Charlotte Xavier

By: Wolfa Moon

Summary:" X-men first class AU. Always a girl Charles. Her views are slightly different from Charles but still has faith in the human race. Snippets that interweave with the movie. But might change the outcome. Read and see. Reviews welcome.

Disclaimer: I will deny everything.

CH 2: Let it Go

Erik looks over at the girl who had intruded his mind. So unlike the one on Shaw's craft. Treading water beside him. Introducing herself and calling for help. People jumped in around them. She struggled a little at how Erik reacted to the intruding people.

"Stop," she warned the soldiers. "Erik." She swam over to him. He thrashed a little calming only under her hand. Together they move to the rescue ladder. Erik watches as she climbs up first. Then when he reached the deck guns aimed at him. He raised his hands to destroy the enemy but a wet warm body collided with his front.

"Stop, everyone stop. He's with me." A man took a step toward them. Erik could only watch the woman in front of him stand up and protect him. Ready to die. Erik watched as she took the pose of leader, calm.

"Charlotte, he's not gonna hurt us?"

"No, he won't. He's gonna help us." Erik looked down at the woman who spoke for him.

"Okay," the man made a motion and everyone backed off. A pressure grabs his hand. Light fingers tangled through his extended fingers. Looking at his hand then to the bluest eyes he ever gazed. Then the smallest tug.

Following her below decks. Entering rooms unknown to him still wary. Cloths are thrown at him. Accepting he looks at them like a map studying which way to go. There is s flop noise of wet cloths hitting deck. Looking up caching her change from wet cloths to dry. She smiles at him. Erik can't understand her. Accepting him, a killer, as an unknown ally.

"Why did you do that?" she's pulling a shirt over her head. Turning to look at him. The bra soaking through the front of the dry shirt.

"Because we couldn't lose you." She moves further behind the curtain. The other remnants of wet thunk to the floor. Confused he changed into the new attire. The wet suite giving him more protection but the dry cloths feeling nice upon his skin. Dressed moving toward the curtain.

"Ms. Xavier?" He ask.

"One moment." Thinking on all that just transpired quickly. Startled when the curtain opens. The young woman rubbing her temple fiercely. A telepath, he reminds himself. The storm in his mind betting not helping.

Taking her in. oversized cloths jumbled at her feet.

"We'll be docking soon. They have questions for you." Erik didn't like this. "Don't worry I will be there beside you." He doesn't need protection from this girl. She smirks. Gathering their cloths she places them in a bag. "Come on." Brushing by him.

He watches her pass. Nothing better to do than follow his little savior.

Once again on deck Erik takes in the craft. Feeling the metal. Relishing in the comfort it brings. People begin to approach Charlotte. Making the metal vibrate. She looks back to him.

You are safe here. Trust me. She thought to him. And for some reason he did. Moving up to a stand behind her. The new people staring at him but focusing on the telepath.

"We lost him. But we'll find him again." That is what Erik wants to hear. He wanted his revenge. Then suddenly relaxed. What a change? Then he understood. The telepath body language had changed, guarded. Then she looked quickly over toward me. Then back to the man.

"When do we start?" She had included him.

Why?