AN: Firstly...I am really sorry about the long delay in updates - thank you to everyone who has reviewed in the meantime...and apologies if I haven't yet gotten back to you...
Has it really been over two months? Sorry!
I can only say I've been working on a d/s story revolving around Erik (dom) /Charles (sub) with Camiyo which has just about eaten up my time...and should be posted shortly...
I really hope this update meets everyone's expectations...
Part 30 - Plans within Plans
When the SWOT team fails to report in, Stryker is already half way back to his hidden base. A project so secret that its funding is spread across several departments, and those ordering its construction had agreed to their own memories of doing so wiped. The only real defence against telepathic spies.
The Russians had invested a lot of monies into researching defences against, and in finding people who demonstrated potential in mental feats like telepathy. However despite the funding being thrown at their projects, very little had come out, or been demonstrated. Stryker knew from his own sources that the only success was a helmet, designed to keep out telepaths. The fact that it had been classed a success in itself also indicated they had some measure - someone who could read minds, and was considered enough of a threat to defend against…
Plans of the mysterious helmet had been smuggled out, and it was this that he had pinned his hopes on after discovering the depths of Xavier's powers - and the young professor's cavalier attitude. Even more so on realising the danger that the diamond woman presented, armed as she was with Shaw's philosophies. However the components of the helmet construction required the ever rare metal - adamantium… He had enough left from Logan's infusion to construct just enough to protect himself, and either those at Alkali Lake, or the SWOT team.
The majority had gone with the SWOT team - since sending them in to attack the Westchester mansion without any mental defence would have been useless. Now - their mission had utterly failed. There was no sign of what had happened to the soldiers - no bodies - nothing. And he had lost 6 months work, and over 20 million dollars of helmets…
In addition those in command hadn't yet come down on his head. His tentative enquires revealed that this was because no one knew the mission had taken place. All those who involved in or knowing of the mission to attack Westchester…didn't remember a thing…except himself.
Proof of just how powerful and how frivolous a telepath's morality could be. They could change reality around them. Stryker could not allow himself to be compromised. He was the last defence…
His one concern was Logan. If the warrior mutant recovered his memories…he had a direct trail back to the base. Still…perhaps that could be made to work to their advantage…with any luck he wouldn't be alone. There were plenty of cells left to fill…
He could make Xavier feel right at home…
Stryker's scientists were just itching to get their hands on the pregnant male…its not every day they had the chance to study such a phenomenon…
Part 31 - Wolverine
Logan folds his arms as he leans in a casual pose studying the thick metal doors. Behind which was the agent - Isan. Despite his strength he could not open them, and he had a feeling they wouldn't open for anyone - but Lehnsherr.
Still…there was a primal anger within him - a need to kill - to avenge. The man behind these doors had invaded his territory. Led an attack against his companions. Hurt them. His presence was still causing trouble…
For once the sticking point was Lehnsherr himself. Logan didn't know whether it was simply because he just had to be on the opposite side of Xavier. The younger man had agreed with Emma when she had noted they had everything they needed from him - she didn't understand why Isan was being kept alive.
Erik had turned to Charles in all seriousness. "Do you want him dead?" The younger man hadn't batted an eyelid, simply nodding. His answer seemed to startle the boys - Alex and Sean who had been present at the time. Then the metal manipulator had gone down on one knee. Logan had to give him that, he was good at theatrics. "Do you? Truly? Give me your word - and I will bring them all down. All of them. I won't stop."
Charles hadn't answered, but his face had gone white - the only confirmation Logan needed, as if his other senses hadn't confirmed Lehnsherr's sincerity. It was only the young telepath's idealism - his sense of mercy - that held the metal manipulator from committing revenge… Such was the power of one man's disapproval…but there may yet come a time when Lehnsherr's instinctive need to protect would overcome even that.
If it was his own mate in jeopardy - Logan would have not hesitated to kill those responsible. The fact that Isan stilled lived, spoke volumes of Lehnsherr's own level of control. His ability to manipulate. It made Logan himself shiver. He knew how powerful the metal manipulator was. Knew he was not a man to discard his emotions. Lehnsherr's every stride spoke of his possession of Xavier. His scent was all over the younger man. Logan had noted that the metal manipulator now rarely let him out of his visible sight, and even then…it was only a room's length away.
How many ways could a man be killed by metal? He was sure the German had a few novel ideas up his sleeve for the surviving agent. Afterall…in any other situation the metal manipulator would have lost everything from Isan's actions - his mate, and unborn children.
A memory slides over Logan, as he considers this. Its an image of a woman…whose face he cannot place.
…she had been carrying his child…
He knew from the great sorrow that the thought brought with it that she and his child were already lost to him…dead…
Logan knew that traumatic events could cause amnesia…was this it? The reason he couldn't remember? He had lost her - his own mate…? His own unborn child…? Lost them to what…? Why couldn't he remember?
In frustration he slams his fist against the stone wall. Drawing blood. It fills his senses, driving his need to deal with the perceived threat, lurking behind the metal doors. The fact that the agent lived at all galled Logan. His presence was a remaining threat. Intolerable. Especially with Xavier, Talia, and the other kids…too great a risk…
Logan felt a furious driving need to act - to deal with the man. To destroy the one person who still posed a threat to them…no matter how slight that may be…
A crystalline laugh brings him out of his dark thoughts. Emma Frost. Standing, at the crossroads of the hallway, hands on her hips in a casual relaxed pose as she regards him. "On guard duty?" She tilts her head, an inquisitive expression in her features as she ignored his silent rebuff. "Erik's not going to open the door. Not for you. Not for anyone."
He shrugs, answering in spite of himself. "Well that deals with him then - he'll just starve to death." She sighs, "No…no chance of that, not with Azazel on catering duty."
He peels himself off the wall at this news, a low growl emerging from his throat, she holds up her hands in a pacifying gesture. "Hey - don't kill the messenger…" He shakes his head in disbelief. "He's being fed? Pampered to? What's going on?" She smiles then at his sharp demand, "Perhaps Erik's just playing with him…or not. Maybe Charles has convinced him to spare the agents life…"
Logan growls louder then. "Impossible…" She smirks then, "Is it? You have no idea how powerful little Xavier is…he could change the world if he chose…" She sighs dramatically. "He would have us all sat round a table drinking tea…and knitting…"
He smirks at her then. "Sounds homely." She steps forwards, her eyes narrowing. Scrutinising him carefully. Her gaze sets his skin crawling, and her words a deep cord in his spine. "You're built for battle Logan, could you live in a world of peace?"
Could you live in a world of peace…
At least I'm trying…
Distant fragments of memories - a man's voice. Gruff - feral, very familiar - his brother? Yes…his brother had been angry…
"Aren't we supposed to adapt? Evolve to the situation at hand?" I think I'll cope…
She grins at him then. "Ah, you've been reading the propaganda…but truly? We are the better race." He reponds with a snort of derision, "Really? Where have I heard that before?"
Amidst war torn muddy trenches…fighting against a madman's cause of superiority… a black symbol on white - on a red background… Nazi Germany… He had fought in the war on the side of the allies… He stilled looking down at his claws… But they had been just bone then...
"Are you…alright?" Emma asks, a rare note of concern in her voice. He shakes his head as though it will dislodge the rest of his scrambled memories. "Xavier…he set something loose, said that it may cause some of my memories to return…"
"You're remembering?" He nods. "Some - things."
She nods soberly, moving to leave, before turning back round with a mischievousness in her features. "You know…you could try speaking with Azazel…he's a bit of a lightweight with Scotch…"
Strange advice. He looks back at the doors. Metal. She was right. He was never going to get passed them…but for the ability to walk through doors, or out drink a teleporter…
Part 32 - Disagreements
AN: They are both speaking out loud, and mentally in this exchange (italics for the mental conversation as usual)
Charles watches as Erik quietly exercises his gift. Working the metal into a fine long shimmering string that loops in the air, twisting through the fingers of his raised hand. There's something strangely mesmerising…magnetic about the looping elegant motions, which are distracting him from his anger. Green-gun metal grey eyes meet his own with knowing humour, and he looks away. Still not speaking, still furious. The metal manipulator is infuriatingly smug with himself.
Go away. He projects fiercely, and is instead met by warm laughter. "Never Charles."
I suggest killing one man - and you suggest destroying all of humanity?
"Its all the same in the end Charles - your first and last…"
Don't patronise me. "You know I killed men at the mansion."
"I'm not, and you did what you had to do then." But you're not a soldier - not a weapon, not yet. "I know how much it hurt you to destroy Shaw - you think I'm going to let you kill Isan in cold blood?"
So its all about me then huh? You don't want me to kill him - because I'll be in pain?
"Yes. Exactly. And just think - you won't be the only one experiencing it." The babies will.
Charles closes his eyes, counting to ten. Anything to stop himself from responding to Erik's cool, calm, collected responses. The metal manipulator was just humouring him. He knew it. He did not need treating like a child. Warm arms settle over him. "No but you need reminding of who you are right now. I understand your anger…" I lived with mine for over 13 years…and you're not yourself right now.
A pillow flies off the bed, and whacks the metal kinetic in the face. The younger man blinks, looking down at his hands in surprise. Erik appears stunned for a moment, before he laughs. He's laughing! "Hmm…Perhaps you need a change of surroundings - how about…shopping like Raven suggest-" Erik's cut off as several more pillows fly at and surround him. Dancing in the air as he attempts to bat them away. He falls to the floor in a dazed heap. Spitting out feathers. "I'll take it that's a no…" Charles finally laughs then. Predatory amusement shines in the elder man's eyes as he rises to his feet, stalking forwards. "So…another activity?"
Now Charles can't move - restrained by snaking metal which has coiled around his arms - bed springs - weaving beneath his shirt. "Eri-k" Left gasping, as teeth nip against his throat, a tongue caressing over the sharp bite of pain. Before the elder man draws back, a calm tone in his voice. "Yes darling?"
"Darl-" Charles breaks off his protest, as his lips are claimed in a demanding kiss. Oomph - Erik -
Mine… Comes the smug, possessive response, that has him melting beneath to skilled hands.
Drawn to the edge, a memory sharp and precise flares in the telepath's mind - transmitting through the link between them. Erik stills as their own viewpoints interchange. I think that's when I first realised how much you meant to me…when he threatened you directly…
AN: This is a shared memory between Erik and Charles, prior to the beach scene, but set not long after the move to the mansion…and Shaw has paid his visit to the CIA…
Charles jerks awake, the books lying in his lap scattering to the ground as he looks around him in bleary eyed confusion. Library - he was in the library. He must have fallen asleep - he jerks forwards gasping as the fierce scream pierces his skull. Professor - help - me! He gasps tears sliding down his face at the deep panicked pain projecting to him from the young woman.
Angel - Angel! He tries to reach her mind again, Professor! She screams her pain flooding into his mind. He gasps slipping to his knees, clutching his head when he hears the mocking laughter. For the briefest moment - too brief - he sees through her eyes. Sees Shaw's face peering down at him. Hello Charles… He jerks backwards out of Angel's body colliding against the near desk with a sharp startled gasp.
They had her. They had Angel. She needed his help. Shaw's laughter echoes in his mind. Run little telepath - you will still be too late… He races through the doors - colliding straight into the charging silhouette.
"Charles!" Erik wakens to the telepath's intense fear - seeming to project across the mansion - or was it only Erik who was picking up on the sensation? Perhaps a residual effect from their earlier training session? Library - he was in the library…he raced towards his destination, only to collide straight into the smaller man as he burst through the doors. Radiating absolute panic.
His blue eyes were unfocused - and he didn't seem to recognise Erik…was he still dreaming? Pinning him against the wall, his fingers slip beneath his shirt collar, to rest lightly against Charles's throat, The younger man's skin was hot - feverishly warm - and his pulse was racing… Reaching out to trace the pale jaw line - the outline of his cheek - before pressing gently against the younger man's temples. As the telepath had taught him on their long road trip - sometimes he got lost in the presence of other minds. This seemed to be what was happening now…
Angel - Shaw - panic - pain - hurt - Angel - need help -
The metal manipulator draws a sharp breath. Was this a dream - or was Shaw using some devious means to target the telepath? "Charles!" He commands sharply, drawing back his hand to strike him hard across the face. After a long moment the blue eyes clear. Regarding Erik in startled surprise. "What…?"
There is a moment of silence as Erik realises Charles does not remember anything. Perhaps he was simply dreaming. He releases him, stepping back to brush a hand through his own hair. "You were projecting Charles - kept talking about Angel-" The younger man regards him blankly for a moment before his face twists into startled fear. Erik catches his arm - and feels it then - the sharp mental spike of energy that slams into him.
Angel screaming - Shaw's face leaning over her - and murmuring Charles's name. Erik snarls, and the image of Shaw shifted to look directly at him. Ah Erik - nice of you to join us…you know you are welcome as well…I was sorry that your telepath friend was not there at the base, I was so hoping to recruit him…and you - you are welcome as always…
As Shaw's piercing laughter fills his mind Charles tears from his grasp. He was a fast runner. Erik unleashes his power, taking control of his wrist watch - his belt - cuffs - shoes…the younger man slips, as he's held in place, dazedly attempting to get to his feet when the metal kinetic tackles him to the ground and pins his wrists. "Charles - snap out of it!" He commands fiercely. Marking the too rapid beating of the heart beneath him.
Angel - panic - fear - pain - needs help…
"Yes - she chose to go with him." Erik snarls, fingers gripping his collar tightly. "Charles - you know it's a trap."
Trap. "Of course it is." Charles's agrees too easily. Erik keeps a tight grip, even as the younger man stops struggling. But she needs my help - we all make bad decisions. When Erik can blink again he is kneeling against the cold stone steps of the mansion - Charles had gone. With a low growl of frustration he rises to his feet drawing on every subtle element of his power that he can.
There - in the garage. The surrounding metal comes easily to Erik's call as the scatterbrained telepath regards Hank's jump jet carrier… "And just how are you going to fly that?" He demands. Charles starts, turning to face him, but then Erik has him. Metal elements wrap firmly around the telepath's wrists, waist and ankles like living snakes holding him in place. "Erik!" He yelps in surprise. "Let me go!" The metal manipulator shakes his head. "I'm sorry Charles - I can't do that."
Moira runs into the room, weapon raised at the commotion. "What's going on?" She demands. Her eyes widening as she witnesses the scene… She falls to her knees, gasping when Charles sends her the same images. Angel in danger. Needing help. She catches herself, a narrow expression in her eyes. "Charles - Erik is right. It is a trap."
The younger man shakes his head. "LET GO OF ME!" Seeing Erik's suddenly blank expression, Moira strikes him across the face. "Charles!" The metal ropes which had been slackening - suddenly jerk tight around his body. In the next instant Erik's fist connects firmly with his jaw with sufficient force to knock him out.
Moira is silent, watching Erik lift the younger man in his arms. Walking by his side back through the mansion. Observing the metal still coiled around the telepath's wrists. "Shaw's telepath must have reached him." Erik is silent, but she can feel the tension radiating from him waves. "He likes to collect power - and control those who have it. He wants Charles." She swallows at the determination in the steely green eyes. "Angel made her choice. She will suffer the consequences - Shaw will not get near Charles - I won't allow it."
Charles stirs. His head pounds, spikes with fierce pain, and Shaw's laughter pounds against his skull as he is forced to watch his manipulation of Angel, her slow tortured screams. He jerks awake, sweat streaming from his brow as he regards his surroundings. Where was he? His bedroom? No - Erik's…he frowned in confusion. The last thing he remembered was - the library - and Angel - she was calling for help…he had to help her - as he moves he is brought to an abrupt halt. His eyes widen as he makes out the metal chain coiled around his wrist, tied to the bed post. Giving him enough room to move - but not leave the bed. What was going on?
"Its for your own safety." The low voice announces from the corner of the room, causing him to start in surprise as he regards the pair of intense green eyes watching. "Erik?" He asks quietly out loud. The metal manipulator rises from his chair beside the window, stretching as he does so. "You recognise me? Thank the God's Charles - you had us worried."
Then Erik's large hands frame his shoulders, as he leans over him - green eyes searching his face. "What do you remember?" He demands quietly. And Charles is moved to answer "I - the library…" He responds uncertainly… "then - Angel - " Erik's hands tighten on his shoulders. "Erik - they have her - " He winces as sharp pain bursts through him. Erik's green gaze hardens. "Yes - she made her choice Charles - knowing the consequences…I won't let you fall into his hands." The metal manipulator's fingers gently brush his face, somehow easing the pain, and helping to clear his mind.
"Let me make it up to you." He states softly, tilting the younger man's chin up. "For what-" Charles asks in confusion. Erik's examining the already darkening bruise on the younger man's face, his fingers trail over the mark, observing the flash of pain that sparks in the blue eyes. Rather than let him pull away he cups the back his neck, holding him in place as he kisses him fiercely, before moving to leave a trail of kisses over the bruise. Pressing him back down against the mattress, his eyes flash in wicked victory as the younger man's breath hitches. "Erik-" What time is - we can't - Moira-
"We're not expected for anything today. I cleared our schedules. Besides I think Moira already knows…" Charles stills at this, before shoving the metal manipulator back. "She does?"
"Hmmm…we haven't exactly been discrete, and I don't see why we should…" The younger man starts at the metal that slips beneath his shirt, holding him down. "Erik-" There wasn't much talking after that point…
AN: Back to the present…
Erik smirks, drawn out of the memory, his eyes meet the younger mans, his fingers brush the pale cheeks in a teasing caress. "Let me make it up to you." For hitting you… He clarifies. "You probably saved my life." Charles responds, attempting to sit up. And I think you already did. Stilling when he realises he can't - metal holds him expertly down. He swallows at the flicker of predatory humour in the metallic gaze. "I insist…" The metal kinetic states softly leaning forwards. In a mirror of his previous motions.
"Erik-" Charles begins, falling silent at the laughter dancing in the green eyes. "Lets see if we've evolved since then?" Drawing a sharp gasp from the younger man, as he draws the metal into a finely meshed network of restraints. "Er-" ik…
"Yes darling?" He responds, as he sits back to admire his handiwork, only for his own breath to catch in his throat. Charles exposed, naked before him…he didn't think he could ever tire of seeing him so…the younger man was deliciously captive…appearing so vulnerable, and yet…he wasn't at all. He was strong, one of the strongest people that Erik had ever met, despite his unassuming demeanour. He was invincible…a mere thought could stop him in his tracks…Erik didn't think he could love him more in that moment. So submissive - yet he had chosen Erik, just as much as the metal manipulator had claimed him…
Erik finds his breath held yet again as he traces his fingers over the slight bump in the younger man's abdomen…growing…their children were growing… "I'm getting fat…" Charles's sighs, reading his thought, and a pillow flies over his head. Erik prises it away, and banishes the metal coiled around the younger man's frame. Replacing them with his own body, as he tears the pillow away from the telepath's face. "I don't think I've seen anything more beautiful…" Astonishment fills the blue eyes, but Erik taps his head, smirking at the flush that creeps across the pale skin as Charles realises he means it. That's ridiculous - I'm starting to look like a whale…how can…
A whale? No you are a beautiful gorgeously handsome man who is carrying our children…and everyday you remind me of this more and more…how much you have given me, more than hope Charles - you saved my soul. No - don't deny it. I was lost before I met you. More broken in our time apart after Shaw, than I had ever been…and that made me realise just how much I can't do this without you. I need you by my side more than ever. I meant it then - and its even more true now. We are linked you and I…mentally, and physically now. I don't think we can be apart, even we wanted to…and every day, you remind me just how much more you are giving to me. Something I never thought possible, something I did not miss but now cannot bear the thought of never having…and each day…you show more and more as our children grow, and with it…their potential, their arrival grows ever closer…
Charles isn't crying. Erik isn't holding him in his arms, and wiping his silent tears away. No. Because Charles is not crying. He doesn't cry. Shh…mein leibe… He soothes, tracing light patterns over his abdomen.
If it just so happened that Isan's death occurred at the moment that Charles was otherwise distracted…Erik could not be held accountable… He hadn't ordered the agent's death afterall…
Especially not when a drunk red mutant had so conveniently despatched the agent's body somewhere in the mid pacific. From the drunken state of the two warrior mutants it was a wonder they had managed not to cause any major incidences between them. And just how Logan ended up drunk - well that was another story all of its own…
Part 34 - Angel
Charles is furious with Logan. Azazel appears suitably chastised by his lecture. Though the telepath has some doubts as to how long it will last with either of them.
Erik finds time to speak with Angel. His shared remembrance with Charles, reminds him that she was also badly manipulated by Shaw. She's surprised when he asks to speak to her catching her alone, observing the last rays of sunlight, before they are extinguished by the night. "I've always thought that its one of the most beautiful natural sights…and something we take for granted every day…" She sighs, before turning to face soberly. "But I suppose you think I'm being overly emotional?"
He steps silently beside her, simply watching, before he responds. "Remind me to take you North sometime…have you ever seen the colours that the magnetic fields produce?" She blinks a little surprised, "The Aurora Borealis? No… I would like that." He nods, sitting down. She follows after a moment. Neither affected much by the cool air. "They are beautiful…like yourself." She's quiet at this. "You know…I was there…when he reached out to Charles…" At first he thinks she will not speak with him…but he's more than surprised when she does. "You mean that don't you?" She asks softly. "That's - you always say what you mean. I admire that about you. You don't seem to fear anything. You'll speak knowing it will cause tension, but because that's the right thing to do…Shaw's actions, everything he did - was to cause tension. Not to alleviate it…"
"What happened?" Erik asks softly, taking one of her hands in his own. She exhales sharply. "I heard him…Shaw was in my head. How could he do that Erik? He wasn't a telepath - at least - I don't think he was…" Erik shakes his head. "He enjoyed manipulating people. His gift seemed to focus around energy but perhaps somehow I don't know, he was able to build on that…or maybe it was Emma…" Angel shudders, "No…it wasn't Emma…I would know…besides, I never saw her till we rescued her from the CIA."
Softly she explains how Shaw used her…tried to break her. In time he might have succeeded. It was only her background, her knowledge of his tactics, and her own foolishness that he could succeed in what he claimed… Sighing she looks out to the darkening mountains. "He had this way of speaking…that you just knew was wrong…but was so tempting…I hate that I fell for it."
Erik is quiet. He will not diminish her pain, or suffering by false platitudes. In many ways she brought it on herself…but in others… "You knew Shaw wasn't going to leave the CIA base empty handed didn't you?" He acknowledges, and she stills as he understands part of her decision to leave. "You may have been tempted…but you also understood that. He had to have his victory." She shrugs. "I've known men like him all my life Erik. They believe they are powerful - need to assert themselves over others. I had an idea he wasn't going to take rejection from us all lightly…despite his words." Erik nods. "You know you probably saved their lives. Darwin died…but, if none of you had joined him - it could have been more…"
She exhales, and wraps her arms around him, before drawing away just as suddenly. "Thank you." Her voice is soft as she speaks now, it's a moment before she can meet his eyes. "I'm glad he's gone Erik…I had no idea…I was so naïve…" He shakes his head, and takes her hand giving it a firm squeeze in one of his own. "No Angel - you're young. You made a mistake, and Shaw was always clever at breaking down defences."
She smiles sadly "You know…the one thing I'm glad of most of all?" He shakes his head, and she squeezes his hand, before rising to her feet. "That he's got you Erik. Because you don't do anything by halves…and I know if you alright - he's alright, and we all have a future together." He finds himself uncomfortably moved by her faith. She smiles calling back to him as he moves to enter the house. "You know…you'll make a great Dad…" A teasing lilt to her tone, yet her words catch him off guard. Echoing Beast's sentiment of a few days earlier. Was it really only a few days ago that he had learned he was going to be a father?
Moira's halfway back from her perimeter check when she hears the sound of an approaching vehicle. She breaks into a run - hoping she is in time to intercede before disaster strikes. For that clearly is Bernard - the man from the shop in the village. Though what he's doing bringing deliveries up to the villa at this time of night…she has no idea.
But its late. They are not expecting anyone. And they have a house full of mutants still half on trigger edge.
Part 35 - Chambers
Erik's with Logan and the others trying to make sense of the machines littered in the underground chambers of the villa. As far as he could make out all of Shaw's retreats had a complex of cavernous bunkers built to withstand the threat of nuclear war - and act as shelters for their people unable to withstand the effects of the radiation. Azazel was giving them the guided tour, as Riptide simply appeared bored. Emma had cried off with a headache. Whilst Charles had banned all of them but Raven from the kitchen.
What he was doing Erik didn't know, but every so often he picked up a distracting image or two from the younger man, as he projected unintentionally. Peeking his curiosity. "This place is bigger than a government facility…" Logan states in respect. His gaze taking in the sheer size of the rooms.
Beast is bristling with excitement when they come across the laboratories…and they lose him there as he sets about cataloguing the various pieces of equipment, speaking to himself in his excitement. Simon remains listening to him ramble, with a curious slant in his gaze as he witnesses the blue mutant's delight.
Angel is quiet, simply observing along with Alex, and Sean. The blond youth seems unimpressed, whilst Sean seems unable to banish his wide-eyed surprise. Talia walks close beside Logan, a nervousness in her stance as she regards the large open spaces. As though she dislikes being so exposed. "What was he planning here?" Erik asks. Azazel shrugs. "Emma might know…but I doubt it…he kept his plans close to his chest."
The temperature begins to drop as they continue to descend, and Alex realises they are someway under the mountains by now. When they come to a strangely domed room, Azazel winces, and notes he'll remain outside. Erik realises this is partly the reason Emma cried off. For the room is generating a psi null shield…it blocks telepathic powers… "This is where he liked to work in private." Riptide states quietly, taking over as guide. His rough voice is a startling surprise, as he almost never speaks. Talia tilts her head as she regards him thoughtfully. Erik observes the various half constructed instruments, feels the metal respond automatically to his presence. There's a half dozen of the helmets in here…half constructed…some clearly discarded, not up to the job. Plenty of material for Erik to work with…
Looking down he realises he has been distracted, long enough for the other's to carry on without him, and follows Talia's tug on his arm. They arrive at a curiously oblong room from the outside, inside…there's a strange sense of disorientation. The walls are composed of angular shapes, and its strangely loud. Sean has his mouth open, and before Erik can stop him there's a fierce screech. Its piercing…yet…not painful…as though the sound waves have been absorbed… The metal manipulator blinks in realisation. They are in a sound nullifying room…Banshee can screech as loud as he likes, not a sound will pass beyond the room…
Alex claps a hand on his shoulder smiling. "Guess we've found your practice room then!" Sean laughs. "Hey we can bring some drums down…" Riptide frowns, "I don't think you'll be able to fly in here…" But the boys are already in deep discussion over performing their own music. Riptide meets Angel's humoured gaze.
Logan shakes his head, leaving Erik follows him out. "Too much?" He challenges. The warrior mutant scowls at him shaking his head as though to combat dizziness. "Don't know how they can stand it in there." He stares at the metal manipulator with a frown. "Besides - I know what you did." Erik blinks as though he has no idea what the man is talking about. Logan frowns. "You got me and bub to do your dirty work for you - and we get the blame from your lover…how is that fair?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Logan snorts. "I'll bet." With a smug grin Erik stands up straight, "Besides…no one said life was fair…" He breaks off feeling a sharp spike of startled unease.
Not himself. Charles. The telepath has been caught by surprise. Something that in itself should normally be impossible, but as of late his telepathy has been erratic, along with his controls. His range is expanding, and when particularly stressed he has trouble blocking people out.
Whilst Erik can partly shield him - he's still fine tuning his own ability to do so - and certainly can't block out the vague persistent whispers - like fine rain seeping through cracks…
Now however it seems he had done too well a job -
Part 36 - Delivery
Moira does not run - she elegantly races down the stairs stepping directly in the path of the thunderous metal manipulator, surrounding by a wake of red smoke. "Hello again." She greets cheerfully to the shop keeper. Hopefully gaining enough time for Erik to see that their uninvited guest posed no danger. And as a respected member of the Swiss village he had absolutely no need to be impaled with the metal spheres hovering behind her in the air.
On receiving no immediate response at the door, Bernard had realised it was open, and stepped hesitantly into the large ornate hallway, arms holding the packages he had come to deliver, eyes scanning the elegant surroundings with insipid greed, as he thought to catch a glimpse of the elusive Erik.
Turning towards the distinct bustling chatter he had arrived in the kitchen, whereupon he made a grievous error. His gaze fell first upon the bright blue eyed youth bustling with baking ingredients. Clearly the cook. And a blue shimmering…no blond female…sat at a large wooden table, staring at him in surprise. She falls silent, regarding his entrance in clear shock. Ah. These must be the hired servants of the household. With smirk of superiority he announces his arrival in a loud haughty demeanour, speaking over the woman as she attempts to get the cook's attention. "I have brought Mr Lehnsherr's-"
The younger man jumped at the sound of his voice. Badly startled. Bernard could only stare as flour, sugar, and other ingredients went sailing through the air, covering the room in a fine powdery white dust.
All over his own immaculate expensive designer suit. He would never admit to the realisation that the items had been projected across the room of their own accord…defying gravity, and had been no where near the other occupants of the room…
Charles had instinctively reacted, lashing out defensively. He was startled by the intrusion, appalled at his own reaction, and utterly dismayed by the mess in the room.
Raven was on her feet, and stepping between the two of them, her face tight with anger, as she regarded the shopkeeper's uninvited presence. Bernard grabbed her arm, to lean over Charles. "You fool - do you realise how much this cost-" He's silenced as Raven, pulls her arm free, and shoves him backwards. Right into an arriving Moira who has caught the end of the vehement exchange. She hasn't been the only one. She's righted on her feet by a strong grip, before Erik releases her.
The air cools in the room by a good 10 degrees as the metal manipulator sweeps forwards. Regarding the unknown man, and Raven's fierce mask of rage, as she stands defensively in front of her seemingly oblivious brother. Bernard has his hand raised as though to strike her - but his fist is gripped in an unshakable steel grasp. "Who are you and what are you doing?"
There's a darkness in the bite of Erik's words that makes Moira wince. Though his opening gambit could have been much worse. He was attempting some control. Perhaps conscious of how close to hyperventilating Charles already was.
Stepping behind him Emma takes in the scene silently. "Erik - surely you remember the fellow who assisted us so kindly to order Talia's new clothes the other day?" She takes a seat at the table. "Especially after our luggage was lost…this is Bernard…remember?"
Of course Erik didn't remember, and his eyes were bearing down on her with all of his rapier intelligence. Moira felt certain a sharp intensive mental exchange was taking place. Raven winces when his gaze flickers to her, her eyes flash yellow for an intense moment.
"Yes…your packages arrived sir…I merely thought to drop them here for you." Bernard expands, finding his pleasant mask again. Erik relinquishes his death grip on the man's arm. "Next time…do not presume." He states coldly. Watching at the tall man, bows attempting to dust down his suit, and only making the mess worse. "Oh dear." Emma is not quite smirking as she projects to Moira. He's really quite upset about that…
"Yes." Bernard responds absently, "I did not expect to be set upon by your servants-" Hinting strongly with his tone that really Erik could do much better than the people had had currently working for him.
Charles looks up startled at Raven's sharp hiss. Erik's grip on Bernard's arm becomes crushing, and the man looks at him startled. Completely oblivious to the metal knives which have begun to circle round him. "You have no idea to whom you speak. You presume too much. Should my 'cook' decide I would not hesitate to kill you in an instant." The shop keeper's eyes are wide with fright. As some inclination of the danger he has placed himself in sinks into his mind.
Moira grips Erik's wrist. He doesn't move an inch, but the knives clatter back onto the worktop - startling the shop keeper. A suspicious look in his features when no one else reacts, he turns once more to regard Charles, and there's a sharp look of accusation in his features.
Anyone else would be chastised by the sight of the younger man. His blue eyes wide in utter distress. There's a rising grinding sound from quaking metal items in the room as Erik struggles to restrain his anger. Bernard looks surprised. "Oh dear - I best be heading back. I didn't know there were any avalanche warnings out today…"
Emma smiles at him condescendingly. "No of course not. I will see you out." Moira follows hearing the metal manipulator's gentle voice float back after them. "Charles - its just a cake…" She winces at the projected growl of hysteria. No its not!
Emma is unfailingly courteous as she shows the shopkeeper to his car. She instructs an arriving Alex, and Sean to gather the parcels from the truck as she utilises her own skills to insight some respect and fear into the man. "I understand not a word of this will pass your lips?" He shakes his head. "Ma'am." Looking indignant enough, but from the nod as she presses the paper in his hands she has done the correct thing.
Alex and Sean are arguing over parcels, and she calls them out on it. "Boys - come on!" Then Logan is there, looking over their new intruder curiously…and Bernard is half in the car. Something about the warrior just exudes primitive danger…Alex yelps as he barely grabs the last parcel, before he's off balance and the car is retreating down the icy road. "Just how much did you ladies buy?" He asks faintly.
Moira stares at the shop keeper's retreating vehicle, turning to regard an amused Emma standing beside her. "What?"
"That's it…you're just letting him go? After Erik…"
"After Erik did what?" Moira exhales at this, regarding the other woman uneasily. She smirks, "Moira…did you think I could let him going after what he's witnessed? Truly it sits better in his mind to think he has had a pleasant evening, succeeded in delivering his items, and earned some money from the transaction…or I could kill him…"
Moira considers this silently, uneasily aware of which option would have been left to her - and how easily she would now take it to protect these people. She shakes her head, following the diamond woman back inside. Just what was happening? Could she really be siding with mutant-kind over her own? It seems she was...
Part 37 - Operation Salvage
As they convince Charles to sit down, and begin clearing up the mess. Erik demands to know why this shopkeeper seems to know him. An uneasy expression crosses Raven's face, and she does not answer. Slipping into a smaller form, she ducks under his arm, and before Erik can stop her has wrapped her arms around her brother's shoulders. "Raven." Erik continues warningly, and her eyes flash yellow in unrelenting challenge. He frowns, he will find out the truth - one way or another.
A returning Emma smiles. Oh please do sugar, I just can't wait to rewind the part where you kiss Azazel…
Erik blinks at this utterly mortified, his mind stills. I - Raven in my -
Charles stirs, and Raven closes her eyes. "You didn't…" She blushes, and Emma laughs. "All's fair in love and war Charles dearest…I though you knew that…"
But…Raven…
Raven scowls down at her brother. "Is it because its Azazel? Or because its anyone…"
Charles frowns…but realises that despite his appearance, Azazel is in all respects a gentleman - especially in his behaviour to his sister…and so its just that its anyone… Seeing his expression she sighs… "You have to let me go sometime."
"I already did…"
She blinks back tears at this, stroking his hair. Besides I see you threatened Erik.
That's different.
Is it?
Yes - you're my brother - and you have no self preservation instincts whatsoever. And it wasn't a threat.
Drawing a hand over his eyes, Erik finally shakes himself from the daunting image that Emma has put into his head. She laughs. "If it helps any - I think Riptide was mortified…" He shakes his head. "Forget it Raven…I don't want to know."
"Raven wait-" Charles follows her out of the room, and Erik surveys the kitchen. He has a vague idea of what the younger man was attempting to make…he's certain its salvageable…
Azazel reappears with more eggs in hand, a dazed Sean by his side. "We could have stopped for-" The red mutant is shaking his head. Alex looks at the ingredients, and the ideal result a little dubiously. "We could have just bought one…" Sean whacks him on the arm, "And you don't think he would know?" Alex shrugs as his own stomach rumbles in agreement. "I'm sure he would prefer something edible as opposed to the last two charred monstrosities."
"It can't be that complicated…" Erik groans, taking a deep swig of the beer that Azazel sets before him once more. Alex looks at Hank who survey's their attempts with a loud sigh as he enters the room. "At least you've got rid of that infernal stench…" He sighs wrinkling his nose. "Hank - surely you can help?" Alex demands.
Erik attempts to glower at the scientist, but its not working for some reason, perhaps due to the amount he's drunk. Surely not that many but he doesn't remember that many bottles…
Hank takes the empty glass from his hand. "That's enough." Glowering up at an amused Azazel. Logan is staring down at his empty shot glass, waiting for the room to stop spinning. Wishing he had never challenged the red mutant to find something that did get him drunk. He can't stand the taste of the stuff…its sickly sweet, aniseed tasting, and absolutely vile. But there's no mistaking its effects…
Quietly Riptide steps forwards into the empty space, and mixes the ingredients together, slipping them into a cake tin, as Simon observes him silently. Amusement shines in the whirlwind mutant's eyes as he places a conspiratorial finger to his lips.
20 minutes later, the most delicious smelling cake emerges from the oven, and stops them all in mid argument…
Erik is conversing with Hank on amplifying electromagnetic effects using a band of specifically moulded alloys, to help shield Charles as his powers and controls become more erratic. Its not long before the young scientist has a beer in hand, and is engaged in discussing the theory, as Alex, Sean, and Simon work on the cake decoration. Azazel watches Riptide put together the ingredients for the second and third batch, to form the base, and middle of the cake. There's a flicker of awe in the red mutant's eyes as he watches his comrade work…
The girls, and consequently Charles are gathered in the adopted living room. The younger man is drowsily listening to the girls talk, lain against one of the elegant couches, Raven coiled on his lap. Angel is speaking of her cousin's pregnancy and birth…and the things she went through. Talia is quietly learning chess from a surprisingly patient Emma, who chips in every now and then to Angel's monologue.
Moira watching the younger man's eyes go wide, realises belatedly they are only causing him more panic. "I'm sure Hank has thought of that…" She amends hoping the scientist already had…
In the kitchen, Hank responds to the younger man's panicked concern. Erik, tilts his head, listening in via the mental link.
No…no don't worry I've sorted that - I've a formula that imitates the mother's milk, and also takes into account the twins specific needs - such as their demand for iron… and it can be easily adapted as they grow…
Birth - likely to be a caesarean unless…things change…
At this Charles relaxes slightly, but still observes Angel with a wary look in his eyes. The winged mutant takes no notice, her concentration now on the diamond telepath, and Talia's game. "How are you doing that?" She asks, Emma smiles. "Telepathy…it makes for a great exchange of information…" Exchanging a knowing glance with Charles, who stifles a yawn.
"Telepathy…?" Emma nods. "Yes…we all seem to have two distinct aspects to our gifts - you have your flight, and your acid balls…I have telepathy, and can become diamond…Talia and her brother have their healing power - but also mild telepathy…"
Angel considers this in silence for a long moment, when she notices the tall shadow leaning over them. Erik. He's come to belatedly rescue Charles, but he doesn't seem too steady on his own feet. Raven gives a squawk of surprise as she's dumped on the floor, and the younger man leaps to his feet, steadying the metal manipulator. "Are you alright?" Erik laughs, wrapping a strong if unsteady arm around the younger man's waist. "Rescue." He states non too soberly. "Right." Love what's wrong?
Nothings wrong…just…heard everything…
Ah the whole pregnancy conversation with Angel - and Hank's conclusions. Erik had drunk himself into a stupor to quell his own sharp panic. Not long…and be Dad… Charles nods warmly, You're going to be fantastic Erik... He responds, receiving an unsteady grin in response, he lets himself be guided towards the kitchen.
The cake is amazing. The smile on Charles's face has everyone beaming. The girls (Angel) shriek in surprise as they observe the results of the 'boys' cooking. Emma exchanges a warm knowing glance with Riptide. "Teamwooek" Erik announces proudly, not quite leaning against the wall for balance. "Amazing - absolutely amazing…we should open up a bakery…" Charles enthuses, Logan groans. Emma smirks. Raven blinks, a blush in her features as she regards the dark red rose in her hand, not there a moment ago - the faintest shimmer of red smoke dissipating around her. Was that a lingering tingle of lips against her cheek? Was that Hank growling?
Part 38 - Shield
Working with Hank, Erik makes good on his plan to find a way to help Charles combat the erratic nature of his gifts, growing steadily worse as his pregnancy develops. Using some of the adamantium metal that Shaw was using in his own helmet designs, and alloys they have tested together the metal manipulator fuses the elements into a beautiful elegant iridescent silver crown. An augmentation to his own magnetic shielding, it will protect the telepath from the barrage of other minds as his own controls falter, without affecting the link which exists between them. Charles is a little wary of the object, though it stops his own effects being projected onto the rest of the household. It means however that he will be utterly powerless…a true test of his trust in Erik…
Alex has fallen quiet and its some time before Hank realises how much time has passed. He's working in the laboratory, and already has several experiments on the go. Replicating some more iron injections for Charles, and working on the milk substitute he devised several weeks ago, when realising all the implications, that the new born babies would face - without having a female as a mother. "You know…you really think of everything…" Alex states in the silence, and Hank, stops, wondering where the blond youth is going now. He's never had a good handle on his quicksilver moods. "I mean without you - Charles would be in such a mess…we all would be - I wouldn't have learned to aim my gift…" He looks up. "Hank…I guess I'm trying to say…thanks…I guess…" With an accepting smile, the blue mutant shrugs. "You're welcome Alex." Feeling a warmth rise in his chest with the older boys words. Alex nods, leaping off the stool. "Its strange, everything feels…homelike - you know? In a way I would have imagined it to be…" Hank pushes his glasses up on his nose. "I know what you mean…my own wasn't so bad, I hid what I was…"
"Was there only you?" Hank nods. Alex sighs, a pained expression in his eyes. "I had brothers - there was Scott…he's older than me…but…my powers divided us. He hated me for what I did…" Hank sighs softly, his voice a low rumble. "Alex, you could not help what happened…any more than any of us can…our powers manifest in the strangest ways…sometimes cruel. I imagine not all mutations are beneficial…I just hope, with what we know, and what we can do…we can prevent as much of the heartache we had to suffer…"
There's a sharp piercing shriek - a scream of anger, and the sudden slamming of a distant door. The door to the sound blocking room…then Raven appears in her natural form. A mischievous expression in her features. "Hey - have you seen what Sean's doing?" Hank shrugs, "He's working on a sculpture I believe. His voice should be able to act as a resonator to cause the silica to mould into glass without heat." She sighs, "Yeah…well I don't think its working." Hank shrugs, "I'm not certain its possible, not with the range at his disposal at any rate…"
"Well…I wouldn't bother him - he's moving up into the sub sonic range next…" She finishes with a cheery wave, disappearing back down the corridor. Alex sighs, watching her go. "I envy her…so much…" Hank blinks in surprise. "You do?"
"Yes…she got Charles as a brother…and no matter what she does, he will always forgive her…"
"Hmm…" Hank sighs, and Alex squeezes his arm. "You know, I wouldn't pine over her...You had your chance - its gone. Azazel seems decent enough…"
Hanks frowns… "Yes, well…" Alex shakes his head. "Let her go Beast - or you'll lose her friendship as well…she's got Charles to protect her - hell I wouldn't want to be on his bad side…"
Part 39 - Loss
Charles wakens with an abrupt start. He can't sense them. In panic he sits over the edge of the bed, hand resting forlornly against his abdomen. They've gone…the brilliant bright sparks of consciousness…that had been resting against his own…just gone…vanished as though they had never existed.
A sharp feeling of nausea rises within him, and he makes it to the bathroom just in time. He's not been sick for such a long while…he thought that phase had passed…
He's scarcely aware of the coldness of the water, trailing down his skin, is unaware how much time he's spent just leant against the wall of the shower, in shock when a sharp bang crunch wrenches the lock from the door. The metal handle simply folds in on itself.
"Charles-" Erik takes one look at his beloved, and his anger vanishes. He strides forwards, with a wave of his hand the icy cold torrent shifts into a moderate warmth as the metal pipework heats up.
Gonegone…gone…
The younger man doesn't open his eyes. Can't look at the metal manipulator for either the recrimination or shared pain he will see there.
Tabitha…Tomas…gone…his fault…what had happened?
Sensing the younger man's intense grief, and the pain of loss, Erik realises what has happened. For a moment he stills, in the next, he's stepping underneath the torrent of water, still fully clothed enfolding the younger man in his arms. "Shh…not your fault…calm down…" He soothes, feeling him shaking still from cold he cannot take away.
Can't feel - gone -
"Shh…not your fault…" Erik responds more firmly. Clamping down on his own screaming grief. Here and now Charles needed him…he would mourn their loss later…much later…
Neither are aware how much time has passed when the younger man jumps. His eyes wide. Something - kicked…he ceases to breathe. In a heartbeat, Erik presses him back against the wall, letting his palm rest over the spot - feeling the sudden motion for himself. Another kick…
Without hesitation he reaches out with his gift…and receives a warm pulse of familiar response…they are both there…still alive…still growing…
Charles still isn't breathing - he dare not. But then Erik's pressing against him, his lips forcing air into his own. Breathe idiot… Comes the joyous response. Tears slide down the metal manipulator's face, and Charles watches them in mute wonder his fingers reach out to catch them, and Erik catches his wrist, kissing his palm. Idiot. Erik repeats, blanketing him in silent chastisement. "I still can't feel them…" Charles responds, his voice though quiet seems jarringly loud to his own ears. "That's because I'm guessing at least one of them is a telepath…" Erik responds, kissing his bare throat, And I'm guessing she's shielding…
Its amazing really - that at such a stage of development the babies have learned to shield their developing minds…Charles wasn't expecting it…and so was unprepared for their 'disappearance…'
He gasps at the realisation, and sags as his body processes the utter relief. Erik catches him, holds him up. As tears slide down both their faces. Mutants…their children were mutants…
Charles doesn't quite cling to the metal kinetic as he draws them out of the shower. The latter still fully clothed. Appearing quite drowned. Charles bites back a hysterical laugh.
"Hush…" Erik's lips brush against his own, ensuring he's dry, he coaxes him back to lie against the bed. Shredding his sopping wet clothes, he towels himself down, before lying next to him, coiling around him. Holding him close. "Shh…they're fine…they're fine…" He repeats over and over, till the truth seeps into the telepath's mind.
Part 40 - Welcome
Its not long after that when the time comes. Charles is speaking with Alex, and Logan when he doubles over in pain - almost passing out from the jolt of urgent agony coiled within. Erik's there moments later lifting him from Logan's arms, the latter submitting without protest, and charging towards the makeshift infirmary that Hank has been organising with Talia and Simon.
There's no time for painkillers, and no way that they can be used - not with Charles in such a state, there's no telling the long term effect they will have on the telepath. His pain however is projecting to everyone else - and his powers are going haywire - its all he can do not to tear the room apart - that and the other stresses are tearing him apart…
Azazel appears with the crown, and Charles glowers at Erik, but submits silently when he places it over his brow, setting it into a snug fit. The roaring whirlwind in the infirmary abruptly vanishes, and Hank finds he can now move without the paralysing pain. Raven runs into the room, and grabs her brother's free hand, the one that isn't being held by Erik whose face is pure white in silent terror.
Charles's grip on his hand is enough almost to block out the pain still being projected through their mental link. Erik's feeling everything of this - and he doesn't know how Charles is still conscious - he's never felt anything so painful in all his life…doesn't know if he can cope…
Medicines, sedatives have never worked well on the telepath - and would be no use now…but Erik doesn't care - causing the needles to inject into his own arm. Feeling a calm euphoric state of relief settle over him…the pain's an afterthought now…as he projects his own temperament across to the younger man. Blue eyes meet his own in shocked silent as the first ear piercing shriek reaches their ears…
"It's a boy…" Hank states softly, wiping the blood away, before handing the child to a startled Erik. He looks down at the tiny infant, uncertain what to do. Charles laughs softly. He's in such pain, how can he laugh? Erik thinks in dazed bewilderment, as Raven leans across with a wide smile. "Oh…he's so cute…"
When Charles reaches up, Erik hands him the child without conscious thought, and the scene imbeds itself in his memory. The younger man, holding their first born child against his chest, joyous angelic innocence in both their expressions, Hello Tomas… Charles projects, including Erik in the mental conversation. The metal kinetic starts, and wonderingly brushes the babe's forehead. "He's so small…" He whispers, softly in awe… truly no larger than the span of his hand.
There's a brush against Charles's side, gentle a touch feather light - but some of the pain fades, and Erik looks up into Talia's eyes, in grateful surprise. She holds a knowing warm smile in her expression. Simon is standing a little behind her, appearing slightly wary.
Then Erik's focal point shifts the moment he hears her cry. Like a sharp piercing of his heart, her voice he already knows…he's lifting her out of Hank's arms, cradling her against his chest before he's really conscious of what he's doing. Tabitha…their daughter. Their beautiful daughter…oh…and like Tomas she's so small…so delicately fragile… there's a tentative pulse against his mind - no structure to the thoughts as yet…but its there…from her… "Telepathic…" He murmurs, and feels Charles fingers wrap against his own. He leans down, letting the younger man touch her, feel her. His blue eyes widen, as he meets his own. "Speak to her…" He states softly. Like you used to…
Cautiously Erik sends a flicker of energy outwards, and receives in return another gentle pulse against his mind, and her eyes open… a distinct blue - like Charles…
"I thought they didn't open their eyes for at least a week…" Someone was saying distantly. Charles is looking down at Tomas, watching him in quiet wonder, observing the distinct green of his iris's. "Well…I don't know if you've noticed…but this isn't exactly a normal pregnancy…" Raven drawls in response.
There's a flood of visitors in the room. Azazel is there, red tail twitching, his eyes hold a joyous warmth. He's perhaps the only one more petrified than Erik when Tomas is placed in his arms. Alex holds him with an instinctual ease, and there's a serious struggle for possession between himself Moira, and Sean, broken when Emma intercedes and holds him. She appears perplexed for a long moment, before his eyes open, and meet her own…then she's appears utterly spell bound.
Erik does not relinquish his hold on their daughter, aware of just how much smaller, she is. More than relieved when at last they are finally alone, and he's cradling both babies in his arms. Utterly terrified of hurting them. But Angel's shooed the others out. He curls up on the bed beside Charles, whose eyes are finally closed, resting. And at the sight of them all the metal manipulator scarcely dares to breathe… Everything he loves most dearly is here in this room…
He knows it. He's seen already - but somehow in this quiet moment the reality sinks in…when she yawns, and her eyes open…he exhales…her eyes are blue…brilliant blue just like Charles…and his eyes are green…brilliant metallic green like Erik's…
And they've already named themselves…
So here you go...the twins are finally here...
again apologies for the delay in update, and I really hope this meets your expectations...
Please let me know your thoughts in review - this changed a lot from the original format I set out - and as for most things ended up longer than I originally planned...
There will be an epilogue posted following this - hopefully within the next month of the twins growing up - right up to the vision Charles and Erik had in the last section... so any particular characters or scenes you would like included - just let me know...
