AN: School has been kicking my ass lately, sorry for the long wait guys.

As day turned to night, darkness had swept throughout the sky and no one really felt like sleeping. But I'd be damned if I didn't try.

I had moved to a table at the front of the plane in the aisle opposite of Charles who was sitting on his own. Logan remained in the back and was reading and drinking of course. I sat silently in the window seat with my head leaned against the wall, my eyes were closed as my mind was full and busy. My arms were folded against my chest to preserve the little warmth I had.

Suddenly, I felt a soft material gently cover my body, it was a blanket and it instantly made me feel better. Familiar hands grazed my arms as they tucked the blanket around me, an unintentional smile reached my lips from Charles' gesture. A breathless laugh left Charles' lips at my reaction, his finger softly stroking my cheek up and down.

"There's the Charles I fell in love with," I thought.

Abruptly, I felt Charles snatch his finger away from my face and a tinge of sadness hit me from Charles, he must've of remembered the state of our broken relationship. I felt Charles' gaze linger on me before I heard him shuffle back over to his seat, opening my eyes I watched Charles through the reflection of the window. Erik walked over to him and placed down a chessboard with the white and black figures already set in their respective positions.

"Fancy a game? It's been awhile," Erik said to him.

My lips quirked up slightly at what Erik was doing, it was a peace offering from what happened earlier.

"Kudos to you Erik," I thought.

"I'm not in the mood for games, thank you," Charles sipped from his glass of whiskey, turning his head away from his friend to stare outside the window.

Erik reached over and picked up his own glass and poured himself some of the dark amber liquid.

"I haven't had a real sip in ten years," Erik stated, perching himself on my table as he took a swig of the alcohol. His eyes closed as he savored the expensive drink. He placed it down looking at Charles. "I didn't kill the president," Erik said, and it took everything in me not let out a gasp.

"The bullet curved, Erik," Charles argued.

"Because I was trying to save him," Erik said, defending himself. "They took me out before I could," he explained. "I would say ask our resident human lie detector if I'm lying, but she's sound asleep," Erik commented, looking over his shoulder at me as I simultaneously closed my eyes.

"Why would you try and save him?"

"Because he was one of us," Erik answered, turning back to face Charles and I reopened my eyes.

Charles' face softened, letting out a scoff as he stared at him in shock, "You must think me so foolish," Charles murmured. "We've always said they would come after us," he added, shaking his head.

"I never imagined they'd use Raven's DNA to do it," Erik admitted, looking down to the floor, ashamed.

The two of them were angry at each other, I could feel it. But they were talking so softly you would have never guessed it.

"When did you last see her?" Charles asked curiously.

Erik clicked his tongue and rose from the table to sit in the seat across from Charles, "The day I left Dallas," he answered.

"And how was she?"

"Strong. Driven. Loyal..." Erik starts to say a list of adjectives.

"How...How was she?" Charles repeated closing his eyes.

"She was... We were-" Erik couldn't find the words to say the right thing. "I could see why she meant so much to you. You should be proud of her, Charles," He commented with a smile. "She's out there fighting for our cause,"

"Your cause," Charles corrected. "The girl I raised, she was not capable of killing," he reminded.

"You didn't raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever, that's why she left,"

"She left because you got inside her head," Charles said slowly, leaning forward over the table.

Erik smiled slightly, then shook his head, "That's not my power," Erik quipped, defending his position while looking at Charles. "She made a choice," he added.

Charles nodded and stared back at him, he knew Erik said the truth and for once Erik was right and there was no disagreeing with that.

"But now we know where that choice leads, don't we? She's going to murder Trask, they're going to capture her, and then they're going to wipe us out," Charles said, almost in a whisper.

"Not if we get to her first. Not if we change history tomorrow," Erik paused, looking into his old friend's eyes. "I'm sorry, Charles," Erik finally admitted, his voice taking a much more gentle tone. "For what happened. I truly am,"

I knew Erik wasn't talking about Cuba, I could feel it very clearly that he had no remorse for what had happened with Shaw or turning the missiles on the humans. The only exception to his remorselessness was curving the bullet into Charles's spine. Charles closed his eyes and sat back in his seat, pursing his lips together and shaking his head. He clearly didn't receive the apology as well as I thought he would before downed the rest of the alcohol in his glass.

"It's been awhile since I've played," Charles started, clearing his throat.

"I'll go easy on you," Erik teased before he picked up his own drink. "Might finally be a fair fight," He took a drink and Charles almost smiled, but it was gone just as fast as it came.

"You have the first move,"

Erik looked down and moved the first piece with his magnetism and looked up at his old friend for his move. A few minutes passed in comfortable silence and I started to feel my eyes finally become heavy.

"It's amazing isn't it? A decade has passed, and she still looks the same," Erik stated, causing my eyes to snap open. "Seeing Claudia yesterday, I almost thought I went back in time," Erik laughed lightly.

"Well Claudia may look the same, but she's different now," Charles pointed out. "She is harsher, more closed off," Charles commented, as I felt two pairs of eyes on my back.

"Sounds like the Claudia we met in 1962," Erik chuckled, shaking his head. "She's always had a sharp tongue," he reminded, before making his move.

"Yes, but...I don't remember it being so venomous," Charles responded, bringing his eyes back to the game in front of him.

What happened between you and Claudia?" Erik questioned softly, Charles looked at him and shrugged.

"I drove her way, I was quite the miserable person to be around," Charles explained honestly. "I said terrible things to Claudia, I honestly don't know how she stayed as long as she did," Charles added, running a hand through his hair.

Erik looked at him, "I envied you for a long time because of Claudia," Erik confessed. "I was angry that she didn't come with me after all the moments we shared together at the mansion," Erik continued, making Charles flinch slightly, I could tell he didn't really feel comfortable talking about this with Erik. "But she made the right choice in the end, God knows what might've happened to her if she followed me," Erik finished, and took a sip off his drink.

Charles shook his head, "I just don't understand how Claudia forgave you so easily," Charles said, knitting his brows together.

Erik laughed breathlessly, "The stinging smack she gave me earlier would say otherwise," he stated, placing his glass down. "Can't say that I didn't deserve it though," Erik shrugged. "I don't think Claudia has forgiven me," Erik disagreed, now shaking his head as well. "But Charles, I'm also not the man who broke her heart," he pointed out.

~~~x~~~

My eyes fluttered opened from a surprisingly good night's rest, looking out the airplane window I noticed it was still dark. It must of been early the morning. I shifted myself in my seat, stretching my arms to the side as I did so before rising my feet. Carefully, I grabbed my suitcase from the overhead compartment and placed it on the table, grabbing everything that I needed before sliding it back into the cupboard. I walked to the small bathroom with a fresh set of clothes on my arm and quietly closed the door behind me.

I slipped on my tan wide flare pants and red sleeveless top before focusing on my hair. Turning on the sink faucet, I wet my hair and combed it back to a low bun. I leave from the bathroom and make my way back to my seat and began setting up my makeshift vanity area. With everything neatly laid out in front of me, I reached my hand out and plucked my eye shadow palette and brush from the table and began my work.

The low of the plane engine was the only thing that could be heard throughout the cabin as I gently moved the brush over my eyelids. Once I was done I picked up a cotton ball and dabbed a bit of makeup remover on the cotton before carefully applying it to my face to remove the excess eye shadow. As I concentrated on my task I suddenly felt a presence near me, but unless they were going to say something I was going to keep working on my makeup.

"I know you weren't asleep last night," Erik stated, as I unscrewed the cap to my mascara.

Momentarily, I didn't speak as I curled my eyelashes carefully, creating the perfect shape I was looking for.

"I don't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about," I replied, not looking up at him, my gaze intent on the small portable mirror in front of me.

My brown eyes were highlighted by the charcoal grey eye shadow I just put on, bringing out the warmth in my irises.

"Don't play dumb Claudia, it doesn't suit you," Erik commented.

Realizing that Erik wasn't budging from his spot next to me, I looked away from my reflection, my eyes glancing up at him to see that he was looming over me like a tower.

"You're right," I agreed, shrugging my shoulders. "I was awake last night," I admitted. "You've caught me," I said sarcastically, raising my hand in mock surrender.

I turned my head back to my mirror and grabbed my eyeliner, lifting it to begin tracing the edges of my eye.

Erik shook his head, "Is that all you're going to say?" Erik questioned, taking a seat across from me.

I paused in my movement, "What did you want me to say?" I asked back, in utter confusion. "Did you want me to play cat and mouse?" I questioned, letting out a chuckle as I drew the eyeliner pencil across my eyelid, carefully forming a sharp point at the corner of my eye.

"That's what you usually do isn't it? Erik questioned, with a wry grin.

Ignoring him, I picked up my lipstick to the right of me and pulled the cap off before twisting the bottom of it to push the stick up higher. I looked back into the mirror and started carefully applying the nude lipstick

"Erik, what do you want?" I asked bluntly, before rubbing my lips together.

"I want to apologize," Erik answered, and I paused in my movements. "For yesterday," he added. "You're right, I don't know what you went through," he conceded, his eyes shining with sincerity.

I looked to the man in front of me, "Erik Lehnsherr apologizing?" I questioned, lifting my eyebrow. "Why a lightning bolt might strike us down right now," I joked, packing away my makeup kit and brushes. A pulse of slight irritation struck me, causing me to stop what I was doing. "Apology accepted Erik," I stated, looking at him and continuing what I was doing. "Now was that all you wanted to talk about?" I questioned, inspecting one of my brushes.

"Can I not just speak to an old friend?" Erik asked, slightly tilting his head.

A light laugh erupted from me, "It's been a decade since we last seen or spoken to each other and you still call me a friend? " I stated, propping my elbows up on the table and resting my head on top of my hands.

"We can hardly call ourselves strangers. You and I, we know to much about each other," Erik quipped, a smile tugging on his lips.

I breathed out a chuckle, "Alright, so speak," I instructed, jutting my chin out.

"Seeing you yesterday...it made me think about our time together at the mansion," Erik began, a faint smile on his lips. "And it reminded me what bothered me the most about you," Erik stated.

"That I was a smartass?" I guessed, raising a brow.

"You still are," Erik pointed out, and I grinned. "It was that you were scared of what you are capable of," he recalled, shaking his head. "And here we are a decade later and you are in complete control of your abilities, and unafraid to use them to their fullest extent," Erik observed.

My smile slightly vanished and I looked over my shoulder to see Charles' sleeping form, thinking back to what he said yesterday.

I returned my gaze toward Erik, "Much to Charles' displeasure," I commented, slightly chuckling.

"After you left Charles, where did you go? What did you do?" Erik asked. "If you don't mind me asking?" he added.

"To be honest, I was slightly lost after I left him," I admitted, lifting my head off my hands so I could rub my arms. "Charles, he was supposed to be different than the men I had known," I sighed, closing my eyes briefly. "I poured my heart into that relationship, just for it to end like all my past relationships," I stated, a humorless chuckle escaping my lips.

Erik stared at me with something akin to pity, "Claudia I'm-" Erik started.

Lazily, I waved my hand, "Please, don't pity me, Erik," I stated, shaking my head. "When I left Charles...I don't know something...something just snapped within me and I stopped caring," I explained, my eyes moving downward to the table. "I remember how Charles would always stress on how I should use my abilities responsibly, but to hell with him," I continued, glancing up at Erik again. "The world has never been kind to me, I didn't owe them anything," I said, slightly shrugging my shoulders.

"So, what did you do?"

"I traveled the world like I always wanted to do," I answered, a smile forming as I thought back to those days. "Each country I visited I had a new identity, a new look. I had all sorts of fun with my abilities in Europe now that I was uninhibited, it was even better when I met fellow mutants who liked causing mischief," I laughed softly, remembering when I was in Barcelona with a group of mutants and I convinced some rich man to take us on a night out in the city to the most expensive places, of course it was on his dime.

"I'm assuming you enjoyed yourself?" Erik questioned, with a knowing look.

I reached both of my hands out for Erik to take. He glanced down at them before looking up back at me and I gave him a nod. Softly, he placed his hands in mine and I looked at him.

"Erik," I began, an airy laugh escaping me. "I'd never felt freer in my life," I confessed, smiling brightly. "It was everything you wanted for me, to not limit myself. I have learned so much more about my abilities," I stated, still smiling.

"You finally decided to listen to my advice?" Erik asked, grinning himself.

"I'll admit, there were some wisdom to your words," I chuckled, nodding my head. "It just took some time for me to see it," I added, slightly shrugging.

"I truly just wanted the best for you Claudia," Erik said softly, squeezing my hand gently.

"I know, I see that now," I replied, nodding my head understandingly. "But you have to realize that I was going to be wary, I've heard the same sentiment before," I reminded.

"I know," Erik repeated gently.

A long silence fell over us and once again the only sound that could be heard was the rumbling of the engine. I slipped my hands from Erik's, my lips quirking up into a quick smile.

"Well enough about me, what about you Erik?" I asked, placing my hands in my lap.

Erik arched his brow, "I've been locked up," Erik answered flatly.

"Okay, before that then," I clarified, rolling my eyes.

"Where do I begin?" Erik asked, rubbing his neck.

I lifted my arm up and reached over the table, to softly stroke Erik's dark brown hair, "How about your hair?" I joked, leaning back in my seat. "I liked it longer," I commented, and Erik let out a snort, dropping his head in laughter.

"Oh, how I missed this old friend,"

AN: I thought about skipping straight to Paris after the chess match, but I thought Claudia and Erik should have a bonding moment just like Charles did.