If it Comes back to You(it's yours forever) by Nehan Shinzui
a/n: Sorry for the long wait again, guys. I'm probably going to only be able to update on weekends now, because my computer is acting psychotic and won't even let me save to my USB anymore. I'm trying to figure something out though. So don't worry too much. Yet. Another important note: I've actually figured out a song that kind of fits perfectly with the tone of this story! It's called Zerstoren by the German band Rammstein. They're one of my favorite bands and I was looking at the translations for this song, and looking at my story I was like zomg connection! So, anyway, the point of me mentioning all this is to ask you guys if it would be totally weird if I just started inserting the lyrics into this story? I mean...just cuz I don't know. In any case, please review!
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There are times, of course, when Erik begins to doubt himself. He wonders at himself when he watches Charles twitch fitfully in his sleep, his breath hitched in discomfort and pain.
Safe.
The world can be beginning to heal itself just now, may be able to return to what it once was, if not soon, then one day. One day, it'll be enough for Charles to return into the world, for his life to become real once again. There was a chance for him to get better.
But Erik has seen what the humans have proven themselves to be capable of. What they will do, when they know that they are becoming lesser creatures. Saw it when Charles first got sick. And why should he have to ruin this small amount of peace they have? They are happier here. Charles is safe. Safe from the fact that he was wrong, that Erik isn't as good as he believes. Safe from the truth. And why should he have to ruin that for him? To show him the world as it is now...he couldn't bear it. He and Charles...they finally have something. Now he can show Charles how much he means to him. Now he can show him how much he cares. How much he would never hurt him. Now, they can have the life he-they've always wanted.
But he can't help in the back of his mind still doubting.
But Charles is the one who's always insisted on being the better man.
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As Erik has always known, the humans make the first strike. They don't come out directly with it at first. There are subtleties. Disappearences here and there. At first, for the first couple of months things are reported.
"There has been a string of strange natural disasters..."
"Mass dissappearences in the Northeast area..."
"Conspiracy theorists claim..."
"There appear to be some forms of mass revolts originating in the West Coast areas..."
And then they stop reporting anything at all.
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It's come back. The pain. At first it was a minor annoyance, something so small he barely noticed it. Then he can't eat. And that's when it hits him in waves. The pain. So much so it makes him sick.
When it happens, Erik is gone, has left him all alone. He calls to him. Begs for him to come. But he isn't there.
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The blood comes next, the coughing tearing it from his chest, his whole body quivering in agony and heat.
Erikerikpleasegodhelpme
And he's weak, he knows he is, but it mother it hurts so much somebody help him he needs Erik his Erik is gone and father stop yelling at me it hurts and why is this happening still Erik said he'd keep him safe and his legs his legs he can't feel his legs why can't feel his legs mother mother Erik anyone please just wake me up from this!
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His Erik saves him again. And he can't begin to think why he would ever doubt that he would ever do something that wasn't to protect him, his hands so warm and safe against his cheek, the cold water pressed to his lips and it feels so good again.
His Erik is gentle and loving and reassures him, his voice a soothing rumble against his skin.
In those moments, Charles wishes he could understand his words.
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It's when the meteor hits and after the raidation comes, that they become more assertive. More fearless. When Erik had begun his mission, they did most of their activities in secret. But now, they're saying they have God on their side. They rally around a man who calls himself Stryker, the savior of the human race.
This is when Erik knows he has a true opponent.
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Charles comes out of the fog slowly, and his love is next to him, his hand in his, and when he sees him smile at him, he is filled with joy.
He uses the hand in his grip to pull the older man closer and press his lips to his. The helmet nudges against his nose and he gives a soft sigh, curling back into the bed. Behind Erik's head, their reflection stares back at him, and he gives an almost frightened shiver, and he curls back into the bed.
"My love." Charles says softly, his voice hoarse. "I am-"
"I know, my sweet." Erik interrupts him. "I know."
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Charles had had such high hopes. Had placed so much trust in mankind. Had been so completely and utterly naive.
Had been too good for this world.
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They are having one of those increasingly rare moments where they are alone, and where the tension of the world hasn't managed to seep through.
It is quiet between them, and Charles is in front him, reaching for a book, but of course his height causes him to have to strain and reach for it and Erik gives a small chuckle to himself.
"It's just here you know, I almost have it! Really great stuff, Erik one of my favorites-"
Erik muffles his voice focusing only on his small form, before he lifts to his feet, and reaches over the smaller man, his hand brushing lightly against his fingertips before he brings the book down for him. He smiles down at Charles, more of a smirk really, and he swears he could've seen the man's cheeks redden slightly.
"Needed a little help, Charles?"
Charles gives him a pout.
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The whole world is burning. Fire consumes everything. And how can Charles hope for peace now?
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"I nearly had it." Charles replies, almost childishly.
Erik laughs at him. "Sure you did, Charles."
He hands the book to him, smirking at the glare the telepath gives him.
"Now what was it called again? I'd had the notion you were going to tell me a bedtime story of sorts.
Charles can't help but give a reluctant smile at this.
It warms Erik's soul.
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He wraps his arms around Charles that night, a solid barrier, his cheek nuzzling his ear and Charles curls against him, his fever already coming down.
It is then Erik notices the tears on his cheeks.
"Oh no, Charles my love. What is the matter?"
He doesn't reply for a moment,then, in barely above a whisper, "I love you Erik."
Erik gives him a glowing grin.
His Erik.
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The Institute burns and he watches the bodies sprawled around him. The hole in Alex's chest.
Hank's head, where he left it, among the debris.
Sean, where he is laying, his throat crushed.
All of them, trying to keep him away from him.
It is easier after that.
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His protector against the world.
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a/n:Sooo, yeah. Erik's a little nuts. Just a little bit you know. Omg you guys, I've been listening to Amy Winehouse's album Frank nonstop lately and I am just freaking in love with this girl! Goddam those drugs! They freaking ruin everything! Oh, you guys did I mention how much I absolutely adore your reviews? I really do y'know. They make me twitch and flail all over the place and I check my email every five minutes to see if I've gotten anymore. Sorry about the wait and sorta weak chapter. By the way, if I start to get repetitive please inform me! Oh, btw in the comics Stryker was like this psycho religious fanatic who started this crusade to eliminate all mutants. After the House of M, he was one of the leaders who inspired mutants to be put in conentrstion camps. I may elaborate on those next chapter, so stick around! :)
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Nehan Shinzui