Afternoon Fic

Some of you may know of my Afternoon Fic’s that I post on my tumblr.

The final products have always been posted in the General’s Office.

Because of recent entitled twats, who felt they were wanted to cause drama – I’m no longer posting my Afternoon Fics to Tumblr.

Lucky You! I’ll be posting them here.

Now how does this work??

One: These are not Sylum related stories – these are my palete cleansers when I just can’t deal with Nico and his damn children … or Ernesto … or John … you get the meaning.

Two: The stories are not edited, they are raw form.  Once finished and edited they’ll be posted in The General’s Office.

Three:  There will be days you won’t see anything, but I will always come back and finish it.

Four: During Sylum Events there will be no Afternoon Fics

Five: Enjoy

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And now for the new Afternoon Fic … I’m working on.  Though I can’t actually believe I’m writing in the X-Men fandom … I blame Speed completely!

Oh do I need to mention that this is AU *smirks*

He needed to protect his fellow Mutants. Charles didn’t see that, the Humans needed to learn that Mutants couldn’t just be eradicated. They were like children, who stomped on the bug because it was ugly and scared them.

He easily turned the missiles around, and just as he started to send, he was tackled to the ground.

Damn it Charles!

He didn’t want to hurt him, but this had to be done.

Why didn’t he understand!

Taking power back over the last missiles, he concentrated on what had to be done.

The first bullet caught him unawares.

Really!

The second one he deflected.

With a snarl, he turned to see the Moira, the CIA Agent shooting at him.

Really?!

Did she miss the part where he was holding a dozen or so metal missiles with his powers, and shooting at him was a stupid idea!

He heard a groan behind him.

Charles!

She was still shooting at him, with Charles nearby.

Erik dropped the missiles into the water, and focused on the real threat. She was taking pot shots, barely aiming, just shooting at his vicinity. Charles was in danger because of her recklessness.

Time slowed down as each bullet, raced towards him.

He lifted his hand to deflect with ease, only to realize it was already on the path to hit Charles. Without thought he moved …

He should have felt the pain on impact, but he couldn’t.

Shaw had stolen that from him, right along with pleasure.

“ERIK!”

He felt Charles’ arms move around him, as he fell towards the sandy beach. He blinked, trying to take a breath, to tell him that it was okay – he was safe now.

“Erik, just stay calm.” Charles moved his hand over the uniform, trying to pull it apart to get to the wound. He couldn’t lose him, not like this. With a yell he pulled off the damn helmet and tossed it as far as he could. <<Erik listen to me.>>

<<Safe. Charles. Safe.>>

“Oh God. No.” He saw it with ease, Erik stepped into the shot to protect him. <<Stay with me.>>

“Protect them.” Blood spilled from his mouth, he tried to wipe it but Charles held his hand. “All of them…”

“NO! You will not leave me!” He gripped the back of his neck and made Erik look at him. “I refuse to let you go.”

Erik suddenly cried out in pain, scaring Charles even more. He looked down to see the bullet in Erik’s hand. <<Oh dear…>>

“Charles get away from him, he’s dangerous.”

His head snapped up, mind roaring with anger and desperation. “You did this!” He yelled, his gaze was like steal as he mentally shoved her away, wrapping the dogtags around her neck and squeezed.

<<Charles…>>

“Charles!” Raven ran towards the fallen agent. “Stop it Charles you’re killing her!”

<<Charles…>>

He focused back on Erik, letting her go, not caring that she dropped the ground gasping for air. <<Erik.>>

<<Promise me you’ll take care of them.>>

“Not without you, my friend. We want the same thing. I can’t do this without you.” He cupped his face, wiping away the blood.

<<Liebling.>>

“I will not lose you.” Charles was desperate to do anything to save him. He wondered if his own powers could be used to heal if he wanted it bad enough.

“Hold on.”

Charles looked up startled to see one of Shaw’s men standing over him. Azazael was menacing looking in all the wrong ways.

“Hold on to me.” He held out his hand, towards Charles. “Hold on to him. I take you to doctor.”

Charles reached out and took it, in a flash they were no longer on a beach but instead in the lobby of a hospital.

“HELP! I need Help!”

Doctors and nurses came rushing towards him instantly. He looked up to thank him, but Azazael was already gone.

“He was shot in the chest, still breathing.” Charles informed the doctor as they lifted Erik onto the gurney. “Save him.”

“We’ll do our best…”

He lifted his blood stained fingers to his temple. <<Save him.>>