"You should go back to your room," Erik whispered later on when he heard the clock strike one in the morning. He and Emma had been laid on his bed, quite content in each other's company for the first time since their meeting. Emma moved closer to his side, his arm wrapping around her waist as her breath gently hit his neck. "You don't want people thinking bad things."

"I don't care," she replied. "The world is poised for war and we don't know the outcome of it, Erik. The mutants can think what they want."

"Well this is a different side to you," Erik joked, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger lazily as she managed to shrug awkwardly in his hold. "What happened to your reputation to uphold appearance?"

"Come on, Erik," she complained, rolling her eyes and looking at the bare skin of his neck and down to his white top. "Everything which most of us do is a facade."

"True," Erik agreed with her gently and he kissed the top of her head. "I don't know what it is about you."

"Did my charming behaviour not help?" she wondered aloud, looking at him finally as she pulled back and he grinned back at her, slightly baring his teeth as he did so.

"I think we both know that charming is not the word we should use," Erik mumbled jokingly and she hit him gently on his arm.

"This is so weird," Emma whispered as he grabbed onto her hand, entwining her fingers with his as she lay back down and he rested their hands on her hip gently.

"You mean that you think it is weird that one moment we are tearing at each other's throat and the next we are so close and not wanting to kill each other," Erik summarised, gently tapping his fingers against hers. She remained silent for a second, thinking about what he had just said to her and she nodded once.

"I guess that's it," she agreed and he chuckled darkly, the sound echoing through the room. "So what do we do now?"

"I think we should probably go to sleep," Erik informed her, checking the clock again before looking at the light, thinking about reaching over her to switch it off and darken the room.

"I mean in the future Erik. In the long term," she clarified and Erik's smile fell from his face, his thoughts clouding over as he thought about what she had just said to him and he gulped once, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat which had suddenly appeared.

"We need to get the war over with, Emma," Erik spoke quickly, his voice slightly more curt than he had intended for it to be. "When Shaw has been defeated then I shall allow for us to think this way. Until then we take each day as it comes and have no plan."

"Do I get a say in this?" she wondered aloud, snapping slightly at him as he rolled onto his back, dropping her hand from his as she sat up, looking down at him and he closed his eyes.

"Don't ruin this, Emma," he begged her. "We need to see what will happen. You must understand?"

Emma pursed her lips, her teeth grinding themselves together as she finally lay back down beside him, her head snuggling into the pillow as she reached for the light switch quickly and the room was covered in a dark veil. Erik remained still, his eyes opening and moving to the side where Emma had turned onto her side, facing away from him.

"Are you going to answer me?" he whispered, turning onto his side too and wrapping his arm over her waist, his head behind hers and his breath tickling on her pale skin.

"You're right," she agreed. "I know you're right. We should maybe just go to sleep."

"Are you staying?"

"Do you want me to go?"

"Answer my question."

"You answer mine."

"I think you should be quiet and go to sleep."

"If you insist."

"I do."

"Goodnight, Erik."

"Goodnight, Emma."

...

Charles stood on the gravel with Hank, waiting for him to lap him once again which he did promptly. He saw Emma and Erik walking together, close but not close enough so that they were touching each other. Erik had his eyes looking onto the ground as Emma looked at him and she laughed about something and he smiled to the floor. Charles raised his brow, his fingers twitching and resisting the urge to move onto his temple to find out what was happening between them. He was confused indeed. As soon as Hank moved back to see him he told him what an excellent job he had made and then called Erik over from the stone seat where he was sat with Emma. The metal bender stood up before walking over to Charles in his sweats and standing in front of him, placing his hands onto his hips.

"Quite a cosy little scene," Charles informed Erik who rolled his eyes quickly.

"I don't need your approval for this, Charles," Erik said to the telepath who snorted once. "I like your sister and I don't care if you are uncomfortable with it but...you're...well...understanding would be nice. It is mainly so that we don't have to be awkward about this."

Charles looked over at Emma who opened up the book which she had brought out and she began to read through it, occasionally looking across to her brother and Erik as they spoke, wondering what they were talking about.

"I am warning you not to hurt her," Charles said, trying to be serious as Erik looked at him with a frown and then burst out laughing as Charles did the same thing, bending over and then patting his friend on the back once as they moved over onto the grass, still chuckling about Charles's failure to threaten people.

"Emma is old enough to decide what she wants," Charles promised him. "I just care for her deeply and that is all."

"I am aware," Erik nodded. "So what is the plan for today?"

"You need to channel your energy, Erik," Charles spoke clearly, pointing at the large satellite at the end of the lawn as Erik's eyes went large and his eyebrows rose onto his forehead whilst he shook his head.

"Are you serious?" he checked.

"You did lift a submarine, Erik," Charles said.

"But that was during the time when I had anger," Erik said, his hands frantically moving around his body as Charles continued to argue with him over the matter, his head moving back and forth quickly. "I need the situation. It has gotten me through everything all the time."

"It has almost got you killed all this time," Charles said. "I believe you need to find the place between rage and serenity, Erik. I think that is the key."

...

Emma looked at the backs of the two men by the stone ledge as Erik outstretched his hands and Emma wondered what he was trying to move and she frowned. There were only trees and grass and nothing made from metal. And then she saw the satellite. Surely he would not be able to move that. But then she recalled him and a submarine and maybe he had it in him. Emma turned the corner of her books page before crossing her legs and making sure her skirt covered her thighs as she watched Charles press his fingers to his temple. Time seemed to go extremely quickly as Erik moved out his hands, pulling the satellite around and Emma watched with large eyes, unable to believe that he had just managed to do it.

"The President is about to make his speech!" Moira suddenly yelled out from an open window and Charles patted Erik on the back, rushing about. Erik followed him slowly, holding his arm out in order for Emma to come along and grab it. She stood up from her seat, taking hold of his hand as they moved into the mansion.

"How did you do that?" she squeaked out, surprise in her voice and Erik looked at her and grinned.

"The point between rage and serenity, apparently," he informed Emma. "Charles found a...a memory...it helped me achieve that point."

Erik squeezed onto Emma's hand, recalling the moment his mother had been with him and he realised that he had become emotional from what had just happened. The Xavier's were certainly messing with the emotions which he liked to keep hidden.

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