A/N: Next part of the story. I forgot to mention that everything is the same as the original (up to the start of this story, ofc) except that Charles was never shot. The bullet went wide but Charles tripped over a rock and twisted his ankle so he was unable to stop Erik from leaving.

Also, I feel that it would be easier for Charles, who's used to 'controlling' human minds, to manipulate inanimate objects (which he has no chance of hurting) than for Erik to do the reverse. So in this fic Charles will annoy Erik by showing how easy it is to control metal while Erik struggles to deal with telepathy.

Also, sorry if the characters are a little ooc in this chapter. They will be back to normal by the next one.

If there's anything you want to see happen in this story, feel free to write it in a review or PM it.

Now, without further ado, on with the story.

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Charles took a deep breath and slowly walked out the room. He had had a brief internal battle on whether or not to use this opportunity to speak freely to Raven, as Erik of course, but realised that he needed her trust more than a false conversation right now. Trying not to get distracted by the sensation of new metal objects popping up on his mental radar, he approached the group of mutants sitting casually on various sofas or chairs, the brotherhood as Erik called them.

Raven opened her mouth to speak to him then closed it as Emma stood up abruptly behind her.

"Who are you?" Emma spat, automatically shifting into diamond form. "I know Erik's mind and you are not him."

Charles considered his options. When he thought of telling the truth to Raven, he forgot it meant revealing himself to the rest of the now hostile mutants. Ever an honest man, he decided to continue as planned.

"It's hard to explain, mainly because I have no idea how it happened, but I am Charles. The telepath" he added, for the sake of the other mutants, "and Erik is currently in my house, and my body." He shot a glance at his sister, but Raven refused to meet his eye. There go his hopes of a happy reunion.

He felt a tingling at the back of his head and was quick to pull up his mental shields, they were effective but he had to actively focus on them without the added help of telepathy. Emma narrowed her eyes when she felt his shields go up but decided not to push it. She could sense that he was no longer capable of mental attacks so she transformed back into her normal body.

"Poor helpless telepath stuck in his own mind." She mocked him.

Charles cocked his head and seemed to stare at a spot over her shoulder before looking straight her eyes and smiling, Erik's shark like grin was disconcerting, no matter who was wearing his face.

"I may not be a telepath for the moment, but don't assume I'm helpless." Charles flicked his hand and a knife zoomed to Emma's throat before she could blink. He normally wasn't as confrontational but he was very uncomfortable without his usual psychic backup and he wanted to assume authority before an all-out attack against him could start. Holding the knife in place with a thought he turned to Raven, then to Azazel.

"I need to get back home so I can speak with Erik and figure out how to fix this mess. Could I impose on you to bring me there?"

Azazel shared a look with Raven then nodded. The blue mutant spoke up for the first time since seeing Charles, "I'm coming as well. I don't want to leave Erik alone.." The 'in hostile territory' was implied. Charles didn't need his telepathy to know what she was thinking, he had never needed it.

Azazel grabbed each of their hands, and the three of them vanished in a puff of smoke. The knife clattered to the ground as the remaining mutants stared at each other. Janos shrugged, then turned back to the TV.

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Back at the mansion, Erik realised how useless he was without his ferokinesis. Unable to simply bring the cooking equipment he needed to him, he spent 15 minutes searching through the abnormally large kitchen for pots, mixing bowls, whisks and cutlery. By the time he had finished preparing his meal, he was interrupted by a puff of smoke, a multicoloured array of mutants, and 3 new voices in his head.

He was shocked to see his own body staring back at him. He knew it couldn't be Mystique, as she was standing right there, but he had been actively ignoring everything strange going on around him this past morning. He knew know that, with the new arrivals, he would have to come back to reality. Slowly, slower than normal for the ex-nazi hunter, Erik pieced the bits together: Charles was standing there in Erik's body, Erik had no control of metal, Erik could sense the minds around him, Charles was in Erik's body. He ran to a mirror in the hall and stared at his reflection. Charles stared back.

He cautiously walked back into the kitchen and stared at the people in front of him.

"Charles?" he asked, looking at his body, who nodded in reply. He expected Charles to speak, but suddenly one of the voices in his head grew louder, and pushed to the forefront.

"Erik, can you hear me?"

He had spoken telepathically to Charles before, but he had never experienced it like this. Before, it was just words, passed between their two minds. Like normal talking that only those two could hear. Now though, now it was emotion and idea fused together. He could tell what the words were, not because he heard them, but because he knew them. That exact pattern, formation, there was nothing else that could be formed out of the simple thought.

He suddenly realised that he hadn't spoken for two minutes. Rather than risk sending out more than he wanted in a telepathic message, he decided to speak out loud.

"What happened?" he growled.

Charles shrugged, slumping his shoulders in a relaxed manner that Erik's body hadn't experienced in years.

"I was hoping that you might've done something, but apparently you're as clueless as I am." Charles thought for a moment, Erik caught pieces it, something about a mutant he had visited last week who might have been capable of doing this, then onto the thrill of standing near Raven, before he centred on Hank. Despite the annoyance his new-found telepathy presented to him, he was smug to finally be the one who knew what the others would say before they said it.

Charles seemed to be aware of this, because he ignored Erik and turned towards Raven and Azazel.

"We're going to Hank to see if he can do anything about this. If anyone can figure this out it's him." Charles then looked around suspiciously before turning back to Erik. "Where are the others anyway?"

Erik was midway through shrugging before he froze. He remembered the voices he had first heard when he had awoken, the voices that he had forcefully shut up. He must have projected the memory as Charles gave him a horrified look before racing towards his childrens' bedrooms.

A/N: I know I said I'd reveal what happened to the other residents in this chapter, but the story seemed to have a mind of its own so I left it at a cliffie. Next Chapter will be about trying to fix the problem and, if they fail that, trying to deal with their situation.