazed he was able to remember this place at all." Hank realized he weas rambling "Uh...He accidently bumped into Alex, he lost his footing and fell back against the counter, but I guess he thinks Alex did it on purpose, and he just went off. You should've seen it, it was like someone just flipped a switch-"

CRASH!

"Shit!" Charles heard Alex shout. Charles, get your butt down here! Raven called out to him in his mind. Hearing her concerned voice Charles got up and moved passed Hank, the telepath made his way down to the kitchen, Hank following close behind him. The British man didn't know what he thought of the sight he saw before him when he got there. There where numerous metal ojects flying around the room: Pots and pans, the fridge, knives, forks and spoons. Everything that was metal was zooming around the room, crashes into other things and banging against the walls. Looking to his left; Charles saw Raven, Sean and Alex ducking for cover behind the wooden table they had propped up on it's side.

Blue eyes fell on Erik, Charles froze for a second at the look on the metal benders face. He has never seen that look, that amount of rage in the man's grey-green eyes as long as Charles has known him. He had to remind himself that Erik was drunk, he wasn't aware of his actions, his fury didn't come out because of something as silly as him bumping into Alex, it came out because of his drunken short fuse and... something else.

Cautiously he moved toward Erik, putting his hands out, to show he meant no harm. "Erik." He said calmly, he got no response. "Erik, relax. There's no need for this, all your doing is making a mess."

The older man turned his head toward Charles, his face was red and sweat rolled down his forehead. He gave Charles a look of rage and a touch of fear mixed in with it. "Näher zu kommen nicht!" Erik spat out in German. Charles' German was very rusty, he only knew how to speak a few words in German, luckily he understood what Erik said: 'Don't come any closer!'

He didn't know why but Charles realized right then that Erik had no idea who the telepath was, his drunken mind was making him see things, things that weren't real. Erik was angry and scared, the question remained: Who was Erik seeing in his hallucination?

"Sein beruhigen, Erik..." Charles said as he racked his brain, trying to find remember how to say 'Be calm' in Erik's language. The metal bender eyes widened in surprise, but turned back into a glare when Charles took a step forward. "Geh weg! Bastard!" Erik hissed out, a knife flew into his hand, preparing for a fight. The telepath didn't know any other words other then 'be calm' and 'forget my face'. He had no choice.

Erik, calm down. I don't know where you think you are, or who you think I am. But it's not real. It's me. It's Charles. None of what your seeing is real. Erik's face twisted in surprise again then confusion, taking a few more steps forward Charles then proceeded to send Erik all the memories of what has happened recently, all of them coming to the Manor, the training, memories of Erik and himself, the feeling of calmness and peace.

The older man shook his head and ran a hand down his face. Fighting and disbelieving what he was being shown. Don't fight it, Erik. What I am showing you is real. Your hallucinating. Your drunk. You went out to the bar an hour ago alone. Remember? Erik put a hand against his head and looked the telepath, breathing heavily. The anger in those grey-green eyes were slowly disappearing. Though the fear still lingered there as did the confusion.

A minute passed.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

"C-Charles?" Erik said in a hoarse barely audiable voice. The British man nodded giving the metal bender a small, relived smile. The color abruptly left Erik's face he took a step back, Charles feared that he lost his friend to the hullcinations. Erik coughed, turned sideways and lost all food he had eaten a couple of hours prier. The telepath was aware of Sean whispering "Eww.." and he felt Banshee wrinkle his face in disgust, Raven slapped his arm. Under different circumstances the British man would have smile.

Charles put a gentle hand on his friends shoulder, wincing ever so slightly when Erik wheezed or hacked painfully as he continued to threw up. "Wh-What did I d-do?" Erik asked though it was almost lost to the younger man through the ragid coughing.

He smiled. "Nothing that can't be cleaned up." The younger man turned to the others. It's alright now. He tells them in their minds. They all visibly relaxed and step away from the table they were using as a shield. The telepath turned his attention back to the drunken man before him. Erik looked exhausted, mentally and physically. "You need rest, my friend."

Erik didn't argue.

Charles turned to Hank, who was standing by the doorway. "Hank, would you help me get Erik to his room, please?"

Hank nodded wittout hesitation, he walked over and together they put Erik's arms over their shoulders and half dragged, half walked the older man to his room upstairs. Erik didn't say a word the whole way. Charles had to restrain himself to not look into his friends thoughts. The two mutants gently layed Erik on the bed, who instantly curled into himself and didn't even bother to suppress a groan.

"That'll be all Hank, thank you."

The British man felt Hank's apprehensiveness on leaving his so called 'Professor' with a apparently violent, drunk mutant. "I can take it from here." He said reassuringly. Hank let out a slow breath threw his nose, he turned and walked out of the room. Charles, for what felt like the hundredth's time turned his attention on his friend. Erik was curled up in a ball, shivering sightly, already asleep. Charles quietly walked over and grabbed the blanket that was laying on the edge of the bed and drapped it over the metal bender, he then sat down on the chair a crossed from Erik's bed. He was going to stay here until Charles knew that the metal bender was fine. And if he got scowled by Erik later, so be it.

...

Charles eyes snapped open. A huge rush of emotions hit him like a speeding train, he gasped as he swallowed the bile that suddenly appeared in his mouth. It was so overwhelming, Anger. Sadness. Fear. Loneliness. Pain, horrible gut-wrenching pain. A feeling of wanting to give up, to end it all. Tears sprung in his blue eyes as he felt...everything. He realized that there was only one person in this room who would feel all these painful emotions.

The telepath jerked his head to the man laying on the bed. Erik was thrashing around franticly, the blanket Charles had layed a crossed him was now on the floor. He was by his friend's bedside in seconds.

"Erik, wake up." Charles said trying to remain calm, as he shook Erik's shoulder. The metal bender gave no response that he heard him.

"Nein!...Geh weg! Bitte!" Erik cried out in German, trying to get Charles' hands off him.

"Erik, calm down! It's okay! It's just a dream! Wake up!" The British man said heart pounding in his chest. Still his friend didn't open his eyes, if it was even possible Erik got worse, tears flowed freely down the metal benders face, tears sprung in Charles' eyes, though he didn't know if what he was feeling were his own emotions or Erik's.

"AH! Mama! Nein! Lass mich nicht!" Erik said brokenly. Charles inhaled heavily. He's never heard the German sound so broken. He fought ferociously against Charles grip, clawing at the telepaths chest, hard enough to hurt, to leave red marks but not enough to draw blood. But Charles didn't let go.

Erik, listen to me very carfully, my friend. You have to wake up, your having a nightmare! Please, I promise you none of it is real! The second that Charles sent that thought to Erik's mind, his grey-green eyes snapped open and he shot up like a top. But the younger man hand's kept Erik from colliding with Charles.

"It's okay, my friend. It's alright. Deep breathes." He said trying to get his voice to sound calm. Erik looked wildly around the room, eyes still full of fear, not even registering that the telepath was there, sweat trickled down his forehead as he breathed in short gasps. Finally for what felt like an eternity, Erik eyes rested on the only other man in the room.

"C-Charles?" As a stray tear fell down Erik's cheek. Charles didn't know what made him do it. He honestly didn't. Usually he's more respective of people's personal space. But before his friend could say anything, Charles wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. Erik fought weakly and struggled to get out of the sudden contact. Charles felt Erik think that the last time he had been hugged was by his mother... seconds later she was killed. That only made the British man tighten his hold and squeeze his eyes shut. A hand gripped Charles's shirt on his back, then the other followed suite. Erik hung on for dear life, his whole body began to shake. Then he weeped.

Years of experiences with Raven having nightmares, came back in that moment. "Shhh. It's okay, Erik. It's okay, my friend. Let it out." words he use to say to Raven, Charles now said to Erik. The German cried and sobbed, his grip on Charles never loosened or went away.

The two friends stayed like this for a long while. Charles became aware that Erik's crying stopped, his body ceased shaking and his arms around the telepath was just dead weight on his back. He looked at Erik and saw that he was asleep again, Charles gently layed Erik back on the bed and covered him up with the blanket again. He stood up and before he walked out of them room he placed two fingers on Erik's forehead, giving the man he considered a brother a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

The next morning Erik didn't remember anything from the night before, he remembered being at the bar and drinking, afterwards he vaguelly remembered driving back to the Manor, but that's it. And Charles was okay with that.

"You should have seen yourself, man! You were pissed! You were threwing things around the room, you were a pissed off, violent drunk!" Sean proceeded to tell Erik as they walked a crossed the lawn.

"I don't remember." was honest Erik's answer. But Charles felt that Erik wanted too. He wanted to remember what he did last night, and why Alex kept looking at him differently whenever he walked passed the wine cabinet. I'm glad you don't remember, my friend. He said to Erik. The metal bender turned to him and raised an eyebrow at Charles.

Why?

Charles nodded, giving Erik a smile. Trust me, it's nothing that's worth remembering. He said that to Erik to calm his mind, he's went through so much pain before, he didn't need anymore. But Charles will store that memory safe and sound in his head. Like the one where he met Raven, and every memory with her afterwards. Charles will put this one right next to the one where he first meets Erik and ever moment after, even the bad ones.

AN: This was longer than I expected! So whacha guys think? I know this will never happen, cause the directors are cruel, and just want to keep their friendship a bittersweet, difficult, jumbled mess! But hey a fangirl can dream, right?

For any of you, who don't know what Erik said in German:

Näher zu kommen nicht: "Don't come any closer!"

Sein beruhigen, Erik...: "Be calm, Erik"

Geh weg: "Get away!"

Nein! Geh weg! Bitte: "No! Get away! Please!"

Lass mich nicht: "Don't leave me!"

According to Google Translate. Please remember to leave a Review, see you guys soon!