Author's Note: So it took a while for this to get up. I'm very sorry about that. But I finally got the 5th review that I had been waiting for. Thank you Fireotaku18 for giving me my fifth review for last chapter, and thus this new chapter. I hope you enjoy. Also give thanks to this update to my heart, which time and time again proves it can still break. Also, I know I promised you more of Ms. Anna and Mannschaft's history, but I kinda liked where this ended. So that will be in the next Charles chapter. Oh and the question that the professor asks Charles and his answer came from Yahoo answers because I am writing this in a rush before mom can take the computer away. If it is wrong I'm sorry and if you want to fix it I shall repost this with the correct terminology. And I know this is a bit short, but it's because mom's rushing me. I'll update the next chapter as soon as I get 5 reviews for this chapter, be it a day or 4 months. Oh and yes, I will admit that Charles and Ms. Anna's relationship is completely rushed and bipolar, but blame my broken heart. It demanded love one moment and then it demanded angst the next. I'm sorry for the horribleness. Please enjoy nonetheless.

Disclaimer: If I owned X-Men: First Class, Charles and Erik would have had sex in the stripper bar when they got Angel.

Recap: And then Charles ripped his hand out of Erik's, the other boy trying to grab him back, but it was futile. As soon as the physical contact was broken, Charles felt as if he had been thrown into cold water and when he resurfaced he was back in his body, in the room he had been having his lessons in before. He was drenched and a worried looking Ms. Anna looked down at him.

That's when the tears came.

Charles didn't know how long he cried for. All he could focus on was the sudden feeling of emptiness that was eating away at him. It felt as if someone had reached into his chest and yanked out his heart. Finally the sobs subsided and he felt a warm embrace.

"Oh Charles. Charles, darling, I'm so sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry…" Ms. Anna whispered in his ear, holding him close and rubbing soothing circles on his back. She was rocking they back and forth, whispering apologies as she held him comfortingly in her arms. Charles couldn't seem to do anything. This was the most tender, nurturing thing he had ever experienced. Ms. Anna had done a complete change of character and it was leaving Charles slightly confused. But, held within her arms, he almost felt… loved. The thought brought him out of his thoughts and, though inexperienced in displays of affection, he instinctively cuddled closer, closing his eyes as he hugged her back. He felt a wave of maternal love wash over him. It was the first thing he had ever felt from her mind before and the knowledge that she loved him so had him smiling and looking up at her. Two pairs of eyes the exact same shade of blue met, both warm and shining.

"Thank you," Charles whispered softly. And that was all they needed to say. Charles rested his head against her and she pulled him close, holding him in a way he had never been held before: the way his mother should have held him but never could. She held him the way a mother would her son after a nightmare. It was so warm and soothing and loving. She sung in his ear lullabies he had never heard before in several languages. Though he couldn't understand what they were saying, it didn't matter. Because this was so much more than he could have asked for. And for the first time in his fourteen years of life, Charles felt loved.

"Charles darling, wake up," someone whispered. Slowly, Charles opened his eyes and found two gorgeous blue eyes staring down at him. A smile greeted his sleep-filled eyes and Charles couldn't help but to smile back. "It's time to wake up, darling," Ms. Anna said.

"Mmmmmm… What time is it?" Charles asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Five o'clock. Time to get ready for university," she said.

Bolting upright, Charles gaped at her in shock. "Five o'clock?" he gasped. Looking at his clock, he realized it was indeed five in the morning, meaning he had slept throughout the entire night without a single dream of Erik for the first time in two years. Blushing, Charles recalled that he had fallen asleep in Ms. Anna's arms in the study. Which, now that he thought about it, he wasn't in at the moment. He had somehow gotten in his room during the night. Just as he thought of asking Ms. Anna how she had gotten him here, he remembered the time and that he had to get ready and get across town for his class in an hour. He sprung out of bed and ran to his dresser, starting to remove his shirt—darn, he had slept in his clothes from the day before and boy was mother going to be furious when she saw how wrinkled they had gotten—before he remembered Ms. Anna's presence. Of course, he knew he shouldn't be too embarrassed after last night and how he had acted so clingy, but he was still a boy and this woman was in his room. Blushing, Charles didn't know what to say. But then a wave of calm washed over him. "Um…" he muttered, unintelligently.

"I'll leave you to get dressed," she said. She got up and was about to leave when she turned back to him, her face tender but her eyes worried. "Charles… we have to talk later," she said, pausing, "… about you being a telepath." And with that she turned away and walked out.

Charles' mind was in a haze all of his class. He knew he should be paying attention, but his mind was so absorbed with Ms. Anna's words.

"Mr. Xavier," the professor said again. The boy next to Charles tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Xavier. Thank you for gracing us with your attention."

"I'm sorry Professor," Charles said, his voice holding an edge. He was rather annoyed at being interrupted from his thoughts. "Would you please repeat the question," he bit out, glaring.

Slightly unnerved at the glare he was getting—who wouldn't when those eyes as bright and deadly as glacial ice were staring daggers at him—the professor continued carefully. "Describe what can happen to an electron in a biological molecule such as chlorophyll when a photon of light energy is absorbed."

"First of all the electron comes from hydrogen from the splitting of water which takes place in the light reaction. It will get excited and boost up to a primary acceptor, then fall down the electron transport chain releasing energy for ATP synthesis," Charles answered angrily, breaking his rule and snatching the answer from the man's mind. The look on his professor's face was priceless. And he could tell by the angry thoughts the man was practically screaming that he would leave Charles alone for the rest of the class. Rather proud of himself at the moment, Charles let off a small smile before they were ripped away again.

We need to talk about you being a telepath.

How the bloody hell did Ms. Anna know what he was. He sure as hell didn't know until that night with Raven and was quite certain that he had never shown signs of being a mutant. But he could be wrong. Except that little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him, trying to piece something together for him but he couldn't seem to grasp it.

Wasn't it curious that Ms. Anna never projected her thoughts? Charles had known the woman for months, yet no matter what, her thoughts never threw themselves at him like that of other people. And that one time he had tried to read her mind. He was getting closer, he could feel it. But as he tried to grab it, it felt as if someone had places a block in his mind, preventing him from recalling exactly what had happened.

"Charles," Emma said, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. "Class is over." Looking around, Charles did in fact see that everyone else was getting out of their seat and packing up their things. Looking at the board in fright, he finally realized that he had missed the entire lesson during his pondering. "Don't worry," Emma said, drawing Charles' attention back to her, "I took an extra copy of the note for you."

Baffled, Charles couldn't help but give the girl the most dazzling smile he could manage. "Thank you so much Emma. You're a life saver."

"No problem," Emma said, blushing and looking down. She pushed a lock of her golden blonde hair back and chewed on her lip. Charles extended his arm to her and she took it after a moment, both of them walking out of the classroom. It took several minutes, but finally she said what was on her mind. "I couldn't help but notice you were completely out of it all day. Are you alright?"

Charles smiled at the compassion this girl had. "Yes. Just… a lot on my mind right now."

Emma stayed silent for a moment. "Any way I can help?" she asked hesitantly.

And then the idea hit him. "You know what," he said, "I think you might." The girl looked at him questioningly and he took the moment of confusion and dived into her mind.

He had only done a couple times before, going past the surface level of people's minds into that which lied beneath the surface. It took quite a bit of his strength and was exhausting. But he had to figure this out. So he was going to borrow Emma's mind. Pulling up his own thoughts, he planted the memories into the sections of Emma's mind that could analyze the data and solve his puzzle. He listened to every single thought that popped up. Finally, all the data processed and her mind drew to a conclusion. Charles literally jerked himself away from her, both mentally and physically. No, he thought. It couldn't be. But there was no other option.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him, sending him straight to the ground. His hearing got all fuzzy and he saw black dots appear in his vision. But he saw the flame of red hair and saw blue eyes the exact shade of his stare into his own. Then he sat and watched as Ms. Anna got up and moved over to Emma. She grasped the girl's shoulders and stared into her eyes. She started saying something, but Charles couldn't hear it. When he blacked out, Emma was walking away and Ms. Anna was staring down at him.

"You're a telepath?" Charles practically screamed as he walked into the study. Ms. Anna looked up from the book she had been reading and regarded him with calm eyes. He could see the strain and his heart panged at causing this woman any pain, but at the moment his mind was too hazed with anger to stop. "You're a telepath like me and you never told me? How could you?" he breathed out at last, all the hurt and feelings of betrayal evident in his eyes. He saw her flinch at his glance and saw how her muscles tightened as she fought from getting up and hugging him. Sighing, Ms. Anna set the book down and then gestured him to the seat opposite her. Slowly walking over to the chair, Charles sat down, never once breaking eye contact.

Ms. Anna looked into his eyes for a few moments before nodding. "Yes Charles, I am a telepath."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" he shouted.

Ms. Anna was silent for several moments, simply staring at him. He fidgeted under her gaze, but refused to look away. He would stay strong. He wanted answers. "I didn't think it was important," she said cooly.

"Didn't think it was important?" he asked in disbelief. "How could this not be important? I've spent the past year with you being here, not knowing what you were. I've spent a year of my life wondering what was happening, what I was doing. I had to learn this whole controlling your powers thing on my own. It's a wonder I haven't hurt any- … Emma. Oh God, Emma!" Charles exclaimed, leaping up.

A calm wave passed over him. She's fine. Sit down. Shocked at hearing Ms. Anna's voice in his head, Charles sat down without another word. You pulled out of her mind so suddenly she would have had permanent damage if left like that much longer. Don't worry, I fixed her. And I got rid of all the thoughts you had implanted in her mind. Very nice work by the way. I'm surprised you thought of that yourself. "I made sure the driver got her home safely," she said aloud. "And I didn't think it was important to tell you, because I saw you were making progress yourself. I always think that learning through experience is the best way to learn, so I left you alone. Of course, I did give you some guidance here and there." Several moments flashed through Charles' mind, except these were Ms. Anna's memories so he saw the soft mental nudges she would give him. "But after what happened yesterday," Ms. Anna said, "I knew I couldn't leave you alone. I couldn't make you face this alone."

Charles looked at her then, "Face what alone?"

"Charles," she said sadly, pulling his hand into hers. "You formed a mind link."

Hahaha! Cliffie! Yes, leave your screams of protest in a lovely thing called a review. I'll update as soon as I get 5.