Heys people! I'm really starting to get pissed off at myself because I keep writing new stories while I still have a ton of stories to update. I just can't help writing this one because I'm totally obsessed with X Men First Class and well James McAvoy. I can't help it. I wanted to do this crossover after watching Wanted. Basically I binged on James McAvoy movies. XD Wanted and X Men FC were some of my favorites and so this cross over was born. I'll shut up now and get on with the story.


Title: Down With The Fraternity

Summary: Sealing Wesley away, Charles returns to take back control of his mind. As he and the other mutants prepare for the upcoming World War, Fox reappears bringing the Fraternity back into Charles's life. Tension rises between Erik and Fox as an old friendship is renewed leaving one in the dust.

Pairing: FoxXCharlesXErik. Eventually CharlesXErik and a decent amount of CharlesXFox.

Setting: Set in X Men First Class, but with the advanced weaponry of Wanted.

Rating: M for safety and maybe future lemons *wink wink*

Disclaimer: I own nothing! I wish I do though...TT-TT


Prologue

The loud clicking of a computer keyboard being typed on rang loudly in the empty office floor as a lone figure stayed behind for work. Behind him, a dark figure slowly made his way towards the lone man.

The loud cocking of a gun interrupted the rhythm of keyboard clicks. "Still trying to figure out who you are?" Sloan says as he pointed the gun at the back of Wesley's head.

When he turned, Sloan was shocked to see that it wasn't Wesley.

It was just a motherfucking decoy.

The decoy had a smirk on his face as he stared at Sloan's shocked face. He then turned his gaze by Sloan's feet. Following his gaze, Sloan looked down to see his feet underneath a yellow X made of post it notes. He lifted his head with a look of horror.

"Oh fuck." He says right before a bullet pierced the back of his head and exiting from his forehead.

The bullet entered though the window behind Sloan, after dislodging from the center half of the long distance bullet that passed through the windows of several cars in the office parking lot, though Janice's chocolate sprinkled doughnut, Barry's energy drink who had a pained look on his face as he listened to Cathy never ending voice, separating from the back half of the bullet and back to Cross's apartment home and fired from Cross's old long distance Rogue Assassin Sniper Rifle.

Wesley sat behind the rifle with a serious look on his face as he gazed through the scope aiming for the perfect shot at an impossible angle. He pulled the trigger and the bullet when flying.

He got up from his seat behind the rifle and made his way to the bathroom after saying "What the fuck have you done lately?" To no particular person.

Wesley stepped into the bathroom and turned the faucet on. He cupped his hands together and placed them under the running water. He let water gather into his cupped palm before bending over and splashing his face.

Bending back up, Wesley stared at his reflection. He saw nothing, but himself or his old self. It was finally over. Sloan was dead and along with him, the Fraternity.

Wesley continued to stare into the mirror until he saw what he wanted to see. The part of him that was sealed away during his training in the Fraternity. The identity that he needed to forget in order to survive.

His true identity. Charles Xavier.

"What do you plan on doing now Wesley?" A voice ask. Wesley didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Pekwarsky.

Wesley stared at the mirror one last time before turning to Pekwarsky who had his gazed fixated on the window where Cross's rifle faced. "I am no longer Wesley." He states.

Pekwarsky turned his attention from the window to Wesley, who gave him a small smile. Pekwarsky nodded understanding what he meant. "Brian would have wanted the same. He never wanted you to know about the Fraternity. Maybe it's best if Charles Xavier returns."

Wesley watched at Pekwarsky turned and walked out of the apartment. He heard the front door shutting and he knew that he was alone. He turned back to the mirror and smiled.

He slowly removed his father's leather jacket and everything rushed back to him.

Charles Xavier was finally back. He stared at the jacket in his hands before making his way back into the room that held Cross's rifle. He stood in the center of the room beside the rifle. He looked around at the room from the small dresser that held his baby photos to the rifle next to him.

He gripped the jacket tight and made his way towards the closet of the room. He opened the closet and grabbed the lone unused hanger. He hanged his father's jacket and placed it back into the dark closet. Along with the jacket, Wesley is stored in the depths of Charles's mind.

As of that moment, Wesley Gibson was no more and Charles Xavier was once again back in charge of of his own body.


Xavier Mansion (Couple of years later and start of the mutant training)

Charles and Erik sat across from one another between a chess board inside Charles's study. Both were both filled with the fear of the upcoming World War.

"Cuba, Russia, America, makes no difference." Charles starts as he makes his move. "He wants to declare war on mankind, on all of us...He has to be stopped."

Erik looks at Charles with a serious expression. "I'm not going to stop Shaw." He says as he keeps his gaze onto Charles, who removes his gaze from the board and looks up at Erik as he continues. "I'm going to kill him."

Charles continues to stare at Erik with a serious expression as a moment of silence leaves the two contemplating on their next reply, but Erik reaches over and makes his move on the board.

"Do you have it in you to know that?" Charles gives Erik a small chuckle in response as he shifted his position forward and his gaze fixed onto the board.

"You've known all along why I was here Charles," Erik starts "But things have changed. What started as a covert mission, soon mankind will know that mutants exists. Shaw, us, they won't differentiate."

Charles looks up from the board to Erik and he continues "They'll fear us and that fear will turn into hatred."

"Not if we stop a war, not if we can prevent Shaw, not if we risk our lives doing so." Charles replies.

"But they won't do the same for us." Erik replies rather quickly.

"We have it in us to be the better man." Charles's voice was calm yet held a frustrated tone.

"We already are." Erik replies sensing the danger in Charles's tone "We're the next stage of human evolution, you've said it youse-"

"No." Charles interrupts as he gave a small sigh of frustration and takes a sip of brandy.

Erik gives Charles a disbelieving look "Are you really so naive that you think they wont battle their own extinction?" Charles drops his gaze back to the board as Erik pauses "Or is it arrogance?"

Charles's head whips up after hearing Erik's reply "I'm sorry?" Charles asked shocked from the question.

"After tomorrow they're going to turn on us, but your blinded because you believe they're all like Moira." Erik replies as he spits out Moira's name with great disdain

"And you believe they're all like Shaw." Another short silence over takes their heated conversation. With a very serious face, Charles leans slightly forward and looks Erik right in the eyes "Listen to me...very carefully my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace."

Erik returned Charles's gaze with his own "Peace was never an option."

An uncomfortable silence in-sued after Erik's final comment. Charles leaned back on the single seat as he continued to hold Erik's gaze. He slightly shook his head at Erik's persistent stubbornness.

Before Charles could say anything, he felt another mind near the mansion. Not just any mind, it was a familiar mind.

Charles abruptly stood up and had a look of worry on his face that Erik didn't fail to notice. Before Erik could voice out his concern, Charles was already running out of the room.

Erik stood up and ran after Charles. Something was definitely wrong

Just like Erik, Charles knew something was definitely wrong. This familiar mind seems to be slowly fading, but it kept coming back. Like the person was struggling to stay alive. He just hopes that his not too late.

Charles can feel the person behind the front door of the mansion. He stopped running and walked towards the door. Behind him, Erik followed.

Reaching for the door knob, Charles gripped it and turned. He pulled the door open and stared shocked at the figure struggling to stay standing in front of him.

Fox stood in front of him, clutching her bleeding right arm with her left. Blood seeped though her fingers and coated her hands. A trail of blood was running down her chin from the bloodied gash on her temple.

She dropped the gun she had on her right hand when Charles had opened the door. She gave him a pleading look as she panted from exhaustion.

Fox managed to utter a few words before she collapsed. "Wesley...Help me."

Charles was shocked by her words, but managed to react fast enough to catch Fox's falling body.

Her last utterance went unnoticed by Erik who had a look of slight jealousy as he stared at Charles holding Fox's now unconscious body. Much too close for Erik's liking.

Charles stared down at Fox. He never though the Fraternity would ever return to his life. His gaze fell on the gun near Fox's feet and his eyes widened.

It was a re engineered Desert Eagle .44 Magnum. Charles had recognized it from the fragmented memories he still had from Wesley's mind. The gun was modified to hold Pekwarsky's long distance bullet.

Charles reached over and grabbed the gun. He gripped it tightly before looking back down at Fox. She was losing blood fast and she needs immediate help.

Charles turned around and found Erik staring at him and Fox. "Catch." He said as he tossed the gun at Erik.

Erik reacted fast enough to catch the gun. He looked up and was surprised to see Charles's holding Fox's unconscious form up in his arms. He had a serious look on his face that Erik recognized as him trying to communicate mentally with another.

Before he could say anything, Charles had walked passed him and towards the infirmary. Erik just stood there staring at Charles with Fox in his arms. His gaze lingered at Fox's blood soaked face.

'Something is not right with that woman.' Erik thought as he gripped the gun in his hand until his knuckles turned white.


Thanks for reading this test story. I'm not really good with these kinds of fandom, but I'm still practicing. I hope this story turns out as good as I planned it. Know that this would probably take a small hiatus soon for I need to update my other stories. But if I'm obsessed enough, I will update this story only. XD One more thing, I had to extend the waiting time for the Cuba beach scene to make this work. Don't worry, Shaw and the rest of Hellfire will be making their grand presence known in this story.

Until next time people. I promise to update ASAP. XD Feedback is always welcomed.