You know I was thinking if Erik hadn't come along Charles and Logan would have a pretty good relationship. Yeah Logan would be a bit crazy with the possessiveness anyway but he'd never have hurt Charles… I actually feel bad for him and for Charles because it wasn't a bad relationship until recently.

Didn't edit this too thoroughly so if there is grammar/spelling issues sorry. /half asleep

Chapter 10: Memories

He looked at his hand and sighed, the address was smudged, just his luck. Staring down the empty sidewalk he took a seat on the curb. Why was he going to a bar anyway? Sure the drinking age was eighteen here and he was allowed to drink but that didn't mean he should. Maybe, if anything, he should get drunk in his dorm to see how he reacts before he does it at some Halloween party.

That would probably be something smart to do. Getting up he walked a little farther down the sidewalk until he heard loud music playing from across the street. He smiled to himself a little because he'd just found what he'd been looking for.

Once he entered the bar most people's attention turned to him, just like in the movies or fairy tales, like Cinderella at the ball, but a lot less breath-taking. He smiled a little more and began to look around for Scott.

"Hey Charles!" He looked up and saw Scott waving to him from behind the bar. Quickly he made his way through the crowd and over to his friend.

"Scott, you actually work here?"

"Yeah, I'm one of the owners. I didn't tell you that?"

Charles shook his head and looked around, he still held a few girls' attention but most of the people that had stared at him when he came in had gone back to their own business. "Can I get you anything?"

Charles looked back at Scott before he shrugged, "I really don't know. What's good?" He remembered his mother, no, Sharon, she stopped being his mother a long time ago, used to get drunk on wine and scotch every chance she could. He shuddered from the memory and closed his eyes. "You okay?" He just nodded.

When he opened his eyes he saw someone else slip behind the bar. "Scott, who's he?"

The other looked at the man and frown slightly. "That's the other owner, hang on, I'll introduce you."

Charles nodded and watched Scott walk over to the man. He was tall with broad shoulders and muscles, almost shoulder length dark hair and tan skin. Charles bit his lip and looked down at the beer Scott had set in front of him without him noticing. He picked it up and looked back at Scott and the man only to see the man was staring at him was gorgeous hazel eyes. Charles felt his cheeks set on fire and he was sure he was blushing bright red.

"Are you sure you're old enough to be drinking that?" The man asked as he made his way over to Charles who just stared, blushing and biting his lip.

"He's eighteen, Logan. Charles this is Logan, the other owner. Asshole this is Charles." Scott introduced with a smile.

Logan shot a glare at Scott for the 'asshole' comment but then turned his gaze to Charles again. "You just don't look any older than sixteen."

Instead of commenting Charles down some of his beer then scrunched up his face like a child might when they don't like something.

"Don't like it?"

"Not really used to it." He confessed.

"First time drinking?"

"Not really. I have before, but only a little wine. I've never been drunk before." He shrugged. "I don't know how I react to alcohol. Heh…"

Logan smiled at him. He was certainly a cute one. "Don't worry I'll keep an eye on you."

"Thanks." Charles smiled brilliantly in return.

Charles' eyes fluttered open. He hadn't meant to really fall asleep; he had just wanted to lie with Logan until he fell asleep. He looked up at the sleeping man whose arms he was wrapped in and smiled softly. He'd dreamt of the first time they met which made his heart sink knowing what he was actually going to do tonight.

Charles was a saint when it came to forgiveness so of course he had forgiven Logan but that didn't mean he was going to stay. Slowly he removed himself from Logan's arms so not to wake him. Moving to the edge of the bed he looked at his half packed school bag then back to Logan.

He scooted back closer and leaned down letting his eyes slip shut as he gently pressed his lips to Logan's and thought back to their first kiss.

Charles laughed a little too loudly around Logan, smiled nonstop and felt completely free to be himself. They'd known each other for about a week but every day they'd hang out before Logan had to work or in between Charles' classes.

One night Charles asked Logan if he would take off early and walk him to his dorm to make sure he got there safely. More than a couple people had tried to make a pass at him that night and he was feeling uncomfortable with the idea of walking back alone in the dark especially after he had had a few drinks.

Logan was more than understanding and ditched Scott at the bar so he could take Charles to his dorm. He had hated having to just stand behind the bar while girls and even some guys flirted with Charles. He'd nearly lost it when one guy grabbed Charles' ass that night.

They were walking down the street in comfortable silence when Charles took a deep breath and took a hold of Logan's arm and rested his head on his shoulder. Logan stopped walking and Charles looked up at him before letting go. "I…"

Someone came out of the alley behind them. "Give me your money." The mugger was about the same size as Logan but had a knife, giving him an advantage.

"Okay, just put the knife away." Charles said as he slowly reached for his wallet. He had a bit of money he could spare, the man looked homeless he was probably just desperate.

"Now!" He thrust the knife at them as if to warn them he really would hurt them.

Charles cringed but Logan stepped in front of him in a protective manner. "I suggest you put the knife away and leave."

The man glared and scoffed. "Give me your money or I'll start with him." He said pointing the knife at Charles. He shouldn't have done that because the second he did Logan lounged at him, grabbing the wrist that controlled the knife.

"Logan!" Charles shrieked covering his mouth. He closed his eyes when the first punch landed and didn't open them under he heard hurried footsteps and felt Logan's hands on his shoulders. He stared up at Logan's soft hazel eyes and lowered his hands from him mouth. "You're shaking. Charles, are you okay?"

Charles stared at him a moment longer, his heart hammering in his chest, before he reach up and pulling Logan into a kiss. It was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned into one of rough passion only ending when Charles' back was pressed to the side of a building.

Charles drew back from the gentle kiss then slipped silently off the edge of the bed. He began packing the rest of his school things as quietly and as quickly as he could, pausing every time Logan made a noise or shifted on the bed.

When he'd finished getting his papers from the bedroom he made his way to the living room. The floor squeaked beneath him just as he was leaving the bedroom and he cursed silently, looking over his shoulder to make sure Logan was still asleep. Thankfully he was.

The desperate look on Logan's face when he asked if Charles loved him was burned into Charles' memory and caused his heart to throb painfully as he looked upon his sleeping boyfriend.

Tearing his gaze away he looked around the living room before setting his bag down on the couch. Moving to the bookshelves he grabbed his text books and science journals. He set them down next to his bag before taking a seat by the pile and pulling out his phone.

They had been together for two years and Charles was spending more nights at Logan's than in his dorm room. He was even helping Logan pick out furniture for the place; all he really had was a bed and a desk chair.

A few days after they had picked things out from the store workmen arrived and took the couch, chairs and table up to Logan's place. Charles had been there to help tell them where things should go in the room while Logan stood back and laughed at how OCD Charles was being with the angles and positions.

Once everything was set up and the workmen were paid and had left Charles flopped down on the couch and curled up as if to take a nap. Logan smiled and walked over to him. "I like this couch." He muttered into the fabric of the seat.

"Charles." Logan whispered softly as he knelt beside the couch, leaning over Charles who turned slightly to look up at him. "How would you like to move in?"

Charles' baby blues widened and he quickly sat up. "Are you serious?" He asked as he grinned ear to ear.

Logan couldn't help but smile back. "Of course I am. You practically live here already."

Charles suddenly kissed him, wrapping his arms around his neck and practically tackling him to the floor as he did so. Logan wrapped his arms around him as they both landing softly on the new rug. "I love you." Charles smiled, that had been the first time he'd been the one to say it first, normally he just waited until Logan said it then he'd say 'I love you too.'

Logan smiled up at him and pulled him into another kiss.

"Hello? May I help you?"

"Hello… Yes, excuse me I need a taxi." He whispered into the phone, watching the bedroom doorway to make sure Logan didn't get up. He hesitated for a moment before giving the woman on the other end his name and the address of his apartment building and telling her he'll wait on the steps. She told him the taxi should arrive in roughly fifteen minutes.

After thanking her he hung up and slipped his phone in his pocket. He stood and looked around the apartment one last time. He was throwing a four year relationship that had been close to perfect for the longest time out the window. Closing his eyes he picked up his bag and his books and walked out the door.

He looked back inside and watched as the apartment and all the memories tied to everything inside disappeared behind the closing door.

By the time he sat down on the steps outside tears were streaming down his cheeks. Part of him was hoping and praying that Logan would notice he was gone and come running out that door after him to stop him from going. The other part was worried the taxi wouldn't get here fast enough and he'd give in to the urge to run back inside.

A few minutes later the taxi rolled up and the driver leaned out the window. "Are you Charles Xavier?"

Charles nodded and wiped away his tears before he stood, carrying all his books and his bag with him. He piled into the taxi and closed the door. Taking in a deep breath he tried to calm himself before giving the man behind the wheel directions to his family's second home.