A/N: Guys, I literally only have two more chapters pretyped! Do you know what that means? I'm actually going to have to write and not just slack off! :O O, well, I'll do my best! Please R&R!

When Charles went to his room that night for bed, he opened the door to find the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. On the bed, Erik was sound asleep, half propped up on the head board by pillows. On each side of him there was a bundle of little person snugged up right to him. His arms made a tight loop around the two five-year-olds, holding them close. One of his hands had a loose grip on a book that's pages continued to slowly turn back and forth.

Charles quietly changed into his pajamas in the dim lighting of the room. He walked over to the bed and picked up the book off the bed, closing it, then setting it on the bedside table. When he went to lay down, he was thankful Erik had thought it through far enough to pull the blankets down before laying on the bed. Charles turned off the lamp on the wall and laid down next to Erik, Wanda, and Pietro, pulling the sheet and comforter over all of them.

Charles tried his hardest to be quiet as he settled in, but he still managed enough noise to wake Erik. It may have been the feelings of contentness that were rolling off of him, but Charles could see Erik's smile in the blackness of the room.

Erik slid down off the head board and shrugged the covers down a little. He then moved Pietro from the outer edge of the bed to in-between Charles and himself next to Wanda. Charles offered his help by pulling the blankets back over the four of them.

Instinctively, Erik and Charles both moved closer to the center of the bed, surrounding the five-year olds with more than just their physical presence, but with their love too.

Neither Erik nor Charles spoke a word to each other that night, but it wasn't that hard to tell what the other was thinking.

For one moment, everything was perfect. Unfortunately, that's when thing tend to go rotten.

xxxxx

Charles woke up to bright sunlight, bird's chirping, three other beings in his bed, and Erik's smile. It was that exact moment that Raven's voice rang through his head.

Charles?

He nearly fell out of bed by the shriek in her voice.

"Charles...are you alr-"

He held up a finger in Erik's direction for quiet.

Raven, if you could explain a little quieter...

She's here Charles... even through his head Raven sounded breathless.

"Who's here Raven?" Charles asked, unknowing that he was speaking aloud.

The only message he got from Raven was an image through her eyes.

"Emm- Frost? Frost is here?"

It was Erik's turn to fall out of the bed, earning wide eyes from Wanda and Pietro. Erik's eye glistened with something that Charles had never hoped to see again. He immediately stood up and bolted to the door. Luckily Charles thought faster and was already blocking the doorway.

"Erik, no."

"Charles..."

"You need to calm your mind."

"It'd be best for you to get out of my way."

"Erik, please, just-"

"...Vati?" Both of the older mutants looked down to see the twins attached to Erik's ankles. "Mr. Charles?"

Erik fell down to the twins sides and pulled them into a hug. "I'm sorry...sor-so sorry..." he muttered into their ears. The two giggled, only knowing the difference between happy and sad Erik, clueless to any other harm in the world.

Charles took the moment as an opportunity to exit the room and see their visitor without a cranky Erik.

xxxxx

When Emma walked out the front door, Raven slumped down into the nearby couch, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Hank sat down next to her on the couch, while Alex, Sean, and Emmett found other various surfaces to through themselves on in the room.

"Raven, I thought you said she was here?" all the children turned to see Charles just through the doorway.

"Was here."

"I don't follow..."

Next thing he knew he was caught up in Raven's memories. Emma Frost appearing in the distance, completely dressed in white. Raven called out to Charles. By the time she was at the main stairs of the mansion, all the kids were braced themselves, hoping they could take anything she'd throw at them.

She opened the door and walked in as if it were her own home. She gave one strong look at Raven's stomach, which was showing quite a bit these days, and tsked. "Pregnant? During these times? That's not going to be good in the end run..."

Hank and Alex grabbed Raven by the arms as she attempted to lunge forward. "You. Don't. Know. Anything," she hissed, still struggling in their grip.

Emma stood unabashed and staring at her nails, appearing nearly bored.

"If you children would be ever so kind to give this to the telepath, it'd be greatly appreciated," she said, hand throwing a thick envelope onto the coffee table.

"And what makes you think that we should..."

The White Queen held up one hand, spun around, and walked out of the door.

Charles was brought back to the present with the same thick envelope held out in front of him.

"You should probably look at whatever that is with Erik. Just as a suggestion," Raven said with a hand on his shoulder.

"Look at what with me?"

Erik.

Erik stood behind Charles, breath hot in his ear. He spun around to see a child perched on each hip. Jean was following behind him, looking as if she'd been woken up and dragged out of bed.

Charles grabbed Wanda out of Erik's grasp and carried her over to Raven, Erik following close behind with Pietro. "Would you mind keeping an eye on these two for a while?"

Raven nodded as he heard Sean mumble, "Whoa...who are they? Why do they look like Magneto...?" in the background.

"Thank-you," Erik said as he followed Charles out of the room.

"Care to explain who these two are?" Alex asked Raven.

"This is Wanda and Pietro Maximoff."

"And what are they doing here?" Hank asked.

"They're Erik's children."

The others were quiet for quite some time.

"Oh," Emmett supplied.

xxxxx

Erik sped-walked to catch up with Charles down the hallway, and followed him into the study.

"I thought Frost was here?"

"She was. She's left now." Something in Erik's eyes made it look like he was ready to walk out the door and find her that exact moment. "She's long gone Erik. It's no use to try and go and find her."

Erik sighed and sat down in his usual chair. "So what are we supposed to look at then?"

"This," Charles said, plopping the envelope down on the table where the chess set normally resided.

"Any idea on what's in it?"

"We're not going to know unless we open it."

They both leaned in towards the table, as if they were contemplating a chess move. A very important chess move that, for all they knew, could affect the lives of everyone in the household.

"We should open it," Erik said. Charles nodded.

Charles leaned forward even further and grabbed the envelope. He licked the tip of his finger and began slowly opening it. He pulled out a stack of about 10 sheets of paper. The top was a letter. He read it aloud -

"Dear Mr. Xavier,

I feel it would only be kind of me to let you in on my little secret, seeing as it more or less affects you directly.

Angel and I have been hard at work to begin recruiting a team of our own, seeing as your ideal plans are never going work. We have already gotten quite a few to see our side of things, and are more than willing to fight with us, but I feel now I'm just bragging.

Now to the purpose behind my letter. During one of our more recent invasions of the CIA, we discovered a system of cataloguing that may interest you. It seems the CIA has been keeping tabs on every mutant they know of. I have included the information they have on your fellow friends.

Seeing as Shaw always told us, "We mustn't harm our own kind," I found it in my duty to share this information with you.

Sincerely,

Emma Frost

The White Queen"

Choosing to not make another comment yet, Charles pulled out the other sheets of paper in the envelope. Each one of them had a sheet to their selves. He paged through the stack, glancing at the names. He slowly read them aloud to Erik.

"Charles Xavier. Erik Lehnsherr. Raven Darkholm. Hank McCoy. Sean Cassidy. Alex Summers. Emmett Farthing. Jean Grey..." he trailed off. Erik could clearly see that there were still two sheets of paper Charles hadn't read yet.

"No," he whimpered, barely louder than a whisper.

"Wanda Maximoff. Pietro Maximoff."

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