Story Title: Old Friend
Rating: One NC-17 rated part, other parts mainly R rated.
Fandom: X-men movieverse, post X2
Summary: Charles gets beaten and abused, and is saved by Erik.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Marvel and 20th Century
do. I'm making no money from this. Is that enough?
Archive: My website
archives. Others, please ask.
Feedback: Please? It will be much appreciated and I will answer all
feedback. No flames, please.
A/N and warnings: This story deals with mature concepts like abuse,
violence and torture; nothing terribly graphic, but if you're
sensitive, I would advise you to stay away. And yes, sex as well,
but I needn't warn you about that, do I?
Erik knew it was Charles as soon as he heard the voice inside his
head. He had heard the same voice many times before, but never had
it sounded like it did now.
Erik sat in his car, on his way home to the mansion he rented on the
Chesapeake coast, and almost forgot to step on the gas when he heard
Charles it could be no one but him. The driver behind him
angrily before he regained control over his car, and Erik silently
"Be careful, I can throw your car into the woods
himself, but intended to keep a low profile whenever he appeared in
public. Besides he had more important things on his mind.
Charles. He had sounded terrible. Or rather like something terrible
was happening to him. He had sounded like he was being murdered.
Suddenly Erik heard it again.
Please help me
// a voice whispered in his head,
to belong to his old friend. He sounded weaker now, and Erik started
to believe he wouldn't hear anything more from Charles.
" he whispered. "Is that you?"
It was ridiculous, of course. Erik didn't know if the cry for
was meant for him solely, or anyone close. All mutants? Charles'
telepathic abilities were so vast.
The cry had sounded stronger the first time and weaker the second,
but that probably depended on the fact that Charles, who sent it,
was weakening. What if Charles was dying?
The whole situation made Erik extremely worried and troubled,
because there was nothing he could do. Despite all that had happened
between them, Erik still cared about his friend and to know he was
in pain was awful.
" Erik murmured. "Tell me where you are, so I
can help you
No more voices reached his head, but when he suddenly spotted a
narrow gravel road turn into the woods from the highway, it was like
something told him to turn in there. Not a voice in his head, but
something, that could have been described as a "gut feeling".
Since Erik was driving pretty fast, and since it took his brain some
time to make the decision, he had to stop in the middle of the road
and back. He had to take some angry hooting from his fellow road
users now too, but he didn't care. All he could think of was that
this decision might mean life or death to Charles.
The gravel road, surrounded by forest on both sides, looked dark
although it was day. Erik parked his car on the roadside and stepped
out of it. When he looked toward the road he thought he saw a large
dark object towering some yards away.
He approached it and soon discovered that it was a car. A dark blue,
dashing Honda, judging from the way it looked. Probably new as well.
Erik kept walking toward it, because a new, dashing car standing
alone at the end of a dark gravel road didn't seem to make any
sense. No house was nearby, and when Erik got close enough he saw
the car was empty.
This was not what he had expected to find, but it was odd anyway.
"Charles?" he asked into the air, and felt silly afterwards.
car surely had no connection to Charles' cry for help, and
there and staring at it would certainly not help.
Erik brushed his grey hair back and considered whether he should go
back to his car and drive away or take a closer look. To ignore it
would be the most logical choice, since the mystery of this car
probably had nothing to do with him. But on the other hand
wouldn't give him any peace before he examined it. That settled
Erik went to the passenger door which was locked, of course
unlocked it with the help of magnetism. The least he could do was to
see who this car belonged to, provided that the registration papers
were in the glove compartment.
They were. And when Erik took them out and studied them, he got
himself a shock that made his heart take one extra beat.
The car was registered on Charles Xavier. This was Charles' car.
Erik bounced up from the passenger seat and dropped the papers like
they'd been snakes. One million questions rushed through his head
simultaneously. What was Charles' car doing out here? Had this
something, and if so, what, to do with the telepathic cry for help
The car was empty, and no one was here. The ignition key was not in
the ignition lock, so someone had removed it after driving the car
here. And who had done that? Not Charles anyway; Erik was sure of
that. He really started to feel anxious.
Where was Charles? And what had happened to him?
Suddenly Erik recalled that there was one place yet to check. The
The thought made his blood freeze, but it was possible, no matter
how awful it was.
Stiff as a board, Erik walked to the trunk and looked down at it.
No, please don't let it be so
he prayed. Please
It was locked too, of course, but that was no problem for Erik. With
a click the lock withdrew, and the moment of truth was near. He
opened the truck painfully slowly and tried to mentally prepare
himself for what he might see.
When he finally looked down into the trunk he saw what he had
feared. Charles lay there, naked and bloodied, full of bleeding
wounds and swellings, motionless, with his abused body curled in a
Erik believed he would faint. He had expected the worst, but the
shock was still great. His first thought was that his old friend was
definitely dead. He almost looked like a heap of abused and bloody
flesh. But Charles was alive.
When Erik reached down his trembling hand to check his pulse,
Charles slowly turned his head and opened his confused eyes.
Erik gasped and his hand froze in the air.
"Help me, Erik
please, help me
" the severely injured
whispered, while looking into his old friend's eyes.
Erik had not expected Charles to be alive, or conscious, and he
definitely didn't expect Charles to recognize him.
" Erik whispered in shock and carefully touched
telepath's bloody cheek. But he wasn't late to react. This
a matter of life or death.
He didn't know if moving Charles would be bad, but now it had to
done. Nothing could be worse than leaving him in the trunk. Erik
reached his arms down under Charles' naked and bloodied body and
lifted him into his arms. Charles gave a weak sound that expressed
pain when he was lifted, but then lost consciousness and his head
fell slackly against Erik's shoulder.
Erik started running toward his car. Normally he wouldn't have
able to run with Charles in his arms the telepath was his size
but now all the adrenaline had increased his muscle strength and he
barely felt Charles' weight. He opened the back door to his Mazda
with magnetism and gently lowered Charles' body onto the
The injured mutant was shaking, and Erik realized he might need
something to keep Charles warm with.
Feverishly he ran back to his own trunk to see if there was a
blanket or something to wrap around Charles' naked body. He found
red blanket made of fleece cloth, and it had to do although it was
Erik leaned in again and wrapped the blanket around his friend's
body. He briefly rested his hand on Charles' bloody forehead, and
whispered, "Hold on, Charles. I'll take care of you. Just
Then he jumped into his car and tore off.
Where would he take Charles? Not to any public hospital anyway; that
much was clear. Most hospitals no longer accepted mutants, and both
Charles and he were too well known to pass as normal human beings.
Besides, Erik didn't trust hospitals. They could very well leave
Charles to die only because he was a mutant.
He would have to take Charles to his own home. Erik was not a
trained physician, but he knew a whole lot, and he was sure he'd
able to take better care of Charles than some bungler at a public
hospital. But he was still an hour's drive from his house, and
Charles' condition was all but good.
Erik could see him in his rear-view mirror. Charles lay motionless,
wrapped in a blanket. He wasn't dead already, was he? At least
couldn't hear him breathing. No, he mustn't die. Erik
After some time Erik realized he was driving much too fast. It would
only aggravate this situation if he was stopped by the police; or
worse had an accident and drove into a tree.
Erik slowed down and nervously looked at his watch. About half an
hour left. He could hear Charles coughing in the back seat. Just
hope he didn't have a punctured lung and was drowning in his own
I'll kill those who did this to you, Charles! Erik swore in his
mind. I will kill them!
When he finally reached his current home; a grand 19th century
residence, whose basement level had been remade into a research
compound, Erik was trembling so much he could barely stand up. He
wobbled out of his car and opened the back door to see how Charles
The telepath was still alive, but he was unconscious. Wrapped inside
the blanket, Erik carefully tried to lift him into his arms again,
without aggravating his injuries.
Charles felt heavier now, but Erik had no problems carrying him. He
wondered if anybody was home. Mystique was home more often now, when
she no longer had to appear in public as the late senator Kelly. St.
John used to be home on weekdays as well today was Tuesday
Well, that was actually someone Erik didn't want
Mystique met him at the steps. Her blue face looked shocked and
surprised when she saw the bloodied bundle in Erik's arms.
What happened?" she asked quietly, aware that Erik
was in a
"I don't know, I found him like this," Erik replied
he didn't have time to give any fuller answer at that moment.
John at home?" he then asked.
"Yes, we were just eating."
"Keep him in the kitchen," Erik ordered. "I don't
want him to see
Charles like this. Alright?"
"Yes, okay," Mystique said and held the door open to let Erik
She ran back into the kitchen and Erik could hear her say something,
and then the boy's voice, but he didn't have time to hear
Erik couldn't think of any other place to bring Charles than his
room. They had no sick-bay like Charles had on his institute, only
On the way to his chamber Erik met someone he had hoped to avoid
Sabretooth. He had reunited with Erik and the Brotherhood two months
ago, and Erik had hesitantly let him back in. The big mutant's
temper and carnage had always been uncontrollable, like himself.
Erik said nothing when they met in the hallway he hoped that
situation would explain itself.
A thick wrinkle formed between Sabretooth's eyebrows when he saw
Xavier's abused body wrapped in the blanket. The smell of blood
strong, and the man was very weak. Sabretooth, alias Victor Creed,
hated Xavier and his X-men with all his heart, and strongly felt
like finishing what someone else had already started. How dare
Magneto take that traitor here?!
They exchanged a look when they passed each other, and Sabretooth
managed to control his urge to lunge at them and slit Xavier's
throat. He simply growled and his menacing face grew even sterner.
Later, he thought to himself.
Erik knew that Charles would stain his sheets with blood, but he
didn't care about that. Carefully he lowered his old friend onto
large bed, and couldn't help being appalled when he looked at
Charles had really been beaten. Now Erik only needed to see how
serious his injuries were. He left Charles for a moment and ran into
the adjacent bathroom to get some disinfectant to clean his wounds
with. When he returned with the bottle in his hand he suddenly heard
a knock on his door.
"Who is it?" Erik called nervously. In case it was Pyro, Erik
wouldn't let the boy in, because he didn't want him to see
professor in a state like this. But it was Mystique.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"Yes, come in Raven," Erik sighed.
" she said from the doorway. "Is it that bad?
Can I do
Erik pondered. "Yes, you could bring me some morphine from the
In case he wakes up now, he will be in a lot of pain."
"I will," said Mystique, and Erik heard her steps withdraw.
she remembered to close the door.
Again Erik gave Charles his undivided attention. Examining him
wouldn't be fun, but necessary. It had to happen with extreme
caution, because Erik didn't know the extent of his injuries. If
Charles had broken ribs Erik had to make sure they didn't
any internal organs. To be honest, the telepath's injuries looked
Charles had a large open wound in his left temple, which still bled,
probably caused by a blunt object or a strong fist. Perhaps a shoe.
Had someone kicked Charles in the head? Dear God.
His right eye was completely swollen shut, and would remain like
that for some time, and his lips were cracked and swollen too. Erik
wasn't sure if he had a skull- or bone fracture, but he could
hope for the opposite. A concussion could almost be guaranteed.
Charles' body looked even worse. He was completely covered with
large bruises and abrasions, probably caused by fists or blunt
objects. He might have gotten the abrasions from being dragged on
the ground. Erik wasn't sure.
After some careful feeling, Erik could state that Charles had at
least one broken rib, although he found nothing that indicated
internal bleedings, since Charles' belly and chest felt soft and
pliant. Erik found a half, knocked-out tooth in his friend's
but no blood from his lungs. Good. At least that was something
When Erik had wiped his old friend's body with a warm, damp cloth
get all the clotted blood away, he made a terrible discovery.
Whoever had done this, was surely a sadist. A cruel such. Charles
had burn marks, caused by a cigarette, all over his body. They were
small, and certainly not life-threatening, but upset Erik more than
anything. Someone had even pressed a burning cigarette against the
old man's sex, Erik noticed, when he found a burn mark on
Erik clenched his teeth and almost considered counting to ten in
order to calm down.
Who what animal had had the guts to do something like
thought. To a wheelchair-bound old man? A mutant, but still? If Erik
ever found the person responsible for this, he would kill him.
"Charles?" he whispered to see if there was any reaction, but
was none. He remained unconscious and Erik was happy that he did.
Slowly and gently Erik started washing the telepath's wounds with
the disinfectant and a soft, clean cloth. Then he smeared some
bactericidal ointment on his wounds and bandaged his chest and head.
Besides that he couldn't do much. Time would show. Now he could
let Charles rest.
A knock sounded again, and Mystique entered with the morphine
syringe Erik had asked her to bring.
"I'm sorry for the delay, but I had trouble finding the
she explained apologetically. "It wasn't where it used to
"It is alright," Erik sighed. "He hasn't woken up,
but I'll give it
to him anyway in case he does."
He took the syringe from Mystique and injected the drug into
Charles' arm. It was a small dose, but at least it would reduce
pain if he woke up. Erik suddenly felt Mystique's slight hand on
shoulder. She had noticed how upset and nervous Erik was, but
really sure how to comfort him.
"What happened?" she asked softly.
"I found him like this in the trunk of his own car," Erik
and told her everything that had happened since he first heard the
telepathic cry for help.
"You don't know who did it?" Mystique asked.
"No," Erik said shortly.
"John keeps asking what's happened," Mystique remarked.
know what to tell him. I told him to wait till he could speak with
you. Or do you want me to tell him?"
"Yes, tell him, but I don't want him to see him. Make sure he
"I'll try," she promised.
"Charles was tortured," Erik said.
"With cigarettes. He's got burn marks everywhere. When I
cowardly bastard that did this
Erik's voice broke and he was dangerously close to crying.
"I swear I will kill him. Or them. Charles
you know, he
was more than my friend, Raven. We used to share a bed
"I know," Mystique replied mildly and stroked Erik's
Erik had told her about the time when Xavier had been his lover as
well as friend, and she realized why Erik took this personally.
Maybe he even had feelings left for the wheelchair-bound telepath?
"Do you still love him? Is that why you're so upset?"
I don't love him
but I care very much about him.
thought of somebody
" Erik sighed and leaned his
against Mystique's blue belly as he wrapped his arms around her
waist. He wasn't crying not yet but that didn't
Mystique hugged him back and stroked his hair. She loved Erik very
much, and although she wasn't mad about Xavier, she hoped he
recover for Erik's sake.
"Please leave now, Raven, I want to be alone
" he finally
and pulled away.
"Alright, I'll go and speak with young Pyro. Now take care of
she finished and left Erik's room.
When she had left Erik looked at Charles' abused body again. He
wasn't awake, but his heart rate and breathing were strong and
Maybe the shot of morphine had made him even deeper unconscious?
Reluctantly Erik remembered that he had one thing left to check. He
didn't want to, but it had to be done. Had Charles been raped? If
they had tortured him they might as well have assaulted him sexually
too, just "for fun".
Erik fervently hoped that it wasn't the case. He had been raped
himself as a child, and knew the feeling, hoping that Charles
have to go through it in his old days.
But when Erik checked, he found no blood between Charles' legs,
the sphincter around his anus seemed unharmed, and nothing indicated
that anyone had assaulted him like that. That was a huge relief. At
least he hadn't been raped, although that didn't improve his
condition in any way.
Erik covered his friend with a light yet warm quilt and hoped it
would keep him warm without burdening him too much. Then he looked
at the watch. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Time
passed quickly despite that he hadn't exactly enjoyed himself.
Erik was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and he was sure
that his body later would object to carrying Charles around. He
decided to go to bed. Charles would most certainly feel both
frightened and confused if he woke up in the night, and it might
calm him at least subconsciously to be close to a warm
body instead of just fabric and pain.
Erik went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Really he should take a shower too, but right now he didn't have
strength to do it. So he just undressed and crawled down into his
large double bed. He always slept naked and was going to do it now
too, hoping Charles wouldn't think he would rape him in case he
up during the night and found a naked man next to him.
Very well, Erik thought. I have nothing that Charles hasn't seen
or touched before. He wished he could hold his old friend, but
considering Charles' injuries it was too risky. He could just
next to Charles, without pressing up against him.
" Erik whispered and pressed a light kiss to
forehead before he sank back against his own pillows and fell asleep
almost at once.