Erik had been sedated and the next thing he knew he had awoken in a padded cell. Everything that surrounded him was white and there was nothing but a small bed and a small toilet. He clenched his fists once he pushed himself from the white mattress and he wondered whether or not he could do anything. He tried to find something metal, but he failed miserably.
He looked down to his suit and sighed before sitting down on the bed again, leaning forwards and clasping his hands together. He looked up and saw the glass pane above him which only led to another white room. He had no idea where he was or what he was supposed to do. No doubt they only meant for him to exist after what he had just been accused of.
It was only when the door to his cell opened did he stand up, his hands outstretched in front of him as he searched for metal to use.
But the sight in front of him made his hands go limp by his side. His own orbs widened and he watched as the men quickly threw her into the room before closing the door again and walking away. She screamed loudly as she stood up, her hands bound by rope behind her and she kicked at the door.
"Let me out!" she screamed. "I didn't do anything! I didn't...do...anything!" she emphasised as she kicked at the door.
"Grace," Erik whispered her name and she turned to look at him.
She only wished that someone had punched her so that she could have some energy to absorb. She looked at him and he saw that her eyes were filled with tears. She wore nothing but a simple skirt and shirt. Her jacket had been taken from her and she had no shoes on her feet after they had noted that her shoes had metal on them.
"What are you doing here?"
"You bastard!" Grace roared at him and rushed towards him.
Erik grabbed hold of her shoulders and stopped her from hitting him as he continued to look confused.
"Do you not see what you did?" she yelled at him. "I am here because of you...you idiot...you killed the President!"
"No," Erik shook his head at her. "Grace, calm down or you will blow us up if you continue to try and attack me."
She wasn't doing a very good job at it as her hands remained tied behind her back and she was weak enough from hours of interrogation.
"You were on the TV," she commented to him and collapsed to the white mattress. "Everyone saw you made that bullet swerve, Erik..."
"I was trying to save him," Erik said. "I tried to move the bullet out of the way, but they interrupted me before I could stop it. I was not trying to kill the President, Grace. He was one of us."
Grace's brows furrowed then and she shook her head, refusing to believe Erik as he bent down to take her chin into his hands and she allowed him, his orbs searching hers and she knew that he was telling the truth. She had always been able to recognise when he was speaking the truth. As much as it pained her to believe him, she knew that she did.
"How did they get you here?" Erik asked.
"Your beloved Emma," Grace hissed. "They caught her at the scene of the crime and she told them that she would give up the person who had helped to devise this plan with you if they let her go. Naturally she would pick me...of course she would...and then the CIA and FBI looked into my background and they found my father...I was a perfect fit...once to be mother of your child...daughter of a maniac..."
"Emma did this to you?" Erik hissed.
"And now I'm trapped here whilst she is probably sunning herself on a beach somewhere. I knew that she hated me...just not this much..."
"They have to let you go," Erik said. "They will know that you had no part in this."
"Charles will help me," Grace said confidently. "He was with me when they tried to take me."
"Charles," Erik echoed his name. "I trust the two of you have grown close."
"I struggle to see how that if your business," Grace reminded him. "You left me. You made your decision and it brought you down here."
"Yet, here you are with me," Erik said. "I think fate is trying to bring us back together."
"Don't count on it," Grace warned him. "Do you have any idea where you are? We are at least one hundred feet underground the Pentagon. Everything above us is made of non metal materials. This is your own personal cell."
"How very comforting," Erik said and he wandered around the small space. "Someone will have to speak with us eventually."
"And when is eventually?" Grace sniffed as she felt a new wave of tears form in her orbs. "They basically told me my fate as I begged them to believe me. How long am I to be stuck down here for? I mean...God...there is nothing...nothing at all down here..."
Erik watched as the tears fell down her cheeks and she couldn't even wipe them away due to her hands being tied behind her back. Erik moved to kneel in front of her, his concerned face in front of hers as he took his hand and ran it down her cheek.
"Charles will get you out," Erik promised her.
"Will he?" Grace worried. "What if even he can't help?"
"He has mind powers, Grace," Erik reminded her. "And if he...if he cares for you as much as I think he does...well...he will save you..."
Grace sniffed loudly then and looked Erik in the eye as he moved his hands behind her back, his arms brushing against her waist as her head remained over his shoulder.
"What about you?" she wondered in a low voice. "You didn't do this."
"So you do believe me," Erik replied.
"I know when you are lying and when you're not," Grace said and she felt his hands on hers, a moment of comfort coming over her as his hands held hers and he pulled them in front of her, his fingers still tightly holding onto hers.
"I could spend years down here," Erik said, "and no one would ever believe me...but to subject you to years down here with me...I couldn't do that, Grace. I may be many things, but I am not unnecessarily cruel...not to you..."
For a moment Grace leaned closer to him and she felt their hands brush against her chest which was only covered in her sheer white blouse. Erik was about to bend down, unable to stop himself from kissing her, but she pulled back swiftly. She kept her hands inside of his and Erik watched her turn away from him. That had been the first time had he ever truly felt rejection. And it stung.
"I can't," Grace croaked out. "I can't do it after all of our months apart...you need to understand me..."
"I do," Erik promised her. "I understand. I don't like it, but I understand."
"Charles loves me, Erik," Grace continued. "Charles loves me and he would never put himself before me."
"You think that I am putting myself before you? I do what I do to help mutants, Grace."
"So does, Charles," Grace spoke, "but he doesn't do it like you do. He has no vendetta against the millions of innocent humans who just want to go about their ordinary lives. Mutants will be accepted one day...but so long as you keep so much anger stored inside of you...and hurt humans...then they will never understand."
Erik didn't believe a word she said. He couldn't believe a word she said. He wanted to. Truly, he longed to believe Grace, but he had witnessed different events.
"I wish that I could believe that, but I can't," Erik replied.
"And that is why we will never be together," Grace clarified. "I like Charles...hell...I might even love him one day...but I will always love you, Erik. You know that. We just can't be together."
"Especially not now," Erik mumbled. "But I don't want to accept that, Grace."
"You have to," she urged him. "Anyway, what does it matter? Right now we are trapped down here and I don't know when we will get out."
"You're shaking," Erik observed.
"They took my jacket from me and my shoes," she complained. "Apparently the shoes had metal in them...I mean...I'm just a bit cold..."
"Let me," Erik urged her and he sat on the mattress next to her, swiftly picking her up and holding her in his lap. She remained mute as Erik wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his hands along her skin, her blouse ruffling in his fingers as he did so.
"This isn't helping matters," she informed him.
"You're not the only one who suffers when we're apart," Erik mumbled to her as he pressed his chin on the top of her head. "There had been a time when you were to be the mother of my child...the woman I would have married had things been different..."
"I think marriage is off the cards," Grace said, trying not to think about the miscarriage.
"Perhaps so," Erik agreed meekly and he closed his eyes as he remained content with her in his arms.
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"Why does no one bloody listen to me?" Charles demanded as he stood with Agent McClark in the interview room Grace had just been dragged from. "She has had no contact with Erik for the past few months. She has not seen him. She had nothing to do with the assassination. I can bring you evidence if you want...witnesses..."
"With her back record, we're not taking any chances," McClark said, continuing to chew the gum he had in his mouth. "Her father was a Nazi and apparently she miscarried Erik Lensherr's child."
"You cannot hold her without any evidence," Charles shook his head. "And you have no evidence."
"She is dangerous," McClark continued. "Her mutation is said to rival Lensherrs."
"Only because she can't control it when she's angry," Charles shook his head. "She is no danger and she had nothing to do with the assassination. The law-"
"-does not apply to mutants," McClark finished for Charles. "I don't doubt that there is a lack of evidence, but if we released her then what? She becomes a danger to society and people accuse us of releasing a murderer."
"She is no danger," Charles said. "I have been living with her for the past year. She is no danger to society."
"We can't risk it," the man shook his head at Charles. "We will investigate, but we cannot promise that we will release her."
"I will bring you all the evidence you need," Charles snapped. "And then you will release her."
Charles stormed off, anger flowing through him. If only he had known the evidence Emma had been planting during his time arguing to save Grace.
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A/N: And yes, we are moving into Days of Future Past! I just couldn't help myself! Such an overwhelming response to the previous chapter so thank you all for reading this far! Do let me know what you think!