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A.N. This is set during First class, Charles can still walk and he and Erik are still friends.

All was quiet in the Xavier Mansion. Anyone with any sense was fast asleep. Most of the inhabitants were sleeping peacefully. All except one.

Charles Xavier tossed and turned in his bed. His dreams were anything but pleasant. In his dream, he was standing shoulder to shoulder with a man, and at his feet lay a huddled person.

"You see Charles." said the man standing next to him, " We are better than the humans, and if you are not with us, then you are against us. With them." he said pointing his finger towards the person on the floor. As if sensing people looking, the person raised its head. Charles gasped slightly. It was Erik.

"Please Charles. You are stronger than him. Don't let him control you." said Erik.

Smiling slowly, Charles raised his hands to his temple and crushed the life out of Erik.


Charles flung his arms out defensively as consciousness came to him quickly.

"Whoa, Charles. Calm down." said a voice to his right. He felt someone grab his hands and force them down.

"Erik?" asked Charles slowly opening his eyes.

"Yeah." said Erik releasing his hands slowly, as if not entirely convinced that Charles was alright.

"What are you doing?" asked Charles in confusion.

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing." said Erik raising his eyebrows slightly.

"What do you mean?" asked Charles sitting up.

"The whole mansion was shaking, but not from an earthquake. When I came out of my room, Raven was banging on your door, but you weren't answering and the door was locked. She told me that when you have a nightmare, you can sometimes lose control of your powers. So I unlocked the door and tried to wake you up. You woke up a few minutes later." explained Erik calmly.

For the first time since he woke up, Charles glanced around his room. His chair was knocked over, his books were scattered around the floor and little cracks had appeared in his window panes.

"If you think that's bad, you should see the rest of the house." Erik said smiling slightly. After a brief pause he asked, " What did you dream of?"

Charles remained quiet.

"Charles, you can poke around in everyone else's head, but I'm not allowed to know your thoughts?" asked Erik.

"I dreamed that I killed you." said Charles so quietly that if Erik wasn't listening hard enough he would have missed it. Erik glanced quickly at Charles as he sat rather dejectedly in his bed.

"Charles." said Erik moving to stand in front of him. He waited until Charles looked up at him before he continued.

"You could never do anything to hurt me." said Erik firmly. "Not that you could anyway. Remember how many times I kicked your butt when we were training the children." Erik said jokingly as he dodged the swipe that Charles aimed at him.

Charles glanced at his clock, and realising that it was five thirty in the morning, he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep. He pushed the bed covers off.

"Let me get dressed, then we can go play chess in the library." said Charles.

"I'll be black." said Erik as he headed for the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Charles sat back down on his bed. He knew that it was just a nightmare, but he still couldn't get the look on Erik's face out of his head. Erik had looked up at him, not with hatred or anger, but with pity. As if he knew how much this would destroy Charles, having to kill his best friend.

"That will not be me." said Charles loudly as he walked into his bathroom to get changed.

Two thousand miles away, Shaw sat next to his telepath Emma Frost. With a satisfied smile, he said, " We shall see, Charles, we shall see."

A.N. Thanks for reading, please let me know what you think.