Just a fic I HAD to write after watching X-Men: First Class. :) Because I am cool that way, duh.
Anyway. Bold is Erik, normal is Charcles. Yes, that is his name now... :) and oh god the feels!
Does not own. :)
Realization: Noun. The act of becoming fully aware of something as a fact.
The shots of a smoking gun, the sound of bullets ricocheting, the sound of missiles exploding in mid air, the choked pained cry from behind you. The momentary freeze, the way everything slows down to the point where you almost feel like you can't breathe, to the point where you're almost tempted to say Charles has found a way to get through the metal helmet and into your mind, but you know better. You know so much better.
The robotic turn towards your friend, the way you're almost too scared to look, too scared to see what you've done. The moment you understand, the moment you realize exactly what's happened. You can feel it, feel the weight of your world come crashing down for the second time in your life but you're not that little boy anymore. You don't have to vent your anger, frustration, agony through the excessive use of your power. You don't have to explode like you did then. You've got control now.
The moment you realize you don't, that if you had control this never would have happened.
"I'm so sorry."
Realization: Noun. The act of becoming fully aware of something as a fact.
The sudden pain that comes out of nowhere, the unexpected numbness that starts to set in. The way you start to lose the feeling in your lower body. The way Erik's holding you, you can't. It hurts, you don't know why it hurts but it hurts so bad, but at the same time you're numb and you can't understand what's happening, can't understand how things ended up like this. Your brilliant, inhuman, amazingly, fantastically mutant brain doesn't have any words to explain to you what's gone wrong. But you know anyway, you don't need your brain to tell you what's happened. You know, you just don't want to.
The breathing that hurts so much, the way Erik's crying but not crying, the overwhelming sadness and worry you can feel from the entire beach. The anger and pain that radiates through Erik even as the radiation would have radiated through you if the missiles had hit. The moment of clearness, the moment you realize exactly what's happened. You can't feel your legs. And Erik's gone and so is Mystique and suddenly you're very happy for that. Your brain suddenly informs you that you will never walk again, informs you that no matter what you do, you can never stand on your own two feet again.
"I can… I-I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my legs! I can't feel my legs!"
R&R :)