CH 9 More Games

Erik tied her to a chair. Wrapping her in chains. He smiles at her.

"I really don't see the purpose of this." Erik sighed heavily again walking around her. He tightens the chains on her. She grunts at how uncomfortable she is with this.

"Erik," she grunts.

"The others have talents that can get them out of this. Mystique can change into a little girl to get out. Havoc has his blast. Banshee can scream at them. Hank can… well I don't know we need to check that avenue out. But you," are my main concern. She has developed a place in his heart.

"I can just tell them to let me go."

"Than do it." She looks at him. He is testing her. Looking away. She doesn't want to. But we are testing. She concentrates on him. He can feel the brush against his mind. Seeking access. He tightened the chains on her.

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Thinking back on how the day started. A group of hangover kids pouting around the kitchen table. None of them able to damper her mood. Raven recuperated quickly from her night when spying how relaxed her sister is. Getting up, overexcited, she runs to her sister enveloping her in a big hug. Thinking of her so proud and asking a million questions she would never ask aloud only in private. Charlotte just let her thoughts brush against her telling her it is good. Raven beaming with love.

The others noticed a slight pep in her steps. And that whenever Erik looks at the professor he smiles wickedly.

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The chains grew tighter with each brush. Erik had grown kind of impatient that she would not focus her full force on him. To see how strong she is. She grew frightened if she did. Stepping backward while all the others under her tutelage expanded. The chains tightened. It became harder to breath. She keeps trying to focus. She took in the room. Closing her eyes to concentrate on her task

Erik watching her fight the struggle to breath. He has control of the situation he hopes. Yet he is in full procession of his whole body. The light brush not there anymore. Watching her cease her struggle he steps closer. Her head has slumped further. Concerned he gets close. She has not yet used her safe word to get out of this. So he tightens the chains again. Her breath wheezes.

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"Oh God." She spoke. Hank turns around quickly.

"Oh professor. Didn't see you come in."

"Um," she took in her surrounding then focused on Hank. He looks startled but steps toward her.

"Are you all right? I thought you were um, training," other form of training unmentioned them doing, "with Mr. Lensherr?"

"I am. This is new." Looking at her hand as if new to her. Hank studies her.

"So what are you learning?" she looks straight at him.

"Astral projection." She spoke moving around the room. Yet still feeling the tightness of her bonds. She moves toward Hank to test tactile. Hank shudders at the touch. "Fascinating." They voice.

"Wow, we need to test this." He began to get a notepad.

"I just wish I knew how I am doing it."

"Well you can see through other's eyes. Control what they are seeing. Theory normal humans can astral project. It is just an aspect of how to control minds perspective. Since you are a telepath it would just be like you to access this."

"Interesting assessment Hank but right now I want to get back to my body."

"Where did you leave it?"

"The exercise room." She spoke glumly. She avoided that room like the plague. It was once her father's study. Hank nodded. No one talked about it. But when they got their tour. Mystique mostly talked about the rooms and such. That room Charlotte didn't enter. Certain people noticed how wary Charlotte is of that room. Erik stood by the entrance with her. Hank observes the astral projection move around his lab. Running her fingers lightly against objects.

"Alright. So do you want me to walk you there or do you just want to astral back?"

"Unsure," she took in the room. The bonds lessoned on her. Something had changed. Her hand goes to her cheek. There is warmth there. Sensation has change. Warm. "I think we should walk back. It's not that far." Hank moved to escort her. His mind going wild at this new advantage the professor gained.

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Erik tightened the bonds lightly. She still had not used her safe word. Her head had bowed forward. After a minute he began to panic. Moving closer he waited for her to surprise him. Nothing came. Worry crosses his features, what has he done? Releasing the chains her body slides with gravity. He grabs her.

"OH god," he alarms as he pulls her with him as he crumbles to the ground. Pulling her close. "Come back to me. Please come back to me." Guilt began to build in him. He rests his face against hers. His mouth near here ear. Repeats his prayer.

The doors open. Looking up startled. The chains hover then collapse with a thunk. Confusion fills him. There at the door is Hank. Beside him the astral projection of Charlotte. Staring between the two, confusion. The projection moves toward him.

"I guess I do have another talent." She smiles. Her hand ghost along his cheek. He shudders.

"You're not dead."

"No, I'm astral plaining." She smiles. "Crazy new trick, huh?" Erik watches as the ghost to him touches herself. Charlotte closes her eyes to one plain to awaken to her truth. Gasping for breath in Erik's arms. Erik can just look at her. She is alive again in his arms. Her eyes roaming his. Her sky's so full. Then the littlest of touches in his mind. Erik smiles.

"Wow," Hank vocals breaking the scene. "That was." They both look at Hank. He is so full of excitement. She smiles retuning her gaze to Erik. If his eyes shot out laser beams Hank would be dead. Recognition crossed Hank's features. "I'll just… I'll just be going."

Erik, she speaks through her mind. Feeling his worry. Wrapping a mental finger around his last couple of minutes. His fears. Snuggling close to him in his arms.

"Your method not recommended but it does show results."

"And how would you do it?" he had taught in the same way he was. Which is the Shaw way. Pain produces results. She begins to move in his arms in order to stand up. Erik gripping her close tight. The feather touch of her astral self scaring more than he is letting on. Leaning forward she kisses him on the cheek. "Time for your lesson." Maneuvering herself out of his arms to stand. Pulling him up he follows her out. She leads him out of the room. "Get what you want to test with. Meet me outside." Breathing an escape breath to be outside that room.

Going their separate ways. He goes to his room getting his gun.

Grabbing a suite jacket on her way. Her armor. Placing herself in teacher mode.

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They stand outside. She has given the gun back to him. He keeps telling her to test his limits. And he says he needs the situation.

"It got the job done so far." The example in the workout room proving his point. Now it is her time to teach. She has him focus on the dish. Yet he can't. He needs the situation. The anger.

"I always believed total control lies between rage and serenity." He looks at her funny. His mind going a mile a minute. All he has had is rage until recently. He has begun to have peace but not serenity. "May I?" She makes a motion with her hand. He nods in agreement. He trusts her so much. She delves through his memories finding the memory she wants that will help him. When she accesses that certain area of feelings. There are so many of recent memories there. She smiles inside that he finds peace with her. But she needs a none them moment. Skipping over the sex that they had for the first time. And the impromptu make out session before lunch. A feeling of completion. There it is, his mother. She shows the memory making them cry.

"What did you do to me?" she had awakened it. Removing part of the guilt over his mother death. The final would be when he had his revenge. This memory would work for now. Telling how she accessed the mind she urges him to try again. He reaches out.

They both smile in joy as he turns it toward them. So powerful. He grips her close. Relishing in the tactile just as much as she does. For he has so many barriers of his own. Then she steps back, teacher mode.

"We can't leave it like that." She groans. Wanting to save the world but also protect them from it. This would be noticed.

"So move it back," he tells her.

"My gift doesn't work like that." He turns his head to a side. She reads his though knowing what he wants. Moving close to him. "Go ahead." She leaves her arms to her side. Erik contoured if your arms are tied how will you place your finger to your temple. She says it is a good tell to lie about. Truth, it is a habit, a crutch. Standing behind him she molds herself to him. Connecting to him in that part. Erik watches as his hands reaches out. The muscle tense in his hand. A memory floats over his mind. It just them together, sitting at the Lincoln Memorial, playing chess. Then another where he had picked her up whirled her around, kissing her madly. He wonders when that happened.

It hasn't, she spoke. He smiles at her mental voice. Double tasking.

So you are precognitive now?

No, she allows the memories, dreams fade from his sight to see the view before him. She had turned the dish back. He whirls on her. She had done it. Picking her up he kisses her. Performing the mental image she had just presented to him. They smile at each other then are brought back to reality by Martin McTaggert.

"The president is making his speech." Always meddling. Eric sets her down but doesn't let go of her hand. They move to hear what the president has to say.

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Martin McTaggert doesn't like Erik Lensherr very much. He believes him a bad influence. Doesn't believe an idealist, a beautiful intelligent woman should be with him. Women go out with the bad boy but marry the good one. He believes himself the good one. She will have her fun with him and see his evilness. Then that will leave him. Always reliable. Getting her initiated into action. To finally do something in this worlds. Making her mutation matter. Not just some simple side show freak.

She is so much more.

Noticing the attachment but it breaks his heart when seeing the visible marks of claim. Yeah they fade with time. Just like Erik Lensherr. Martin knew that there will be a someday. And he would be there to fill that void. Make all those once happy memories that will turn to fire and dust. Martin will blow them away and replace them with happier, newer shinier ones.

To someday…

Now to sit across the room from his enemy. The diamond between them. Who is the faster to snatch? Who will break her? Who will put her back together again? Making her shine.

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Charlotte looking through her wardrobe. They don't have much time left before who knows. And the evening air has cooled. Searching inside for her petticoat.

"Letty?" she jumps at the intrusion. Stepping out of her wardrobe.

"Raven?" Raven is there before her all in blue. Her face sad. "What is it?" she moves toward her.

"Hank said he found a cure." Charlotte can only nod. Hank has been keeping her up to date on his research in that field. Never really interested in that but still keeping an open mind. If this is what her sister wants.

"And?" Raven hiccups in sadness moving to be enveloped in her loving sister's arms. The one person who is there for her always. Loving the blue. "Oh, Raven. My sweet sister." Hank has broken her heart. But in it's stead something sparked. She is proud of her blue. Relishing in it. For here she is a beautiful tigress showing off her strips. Stepping back to take her in. "You are so beautiful and any man would be happy to have you." Raven smiles. Warming at her sister's words. She can always make her feel better. Moving to the closet pulling the favored grey petticoat out of the wardrobe. Charlotte smiles. Raven moves to help her sister into it.

"Going to go clear your mind?" Raven speaks knowing her sister so well and her creature habits. She nods in affirmation to the question.

"Get some sleep Raven." Stroking her sister's cheek. "Big day tomorrow." She nods. Tomorrow is an unknown step. "Sweet dreams."

"You too, Letty." Charlotte smiles letting herself outside to take in the night.

MG

Raven looks at the picture of herself and Letty. Looking to the mirror she changes into her sister. So perfectly pale, so human, so normal. Moving away from the mirror out of her room she makes her way toward the man that had captured her sisters heart. Knocking on the door she waits.

"Enter," he calls. Moving in. Mannerism of her sister learned over years she keeps herself proud and meek.

Erik smiles at the entrance of his lover. Tilting his head he notices something, feels something. "Charlotte, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Mystique in her guise moves over wrapping her arms around him. Kisses him on the lips. Eric takes the kiss but something. He pushes her off and raises his hand at her. She wonders what he is doing. Yet backs up when his face turns to a scowl.

"Raven," he snarls. Realizing the ruse when his necklace, gift didn't raise at his command. Scaring a little at his tone. Maybe she has gone to far. Reverting back to her blue. "Is this some test?" Wondering if she is concerned that Erik will hurt her sister. Is just using her to get to Shaw and throw her away.

"No, I just… I want to be, I want to have." Raven backs up. She wants so much. Just wants to have the love that her sister has discovered. Erik figures out that they are not the only virgins in this house who need the love.

"You will." Moving forward He rests a hand on her blue cheek. "Just not with me." He moves his hand back to his side.

"You love her?"

"Yes." No need to dwell upon for an answer. He has found something here that he has no intention of letting slip away from him.

"You ever hurt her I will finish you." Erik smiles at the protective tigress.

"And I will allow it." He watches as Raven leaves his room, all in blue. Then he closes his eyes focusing on the necklace. Turning to the window he sees her outside. His love, his serenity.

TBC…

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Summary:" X-men first class AU. Always a girl Charles. Her views are slightly different from Charles but still has faith in the human race. Snippets that interweave with the movie. But might change the outcome. Read and see. Reviews welcome.

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