A/N: Alright, I lied. Again, this isn't completely original material as this is from a scene that one of my kind reviewers asked me to write. I thought that this would be a good way to incorporate it, instead of doing a one-shot. So, NEXT chapter shall be new stuff.

I hope you like it, and again, I'd appreciate it if you reviewed it.

- Thanks.

Chapter One

Charles' head jolted back slightly as he finally managed to penetrate the void in which Shaw had been hiding. He immediately slipped through the crack in the room's defences and sought out Erik's mind, after not finding Shaw's.

"He's back!" Charles yelled to Moira as he turned and looked out of the aircraft's window, toward the submarine. He quickly created a telepathic link between himself and his best-friend, "Whatever you're doing, keep doing it! It's starting to work!" Charles leaned against the wall, finger to his temple as he remained in Erik's mind, getting ready to act.

"But everything I did...I did for you." Shaw told Erik as he began walking towards him, "To unlock your power, to make you embrace it." He continued, before leaning forward and touching Erik's chin, sending him flying through the air and smashing one of the mirrored walls.

"It's working!" Charles said again as he shifted from the pain he felt through the link, trying to encourage his friend. "I'm starting to see him, but I can't yet touch his mind!"

"You've come a long way from bending gates. I'm so proud of you!" Shaw informed Erik, who scowled and stood up. After a second, he looked around and began pulling on the different pieces of metal that were framing the room, aiming them at his enemy. Charles felt, more than heard, when Eric began panting from exertion. He watched as Shaw just brushed them off and continued moving forward.

"And you're just starting to scratch the surface. Think how much further we could go! Together." He glanced down as Erik tried pushing a large metal support towards him, quickly placing a hand on it and pushing it back towards the other Mutant. Charles closed his eyes as he felt Erik struggle, pinned against the wall. "I don't want to hurt you, Erik. I never did. I want to help you! This is our time, our age. We are the future of the Human race. You and me, son! This world could be ours..."

"Everything you did...made me stronger, made me the weapon I am today. That is the truth." Charles heard Erik say, and frowned slightly as he continued to focus on them. "I've known that all along." Charles shook his head slightly as he felt a memory of a conversation himself and Erik had had the night before race through Erik's mind.

"Listen to me very carefully, my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace!"

"Peace was never an option."

"You are my creator!" Erik informed Shaw, controlling a metal wire which had come lose and quickly managing to use it to whip the helmet from Shaw's head. "Now, Charles!"

Charles jumped in his place slightly, startled back to the present and away from the previous memory, before quickly seeking out Shaw's mind as the Mutant in question lunged for the helmet. Charles let out a groan as he raced to control the man's body.

"Are you okay?" Charles heard Moira ask from her place in the cockpit, with the radio.

He frowned as he stared unblinkingly at the submarine. "Moira, be quiet! I can only control this man for so long!" He managed to get out as he shifted his weight into a better stance.

Charles felt the vibrations caused by Erik dropping the large piece of metal that had been trapping him as it hit the floor, followed by the soft footsteps as he made his way slowly in front of Shaw.

What with having a link with both Shaw and Erik, Charles' vision was distorted and he didn't have enough time or energy to stop his friend from taking hold of the helmet.

"Sorry, Charles." He heard Erik say, as he went to put the contraption on his head.

"Please, Erik! Be the better man! You have it-"

"It's not that I don't trust you." He finished as he settled it on the top of his head, immediately shielding himself from Charles' power.

"No!" Charles muttered as he scrunched his eyes shut, attempting to barge his way past the helmet's defences. "No! Don't do this, Erik!" He yelled, slamming his palm against the side of the plane in frustration. He continued to hold Shaw in place and watched as Erik moved towards the man.

"If you're in there...I'd like you to know that I agree with every word you've said." Erik said, addressing Shaw as he stared into his eyes, with Charles staring back at him. "We are the future...but unfortunately you killed my mother." Erik continued as he turned and walked away. He turned back around and held up the German coin he'd salvaged from his lost childhood, and Charles shifted once again as it automatically brought him back to the memories he'd discovered while searching Erik's mind earlier in the week. "This is what we're going to do." Erik started reciting.

Charles turned and began stumbling his way towards the exit of the plane, "No! Please!" He begged, even though he knew Erik couldn't hear him. It was more for Charles' own sake than for Shaw's. "Erik, no!"

"I'm going to count to three, and then I'm going to move the coin." Erik continued speaking to the unmoving Mutant. He watched as the coin made its way slowly into the air, and then towards Shaw's head. "One."

Charles let out a long breath in fear, "Please, Erik!" He pleaded as he gazed at the coin coming ever closer. He began panting, attempting to brace himself for what he knew was coming.

"Two."

Then there was a deathening silence that Charles wished Erik would never break.

"Three."

Charles couldn't help it, and as soon as the coin touched Shaw's forehead he yelled out in agony as it began to sink into his skin.

His eyes shot open and he attempted to launch himself up from the bed but found that he was met with resistance. Eyes darting down to his chest, he found a large leather belt like contraption that kept him firmly in place. He pushed his head back into the pillow, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. He took a moment, breathing deeply, trying to calm his mind from the after-effects of both the nightmare and the lingering pain his brain had been forced to process.