Thoughts of Erik's childhood blurred into the windshield as the wipers made them fade…

Erik was nervous; he'd spent most of his time before finding Charles, tracking Shaw down.

For the first time in his life, he didn't want to kill the man. Images of Shaw kissing a young Erik haunted his mind, with his power he slammed down the handle and cause the windshield wipers to scrape against the glass on full blast.

"Fuck!" Erik shouted at the windshield, now he could only see the rain. From what he could find out about Shaw's whereabouts was that he was located in a town not far from Charles.

Maybe Shaw expected that from him…

Erik's foot never lessened on the gas pedal. The screech of other cars was music to his ears. Hearing the curses of other drivers was his new routine. They kept him sane for the moment.

He knew exactly where Shaw had been hiding; Emma had given him away without realizing it.

Erik's eyes darted to the road as he pulled into the exit lane.

The place wasn't far from Oxford.

Erik finally slowed once he got into the neighborhood.

Helios was the name of the building, it was a foreign trade facility. He knew once he'd intercepted a package from Emma Frost.

It was a small mistake, but a fatal one.

Erik shook his head as he tried to shake the images from his mind of killing the man. He couldn't, this was for Charles and only Charles.

He took a deep breath and got out of the car. Erik stared around, for some reason he checked to see if anyone had noticed him. He strode quickly across the street and hesitated slightly before pulling the handle.

He looked up and was startled to see Janos Quested, he remembered briefly that he'd knocked a submarine wall and stomped over his form beneath the metal trying to get to Shaw.

The man looked up and then back down at his work.

Erik paused.

Then the double take commenced and the man produced familiar whirlwinds from his palms and then decided against it.

Erik knew he didn't want to make a scene, and they were in hiding as well. Shaw was being more careful this time with the Hellfire club.

Just in case, Erik locked the door behind him.

"I need to speak with Shaw." He demanded.

Janos' dark eyes widened as he picked up the phone a dialed a number Erik tried to remember for future use.

"We have a guest." The man said. Erik's expression didn't change, but the sound of this man's voice surprised him. It was laced with an accent he'd never heard before.

Just then Azazel teleported into the room, wearing his traditional black.

Bamf!

The sound made Erik tense; he didn't want a fight, not this time.

"I just need to talk to Shaw; I'm not interested in this childish fighting." Erik snapped.

Azazel held out his hand and Erik snatched it, causing the other mutant to flinch.

Azazel had feelings?

Erik smiled at the thought and then his eyes widened as the room can into view.

It was completely silver, lined up the walls and over the entire ceiling and Erik could do was stare. It was unlike the mirror room that Shaw previously owned.

Bamf!

Azazel left him.

Before Erik could do anything to grab onto the other man he'd dissipated into air.

"Again?" Erik slammed his fists against the wall and cursed. He was so close to finding him now…

Erik closed his eyes and fell to the floor in defeat, his knees rising to his chest as the walls of the cold room closed in on him.

"Hello Erik." A familiar voice flooded his mind.

Everything went black.

Erik could fell things happening to him, but he could make out what they were. A tight pull here, a thud there while his mind wavered in and out of the murky waters of his consciousness.

His eyes opened and back to the celling.

"He's awake…" Erik heard the feminine voice that belonged to Emma.

Erik felt harsh cold around his wrists, the room somehow grew colder.

His shirt was gone… everything was…

It made sense now… he didn't need to guess why his wrists were cold; he already knew the old yet familiar sting.

Chains…

The same ones that Shaw had used when he was only thirteen. He would never forget them. He tried to will out any kind of power

Then he felt a warm hand on his cheek, fingers tracing down his face. He pulled away as best as he could, only falling to the floor with the hapless effort. He was trapped and he knew it. Now Charles wouldn't get his legs… ever.

"I know why you're here Erik." Shaw calmly told him, for Erik's sake.

Erik's eyes went from their usual brilliant blue silver to a pained gray. He wasn't happy, not in this place. Shaw grabbed his shoulder and hit him against the wall.

Erik's eyes opened, Shaw decided that was how it would go then?

The metal manipulator smiled, as if he would expect anything nice from this demon.

Shaw placed a firm hand on Erik's naked chest and drained whatever energy he had left and the other man slumped against the wall.

"Sleep now my child." Shaw ran a hand through an unconscious Erik's hair.

Shaw smiled at the pale form beneath him, he knew he'd return, it was only a matter of time.

Emma easily filled him out on the details of Erik's whereabouts and what he'd been up to.

"Looks like you found me." The older man smiled.

He had big plans for little Erik Lensherr.

"Get the tools Emma, and then leaves us." Shaw ordered.

The woman dressed in white frowned slightly, she wondered if she'd made a mistake as she shut the door to the silver room.

"I'm sorry." She knew what Shaw had planned for Erik, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea for the poisonous relationship to fester to the surface once again.