I do not own X-Men First Class or any of its characters.

While this makes allusions to Perks of Being a Telepath and Winter of Discontent, you don't have to read those at all to understand this one.

Charles and Erik go out for a night on the town. Erik makes bad puns and Charles can't help but have fun.

Trouble Magnet

Charles sighed wearily as he stirred a cup of chamomile in the kitchen. It was getting close to midnight, and there was still a great deal of unrest in the mansion. None of the younger mutants were too happy with the idea of being left behind in the morning, and none of the older mutants were too happy with the idea of having to babysit the younger mutants while Charles, Hank, and Sean flew off to the great unknown to recruit more mutants.

There was a gentle knock on the kitchen's doorway. Without having to use his powers, Charles knew exactly who it was.

"For the last time, Erik, you almost died three weeks ago, so no, you can't come with us tomorrow. I don't care how dangerous you think it is, you're going to stay here."

An amused chuckle was not the response Charles was expecting. He turned, surprised to find Erik smiling as he leaned against the doorway.

Erik let his arms fall to his sides as he stepped into the kitchen.

"I know. And I'm not here to argue that. I'm here to kidnap you."

Charles raised an eyebrow.

"Come again?"

"You need a night out. Get away from all of these moody mutants."

"You do realize that you're one of the reasons why I'm not asleep right now, correct? I can feel your annoyance from here, without even trying."

Erik grimaced.

"That's exactly why you need a night out."

"And what do you propose we do?"

Erik grinned.

"Have fun."

A few hours later, Charles decided he would give Erik the proper definition of fun, for this was far from it.

They started out in a bar, shooting pool and drinking cheap beer. That, in itself, was actually quite enjoyable. Even when Erik started hustling the pitiable drunk out of their hard earned money. It became less fun when said drunks figured out what was happening, and started a bar fight.

Charles let out a heavy sigh when the first punch was thrown as he casually moved from the bar brawlers to a table nearby.

"Really, Erik? Can you go anywhere without getting into a fight?"

Erik shrugged, ducking a punch and knocking out one of the drunks.

"I'm a trouble magnet."

Charles rolled his eyes at the horrible pun.

"If you make me ruin this shirt, I will make you think you're a seven-year-old girl for the rest of your life."

The metal bender paused in his fight to consider this.

"No, you wouldn't."

Charles smiled benignly.

"Whatever you say, Erika."

The fight ended when Charles took pity on all of the drunks who were failing to offer Erik any sort of resistance at all and put them all to sleep.

Erik looked at the telepath in distaste as the last of the drunks fell over.

"Was that really necessary?"

Charles shrugged and took the last sip of his beer.

"Maybe. Shall we move on to another round of bars and drunks, or was this enough fun for you?"

Erik raised an eyebrow.

"You have no concept of fun, Charles."

Charles resisted the urge to sigh.