A/N: Hi everyone. I was having a hard time with this fic. But I finally got my butt into the computer and started typing.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men alright?! God!
Xavier: Don't use the Lords name.
SSfan: Why shouldn't I?
Xavier: It's not nice to.
SSfan: How should you know? I bet you guys don't even go to church!!
Xavier: Yes we do!!
SSfan: Then why I didn't see it in the episodes?!
Xavier: Do you actually think that Stan Lee would do that?
SSfan: O.O Let's just go on with the damn story!
Xavier: no swearing SSfan.
SSfan: You better shut the hell up cripple!
Still in the air vent…
Charles slowly woke up. First, he didn't know where he was until the memories came back to him. Charles groaned as he sat up, still in the air vent. Charles whimpered as his back ached. Charles rubbed his back, hoping that the pain would go away. It didn't, which made Charles whimper more. He slowly crawled, trying to find an exit. He tried to ignore the pain from his back but he couldn't. Charles sat down again and tried to stretch, still not working. Charles crawled again. Where are they? Did they give up on me? Charles thought. He thought maybe Mr. Buckethead and his goons forgot about him. If they did then what time is it. Charles kept crawling. He soon found a source of light. He smiled and crawled faster toward the light. When he reached it, he slowly looked out. Charles doesn't know to be happy or sad when he figured out that this was the bathroom. Charles jumped down and hurriedly used the bathroom.
John was roaming around, trying to find Charles before Magneto does. He wanted to bring Charles back to his family. John never really know why but, he likes Charles. He has great sense of humor. To tell you the truth, he actually saw him climb the air vents. He didn't want to tell anyone, scared that Magneto might find him first. John sighed, despaired. John stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. John ears perked up of the sound of a flush. Nobody was in this floor. John ran all the way near the bathroom. John didn't open it all the way, he took a little peek. Charles was washing his hands at the sink. John smiled and opened the door all the way. Charles gasped and backed away until his back hit the wall.
"Please, I just want to go back home." Charles pleaded. John chuckled.
"Of course kid, Oy'll take you back." John chuckled again. Then sniffed and plugged his nose. "but first you gotta go take a shower. You stink more than Remy does on Fridays."
Charles said nothing but raised an eyebrow.
"That's his drunk day. He goes out and drinks then comes back smelling like Sabretooth's litter box."
"Who's Saberboot." Charles asked.
"It's Sabretooth. You could think of 'im as a… um… a kitty on steroids." (I heard this saying in many stories so I thought I could use it. This saying is not mine! It's someone else's.)
"How can I trust you? You took me away from my home." Charles said almost becoming teary.
John sighed. "Look, do you actually think Oy wanted to be with Mags?" Charles didn't answer. "Well Oy didn't. He took me away from my 'ome. Oy lived in Australia. He took me away from there. When Oy got here, he told me that if Oy didn't do what he said Oy'll never get back to moy 'ome." John sniffled but there were no tears in his eyes. "Oy don't want that'll 'appen to you. Do you trust Ole Johnny now?"
"I guess so." Charles said.
John grinned as he filled up the tub with warm water. "Alright. You go take a bath while Oy'll go see if Oy got any clothes that'll fit you." John closed the door. Charles smiled and stripped. Charles stepped into the warm water and slowly lie down. Charles sighed and closed his eyes. He opened them. He grabbed a soap and started scrubbing. When Charles was finished taking a bath, he grabbed a towel put it around him. He sat down and waited for the return of John. Soon enough, Charles got bored and was getting worried for his new friend. Soon enough someone opened the door. Charles smiled, thinking it might be John. When it was actually Piotr. Charles gasp for the second time that day.
"Hello." Piotr smiled. Charles soon started to panic. Knowing that calling his mom wasn't going to help, he called for his friend.
"JOHNNY!!" Charles yelled. Soon John came rushing in.
"What 'appen?" John said. John saw Piotr and almost laughed. "Don't be scared. He's 'elping and Remy too."
"You should have told me." Charles murmured. Piotr laughed and ruffled the little boys wet hair.
"Where's Remy?" John asked.
"Keeping Magneto away from Charles." John raised an eyebrow at this. "He was polishing Magneto's helment and 'accidentally' charged Magneto's helmet." John and Charles laughed at the mental image of Magneto's face when he figured out that Remy charged his helmet. "It didn't blow up into a million pieces though."
"So where's my clothes?" asked Charles, feeling uncomfortable with only wearing a towel.
"Oy couldn't find anything that'll fight you. So you'll probably have to wear one of moy shirts until we go shopping." John chuckled.
"I hate shopping." Charles groaned. He stuck his tongue out.
"What's the size of your shirt? I'll go see if there are a right size for him." Piotr insisted. Piotr took one of Charles' shirt and saw the size in the white strip in the back of his shirt, then looked at the pants. "Alright, I think I could go to the mall to go get some." Piotr walked out of the bathroom.
"Don't forget to buy 'im some candy! The kid need some sugar in his blood! Oh and don't forget to buy 'im some clothes with pictures of fire in them." John yelled to Piotr.
"Momma said that sugar gives you cavities." Charles said, trying hard not to look sad. John made the Psst sound.
"Oy eat candy everyday and look at moy teeth." John showed him his teeth which was surprisingly white. "Just brush your teeth more often and there."
"Uh-huh." Charles said with a yawn. Charles rubbed his eyes.
"What 'bout Oy take you to moy room. When Piotr gets back, Oy'll wake you up so you could put on the new clothes." John opened the door to his room and let Charles in. John grabbed a random shirt from his closet and threw it to Charles. Charles caught it. "You go ahead and put that on. Take a nap. Oy'll wake you up once Piotr's back." with that said, Charles was left alone. Charles put on the shirt John gave him and lie down on the bed. Before Charles' head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
Back in Bayville,
Logan growled as he tried finding Charles. Logan called a search about an half hour ago. Logan road his Harley, while sniffing the air. Logan stopped in front of a old house, the Brotherhood house. Logan growled again, Charles' scent ends here. Logan took off his helmet and placed it on top of his motorcycle. Logan popped out his claws and growled. Logan ran and kicked the door open. Toad and Wanda stood at the stairs.
"Ah." Toad yelled jumping behind Wanda. "Wanda save me."
"What are you doing here?!" Wanda hexed Toad. Wanda's hand is already had a bluish tint, ready to strike.
"Where is he?!!" Logan yelled, face scrunched up with anger.
"Who?" Wanda asked, puzzled.
"Charles! I know he's here! NOW WHERE IS HE?!!" Logan growled again.
"I don't know where he-" Wanda started but was cut-off by Lance.
"He's with Magneto." Lance said, car keys in his hand. "I was just about to drive there to tell you guys."
"Tell me where Magneto." Logan said, retracting his claws but his face still scrunched up with anger.
"How the hell am I supposed to know." Lance started. " Pietro found him here and took him away. I tried to change his mind but once Pietro make up his mind, there is no way of changing it."
Logan growled and walked up to his motorcycle. He put his helmet on and started it. He drove off to the mansion. Logan growled. Why would the kid runaway. The kid must have heard me say those bad things about him. Logan mentally kicked himself. God, I'm such an idiot. Logan drove up to the mansion's garage and turned off his bike. Logan sighed. Ororo's going to kill me once she finds out. Logan really didn't want to talk to the weather witch but he had to. Charles where ever you are, I hope you're alright. Logan went inside, hoping that his healing power would help him with the beating he's going to get from Ororo.
Back in Magneto's base…
John slipped into his room and smiled at Charles asleep. Piotr came back with the clothes and told John to ask Charles to put them on to see if they fit. John turned on the light since it was dark. Charles groaned and buried his head in the pillow.
"Mom it's a Saturday. Can you please let me sleep in." Charles groaned. John laughed.
"Come on, mate. Wake up." John sat down on the bed and started shaking the little boy's shoulders to wake up. Finally, Charles sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Put these on. See if they fit you."
Charles looked at the clothes. It was a white shirt, blue overalls, and underwear. John gave him the clothes and left the room for he could change. Charles took off the shirt that John gave him to sleep with and started to put on his underwear, then his shirt, which was a little big. Charles put on the overalls but couldn't figure out how to connect the overalls to the button. Charles opened the door and called John. John came in and helped him with the buttons.
"So, how does it fit?" John smiled. Charles actually looks cute in it. Charles looked at the things he's wearing and shrugged.
"The shirts a little big but nothing I can't handle." Charles smiled. "So when am I going back home."
"Don't worry. Tomorrow we'll leave." John reassured. "Mags going to leave tomorrow. He doesn't always stay here. Once he leaves, we'll take you back."
Charles grinned and ran and hugged him. "Thanks John, you're the greatest friend I'd ever had!"
John smiled and ruffled the little boys hair. "You too. Oy don't know what Oy'll do without you, mate. Oy've been bored out of moy skull until you came around and cheered me up." John almost choked but he cleared his throat. "Now what about you go to bed alright. Oy'll wake you up in the mornin'." John ushered him to the bed. John almost was about to leave when Charles called out to him. "yeah?"
"G' night." Charles said with a smile, resting his head in the pillow. John returned the smile.
"G' night, Charlie." John said, turning off the light and closed the door slowly. John sighed. Oy got a friend. A best friend. Oy'm sure going to miss im. It's not going to be easy to let go of 'im. John sighed again and started walking to the living room. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and lie down on the coach. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a dreamland.
A/N: Done! finally Done! Ugh! I am so not going to type anything anymore for the next three weeks! These fingers need healing! Well thanks for the reviews!