Erik's POV

I sighed heavily rolling to one side the following morning. My mind and body felt heavy and drained. I had not realized before now just how exhausted I had been. Years of running through Europe tracking down the people who had ruined my life, did not leave much time for a peaceful sleep. No to mention my dreams had started to be haunted by a certain blonde young woman, with a sharp tongue and defiant personality.

Christ I had only just met the girl and she had already crept her way under my skin. It must have been been because she stood up to me. No other reason was plausible or acceptable.

I stood from my bed and pulled some clothes from my bag. Travelling at all teams meant a lack of personal belongs. I don't even truly remember the last time I owned anything, that could be considered truly personal to me.

Once I was content with my appearance and fully awake, I made my way down toward the kitchen area. Last night Evelyn had given all of us an overview tour of what she deemed important on being able to navigate the extremely large manner. It would be a miracle if the ragtag team of boys didn't get lost in this place.

Once I neared the kitchen the smell of sausage and eggs drifted toward me. Glancing at my watch I noticed it was around 7 in the morning. Curiosity over who would possibly be up at this hour got the better of me, as I made my way into the kitchen. Only to find the person that had been plaguing my mind in front of the stove.

There she was humming to herself in a tank top and very short shorts. from the looks of it they were pajamas. I did my best not to stare, but really what man can avoid looking at a ravishing young woman?

I was about to announce my presence when a deep growl sounded behind me, causing Evelyn to turn around in surprise. I cursed to myself as one of her giant beasts walk past me, and I swear I heard it snicker.

"Crea! Erik! You both surprised me." She said looking like she was trying to regain her composure.

I cleared my throat and took a seat at the counter before speaking. "Sorry I didn't mean to." I told her feeling slightly embarrassed.

"No troubles, would you like some food?" She offered.

I couldn't help but nod. The smell of her cooking was getting to me, and to be quite honest I really wanted a homemade meal. "Yes thank you." She just went ahead and gave me this smile. I must be ill to be thinking such useless things.

Evelyn's POV

I was more than surprised when I realized Erik had been in the kitchen the whole time. It was a bit unnerving but I wouldn't let it get to me. Instead I offered him food as a way to distract his attention while I composed myself. It was unnerving that the man I had just been thinking about walks in while I am cooking in my pj's. Yep so not cool.

I served Erik a big plate of food hoping to get into his good graces. I had found over the years that when someone says, "The best way to a man's heart is their stomach." They were normally telling the truth. Guys just seemed to love food.

Once he received his meal Erik thanked me and began to eat. I could tell he was holding back a bit. From his devilishly handsome blue eyes that he was starving and was trying hard to have manners. I giggled a bit at this and joined him. "So Erik, how did you come to meet Charles?" I asked him casually.

"He stopped me from drowning myself." He responded simply.

I looked at him curious then. "Drown yourself? How do you drown yourself? I thought survival instincts made that nearly impossible."

He chuckled a bit at that. I hope I didn't sound too foolish. "I was attempting to keep hold of a submarine."

I smiled and shook her head. "And Charles wanted to be a hero. "

Erik let a small smile graced his lips as he and I fell into a comfortable silence. That is until he broke it. "What are your feelings about all this?"