An X-men: First Class drabble
Note: The X-men characters are the property of Marvel Comics, but at least this fic is mine! I adored this movie sooo much, and thought it only appropriate to start writing fics for them. So read, review, and enjoy!
He'd found him. Erik should've known Charles would find out he'd been trying to leave. But could the Brit bastard blame him? Erik knew that Charles knew what they had was a mismatched cluster of baby mutants. They would never be a team.
"You shouldn't go," Charles said.
Erik fought the urge to roll his eyes. Charles was probably moping at his back, his hands shoved in his pockets, with that puppy-dog look in his eyes. Erik had never met someone who could be so aptly described.
"I know what you're thinking."
"How?" Erik turned his head but refused to look over his shoulder at the telepath. "You reading my mind?"
"No," Charles replied without hesitation. "I just know you."
"Because you read my mind, before."
"…yes." Charles took a step forward. "Erik, all you need to do is give those kids a chance. They aren't perfect—neither are we."
Erik snorted and smirked at Charles. Ah, hell, he'd just not have to look at those eyes, despite how pleading they were. Charles was dangerously perceptive, even without his telepathy. After all, they'd quickly become friends after Charles had saved…no, after Charles had interrupted his revenge.
"Speak for yourself." Erik tightened his grip on his case. "My powers are fairly good."
"But you don't know how to control them."
The metal magician grimaced. "Stop reading my mind, figuring out my feelings."
"I'm not reading your mind." Charles' earnest expression made Erik fidget. "Erik, Shaw has his friends. Have yours."
It was a welcome, an open invitation. Erik had no idea how to answer him.
"I won't force you to stay," the telepath continued. "But you should." Charles briefly locked eyes with his fellow mutant again before turning around to head into the CIA building.
Erik took several deep breaths. If anything, he blamed Charles' powers for his feet turning back to the building and following after him. When he caught up to Charles, he said, "You knew I would."
Charles smiled, and the tension between them disappeared. "No. But I sure as hell hoped. Good night, Erik."
"Good night, Charles."
Dear Gott in Himmel—how could he leave after that?
Cute. I like writing drabbles for them, even pre-slash ones! XD I have many more ideas for them, so please review and check the others out! Thanks! Note: "Gott in Himmel"—German for "God in Heaven."