An uncivilised meeting
A/N Hello! Again! But hi! Just to say, this chapter might contain 'minor suggestive adult themes' as the guidelines put it, so rated T for a reason! Nothing major( I think, but I'm a bit paranoid about it sorry) but just putting it out there.
Erik glares at the wall. He asked Charles to meet him over an hour ago. If he wasn't so annoyed, he might even be worried. But, worrying isn't something Erik is prone to.
He suppose the reason he needs to see Charles maybe isn't the most important thing in the world, but Charles doesn't know that, and usually he's quite punctual. He'd better not be with that bloody telepath.
The door opens, and he spins around, ready to fling various abusive curses at Charles. But it's not Charles, but Moira, who stands in the doorway, and she looks shocked at the angry look Erik is giving her.
He relaxes his face into what he supposes is a neutral face. Moira gives him a funny look. Hmm, maybe it's not working too well.
If he wasn't Erik, he would apologise, and ask Moira how she is. But he is, so he just mumbles a brief apology then stares at her until she speaks.
"Have you seen Charles?' She sighs. 'I need to talk to him."
"Well get in line. I shouted for him an hour ago and it's been radio silence." Moira looks slightly relieved that Erik hasn't had any success either.
"I've checked the basement, and his study." Erik grunts to show he's heard her.
"You ask Raven. I'll check the kitchen." This is a statement, rather than a suggestion, and Moira doesn't see any room to argue. To be honest, Erik scares her a bit.
So she shrugs and walks off to find Charles' younger sister.
Erik sets off in the opposite direction. It doesn't take him long to get down the long, wide corridor, but he pauses outside.
There's silence. Erik sighs. It's tiring having to chase Charles around his mansion of a house, and no doubt he'll find him with Lena, which will put him in an even worse mood. Something about Lena just annoys the hell out of him.
He's about to turn around; look somewhere else, but then he hears a stool squeak. Of course, Telepaths don't make any noise whilst communicating.
Erik flings open the door and storms in. The two people in the room, one of which he wanted to see, and one he most certainly didn't, are sitting across from each other, either side of the high work surface, eyes closed. Charles is resting his first two fingers of his right hand onLena's temples, a sign that he is using his mutation. This must be their supposed 'training'.
When the door smashes against the tiled wall behind it, they both open their eyes and jump, spinning their stools to face him. Charles looks annoyed, Lena looks amused.
This, unfortunately, just annoys Erik more.
'What the hell Charles? Didn't you get my message?' Charles looks sheepishly back at Erik.
"Oh, yes, that. It wasn't important was it?"
Lena looks at Erik quizzically.
"He believes it was quite important.". Bad move, Charles thinks.
This comment only infuriates Erik further. The metal in the room begins to rattle.
"Erik, calm down. Surely it wasn't that important?" Charles has always been rubbish at calming people down.
"No, Charles it wasn't. I just needed to tell you something. No, no, it doesn't matter. Just carry on reading the mind of your girlfriend."
Erik doesn't really know what is happening. His temper has never got this out of control , and he doesn't know why he's saying what he's saying.
His words have the effect he wanted on Charles though. Charles purses his lips, and glares at Erik.
"She's not my girlfriend." He says quietly. "Now get out of my sight before I make you leave my house."
Something about the look on Charles' face tells Erik he should go. So he does, self control and dignity in tatters.
When Erik is out of ear range, Lena turns to Charles, looking wounded.
"I'm not your girlfriend?"
Charles feels guilty.
"Um.. No. Sorry if I made you think otherwise."
"Um.. No you didn't. I was joking." She rolls her eyes. Charles sends her a sideways glance, trying to scan her emotions.
"Oh. Okay."
The room lapses into an awkward silence.
Charles tries to figure out his own emotions, as hers are too difficult to decipher. He likes Lena, certainly, and maybe more than that, he doesn't know. He also doesn't know what he's going to do.
This answer is found for him when he finds her kissing him.
This isn't too bad, Lena thinks. This is the first time they'd actually kissed, as Alex as usual has been over exaggerating when he told Aiysha of his exciting news. Actually, this is verging on the side of good.
After what happened with Loki ,Lena thought she'd never fall in love again. But she has, deeply, and suddenly.
So she's kinda relieved when Charles kisses her back.
...
Erik lurks in the shadows, waiting for Charles. He still needs to talk to him, no matter how mad he might be.
He waits.
At around midnight, he's woken from his sleep by two voices, two footsteps.
Charles and Lena are on the landing in front of him, laughing and talking. Hey haven't seen Erik, so he continues to sulk in the shadows.
Charles looks towards his door further down the corridor. They look ready to part, but then Charles kisses her. Erik scowls. He feels rude witnessing this moment, but at the same time just really really pissed off.
Then, to Erik's even greater annoyance, Lena pulls Charles by his tie into her room, shutting the door behind both of them. Erik feels disgusted. He thought Charles had more sense than this.
...
Erik waits in the lounge, behind his newspaper. He's still sulking. Moira enters, holding a cup of coffee. She looks at Erik questioningly.
"Did you find Charles last night?"
Erik nods. "And?"
"He was in no fit state to talk to anyone." The tone of Erik's voice signals the conversation is over. Moira is unfortunately not great at taking hints.
"I'm going to look for him."
"Wouldn't look in his room."
Moira decides she probably doesn't want to know why Erik believes this to be the case, and assumes Charles was just extremely drunk. But she thought Charles had more sense than that.
If he was drunk, Moira supposes, he would have been able to find his way back to his room.
She knocks on his door. No response. She knocks again, louder, and more insistent. Again, no response. Moira presses her ear to the door, listening for any sign of movement.
She grumbles to herself as she crosses the corridor to Lena's room. She will probably have clue where Charles is, and anyway, she might find him easily.
Moira knocks on Lena's door. She hears a tired groan inside, but footsteps come to the door. The door swings open and Moira opens her mouth to say something, but all words that even thought about forming are lost when she be holds the sight in front of her. A slightly dishelleved Charles looks at her, yawning.
"Charles, this is Lena's room." Moira tells him in disbelief. He looks at the door, feigning surprise.
"So it is. Good morning to you to Moira. What can I do for you?" He leans against the door casually.
"Erik wanted to speak to you." Moira opens her mouth as if she wants to add something to this, but shuts it again. She wanders off.
Charles shrugs. He needs some tea.
...
Erik flops the newspaper down as Charles walks in.
"Good morning, lover boy."
"Good morning. And I don't really catch your meaning."
"Yes, you do. Just be thankful it was me waiting up for you last night, rather than one of the kids. They wouldn't take as kindly to your actions towards Miss Richards."
"And you are taking kindly?" Charles shakes his head. "Tea, Erik?"
Erik glares at him. "I'll take that as a no."
"I'll have some tea." Lena tells Charles, throwing his tie at him.
"Of course you will." Comments Erik. "You're British." Lena nods, laughing.
"Coffee?" Charles tries.
Erik holds up his steaming mug, and shrugs.
"You know, I thought you two would have better things to do than make tea and do whatever you do. What about all this saving the world business?" Erik looks at them disapprovingly.
"Does the world need saving at..." Charles looks at his watch. "8:00 am?"
"It might do."
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