AN: So here is chapter two! I hope you all like it and not think I'm wasting my time writing it, Sorry, I have self confidence issues. I wanted you guys know that this chapter is before the first chapter, I told you they may not be in order. Just thought I'd let you know in case some of you were confused.

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"This is worse then we perviously imagined."

A British telepath and a metal bender walked out of the building that held the Russian Defence Chief in Moscow. In front of them was Emma Frost, Shaw's right hand woman as Erik called her. Who had a gun in his hand in case she tried anything to escape, though Charles told him twice already that that wasn't necessary.

"I have a firm hold on her mind, Erik. She's not going anywhere." Charles told him trying to convine Erik to put down the gun. He didn't. The metal bender heard his young friend sigh, though from exhaustion from using his powers, or from Erik being Erik. He couldn't tell.

A little bit of both, actually.

Erik rolled his eyes in annoyance. This man was constantly getting inside his head, hadn't he ever heard of boundaries?

Of course, I know about boundaries, Erik. The telepath let out a small chuckle through their mind link. Your thoughts are just so loud I can't help but hear them.

The German let out a small growl. Stay out of my head, Xavier.

Charles was in no shape or form frightened by Erik's supposedly angry tone, he only smiled innocently. When they rejoined the rest of their group, Charles turned to three of the many men with two rifles resting on their backs. "Here you are gentlemen, keep a good eye on Ms. Frost here, will you please?"

The men nodded their heads, and took Emma by the arms and lead her to the vehicle they drove to get here.

Erik watched them go, a frown on his face. "Are you sure she won't escape?"

"I'm certain she won't" The telepath answered immediately. "Will you leave that here, please?" Eyeing the gun in Erik's hand. Erik let out a huff laugh through his nose and placed the gun in the back of his pants. Charles shook his head and sighed once again. "So stubborn..." He whispered

Erik heard it anyway. "So boundary-less" Smiling and he raised an eyebrow in fake-mockery.

His friend was about to say a come back, but then jerked his head to the right and started jogging toward the vehicle. The metal benders eyes grew wide in confusion, Erik took off after him.

"Moira? Moira, what is it?" Charles asked stopping in front of the woman that Charles obviously fancied. Moira had tears in her eyes, she looked like she just got some really bad news. She put the phone she had against her ear down.

"The base...was attacked... by Shaw." Moira whispered her face was pale and she covered her mouth with her hand. Erik felt like his blood froze when she uttered those words. Oh Scheiße...The kids.

"Moira is everyone alright?" Charles muttered his voice held an emotion Erik couldn't identify. The woman pressed her lips in a fine line, and closed her eyes. She took her hand off her mouth. "Darwin." She stated. "He's dead." The German suddenly felt ill, he swallowed the lump in his throat he didn't know he had obtained.

What color Charles had left in his face drained away in the instant, he back away from Moira, licking his lips the British man ran a hand through his brown hair and let out a disbelieving breathe.

"Charles?" Moria asked her voice sounded small and so unlike her. Charles shook his head, turned around and walked away. The woman step forward to follow him, but Erik put his arm out stopping her from doing so. Giving her a look that said he'd handle this, and began walking after his friend. When he found Charles he was leaning against a tree, hand out-stretched to support him. As he grew closer toward Charles, Erik became aware of a strong smell of vomit in the air around them. He wrinkled his nose in slight disgust. It doesn't take a telepath to know how Charles was processing this horrible news.

True, Erik wasn't doing all that well himself, he felt guilty that he wasn't there to help the others, he felt angry that Shaw did this to him again, he felt sad because he remembered the 8 hour drive Charles and himself had with Darwin, where the two men really got to know the teen in that amount of time. He was a good man, he was funny, he had a very unique power that Erik admired, and now he was gone. Yes, Erik wasn't taking this news well, but not as bad as Charles.

He stopped in front of Charles. Not sure how to go about this, how do you make someone feel better after they heard that someone they wanted to help was murdered? He couldn't just leave the younger man like this, he had to try. Erik opened his mouth.

"It's my fault."

The German looked at Charles incredulously. He shook his head even though Charles had his back to him. "Charles, it wasn't-"

"Of course it was! How could it not be my fault? I found them, I brought them all there, I got them into this! This is all on me!" Charles said his hand clinched into a fist, but didn't move from the spot he was at.

"It was my idea for the two of us to go after them. I was the one who told you they weren't ready to fight anything and they stayed behind. I was the one who was stupid enough to believe Shaw wouldn't retaliate after what I tried to do to him. Darwin's death is my fault, not yours."

Suddenly Charles turned around, his face held the emotion Erik couldn't recognize before. Sadness. "I don't blame you, Erik. You shouldn't do that to yourself-"

"-And you shouldn't do it to yourself either, Charles! You want someone to blame? Blame Shaw! This is his doing, not ours." Erik explained walking closer to Charles, he could see that the younger man's cheeks were red from all the negative he was feeling, he also had tears lingering in his blue eyes. Charles bit his lower lip. "Darwin's dead, Erik... If I hadn't found him in Cerebro, he'd still be alive. How am I suppose to accept this?" The seventeen year old asked truly at a loss. Charles has never lost anyone before, not like this, not to murder. Where as Erik, well he has. The older man stepped forward and close the few distances there was between him and Charles, and wrapped his arms around the telepath tightly so he wouldn't go anywhere.

Charles was surprised by the contact, Erik was too. He didn't know he still had this affectionate movement in him still. "You don't." He told Charles firmly. "No one can just accept something like this, and move on in an instant. You just deal. You live with it, you keep looking for something to live for...To fight for." Because that was what he did, his goal, the one that kept him going, was finding Shaw, killing him, avenging his mother, finally being free from the bastards presence always by him. His friend just needed to find something to fight for.

Charles' body started to shake, the metal bender could feel him squeeze his eyes shut. "Erik..." The name was barely audible when Charles said it, his voice held more sadness, and despair that was so unlike Charles to feel. Erik tighten his hold. Trying to give some comfort to the man who saved his life, his friend shouldn't be acting, feeling this way. That was his job.

Erik felt arm's go around him back as well. He felt tears hit his neck, and heard soft sobs escape his friends lips, but said nothing about it, he just let the telepath cry, he just let him grieve. Later Erik would say that the moisture that was falling down his cheeks caused from some dust that decided to get in his eyes.

After a while Charles shaking stopped, his small sobs stopped. And he slowly, almost reluctantly pulled away from Erik. He whipped the tears from his face. The British man looked at Erik a little embarrassed. "Forgive me, Erik. I don't know what came over me."

Said mutant shook his head. "Don't. You have nothing to apologize for."

Charles smiled. "Thank you, my friend."

Erik returned the smile. "You'd do the same for me." Running a hand through his hair, he suddenly felt awkward. "C'mon, lets get back to the others." patting Charles on the back and turning around.

"Erik?"

He looked back at Charles "Hmm?"

"Missing something?" He said holding the gun that was in his back pants pocket.

"Wha-?" Completely dumbfounded as to how Charles was able to get the gun without Erik noticing. Charles grinned, proud of himself. The German reached for it, but his friend yanked it away. "Give it back."

The seventeen year old shook his head, the grin still on his face. "I told you, you don't need it."

"Your insane, of course I need it!" He tried using his power to get it back, but for some reason it wouldn't come. "Come on! Charles, don't you trust-"

Of course I trust you, Erik. The telepath handed the metal object back to him.

Erik's eyes widened, he only said that because he thought it would get him the gun faster. Charles actually trusted him?

With my life, my friend.

The older man looked at the gun, then at Charles who was smiling. Erik forced himself to frown. "Don't mention this to anyone? Alright? Not a single person." pointing a finger at the British man.

Charles laughed. "You have my word."

AN: DONE! With chapter two that is! I really likfe this one, for the reason cause I always wanted to know how Charles and Erik took the attack on the base and Darwin's death. I mean they spent 8 hours in a taxi cab with the guy! They had to of form some type of small friendship! Some type of Hey-I-like-this-guy-If-he-ever-dies-I'm-gonna-be-SO-upset-and-cry type of thing. SOMETHING! When I saw Darwin I was like "NO DARWIN! Don't die! I liked you!" DX

Thoughts? On this chapter on how you felt about Darwin dying. Though I'd be okay with that, I'd feel better about myself knowing I wasn't the only who was sad when he died. So yeah thoughts on the chapter and about Darwin.

Oh and in case people don't know:

Scheiße: Means shit in German.

Again according to google translate.

So I hope you's all enjoy ths chapter, Review, please. And as always, see you guys soon.