Hi. Soo, this is my second ErikxCharles story. It is based on First Class.
There might be some grammar mistakes, please excuse me, I am German xD

I will try to update as fast as possible, but I have school and I also start a sequel to another first class story, so it might take a bit of time ( though not longer than two weeks xD)
This story is rated M for further chapters, just to let you know :)


It probably is my fault. All of this.

We should not have taken them to the hospital, it had been such a stupid, reckless idea of Moira, but what should we have done otherwise? I should have known that the humans would react with hate and disgust, they always do when they see or hear of something that they do not understand ; if it is something different, new.

I should have known better. But, how could I have known what they would do? They are so naive and stupid, god, how I hate them!

But, what should I, we, have done otherwise? It had been the only option to help the injured ones..

It was my fault that Charles has been violated by them.

Those damn, idiotic humans..

They want to spread pain?

Then they shall feel pain!

Prologue

"God damn, just hurry!" his voice was a mixture of anger and worry, his hands clutching Charles body firmly, the head of the unconscious telepath lolled back and forth with every step he took. "Get us some damn doctors over here! These are injured people !" His screaming seemed to scare the nurse behind the counter, who gawked at him as if he was a madman. Then, slowly, her gaze turned to the persons behind him. Her eyes went even wider, if that was possible, and she stumbled several steps backwards. "Ah..They..They are blue!" She pointed towards Raven, who was held upright by Hank.

Erik groaned in annoyance, not bothering to look at the two blue mutants behind him "Yes, they are blue; great you noticed this important fact!" his voice was an angry hiss, and the nurse flinched. She really was scared of the group of weird people in weird suits. Erik was not sure if she noticed all the blood, or the half unconscious, red-haired Sean, or Alex, who held Sean upright together with Moira.

The flight back in the helicopter had already been a pain in the ass, and too much time had passed. The teenager were clearly drained, but what worried Erik the most was Charles' condition. He had collapsed on the beach after he had helped Erik to kill Shaw by holding him in place, and he was unconscious since then. At least the horrible nosebleeding had stopped.

"But..what..what are they? And you? Why are you wearing those suits and-"

"Verdammt noch mal! Sei still!" Erik could no longer hide his anger. Not that he had hidden it before, but now he was clearly at the end of his patience. "Do you see the blood? And do you see the pain in their face? Yes? Then why the hell are you just staring! We -need- help!"

"Erik.." Moira let go of Sean, who's weight was now entirely supported by Alex, but the blonde teen didn't seem to mind the extra weight that he had to carry alone now. "Please, calm down. I know this is urgent but you have to understand that-"

"I have to understand what?" he snapped, his eyes narrowed to slits. "That they fear us? That they don't see us as humans and neither want to treat us as such?" Moira was as stupid and naive as the others of her kind. He didn't like her, he never did, and at the moment he was at the verge of gripping her throat to stop her from talking further because he couldn't stand her annoying voice anymore. The only thing that kept him from doing so was Charles, who was in his arms.

"Erik!" Moira reached for his arm, but he dodged it. She sight "They have never seen something like this before, of course they are scared and don't know what to do!I was scared as well as I saw Emma and the others for the first time!" She turned to the nurse. The poor women was as white as the wall behind her. "Please excuse my friend, we have had a rough time and those people here really need help."

The women nodded slowly "I can..see that. But, what exactly are" she paused, her gaze wandering over the small group " ..you?" Erik glared at Moira, but the words were out of her mouth before he could stop her "They are Mutants. " she said hastily "But please don't ask any further questions. I am a CIA agent and those people are with me. You don't have to fear anything, they are on our side."

Erik pressed his lips together and he was sure he heard his teeth crack as he clenched them. Moira's intention had been to get the nurse to call a doctor, but the blonde women was as shocked as before.

"Mutants?" the nurse asked perplex. Erik rolled his eyes and noticed several more nurses and people who were looking curiously towards their derection. Damn, they would never leave the entrance hall if they continued like this! Couldn't they see that this was urgent?

That was why he began to walk down the left corridor. If they wouldn't get them a doctor, he would search for one!

"Hey, sir, hey!" the nurse shouted, but her voice wasn't as firm as she probably wanted it to be. "You have to registrate!"

Erik simply ignored her.

It took them almost one hour to find two doctors and three nurses who agreed to help them. Fortunately nobody was seriously injured. Sean had a twisted arm, Raven had a sprained foot and Hank and Alex were nearly unharmed, except for some scratches. Erik himself had some scratches as well, only his handright hand looked a bit worse, but else he was fine. And, to his relief, so was Charles. He had no inner injuries and the doctors told Erik and Moira that he should wake up soon. Erik was really glad to hear that. In fact, everything would have been perfect now. Shaw was dead, finally , and Erik was more than satisfied. Charles would be alright as well, and the kids were okay too. If only there were no humans..

They knew know. They knew about mutants now, and Erik was sure this would not go well. The humans were stupid, selfish, they would fear them. He was sure they would try to lock them away, to get rid of them somehow, because that was what humans always did when they couldn't manage something - they tried to get rid of it. They never tried to understand. They were good in judging over everything but they never really tried to understand. They did what they thought was good for the public, but they never cared about the pain that they were causing the innocents.

Registration, identification, discrimination, camps, hate, ... It would start like this, again, and Erik couldn't help himself but fear what would come next.

"What are you thinking about?" He had been looking out of the window, lost in his thoughts, but Charles' soft voice brought him back to the room. It had been two days since they had brought him here, and this was the first time that he was fully awake. He probably did already know everything; he was a telepath, what else was to be expected? Though, Erik wasn't sure since Charles had been unconscious for two days and hadn't touched a single mind.

He should probably go easy on Charles, but the metal-bender would not lie; he was someone who rather told the downright truth than a good lie. "About our future, and about the humans." he answered calmly.

Charles sighed as he sat up ,eyeing Erik closely. He still looked exhausted, but clearly better than at the his first day here. "You know, Erik, I think this might be a step into an important stage of our life. For all of us." he gave Erik an encouraging smile, but Erik could not return it because he was too worried. This would not end good, he was sure.. "Think about all the opportunities we have." Charles continued "Working together with the humans, no more hiding .. " he trailed off. He wasn't worried, he never was, not about the humans. He considered them as too trustworthy, as if they were their friends...

Yes, that was what Charles wanted; he wanted to fit into the society, he wanted to be one of them, one of those men who was admired by everyone. Some would call it arrogance, Erik called it naivety.

Charles didn't want to be admired because he wanted to be famous, no, it was more the fact that he believed he could change something if the people would know him, that they would listen to him, that they would look up at him. He wanted to make the world into a better place, a place where humans and mutants could live together happily forever.

He was yearning for peace.

But, you could never trust humans.

Charles was too naive, he had always been too naive, and he would stay too naive.

Maybe he was just an optimist.

Charles felt the change of Erik's emotions, and so he laid a hand on his, trying to calm him. "You will see, this will be different. This time no one will die. Of course they will mistrust us at the beginning, but they will see that we are not as different than they might believe. " he leaned forward, his unnaturally blue eyes looking right into his soul and Erik could not help but trying to believe him. And yes, he did try, he really really did, because he wished that Charles was right, but deep down in his heart he already knew that this would end in a disaster.

"I hope you are right.." he mumbled because he hadn't had the strengh to argue about this topic, and Charles laughed softly as he closed his eyes and leaned back again. Erik could say so much more about this topic, but he knew they would end in arguing about humanity and peace. Their opinions about this topic were too different and they would probably never agree with another. Both were not strong enough to have a fight now. Not after what just had happened. That was why he kept quiet, and he was sure that Charles was thankfully for that.

The telepath was still a bit worn out. Erik had not asked him what had happend as the coin went through Shaw's head, and Charles hadn't had said a word either. It must have been painful, and Erik was sorry for causing his friend so much pain. He hadn't meant to hurt him, he never would hurt him on purpose, but it had been necessary to achive his goal. Charles knew this, and that was why he said nothing. He knew that it hadn't been Erik's intention to hurt him; he had been to lost in his rage to notice what he was actually doing..

"You should take a nap, you are still tried..." Charles nodded slowly, but he grabbed Erik's hand tighter as Erik tried to stand up. "You.." he cleared his throat "You won't go, won't you?..I mean..You will stay with us, right?" His eyes were stern and big like those of a frightened child. He feared that he would leave, now, after everything was over and Erik had achived his goal.

Erik stared at him, and suddenly he began to laugh "No, Charles." he said, and his voice was surprisingly soft "I won't leave your side. I never would." Charles' grip on his hand loosened and the tension in his limbs vanished. "Okay.." he breathed, closing his eyes again, a smile on his lips. "I am glad you stay with us, Erik..I wouldn't want to miss your presence at my side."

Erik knew why, and Charles knew that Erik knew.

They both were more than friends.

That was the most important reason why Erik would never leave Charles' side; because he loved him. Neither of them had ever said the word, but they knew. They had shared more than one secret kiss, but still they called each other friends. Maybe because of the others, maybe because they weren't sure how to handle their relationship.

Erik watched the telepath as he drifted off into sleep.

It was over now. Shaw was dead, finally, and now Erik finally, after two days, realized that it was over. He took a deep breath and it was the first time after a long periode of his life that he felt free. Free of his burden and his urge to kill the man who killed his mother.

But that was just one single problem that he had solved.

For the moment he was just glad, relieved, not thinking about any humans or problems of the world.

Their happiness wouldn't last long.

He didn't know it yet, and neither did Charles.