A/N: Alright, I'm sorry I couldn't put this chapter up yesterday, but I got to see the new Mission: Impossible (which is totally amazing and lives up to all the prior ones!) and I had to write an essay on the Holocaust so that was distracting too! But now I can put this one up...and this one isn't quite as long as the other chapters, but if I remember correctly the next one is sorta-longer-ish...maybe...who really knows...

Other than that, I really don't have much to say! I hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: If I owned the X-Men series, Emma Frost would be incapable of drawing perfect circles. All characters belong to their designated creators/owners.

"You can go in when you are ready," a nurse told Erik and walked away. He took a deep breath and looked down. The blue coat the nurse gave him was over his black turtleneck. He had left his jacket back in the waiting room. He took one more deep breath and manually opened the door.

Erik's glance quickly caught sight of his friend before he could take in anything around the room. He refused to look at anything else. His eyes began to sting. Charles, to his relief, was asleep, but it still hurt Erik to look at him. His eyes were peacefully closed, and he was lying on his back. That much he could handle. It was the cords that bothered Erik's mind. Endless amounts of wire were attached to what seemed like every open inch of Charles's skin.

Oh my god, he thought to himself. Charles, what have I done to you? He quickly walked over to his friend's bedside and kneeled down next to him. He grasped Charles's hand and placed it on his own forehead. I'm so sorry Charles. He must have stayed like that for at least ten minutes. He only picked up his head up when he heard the door open.

The doctor who he had talked to earlier stood in the doorway. "I'm sorry Erik, but you'll need to leave soon. Mr. Xavier needs his rest." That was when Erik noticed his surroundings.

Surrounding the walls of the room was drawers upon drawers. Cupboards upon cupboards. Erik could only imagine what was inside them. Memories from Shaw's 'hospital' flooded back. The number tattooed in his arm burned. I can't leave Charles here all night by himself with these madmen.

"No…I have to stay here…"

"I'm sorry Erik, but that's not an option," the doctor said, beginning to sound irritated.

Charles. Help me, he thought to the telepath, but he knew he could never hear him.

xxxxx

Charles Xavier's day had been a daze, constantly zoning in and out and falling back asleep took up most of the day. He had no idea where he was and what had happened. If he ever came close to grasping an idea, he passed back out. He was far too weak to reach out into someone nearby's mind. He was about to doze off again until he heard a voice. A voice in his head. It was a voice he knew all too well. A voice of a friend.

Erik.

Help me Charles, the voice screamed again. Not seconds later, Charles heard the voice again, only this time, it wasn't inside his head.

"No." Erik said very sternly. "You do not understand. I NEED to stay here." Please Charles, Erik whispered in his head again.

Charles eyes were closed, but he sensed another person in the room. He knew it must have been the person causing Erik's distress. With all the strength Charles had left, he communicated to the man. Erik can stay.

And with that, the professor drifted back into a heavy sleep.

xxxxx

"You can stay tonight." The words shocked Erik. He had no idea what to expect, but whatever it was, it wasn't that. He had planned possibly sneaking back in through the metal window frame, but he could handle what the doctor just said.

Erik nodded appreciatively. The doctor excited the room.

He found an unused blanket at the foot of Charles's bed and carried it over to the couch. He laid down and tossed the blanket over himself.

Erik had no idea what had just happened, but he was okay with it.

Good-night Charles.

Erik swore that he heard Charles respond, Good-night Erik, but he knew he must have imagined it.

xxxxx

After Moria walked out of the hospital, she signaled for a taxi. He didn't seem too pleased to be driving up state this late at night, but when she showed him she could pay for the long ride, he agreed to it.

After at least two hour drive in a cab that reeked of old Chinese food and fat men, she had reached her destination. It was a small motel, only a few blocks from the X-Mansion. She paid the cabbie his money and watched him drive away. She walked the last few blocks herself.

The walk gave her time to reconfirm her plan on the drive out on how she was going to tell the kids. She reassured herself that everything would work out. Why do I have to tell them? She knew the answer to her question, but why?

Before she knew it, she was opening the front door to one of the largest houses she had ever seen. After wandering through the mansion, she finally found everyone in one of the many sitting rooms. Not to her surprise, they were watching the news, most likely listening to hear anything about themselves.

Moria walked across the room and turned off the TV. Not until the screen went completely black did anyone notice she was standing there.

"I have something to say," Moria said to the group, "but first, I think everyone should sit down."

Moria realized her mistake. Everyone was already sitting down. She had already messed up her plan of attack.

And worst of all, everyone in the room knew something was up.

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