FIC: Old Friend, 12/13, Charles/Erik, NC-17, post X2
- Chapter 12
Erik didn't give Charles any telephone when he asked for one, but
because he felt sorry for his bed-bound old friend, he decided to
give him something else instead. He bought Charles some clothes in
his size, plus a wheelchair he could use if he wanted to get out of
It was far different from his electric wheelchair home at the
mansion, but served him well enough, and Charles was happy to be
able to get out of bed and go to the toilet by himself. It had been
very frustrating to relieve oneself in a bedpan, and then wait for
someone else to take care of the mess.
Erik no longer kept the door locked, since he was relatively sure
they would see no more of Sabretooth, and allowed Charles to move
freely within the building. The only place Charles didn't have
access to, was the lab underground, which was strictly prohibited
area for him.
Erik realized he would be forced to send Charles home, sooner or
later, and then he couldn't have any knowledge on what went on down
Charles appreciated the freedom he'd been given, but Erik still
didn't give him access to any phone, which upset and frustrated him.
Every day he thought about his students, and how sure they must be
that he was dead. He thought of his adoptive son, Scott, and how
hard it must be for him to first lose his girlfriend and now also
Mystique didn't like having him there; he knew this, and felt
nervous and awkward whenever she looked at him with her inhuman
yellow eyes. Charles was sure Mystique wanted him to go away. She
was jealous, and a jealous woman could become dangerous.
He no longer ate his meals alone in the room he now shared with
Erik, but ate at the table with Erik and the other Brotherhood-
members. Often the meals were eaten in silence, because no one could
come up with a topic of discussion that suited them all.
After three weeks Charles began to wonder if Erik would ever let him
go back home. He felt nothing that indicated his telepathy was
returning, and without it he was pretty helpless. Charles started to
suspect it was gone forever, that he had sustained a permanent brain
damage. The idea was depressing to say the least, but if that were
the case, he had to start accepting it.
But the missing telepathy was not the only thing that weighed
Charles down. Despite that he very much liked waking up every
morning with Erik's body pressed against his own, he longed for his
home. He missed the mansion, his students, and sleeping in his own
bed. He had tried to tell Erik about that, but it didn't seem like
his old friend wanted to understand.
One night, when they already were in bed, Charles decided to try
talking with Erik once and for all. He loved his old friend, but
this situation was making him unhappy. He had to make Erik realize
Erik had noticed that Charles had started turning pallid and quiet
despite that he was recovering physically, and that concerned him.
"Erik," Charles said gravely, laying his hand on Erik's
shoulder. "Can we talk?"
"Yes, Charles, certainly," Erik replied and took Charles' hand in
his own. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Erik, I want to go home," Charles said straight out. He had never
been so straightforward before, but realized he had to be if he
wanted to make Erik understand.
At first Erik said nothing. He simply looked into Charles's eyes and
squeezed his hand harder. Then he said,
"Shortly. Erik, you must know that I am forever grateful to you for
saving me and everything you've done, but I am healthy now, and I
miss my students. I want to... I don't want to be your prisoner You
promised I could go home when I was fully recovered."
"Yes, I did," Erik admitted with a sigh. "Do you see yourself as my
prisoner, Charles? I thought that "
"You've treated me very well, Erik," Charles broke in. "But this
isn't my home. I love you, but the Xavier-institute is my home. I am
Erik nodded slowly. Yes, Charles was right his home was the Xavier-
mansion and the children there needed him, no doubt about it. Erik
liked to fall asleep with his lover's warm body in his arms, just
like old times, but to keep him here for the sake of that matter
would be selfish.
"I see " Erik sighed. "You want to go home to your "X-men", is that
Charles nodded. "Yes," he said softly. "I do."
"I'll drive you home. In a few days. I promise," Erik said.
He gently draped his arm over Charles' shoulders and rested his head
against his temple.
"In a few days?" Charles asked.
"Yes," Erik whispered. "I promise."
He pressed a kiss to his friend's cheek, and then proceeded by
kissing his neck.
"Erik " Charles began, but it was no real objection, and he didn't
try to recoil or push Erik away.
"Charles in a few days you are gone. Shouldn't we take the time we
have, and do something meaningful?"
Charles couldn't hold back a smile. "You mean make love?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you like that?"
"Hmm Maybe Oh!" he called out when Erik's hand found his sensitive
penis and closed around it. "Alright, I do," he then confessed.
"That's better," Erik said smiling and gently pushed Charles onto
his back in the bed. Maybe this would be their last time ever.
When Charles woke up in the morning one day later, he instantly
noticed something was different. In his soporific state he first
didn't realize what it was, but he did after a while.
He could hear voices again. Pyro, Mystique, and even some unclear,
indistinct thoughts from Erik, who was still asleep.
His telepathy had come back. To begin with Charles had trouble
focusing his ability, since it had been gone for so long, and his
shields were not up. Besides the three people inside the house, he
could also hear other distant and blurry thoughts; probably people
that drove past their house on the highway a few hundred yards away.
He almost didn't dare to believe it was true. He was lying
completely still, and could besides the foreign voices hear his own
heartbeats and ragged breathing. Erik was lying behind Charles, with
his warm, naked body spooned against his back, and one arm thrown
around his waist. Judging from his breaths, he was still soundly
A while later, when he had regained more control, Charles quickly
scanned Mystique and John. They were both awake, and he had no
problems locking on to them and knowing where they were and what
they were doing.
Mystique was in the kitchen, making herself breakfast, and Pyro was
still in bed, although he was awake, not really sure how to start
Charles scanned them without their knowledge. He could do it easily.
So far he was the only one who knew his telepathy was back, so they
couldn't even be suspicious.
Charles remained in bed, totally still, without waking Erik. He
wasn't going to scare Erik by reading his thoughts already before
he'd woken up, but intended to wait for Erik to wake up and then
tell him. He was so happy to be a telepath again that he wasn't
quite sure what to do with his gift. He didn't try to raise his
shields, but welcomed the voices in his head, despite that he knew
Mystique and John probably wouldn't appreciate having their minds
Another while passed before Erik woke up. When he finally did, and
Charles could feel him stirring, he immediately closed his eyes
again and pretended he was still sleeping.
Erik yawned and murmured something incoherent. Then he slowly
started getting up and got out of bed carefully not to disturb
Charles, who he thought was asleep.
Erik walked around in his room, pulling on a robe and sticking his
feet into a pair of slippers before padding into the bathroom to
shave and brush his teeth. Charles could hear the distinct buzzing
from his electric shaver.
When he was finished in the bathroom Erik came in again. He was
still trying to be quiet, and Charles couldn't help smiling at the
Erik got dressed, and before leaving the room he approached the bed,
bent down and placed a gentle kiss on Charles' temple.
"Good morning, old friend " he whispered and pulled Charles' quilt
up so that it covered his whole body. "You know where to find me."
Then he left the room. Charles didn't need to read his mind to know
he was going to have breakfast. He always did that right after
waking up, and probably he expected Charles to accompany him at the
breakfast table when he woke up.
He didn't do that today, though. He remained in bed instead, and
waited for Erik to return so they could talk in peace. If he went to
the breakfast table Mystique and Pyro would be there, and he didn't
want to see them now, only Erik.
So Charles waited. He lay still, staring at the ceiling while he was
waiting for Erik's return. While he waited, he was also in the
kitchen together with the other inhabitants of the house, without
their knowledge, of course. They didn't even try to shield their
minds, and were therefore as easy to read as an open book. Charles
didn't even need to probe.
As a child, the voices had almost drowned him, and now he couldn't
imagine a life without them.
Charles brought his hand to his left temple, where he had his fresh
scar. Probably it was the blow to his head that had taken his
telepathy away from him. He shivered. If the injury had been more
severe, he could have lost his ability forever, or even become brain
dead. Really, he had been lucky.
Erik came back half an hour later. He wondered if Charles was still
asleep, and if not, why hadn't he come to the breakfast table?
"Are you sleeping, old friend?" he asked when he noticed Charles was
still lying in bed, undressed.
Charles tilted his head in Erik's direction, smiling. "No, Erik. I
was waiting for you to come back, so we could talk in private."
Erik sat down on the bed edge, looking down at his friend's
peaceful, wise face.
"What did you want to talk about, Charles?"
"Now I can read minds again," Charles replied, looking steadily into
Erik's eyes. He wasn't sure how his old friend would respond to the
news, but he assumed the best way to tell him was by words, face to
face. After all, even Erik had told him it would probably happen
At first Charles didn't receive any real reaction from Erik. The
other man simply looked back into his eyes and his facial expression
revealed nothing. Then he sighed and lowered his eyes.
"Oh, really?" he murmured.
"Yes," Charles replied.
"Prove it. What am I thinking now?"
Charles pulled a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Erik " he slowly
began. "You're thinking whether or not I'm telling you the truth,
and if so, will I use my power against you? You are also thinking
that you would very much like to keep me here, but only if I would
have remained non-telepathic. Am I right?"
Erik opened his mouth to object, but realized there was no point.
Charles could see through him as though he'd been an open window,
just like always.
"When?" Erik simply asked.
"This morning, when I woke up," Charles told him. "Suddenly I could
hear voices again."
"Were you awake when I left?" Erik asked.
"Why didn't you tell me then?"
Charles hesitated before answering that question. "I I wanted to
prepare myself mentally," he confessed. "Besides I didn't want to
frighten you. I thought that "
"What did you think, Charles?"
"I wanted to I Erik, could you drive me home now?" Charles asked.
He wanted to be able to avoid manipulating Erik's thoughts, and
hoped he would freely agree to this now, but in case he didn't,
Charles saw no other option. He loved Erik, but he wanted to go
"Now?" Erik asked quietly.
"Yes, today. That would suit me fine. Will you do that?"
Erik nodded at last. He knew what Charles was capable of doing now,
and he had actually promised his friend this already a few days ago.
"Alright. I will drive you home," he said with a tiny smile and
gently stroked Charles' cheek with his left hand. "I understand that
you want to go home. It's alright."
"Erik " Charles began, sighing. "Don't get me wrong now, please. You
have been wonderful, and what happened was between us It was
beautiful, but You do understand my children need me, right?"
"Yes, of course I do," Erik replied. "I told you it was alright, old
friend. I am not heartless. Of course I understand you. Would you
like to go at once?"
"Give me a telephone first," Charles pleaded. "I'd like to call my
students and tell them I am alive."
The last thing was said with a small glint of irony in his voice,
and Erik grasped it.
"Can't you contact them telepathically?"
"I could, but since they probably believe I'm dead, it would be
more merciful to call beforehand, don't you think?"
Erik shrugged. "I suppose so. Hearing a voice in one's head can be
freaky. I'll get you a telephone."
Of common politeness Erik agreed to leave the room while Charles was
making his call. He took the portable phone Erik had given him, and
dialled the number to the Xavier-institute again. Charles couldn't
help thinking what a sorry end his previous attempt got, and really
hoped it would work better this time. After four signals a male
"The Xavier residence, hello?"
It was Logan. That surprised Charles. Logan normally didn't bother
answering the phone, but left that to Scott and Ororo.
"Logan? It's me, Charles," Charles began carefully. "Are you ?"
A gasp sounded on the other side of the line, and a while passed
before Logan could pull himself together again. Because everyone,
including him, had believed that their mentor was dead, it was at
first hard to actually believe he was really on the phone now.
"All be damned " he then muttered. "Charlie? You Where the fuck are
ya?! You know how worried we've been? You "
"Logan, calm down," Charles said calmly. "I know that my call
certainly was unexpected, but listen to me now. I am alright. You
don't have to worry any longer. Everything is going to be just fine.
I'm coming home today. Can you please be kind and put Scott or Ororo
on the line, Logan?"
"Nope, can't do that," was Logan's reply.
"'Ro's not home at the moment. She's the one running this place now,
and has a lot to do. And One-Eye "
Logan went quiet for a moment, and didn't proceed until Charles
"Yes, what's wrong with Scott?" he asked.
"He hasn't taken your disappearance so well. First Jean, and now
you I suppose it broke the kid. Anyway, he's in his room right now,
sleeping, and he can't even do that unless he washes down a couple
or more sleeping pills every night. Ororo and I have been forced to
take almost all his classes. Charlie, this place is in chaos," Logan
said truthfully. "You gotta come home. Where are ya, by the way? Are
ya coming home anytime soon?"
"Yes," Charles replied. "Logan, I'm sorry You have no idea Poor
Scott. I should have known there would be a limit. I am truly sorry,
but I couldn't help it."
"Where are you?" Logan asked again.
Charles thought whether it would be wise to tell Logan who he was
with. Logan had a tendency to overreact, and he hated Erik, so
telling him might not be suitable. At least not yet.
"I am safe, Logan, and I'm coming home today. You can tell that to
"Where *are* you?" Logan persisted. "I wanna know where you are. Is
that so odd?"
Charles sighed. "Does it matter where I am?"
"Yes!" the other mutant exclaimed. "It does! I wanna know what's
happened to ya, dammit! Where are you, Charlie?"
"I am with Erik. He was "
"Magneto!" Logan exclaimed. "He kidnapped you?! I knew that fucker
"Logan!" Charles snapped sharply. "Now you listen to me. Erik saved
me. He found me severely injured, and brought me to his home to
nurse me. He hasn't hurt me. Logan? Are you listening to me?"
The receiver was silent for a moment, but then he could hear Logan's
voice again. "Yeah, Charlie, I'm listening " he murmured.
"Do not overreact. Tell the others what I've said. There is
absolutely no worry. Erik hasn't hurt me. He saved my life. Can you
tell them that?"
"Sure, Charlie " Logan muttered. "Mags "saved" you Right I'll tell
them, but don't blame me if they doubt it!"
"Then make sure they don't," Charles replied calmly. "And Logan One
"Stop calling me "Charlie"."
"No, sure, professor Xavier," Logan said, pronouncing the name over-
explicitly. Charles could almost see Logan before him, grinning his
usual sarcastic, mischievous grin.
"'Charles' will do fine," he remarked. "Maybe we should stop here. I
don't want to give Erik a too high telephone bill."
"No, he's such a poor bastard, right?" Logan sneered. "Bye, Charlie.
Good to have ya back. I'll bring them your message."
"Thank you, Logan."
They concluded the call. Charles put the phone away and called for
Erik. Really he would have preferred talking to Scott or Ororo,
since Logan wasn't always very professional, but he decided to trust
Logan in a situation like this one.
"Charles? Did you make your call?" Erik asked.
"Yes, Erik. I talked to Logan."
Erik failed to hold back a snort. "Logan? It's surprising that he
even knows how to answer a telephone "
"Erik, stop. He took it better than I was hoping or expecting."
"Did you tell him where you were?"
"Let me guess He thought I'd kidnapped you, didn't he?"
"Yes, but I told him that was not the case," said Charles. "Logan is
neither as dumb nor as feral as you seem to think. It is actually
possible having a civilized conversation with him."
"Oh, really? I didn't notice that " Erik muttered.
"He doesn't like you either."
"That suits me fine," Erik said with a shrug. "But let us forget
Wolverine for a moment. When do you want me to drive you home?"
"This afternoon would suit me fine," replied Charles. "I promised
Logan to come home today."
Erik sat down on his bed edge again, and tenderly placed his hand on
Charles' forehead, stroking his bald head. His scalp was as smooth
as the rest of his body.
"You maybe should get dressed before we depart," he suggested. "And
have something to eat. It's a long drive to Westchester from here."
"I know," Charles replied. "I'll get ready then."
"I am going to miss you " Erik murmured without looking into
"I will miss you too, Erik. You know that."
"Yes, I hope so."
They embraced each other firmly and finished the embrace with a deep
kiss before they finally withdrew from each other.
"I am so glad you are well now, Charles," Erik said in a thick voice.