A/N: I do not own the X-Men or any Characters in this story.

Contains Erik x Charles = Don't like it? Don't read it.


There was a controlled pressure behind blade that was held to Omar's throat and he gave a soft cry as it drew blood. As suddenly as the pain began, it stopped. Somewhere in the panic Omar heard someone shout, "Release him!". Despite all of his bravery, Omar's knees buckled when he was abruptly let go and engulfed in the darkness as someone turned on the lights.

The room that had exploded in noise only moments before, fell into an eerie silence. A strong hand grabbed Omar's upper arm and he tried to recoil but found he didn't get very far. He was still struggling as his attacker spoke to him. His voice just another sound lost in the panic.

"ist alles in Ordnung?" There was an urgency in his attackers voice. Something about the familiar language and the tones behind them pulled Omar from the panic. "Erik?" Omar's voice sounded small even in the quiet of the room.

The grip eased up on his arm once Omar stopped struggling. "Are you ok?" Erik asked once more, this time in English. The boy forgot his independence and all he had meant to prove. In that moment - he had never been so relieved that the closest thing he had to a parent was there to pull him out of the fire. He leaned forward and brought his arms around Erik's shoulders in the emotional grasp only a scared child could display.

Erik returned the hug as best he could as he still knelt in front of Omar He still gripped Azazel's sword in his left hand. He had nearly been to slow. By the time he had entered the room Azazel was in the process of killing the intruder in their room. Erik had drawn the other's weapon from him with the use of magnetism, and not a moment to soon.

Erik gave Omar a gentle push away from him to better survey the damage. "Omar, Are you alright?" Erik asked for a final time as he tilted the boy's chin up to examine the cut that was thankfully little more than a knick an inch to the left of his windpipe. It could have been so much worse.

"I'm..I'm Ok." Omar tried to sound tougher than he felt in that moment.

Erik visibly relaxed when the other finally gave a verbal response.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Bobby's voice entered into the loose conversation.

Omar jumped, having forgotten they were there. Of course they were there - This was their room. Where else would they be? So much for his mission.

"I followed you." Omar said rubbing his throat nervously.

"Here." Hank offered him a cloth from his pocket to dap the wound with. His eyes were slightly wider then normal, had they really come that close to seeing an innocent kid hurt? Over the past years he and Charles had become much closer friends, and one of their common topics of conversation was on that thin line that Azazel, and now more than ever, Erik walked.

Omar took the cloth in silence. His head down and his face flushed. "I just wanted to prove that I can handle myself-" he began.

"Clearly." Azazel muttered.

Erik turned around sharply with the other's sword still in his fist. "You could have killed him."

Azazel didn't seem bothered, "Twenty minutes ago, you vere going to shoot me."

Erik's eyes narrowed, "If you don't shut up, I still might."

There was a tense silence for a few moments before Hank cleared his throat and helped the kid to his feet. Erik stood as well, his eyes scanning over the kid a final time before walking over and closing the door which had been left open in their sudden entrance.

"Azazel, take the kid home." Erik's voice broke the silence.

"Da-" Azazel began only to be cut off by Omar, "No!"

"Your screw up nearly cost you your life, Omar. This is what I mean by you aren't ready." Erik's voice was strained. Though he seemed more angry at the near miss then he was at Omar.

"Agreed, but if you had let me come in the first place - that - would have never happened!" Omar retaliated.

"He's got a point." Bobby started but silenced himself upon receiving the Lensherr glare that was known to turn water to ice.

"Take him home." Erik repeated and Azazel stood up from where he was leaning against the wall.

"Erik, please." Omar begged, "Haven't you ever wanted to save your family?"

There was a cold silence in the room and Omar got the impression he had said the very wrong thing.

"Mine are gone." Erik said abruptly.

"I know. So are mine." Omar was in it up to his neck, he knew this was the time to make or break his case. With out argument, he had Erik's attention. "You guys are the only family I have now. Let me do my part." Omar swallowed as he was met with silence, unable to see Erik's facial expression he had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"…Omar." Erik's voice was taunt and controlled.

"Please. I will stay out of the way." Omar's voice wavered.

"…I don't thi-" Erik was cut off again.

"Erik, Please! You have no idea what it took for me to get here!" Omar interjected.

"Omar.' Erik tried to interrupt.

"I snuck on the plane. Found my way out of the woods…" Omar repeated, vaguely aware of the impressed sound Hank made.

"Omar." Erik tried again.

"I hitched a ride with a cop. I conned my way up here." Omar didn't take a breath as he continued.

"Omar would you please-" Erik sounded frustrated.

"Just so I could help you!" Omar all but shouted.

"Omar would you shut the hell up?" Erik snapped and got the reaction he expected as the teen fell into silence. Pleased with the silence, Erik continued " I was trying to say I don't think it's a good idea." Omar nodded mutely as Erik finished his thoughts "…but I can appreciate where you are coming from. If you can follow orders, and stay out of the way…you can stay."

Everyone in the room watched Erik in surprised silence. Bobby clapped Omar on the back with a grin while Hank checked over his throat.

In the commotion Erik handed Azazel his sword and left the room . He went downstairs to a pay-phone, his pace was deliberate, He inserted his change and punched in the number he had committed to memory many years ago. His jaw tight with emotion. How exactly could a fifteen year old run away aboard a top secret jet and the telepath causally forget to notice?

In calmer moments Erik would have thought before the call, but not now. Right now he couldn't shake the memory of Omar's panicked face and his blood on Azazel's sword.

"Xavier Institute." Raven's voice over the line brought his focus back to the task at hand.

Erik's tone demanded no argument, "Raven, it's Erik. Get Charles on the line. We need to talk."


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