Evil Author Day - 2012 - XMFC
Evil Author Day - X-Men First Class (Fair warning--I'm a bit obsessed with a pregnant Charles (male or female):
X-Men MPREG Later (Erik/Charles)
Charles blinked blearily, disoriented and feeling unholy glee eminating from somewhere outside himslef. Forcing himself to focus, and ignoring the ever-present nausea, his eyes found a doctor madly scribbling notes onto a chart. He doesn't even pause before sliding into the man's mind. The doctor was projecting so loudly that Charles didn't need to enter to discern the man's thoughts--and what he discovered chilled Charles to the core. Not wasting any time, he blanked out every memory of Charles Xavier and anything connected to him before giving the doctor a clear command to return to his office for a lie down. Dropping the chart with a clatter, the doctor exited the room in a daze, Charled breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding, and the brief adrenaline surge was ebbing. He needed to get out of here, but even trying to sit up brought spots to dance in front of his eyes. A quick scan revealed no trace of Moira or the boys in the vicinity. Terrified, as his grip on consciousness loosened, he projected with all of his power for the one he truly wanted... needed--'Erik!'
Erik was stunned motionless for a moment before he knelt down to check on the unconscious telepath. For just an instant, he could have sworn it was Charles staring out of her eyes and screaming for him before the woman collapsed. "Emma?" His query was answered by a groan as the blond woman brought a hand to her head. He helped her into an upright position. "What happened?"
"Xavier," she hissed. "He really wants your attention." Her brow furrowed. "He was terrified," she said, suprise in her voice.
Erik sucked in a breath. He'd never seen Charles terrified, and the thought unsettled him. "Where is he?"
Emma shook her head, using his shoulder to pull herself onto wobbly legs. "A hospital? I'm not sure. He passed out."
"Contact Azazel and Mystique. We'll go to Westchester and find out what's going on," he commanded.
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MPREG AU Beach (Erik/Charles)
Charles screamed in denial when his awareness of Erik simply blinked out of existence. "Noo, Erik! Erik!" He did not, however, release his hold on Shaw. If he let Shaw loose, Shaw would kill Erik, and Charles would not let that happen. He whimpered softly as he felt the coin make its way way agonizingly slowly through hi... Shaw's brain... and the whole time, Shaw kept thinking of all the horrible things he'd done to Erik and of some new ones he'd like to try. By the time Charles felt the last vestiges of Shaw's thoughts disipate, he kind of wished he could just flicker out, too. His head was killing him, and the thoughts and emotions of others were beginning to trickle in, slowly at first, but more and quicker as each moment passed. Fear was the predominant emotion, fear of... them--mutants--and following the fear came the hate. Charles could feel the last of his shields crumbling--holding Shaw through his death had done a real number on him, and he needed something, someone, to ground him.
'Erik," he sent, but there was nothing--just an aching void where Erik should be. Had Shaw managed to kill Erik anyway? Or did he still have that blasted helmet on? "Erik," he tried calling out, but his voice was a mere croak. Slowly, much too slowly, he made his way out of the plane, blinking as the sun hit his eyes. Nausea suddenly hit him, and he bent over, losing the little he'd managed to force himself to eat for breakfast.
The sounds of gunshots brought his head up swiftly, though, and he scanned the beach, searching for their origins, and his heart almost stopped as he saw Moira shooting at Erik. "Erik!" Charles screamed, trying to get his legs to work, and then something hot and painful punched him in the chest and he fell, only dimly hearing voices scream his name.
Moira dropped the gun as if it had burned her, and then found herself choking as her dog tags wrapped around her throat and squeezed. She could see her death in Erik's eyes.
"Erik! Drop her. You can't kill her. Charles can't breathe!" Raven's frantic voice finally penetrated the red haze that had fallen over Erik. With a growl, he tore the chain off Moira's neck and wrapped it around her wrists and then ran over to where Raven was kneeling next to her brother. "Charles, can you hear me? It's Raven. Come on, focus," she said, patting at his cheeks lightly.
The only reply was a barely comprehensible mumble.
"Charles," Erik said, placing his hands over the bleeding wound. "It's all right. I'll get it out. Just be still." He concentrated, and the bullet came willingly to his hand. "It's out, all right? You'll be just fine." He looked at Charles' face, but glazed eyes stared back, not seeing him. "Charles, can you hear me?"
Raven was crying. "He's over-loaded. This hasn't happened in years... but, Erik, he's lost in all the mnds around him. He was speaking Russian a minute ago... and he doesn't know Russian." She looked up tearfully. "You can't kill them--they deserve it, but Charles doesn't."
Erik stared into her golden eyes. Every instinct ws telling him to kill the humans that dared threaten them... but Raven was right--he wasn't willing to destroy Charles in the process. With a thought, the missiles dropped harmlessly into the water.
"Erik..."
It was little more than a whisper, but Erik looked down. Charles still wasn't seeing him, but he seemed to be seeking him. "I'm right here, Charles," he said.
"Erik... Where are you? Too many voices, too much fear and hate... I want them to go away," Charles said plaintively, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"The helmet, Erik, take off the helmet," Raven instructed. "He's trying to find you."
Erik didn't hesitate. "Trade places with me." Once Raven was covering the wound, Erik reached up and the helmet hit the sand. Almost immediatley, he felt Charles' presence surge into him, but it wasn't invasive, more like clinging to his mind for dear life. "Charles, are you with me now?" he asked.
'Yes,' came the immediate response.
"How are your shields?" he asked.
'Gone, gone, dying, dead, lights going out, monsters, hate them, fear them, kill, dead...' came the disjointed response, and Erik sucked in a breath.
"Charles, listen to me--focus on me and only me," he ordered, squeezing Charles' hand.
"Erik?" Charles said, cracking his eyes open.
"Good, that's good," Erik praised him.
"What...?" And then Charles saw what had been happening on the beach in the forefront of Erik's mind. "You truly are the better man, my friend," he said with a soft smile, and then he closed his eyes and concentrated.
"What's going on?" Raven asked, both hands pressed against the bleeding wound in Charles' chest as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
"I don't..." Erik paused, wrinkling his forehead. "He's changing their memories..." he said in awe... and a little bit of fear. "All of them."
Raven looked at him in concern. "That can take a lot out of him. Oh god... he needs a hospital, but he won't be able to handle it--too many people, too many emotions, and he has trouble filtering out pain... Last time he over-loaded, he couldn't leave the house for a week."
Erik swore softly, but before he could ask any questions, Charles opened his eys and smiled at him dreamily. "I told them to go away."
A quick glance verfied that, yes, the ships were leaving. He looked over the beach, surprised to see that the boys were just now making their way towards him, and he realized how little time had actually passed. He saw Moira kneeling on the beach and frowned.
"Oh... Well, we're safer if no one knows... sorry, Moira," Charles whispered, and Erik felt the power go out and gently blank out all memories of the mutants Moira had met or read about and then eased her into sleep.
"You, my friend, are truly terrifying," Erik whispered, and Charles blinked up at him in confusion. 'It's all right, Charles. Be calm.'
"What about them?" Raven asked, nodding towards the other three mutants that had been fighting with them earlier.
With a last squeeze of Charles' hand, Erik stood up to face that mutants that had followed Shaw. "As you can see, Shaw is dead. There is no reason for us to fight amongst ourselves. Soon, they will start to hunt us down. I will not allow them to exterminate our race. Wil you stand with us?"
With quick glances at one another, Azazel, Riptide, and Angel all nodded.
'Charles, are they lying?' Erik asked.
'No, but Riptide and Azazel have some reservations. I think they wanted you to kill everyone on the ships.' Charles' mental voice carried the bafflement he felt at such an idea.
Hank bounded up with a first aid kit he'd gotten from the downed plane. "He's lost a lot of blood," he noted.
'Erik...' Charles' voice was quieter than normal. 'May I...?' the voice trailed off, but Erik received an impression of Charles entering a well-defended fortress and sleeping. It took him a moment to understand that the fortress was his own mind, but then he immediately agreed.
'Of course.' Suddenly, Charles' presence was much stronger, and Erik could feel the warmth of the other man's presence as it settled inside Erik's formidable defenses.
Charles gave a soft sigh of relief and, with a quiet 'Thank you, my friend,' he faded out.
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Girl!Charles Labor (Erik/Charles) --Total Crack ;-)
Charles screamed as another pain ripped through her, and she didn't even feel guilty when she heard it echoed throughout the hospital. In fact, the only thing she was feeling was an almost incandescent rage that the one who was responsible for her current condition was not there to share in the pain, as well... and that would just not do. No more nice Charles. He had done this to her, and by God, he was going to share the experience.
"Pro... Professor?" Alex asked shakily, still recovering his breath from the last contraction. Charles' eyes were fever glazed and gleemed in a way that had Alex really wishing he hadn't drawn the short straw. He flinched when Charles' attention turned to him.
"Alex, when he gets here, you will grab that thrice-damned helmet from his head and get out, understood?" Charles said in a scarily calm voice, and Alex nodded his head jerkily. The he could only be one person and, for the first time, Alex didn't consider Magneto the one to be afraid of.
"Good. Get ready..." Charles stared off into the distance, and then there was a pop and the smell of sulphur, and Magneto was saying something, but Alex didn't wait to find out what. He snatched the helmet off Erik's head and ran as if the hounds of hell were after him.
Erik was still trying to figure out what Azazel was doing he when he felt the helmet rise off his head and Charles' presence slammed into him, but not as he'd ever experienced it before. The feel of Charles was almost primal in its intensity, and he struggled to keep his feet under the barage of rage, hurt, and pain. He barely noticed when Azazel popped out of sight. Getting his balance, he finally looked around and his eyes widened as he found Charles on the... hospital bed?
'Yes, Erik, you're in a hospital. Now, you're going to come over here and hold my hand while I deliver *your* child or I swear to god I will leave every single one of your followers as a drooling mess, unable to form a coherent thought again, starting with that bitch, Emma Frost,' Charles practically growled in his head.
Erik winced at the absolute malice that accompanied Emma's name, but underneath that was a sense of betrayal and the deepest hurt.
'Charles...' he started, but Charles glared at him and held out her hand. Wisely deciding to think later and act now, he moved to her side, eyes skimming over her swollen abdomen and skittering away from the blood he could see. Two people were slowly climbing to their feet--a nurse and doctor?
'Yes. They're pretty sure I'm going to bleed out and they're fretting that the baby won't be born before I die.'
"What?!" and then Erik took Charles' hand and time stopped. As if a switch had been flipped, all of the rage disappeared, and Erik was covered by what felt like a blanket of relief, love, and regret. A soft sob brought his attention back, and he used his free hand to gently brush the hair out of Charles' eyes.
'I'm sorry. It just hurt so much... and it's been so hard, and the doctor is sure I'm going to die before our baby is even born... I just couldn't take it anymore,' Charles said, keeping her head bowed as she stared sightlessly at their entwined hands.
'No, Charles, don't apologize... How did Emma not know about this?'
A smile of grim satisfaction appeared on Charles' face. 'Because I didn't want her to know. I'm trickier than she is; stronger, too. Even if she'd gone digging for the information, all she would have found was a crippling migraine.'
'You didn't want me to know?' Erik asked, hurt and anger starting to grow.
'I wanted to tell you myself.'
Erik closed his eyes, trying very hard not to allow his emotions to slip his control. He'd been a fool, a blind fool. Had Charles wanted to, she could have easily rid him of the helmet at any time, as she had so aptly demonstrated. Instead, she had waited for him to take it off voluntarily... until she could wait no longer.
"You will not die, Charles," he ordered aloud. "Do not even consider it."
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Kid!Charles (probably Gen)
Alex wandered around the park, confused and a bit annoyed that he had yet to receive a response to his mental query. If he was honest, however, it was actually worry rather than annoyance. he hadn't really wanted to leave the professor alone at the park in the first place, but it was hard to argue with the fact that the professor was a grown man and perfectly able to look after himslef, whether or not he could walk. As he came around a bend in the walkway, he spied the wheelchair close to the pond... the empty wheelchair.
"Professor?!" he called out, running towards the abandoned chair, even though it was obvious no one was anywhere near it. "Hank is going to kill me," he muttered under his breath. He searched around the chair, but couldn't see any sign of a struggle. It was as if the professor had simply gotten up and walked away. 'Yeah, fat chance of that, Summers,' he thought to hmself. Debating what to do next, he froze when he heard a slight rustling noise from a nearby bush. Cautiously, not sure what to expect, he approached the bush and knelt down to peer inside. He was surprised to find huge, tearful, blue eyes staring back at him. With a yelp, he fell back on his bum.
It only took him a moment to recover from his surprise and he crept slowly back toward the bush. This time, he pushed some of the foliage away so he could get a better look and got another shock. The blue eyes belonged to a kid... a kid who was wearing the professor's clothes. "Professor?" he whispered.
The boy wrinkled his forehead as he studied Alex in return. "I'm not a professor," he said. "And I'm not that old, either." Then he blinked. "Is your friend Hank really blue?"
Holy crap. The kid really was the professor.
The kid... professor... frowned. "Not a professor," he insisted and then winced, bringing his hands up to his head.
"Hey, Prof... Charles, are you OK?" Alex asked, reaching out.
Charles opened his eyes. "No, don't..." he started, but it was too late. Alex's hand touched his shoulder where the shirt had slipped off and Charles felt himself being pulled into Alex's mind. So many images thoughts, feelings, memories assaulted him and it was too much. His eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed.
"Shit!" Alex exclaimed, and then he pulled the boy out of the bush as gently as he could. Charles had a few scratches, but nothing serious. The too big clothes were threatening to fall off and Alex scooped him up into his arms. He really didn't want to walk through the park with a half-naked boy--that would just be asking for trouble. Looking at the wheelchair, he debated what the best option would be and finally deposited Charles into it, buckling him in with the rarely used strap. "I know you don't like it, but I don't want you spilling onto the ground," he muttered quietly as he pushed the chair as swiftly as he could without breaking out into a run. He didn't know what had happened to the professor, but he figured getting him back to the mansion as soon as possible was the best thing he could do.
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Protective!Charles (Erik/Charles)
As soon as Magneto went down, the world stopped for Charles... literally. He froze everyone in place and sent Azazel to Erik without even thinking about it. Once the teleporter returned, Charles wasted no time in dropping from his wheelchair to reach Erik. He yanked the helmet off Erik's head and nearly collapsed when he felt the reassuring presence of the other man's mind. Twining himself around the essence of Erik, Charles forced himself to inspect the damage. It was an arrow, made out of wood. He didn't know what the tip was, but he was pretty sure it couldn't be metal, else Erik would have deflected it. Eyes flashing, Charles stared sightlessly at the frozen soldiers. Rifling through their minds, he discovered that it had been a trap, set specifically for Magneto. Well, they weren't going to get him. 'Drop your weapons,' Charles ordered. The sound of guns and other things hitting the pavement broke the eerie silence that had fallen since Charles had taken control of, well, everyone. 'Forget the events of today and return to your base.' As the soldiers obediently trooped away, Charles held his hands around the arrow in Erik's chest to stop the bleeding and thought furiously. He would need to release his students and the Brotherhood soon, but there was no way he was leaving Erik. Erik, who he could feel growing weaker. He tightened his mental hold, determined not to let his friend go. 'Hold on, please,' he sent desperately. Once the soldiers were out of the immediate vicinity, Charles released his students, who looked around in confusion.
"Professor?" Hank queried as he approached.
'Hank, take everyone back to the mansion. This mission is over,' Charles sent.
"But..."
'And take that helmet with you. We can return it later, but I don't trust all of the Brotherhood members... I'll be fine,' Charles finally responded to Hank's unspoken question.
Hank looked doubtful, but he complied, realizing it would do no good to argue with Charles right now. With one last, curious look at the still frozen Brotherhood members, Hank bounded off to the blackbird, rounding up the others as he went.
With fewer minds to hold, Charles took the chance to scan through Azazel's mind for a doctor or a clinic that would be safe for Erik. As soon as he found one, he, Erik, and Azazel teleported away, Charles releasing the rest as they disappeared.
Angel blinked. "What the hell just happened?"
There was a pop, and Azazel appeared, looking bemused.
"Where is Magneto?" Riptide asked. "Didn't he go down?"
Frowning, Emma scanned the area. "Everyone's gone. What happened here?" she whispered.
"Charles," Mystique stated, bending down to pick up the wheelchair that had tipped over in Charles' hurry to get to Erik.
Emma narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Magneto was hit and then...?" Mystique asked. "You don't remember, do you? Charles took over. He gets a bit... protective when those he loves are hurt. Had one of us been wounded on the beach, rather than Charles, things would have gone much differently, I promise you. Oh, he has these high ideals, and he truly does believe in them, but hurt someone he cares about and all bets are off."
"Impossible. He can't be that strong," Emma protested.
Mystique simply quirked an eyebrow and looked around them significantly--the only signs of the recent battle were the rather alarming number of dropped weapons and Charles' wheelchair.
"You're saying that the Professor could have stopped us all at any time?" Angel said in disbelief, thinking of the seemingly harmless man with the floppy hair that had gazed at them with such sad eyes on the beach.
"He's done this before," Emma stated, catching some memories from Mystique.
"Stay out of my head, Emma, or I'll tell Charles you're violating me," Mystique warned.
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Charlotte-Amnesia (Erik/Charles(Charlotte))
'Raven!'
The mental call jerked Raven awake, and she frowned unhappily. She had made her choice. 'Charlotte...'
'Raven...' Relief came through with the confirmation and Raven paused in the outraged lambasting she was about to unleash upon her sister. There was something else there, beneath the relief... was it panic? But Charlotte never panicked...
'Raven... he's out of control... hospital... too much... hurts...' Charlotte's disjointed thoughts interrupted Raven's internal musings and her focus sharpened.
'Who? Charlotte, where are you? What's happened?' she sent back, frantic as she realized that Charlotte's voice was getting fainter. A wave of confusion and pain was the only reply and she prompted again. 'Charlotte, where are you?'
'Florida?' finally came back, accompanied by uncertainty and bafflement.
'Hospital name. Come on, Charlotte, I need more,' Raven demanded. She was already heading down the hallway toward's Azazel's room. She might disagree with Charlotte on a number of things, but the telepath was still her sister and she was disturbed by how... terrified Charlotte seemed. Erik was out for the moment on some mission of his own, so Raven had no compunction about acting on her own initiative. 'Charlotte,' she prodded.
'South Miami Hospital,' the answer came back, whisper soft and the connection was gone.
Swearing to herself, Raven pounded on Azazel's door. "Azazel. Get up. I need you."
X-Men MPREG Later (Erik/Charles)
Charles blinked blearily, disoriented and feeling unholy glee eminating from somewhere outside himslef. Forcing himself to focus, and ignoring the ever-present nausea, his eyes found a doctor madly scribbling notes onto a chart. He doesn't even pause before sliding into the man's mind. The doctor was projecting so loudly that Charles didn't need to enter to discern the man's thoughts--and what he discovered chilled Charles to the core. Not wasting any time, he blanked out every memory of Charles Xavier and anything connected to him before giving the doctor a clear command to return to his office for a lie down. Dropping the chart with a clatter, the doctor exited the room in a daze, Charled breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding, and the brief adrenaline surge was ebbing. He needed to get out of here, but even trying to sit up brought spots to dance in front of his eyes. A quick scan revealed no trace of Moira or the boys in the vicinity. Terrified, as his grip on consciousness loosened, he projected with all of his power for the one he truly wanted... needed--'Erik!'
Erik was stunned motionless for a moment before he knelt down to check on the unconscious telepath. For just an instant, he could have sworn it was Charles staring out of her eyes and screaming for him before the woman collapsed. "Emma?" His query was answered by a groan as the blond woman brought a hand to her head. He helped her into an upright position. "What happened?"
"Xavier," she hissed. "He really wants your attention." Her brow furrowed. "He was terrified," she said, suprise in her voice.
Erik sucked in a breath. He'd never seen Charles terrified, and the thought unsettled him. "Where is he?"
Emma shook her head, using his shoulder to pull herself onto wobbly legs. "A hospital? I'm not sure. He passed out."
"Contact Azazel and Mystique. We'll go to Westchester and find out what's going on," he commanded.
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MPREG AU Beach (Erik/Charles)
Charles screamed in denial when his awareness of Erik simply blinked out of existence. "Noo, Erik! Erik!" He did not, however, release his hold on Shaw. If he let Shaw loose, Shaw would kill Erik, and Charles would not let that happen. He whimpered softly as he felt the coin make its way way agonizingly slowly through hi... Shaw's brain... and the whole time, Shaw kept thinking of all the horrible things he'd done to Erik and of some new ones he'd like to try. By the time Charles felt the last vestiges of Shaw's thoughts disipate, he kind of wished he could just flicker out, too. His head was killing him, and the thoughts and emotions of others were beginning to trickle in, slowly at first, but more and quicker as each moment passed. Fear was the predominant emotion, fear of... them--mutants--and following the fear came the hate. Charles could feel the last of his shields crumbling--holding Shaw through his death had done a real number on him, and he needed something, someone, to ground him.
'Erik," he sent, but there was nothing--just an aching void where Erik should be. Had Shaw managed to kill Erik anyway? Or did he still have that blasted helmet on? "Erik," he tried calling out, but his voice was a mere croak. Slowly, much too slowly, he made his way out of the plane, blinking as the sun hit his eyes. Nausea suddenly hit him, and he bent over, losing the little he'd managed to force himself to eat for breakfast.
The sounds of gunshots brought his head up swiftly, though, and he scanned the beach, searching for their origins, and his heart almost stopped as he saw Moira shooting at Erik. "Erik!" Charles screamed, trying to get his legs to work, and then something hot and painful punched him in the chest and he fell, only dimly hearing voices scream his name.
Moira dropped the gun as if it had burned her, and then found herself choking as her dog tags wrapped around her throat and squeezed. She could see her death in Erik's eyes.
"Erik! Drop her. You can't kill her. Charles can't breathe!" Raven's frantic voice finally penetrated the red haze that had fallen over Erik. With a growl, he tore the chain off Moira's neck and wrapped it around her wrists and then ran over to where Raven was kneeling next to her brother. "Charles, can you hear me? It's Raven. Come on, focus," she said, patting at his cheeks lightly.
The only reply was a barely comprehensible mumble.
"Charles," Erik said, placing his hands over the bleeding wound. "It's all right. I'll get it out. Just be still." He concentrated, and the bullet came willingly to his hand. "It's out, all right? You'll be just fine." He looked at Charles' face, but glazed eyes stared back, not seeing him. "Charles, can you hear me?"
Raven was crying. "He's over-loaded. This hasn't happened in years... but, Erik, he's lost in all the mnds around him. He was speaking Russian a minute ago... and he doesn't know Russian." She looked up tearfully. "You can't kill them--they deserve it, but Charles doesn't."
Erik stared into her golden eyes. Every instinct ws telling him to kill the humans that dared threaten them... but Raven was right--he wasn't willing to destroy Charles in the process. With a thought, the missiles dropped harmlessly into the water.
"Erik..."
It was little more than a whisper, but Erik looked down. Charles still wasn't seeing him, but he seemed to be seeking him. "I'm right here, Charles," he said.
"Erik... Where are you? Too many voices, too much fear and hate... I want them to go away," Charles said plaintively, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"The helmet, Erik, take off the helmet," Raven instructed. "He's trying to find you."
Erik didn't hesitate. "Trade places with me." Once Raven was covering the wound, Erik reached up and the helmet hit the sand. Almost immediatley, he felt Charles' presence surge into him, but it wasn't invasive, more like clinging to his mind for dear life. "Charles, are you with me now?" he asked.
'Yes,' came the immediate response.
"How are your shields?" he asked.
'Gone, gone, dying, dead, lights going out, monsters, hate them, fear them, kill, dead...' came the disjointed response, and Erik sucked in a breath.
"Charles, listen to me--focus on me and only me," he ordered, squeezing Charles' hand.
"Erik?" Charles said, cracking his eyes open.
"Good, that's good," Erik praised him.
"What...?" And then Charles saw what had been happening on the beach in the forefront of Erik's mind. "You truly are the better man, my friend," he said with a soft smile, and then he closed his eyes and concentrated.
"What's going on?" Raven asked, both hands pressed against the bleeding wound in Charles' chest as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
"I don't..." Erik paused, wrinkling his forehead. "He's changing their memories..." he said in awe... and a little bit of fear. "All of them."
Raven looked at him in concern. "That can take a lot out of him. Oh god... he needs a hospital, but he won't be able to handle it--too many people, too many emotions, and he has trouble filtering out pain... Last time he over-loaded, he couldn't leave the house for a week."
Erik swore softly, but before he could ask any questions, Charles opened his eys and smiled at him dreamily. "I told them to go away."
A quick glance verfied that, yes, the ships were leaving. He looked over the beach, surprised to see that the boys were just now making their way towards him, and he realized how little time had actually passed. He saw Moira kneeling on the beach and frowned.
"Oh... Well, we're safer if no one knows... sorry, Moira," Charles whispered, and Erik felt the power go out and gently blank out all memories of the mutants Moira had met or read about and then eased her into sleep.
"You, my friend, are truly terrifying," Erik whispered, and Charles blinked up at him in confusion. 'It's all right, Charles. Be calm.'
"What about them?" Raven asked, nodding towards the other three mutants that had been fighting with them earlier.
With a last squeeze of Charles' hand, Erik stood up to face that mutants that had followed Shaw. "As you can see, Shaw is dead. There is no reason for us to fight amongst ourselves. Soon, they will start to hunt us down. I will not allow them to exterminate our race. Wil you stand with us?"
With quick glances at one another, Azazel, Riptide, and Angel all nodded.
'Charles, are they lying?' Erik asked.
'No, but Riptide and Azazel have some reservations. I think they wanted you to kill everyone on the ships.' Charles' mental voice carried the bafflement he felt at such an idea.
Hank bounded up with a first aid kit he'd gotten from the downed plane. "He's lost a lot of blood," he noted.
'Erik...' Charles' voice was quieter than normal. 'May I...?' the voice trailed off, but Erik received an impression of Charles entering a well-defended fortress and sleeping. It took him a moment to understand that the fortress was his own mind, but then he immediately agreed.
'Of course.' Suddenly, Charles' presence was much stronger, and Erik could feel the warmth of the other man's presence as it settled inside Erik's formidable defenses.
Charles gave a soft sigh of relief and, with a quiet 'Thank you, my friend,' he faded out.
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Girl!Charles Labor (Erik/Charles) --Total Crack ;-)
Charles screamed as another pain ripped through her, and she didn't even feel guilty when she heard it echoed throughout the hospital. In fact, the only thing she was feeling was an almost incandescent rage that the one who was responsible for her current condition was not there to share in the pain, as well... and that would just not do. No more nice Charles. He had done this to her, and by God, he was going to share the experience.
"Pro... Professor?" Alex asked shakily, still recovering his breath from the last contraction. Charles' eyes were fever glazed and gleemed in a way that had Alex really wishing he hadn't drawn the short straw. He flinched when Charles' attention turned to him.
"Alex, when he gets here, you will grab that thrice-damned helmet from his head and get out, understood?" Charles said in a scarily calm voice, and Alex nodded his head jerkily. The he could only be one person and, for the first time, Alex didn't consider Magneto the one to be afraid of.
"Good. Get ready..." Charles stared off into the distance, and then there was a pop and the smell of sulphur, and Magneto was saying something, but Alex didn't wait to find out what. He snatched the helmet off Erik's head and ran as if the hounds of hell were after him.
Erik was still trying to figure out what Azazel was doing he when he felt the helmet rise off his head and Charles' presence slammed into him, but not as he'd ever experienced it before. The feel of Charles was almost primal in its intensity, and he struggled to keep his feet under the barage of rage, hurt, and pain. He barely noticed when Azazel popped out of sight. Getting his balance, he finally looked around and his eyes widened as he found Charles on the... hospital bed?
'Yes, Erik, you're in a hospital. Now, you're going to come over here and hold my hand while I deliver *your* child or I swear to god I will leave every single one of your followers as a drooling mess, unable to form a coherent thought again, starting with that bitch, Emma Frost,' Charles practically growled in his head.
Erik winced at the absolute malice that accompanied Emma's name, but underneath that was a sense of betrayal and the deepest hurt.
'Charles...' he started, but Charles glared at him and held out her hand. Wisely deciding to think later and act now, he moved to her side, eyes skimming over her swollen abdomen and skittering away from the blood he could see. Two people were slowly climbing to their feet--a nurse and doctor?
'Yes. They're pretty sure I'm going to bleed out and they're fretting that the baby won't be born before I die.'
"What?!" and then Erik took Charles' hand and time stopped. As if a switch had been flipped, all of the rage disappeared, and Erik was covered by what felt like a blanket of relief, love, and regret. A soft sob brought his attention back, and he used his free hand to gently brush the hair out of Charles' eyes.
'I'm sorry. It just hurt so much... and it's been so hard, and the doctor is sure I'm going to die before our baby is even born... I just couldn't take it anymore,' Charles said, keeping her head bowed as she stared sightlessly at their entwined hands.
'No, Charles, don't apologize... How did Emma not know about this?'
A smile of grim satisfaction appeared on Charles' face. 'Because I didn't want her to know. I'm trickier than she is; stronger, too. Even if she'd gone digging for the information, all she would have found was a crippling migraine.'
'You didn't want me to know?' Erik asked, hurt and anger starting to grow.
'I wanted to tell you myself.'
Erik closed his eyes, trying very hard not to allow his emotions to slip his control. He'd been a fool, a blind fool. Had Charles wanted to, she could have easily rid him of the helmet at any time, as she had so aptly demonstrated. Instead, she had waited for him to take it off voluntarily... until she could wait no longer.
"You will not die, Charles," he ordered aloud. "Do not even consider it."
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Kid!Charles (probably Gen)
Alex wandered around the park, confused and a bit annoyed that he had yet to receive a response to his mental query. If he was honest, however, it was actually worry rather than annoyance. he hadn't really wanted to leave the professor alone at the park in the first place, but it was hard to argue with the fact that the professor was a grown man and perfectly able to look after himslef, whether or not he could walk. As he came around a bend in the walkway, he spied the wheelchair close to the pond... the empty wheelchair.
"Professor?!" he called out, running towards the abandoned chair, even though it was obvious no one was anywhere near it. "Hank is going to kill me," he muttered under his breath. He searched around the chair, but couldn't see any sign of a struggle. It was as if the professor had simply gotten up and walked away. 'Yeah, fat chance of that, Summers,' he thought to hmself. Debating what to do next, he froze when he heard a slight rustling noise from a nearby bush. Cautiously, not sure what to expect, he approached the bush and knelt down to peer inside. He was surprised to find huge, tearful, blue eyes staring back at him. With a yelp, he fell back on his bum.
It only took him a moment to recover from his surprise and he crept slowly back toward the bush. This time, he pushed some of the foliage away so he could get a better look and got another shock. The blue eyes belonged to a kid... a kid who was wearing the professor's clothes. "Professor?" he whispered.
The boy wrinkled his forehead as he studied Alex in return. "I'm not a professor," he said. "And I'm not that old, either." Then he blinked. "Is your friend Hank really blue?"
Holy crap. The kid really was the professor.
The kid... professor... frowned. "Not a professor," he insisted and then winced, bringing his hands up to his head.
"Hey, Prof... Charles, are you OK?" Alex asked, reaching out.
Charles opened his eyes. "No, don't..." he started, but it was too late. Alex's hand touched his shoulder where the shirt had slipped off and Charles felt himself being pulled into Alex's mind. So many images thoughts, feelings, memories assaulted him and it was too much. His eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed.
"Shit!" Alex exclaimed, and then he pulled the boy out of the bush as gently as he could. Charles had a few scratches, but nothing serious. The too big clothes were threatening to fall off and Alex scooped him up into his arms. He really didn't want to walk through the park with a half-naked boy--that would just be asking for trouble. Looking at the wheelchair, he debated what the best option would be and finally deposited Charles into it, buckling him in with the rarely used strap. "I know you don't like it, but I don't want you spilling onto the ground," he muttered quietly as he pushed the chair as swiftly as he could without breaking out into a run. He didn't know what had happened to the professor, but he figured getting him back to the mansion as soon as possible was the best thing he could do.
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Protective!Charles (Erik/Charles)
As soon as Magneto went down, the world stopped for Charles... literally. He froze everyone in place and sent Azazel to Erik without even thinking about it. Once the teleporter returned, Charles wasted no time in dropping from his wheelchair to reach Erik. He yanked the helmet off Erik's head and nearly collapsed when he felt the reassuring presence of the other man's mind. Twining himself around the essence of Erik, Charles forced himself to inspect the damage. It was an arrow, made out of wood. He didn't know what the tip was, but he was pretty sure it couldn't be metal, else Erik would have deflected it. Eyes flashing, Charles stared sightlessly at the frozen soldiers. Rifling through their minds, he discovered that it had been a trap, set specifically for Magneto. Well, they weren't going to get him. 'Drop your weapons,' Charles ordered. The sound of guns and other things hitting the pavement broke the eerie silence that had fallen since Charles had taken control of, well, everyone. 'Forget the events of today and return to your base.' As the soldiers obediently trooped away, Charles held his hands around the arrow in Erik's chest to stop the bleeding and thought furiously. He would need to release his students and the Brotherhood soon, but there was no way he was leaving Erik. Erik, who he could feel growing weaker. He tightened his mental hold, determined not to let his friend go. 'Hold on, please,' he sent desperately. Once the soldiers were out of the immediate vicinity, Charles released his students, who looked around in confusion.
"Professor?" Hank queried as he approached.
'Hank, take everyone back to the mansion. This mission is over,' Charles sent.
"But..."
'And take that helmet with you. We can return it later, but I don't trust all of the Brotherhood members... I'll be fine,' Charles finally responded to Hank's unspoken question.
Hank looked doubtful, but he complied, realizing it would do no good to argue with Charles right now. With one last, curious look at the still frozen Brotherhood members, Hank bounded off to the blackbird, rounding up the others as he went.
With fewer minds to hold, Charles took the chance to scan through Azazel's mind for a doctor or a clinic that would be safe for Erik. As soon as he found one, he, Erik, and Azazel teleported away, Charles releasing the rest as they disappeared.
Angel blinked. "What the hell just happened?"
There was a pop, and Azazel appeared, looking bemused.
"Where is Magneto?" Riptide asked. "Didn't he go down?"
Frowning, Emma scanned the area. "Everyone's gone. What happened here?" she whispered.
"Charles," Mystique stated, bending down to pick up the wheelchair that had tipped over in Charles' hurry to get to Erik.
Emma narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Magneto was hit and then...?" Mystique asked. "You don't remember, do you? Charles took over. He gets a bit... protective when those he loves are hurt. Had one of us been wounded on the beach, rather than Charles, things would have gone much differently, I promise you. Oh, he has these high ideals, and he truly does believe in them, but hurt someone he cares about and all bets are off."
"Impossible. He can't be that strong," Emma protested.
Mystique simply quirked an eyebrow and looked around them significantly--the only signs of the recent battle were the rather alarming number of dropped weapons and Charles' wheelchair.
"You're saying that the Professor could have stopped us all at any time?" Angel said in disbelief, thinking of the seemingly harmless man with the floppy hair that had gazed at them with such sad eyes on the beach.
"He's done this before," Emma stated, catching some memories from Mystique.
"Stay out of my head, Emma, or I'll tell Charles you're violating me," Mystique warned.
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Charlotte-Amnesia (Erik/Charles(Charlotte))
'Raven!'
The mental call jerked Raven awake, and she frowned unhappily. She had made her choice. 'Charlotte...'
'Raven...' Relief came through with the confirmation and Raven paused in the outraged lambasting she was about to unleash upon her sister. There was something else there, beneath the relief... was it panic? But Charlotte never panicked...
'Raven... he's out of control... hospital... too much... hurts...' Charlotte's disjointed thoughts interrupted Raven's internal musings and her focus sharpened.
'Who? Charlotte, where are you? What's happened?' she sent back, frantic as she realized that Charlotte's voice was getting fainter. A wave of confusion and pain was the only reply and she prompted again. 'Charlotte, where are you?'
'Florida?' finally came back, accompanied by uncertainty and bafflement.
'Hospital name. Come on, Charlotte, I need more,' Raven demanded. She was already heading down the hallway toward's Azazel's room. She might disagree with Charlotte on a number of things, but the telepath was still her sister and she was disturbed by how... terrified Charlotte seemed. Erik was out for the moment on some mission of his own, so Raven had no compunction about acting on her own initiative. 'Charlotte,' she prodded.
'South Miami Hospital,' the answer came back, whisper soft and the connection was gone.
Swearing to herself, Raven pounded on Azazel's door. "Azazel. Get up. I need you."