A/N: So, another short chapter, but the next chapter is A LOT longer! :) And yes, that is a slight IronMan/Stark/*technically*CaptainAmerica reference there. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these Marvel characters. If I did, I'd be doing a lot more than writing fanfiction!

Half way through the next week, Erik remembered the meeting an hour into training.

I've just remembered somewhere I'm meant to be, may I be excused Professor?

Of course Mr. Lehnsherr.

Erik looked over to Charles who was helping Alex advance his aim. He sent his friend a large grin, and he returned the favor.

He headed up stairs to change out of his gray sweat suit and back into a turtleneck. It was the middle of September, which, in Erik's mind, meant turtleneck season. Erik wanted to wear his leather jacket too, but it wasn't that cool out.

He headed downstairs and into the mansion's garage. With Charles's dad being a car fanatic, there was nearly 20 cars for Erik to choose from. Without even glancing at the others, he opened the door to the 1962 Dreamcast, from the current line of futuristic Stark cars. The car was a rich, shiny silver. Adding to its futuristic appeal, the car looked like a flat, aerodynamic spaceship.

The most unique feature of the car was the reason that it was only 1 of 121 in existence. Not only did the 1962 Dreamcast look futuristic, it was futuristic. Erik turned the key, starting up the engine. As the engine began to hum, he felt the car rise up, now hovering a few inches above the ground. Erik knew how much this car meant to Charles. It was the only car Charles had ever bought for himself, and for that reason it was equally special for Erik.

I'm going to take good care of her Erik sent to Charles. He could nearly feel Charles smile in response. I am going for him, the least he can do is let me borrow his precious Dreamcast, Erik thought to himself with a small chuckle.

Erik pulled out of the driveway and hoped the trip would bring him good news.

xxxxx

Erik pulled up to a small, shack-like house just out of the city of New York. He only imagined what he looked like, arriving in a floating car, in this rundown neighborhood. After walking up to the door, he knocked on it lightly. The door appeared it would fall off its hinges the second someone touched it. Erik knocked a couple more times.

"Who is it?" a gruffled voice asked.

"It's Erik Lehnsherr. Is Emmett Farthing there?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"I contacted him about a week ago. It was an urgent matter, and we planned to meet this afternoon."

The man paused, still talking through the door and finally replied, "Prove to me you are indeed what you said you are, otherwise there is no point for me to talk to you."

Without hesitation, Erik unlocked the door using his powers and swung it open.

"Come inside."

xxxxx

"So it exists?" Erik asked anxiously after re-explaining his situation to the man. "Will you be able to get it for me?"

"It does exist, and if you stay true to your promise, I will try my hardest to get it for you."

Erik tried not to smile too big.

xxxxx

Charles let out a sigh when the clock flicked to 11:00 on his bedside table.

Where is Erik?

When Erik had asked to leave earlier in the day, Charles hadn't even considered asking him where he was going. Many times before Erik had gotten up and left somewhere, but he was always back before dinner.

What if something's happened?

"Don't worry Charles, I'm fine." Charles jumped at the sound of Erik's voice.

"Was I…?"

"Projecting?" Erik finished, "No. You're just that easy to read." Erik went to a dresser and pulled out some pajamas.

"Where were you?"

"At a place that should not cause you to worry."

"But why?"

"A question that should be saved for a later date."

"You know I could always…" he said, wiggling his fingers.

"But you won't." Erik sat down on the bed next to Charles. "Do you know you truly are an adorable lab rat when you're worried?"

"And you, my friend, are indeed a handsome shark." Erik snickered to himself. "Sharkneto…if you would."

"If you say so…" Using his power he turned off the bed side light.

"Good night Charles."

"'Night 'rik," Charles mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow.

Erik knew he'd have to be more careful if he wanted to keep his meetings with Emmett Farthing a secret. The last thing he wanted to happen was to have Charles figure out what he was up to before he could tell him himself.

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