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"Charles?"

Said man groaned but did not wake up. He felt a finger poke his cheek, Charles almost laughed out loud. It has been awhile since someone poked his face to wake him up.

"Charles.." The voice beyond his closed eyelids, sounded rough, old and strained with age. The telepath wished he could turn over, but sadly found that he could no longer feel his legs again. Three years ago that realization would have made his throat tighten and brought tears to his eyes. But now? It didn't. He wanted his legs to get revenge on Cain, but now that Erik was alive-

"How kind of you, Charles. Only wanting your legs back for my benefit? I'm touched." A paused as he heard someone sit down next to him. "Truly I am." Curiosity getting the better of him, as to who that voice was, Charles opened his blue eyes. And saw a man, a old man perhaps in his 70's, maybe?

He was baffled for a moment as he stared at the person before him, the man didn't look threatening not in the least. No, he looked- or should he say, Charles felt like he's seen him before. He looked familiar, Charles observed the old man appearance, He was wearing a black turtleneck, with the sleeves rolled and simple black pants, his hair was a combination of white and a light black. His hat that he possibly had on his head was currently on his lap, but of all the things the British noticed about him, the one thing that stood out were the old man's grey-green eyes.

His own widened in surprise realization, there was only one man he knew in his life that had those eyes. "...Erik?"

The man smiled, reaching out a hand and patted his arm gently. Charles glanced down and saw 214782 written on the arm. "Good to see that your still you, my young friend. How are you?"

"Fine. A tad confused, but fine. How's the future? Last time I saw you, you were standing by my older self, with a grim expression on your face." The telepath stated casually. Erik's future self chuckled softly. "Oh, it's wonderful. Thank you for asking." The British nodded a silent welcome, he ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, talking to future Charles had been one thing, they were after all the same person, he knew exactly how his older version was feeling and vice versa. But talking to Erik's? That was a different, he knew nothing of this Erik Lehnsherr. What was he suppose to say?

"Um, forgive me. But I have to ask; why exactly are you here? And where's my Erik?"

"My younger self is currently talking with the older you-"

"Is he alright? Erik, I mean?" Charles asked feeling slightly guilty he interrupted the old metal bender. Though the man didn't seem to mind at all."He's fine, two fractured ankles, sore and very exhausted, but he-We've been through worse. And as for why I'm here, the matter is nothing bad. I just wanted to talk to you." Erik told the young man reassuringly.

Charles found that confusing. "Talk to me?"

The old Erik didn't answer right away. He adjusted himself in the chair. "It's...just been a long time since I've seen this version of you...the young you. When I looked at my young years of how I was back then and when I thought of you, it was always with a angry, hurt, betrayed look on your face. Considering what I did to you, back in Cuba and with Trask and the president. And though my Charles said he's accepted what I've done, and decided to put our feud behind us and move on. I probably will never get another chance to say this."

Future Erik leaned forward in his chair. Eyes held ten times more pain and loss then his Erik had. "I am sorry, Charles. For everything. My anger and hatred blinded me from seeing the truth, you were right, but so was I. Not all humans are like Moira, but not all of them are like Shaw either. There is more good than bad, and I wish I could have realized it sooner. It took a war to open my eyes. And for that I am sorry."

The telepath said nothing as his friend's older version spoke. This situation that was happening was just too strange. "It's okay, Erik." He stated simply, honestly. The man just shook his head, not believing Charles at all. "It is. I forgave the Erik here. Did you honestly think I wouldn't forgive you?"

Erik laughed and smiled, looking twice his actual old age in that moment. He breathed in deeply and slowly let it out, before he continued. "Though the future is fixed now, and nothing horrible is happening. We- Charles and I- Will never get those years back. All those years of fighting each other? When we should have been standing together? Helping each other? Are gone. To only get a few of them back, because of a war? It shouldn't have been that way."

The British throat suddenly tightened. He felt sadness for his future friend. "Erik..."

He shook his head once again. "We can't. But you two can have those moments, those memories, with one another, with Raven and everyone else. Stop being stubborn and go find Moira, give the woman her memories back and go out with her. Convince my young self and Raven to get married already. And be the team, be the family, we never got to have. Okay?"

Charles could only nod.

"Good."

Erik stood up, he took Charles hand and squeezed it for a second, then let go and walked toward the door. "Thank you, my young friend. For listening, for accepting my apology, for everything."

The telepath gave the man a sincere, genuine smile. "Of course, Erik. Anytime."

Future Erik Lehnsherr returned the smile, waved goodbye and stepped out of the door. Not a second later, when the older man left, did his Erik walk in.

Charles couldn't help the joyous grin that spread a crossed his face when he saw him. Erik grinned back. He made his way over to the chair that his counterpart sat at only moments ago. He reached him arm outward and grasped Erik's wrist. Wanting to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were real and that I wasn't dreaming."

Erik gave him a sympathetic look, and patted Charles hand with his unoccupied one, then placed it there. "I am, don't worry."

Silence passed between them. A comfortable as always.

"How did it go talking with my old, bald, self?" Erik lips twitched upward as he tried not to laugh. "Fine. And yours with mine?"

"Same. A lot more pain and loss in his eyes, more than yours."

The metal bender nodded in agreement. "Yes, yours did too. Though he tried his best to hide."

"I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, my friend."

Erik sighed, taking his hand away from Charles' to rub it a crossed his mouth. "Me neither."

"Erik?"

"Hm?"

"Could you help me into my wheelchair? I want to go outside."

...

"His real name was Radley?"

"Yeah."

"Cain only called him Title-Wave. I don't even think the kid remembered his actual name." Erik explained. As he stared at the small headstone. Having quickly gotten over the shock of Charles telling him they gave Erik a funeral and a gravestone, which they had taken down and covered up, since Erik was never gone to begin with.

Radley Yandler.

We may have not known you

But you were a brother

Nonetheless.

X

Charles shook his head. And swallowed, bitting his lip. "He didn't. It was only when I read his mind, did he fully recall his name." He gripped the arms of his chair tightly, his hands started shaking, as he stared at the small marble stone. After these past few days, guilt and remorse finally crashed into him like someone punch him in the stomach. "How could I, Erik?"

"Charles-"

"How could I!? He was just a child! Radley was only 10 years old, he was only doing what he was told, because he feared he would die if he disobeyed. He came to me for help, for sanctuary, for a home. And I ended his life. I killed him, Erik! I used my powers to stop his heart from beating, to stop his brain from functioning, to stop his blood from flowing. I did that to him!"

A hand rested on his shoulder, he brushed it away. "Charles, breathe! Listen to me, you weren't in your right mind. Yes you did this, but that doesn't mean it's your fault. Don't do this to yourself, all it's going to do is end up killing you!"

Charles stared at his friend, incredulously. Tears threatened to spill down his face. Was he serious? "I killed a little boy, Erik! The last thing he saw was a man filled with rage, and revenge. How am I suppose to live with myself knowing that!?"

Erik stepped in front of the telepath, gripping his shoulders. "I'll tell you how: You learn. Learn from this tragedy, Take it and use it to make yourself a better person. That will be the way for you to live with it, it'll be the way for his death not to be in vain." A couple tears fell from his eyes as he lowered his gaze the ground, he sniffed, whipping his nose on his sleeve.

He felt the German place a hand on his head and he ruffled his hair like a child. "Smile, my friend. That face is unbecoming of you." Charles swatted his hand away, but the smile on his face stated there was absolutely no heat behind it. "I could say the same about you, Erik. Though I'd have to reverse it."

Erik gave him a fake offended expression. "What are you talking about, Charles? I have a wonderful smile!"

"It scares our friends, and some of the children."

"Raven doesn't mind."

"Raven is Raven. She's far too polite to insult anyone's smile. Let alone the man she loves." Charles announced to his friend simply.

"I happen to like my smile, Charles."

"It looks like a shark after he's seen some food, my friend."

Erik grinned a shark smile and bursted out laughing. Charles joined him. The German laughed so hard he got the hiccups. He clinched his stomach and held his breath for a few moments to try and stop them. Charles watched his friend in utter amusement, it was time like these that he cherished the most.

"Are you going-hic-to be okay?"

The British glanced at the headstone then back at Erik. He nodded. "I will be."

...

"You got him then?"

"Of course, Man was pinned up to the wall by thick metal pipes, he wasn't going anywhere even if we didn't find him."

"What's going to happen to him?"

"He's been given a collar, like you had, only this one is a higher version. Electric shock. He won't be using any of his powers anytime soon."

Charles and the other stood around the entrance way as they watched Erik talk to a dark man, wearing an eye patch. He had been a little wary about this person when he arrived in his jet, the first thing did was punch Erik in the nose, causing him to fall to the ground, as he was caught off guard. But he helped him up afterwards.

"Professor?" Scott asked who stood the most distance away from him. Not as far as two day ago, where he wouldn't go near the telepath after he and Erik came back from the warehouse. He was still angry about what he did to Radley, and Charles couldn't blame him. But the next day was a bit better, where Scott made eye contact and gave the British a small smile and today the younger Summers sat next to him during breakfast. Now an hour later Scott was actually speaking to him.

"Yes, Scott?"

"Can we really trust this guy?" Cyclops asked.

"Erik seems too." Which was true. His friend wasn't tense or cautious around the man, Nick Fury was the man's name. Which was surprising since he was the very man who locked Erik up when they found out who he was, and what he did. When Erik, himself didn't. Charles saw Nick nod his head once and began walking back to his jet. Was he leaving, already? He thought to himself as the German made his way back over to them.

"Everything alright?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Everything's fine." Erik answered patting Charles on the back, once and glanced back at Nick, who was climbing back down from the jet and with someone else, he grinned. "Hey Pietro?"

The speedster looked up from his drawing he was currently making. "Look" His father said as he gestured his head forward. Pietro turned his gaze to where the metal bender was gesturing too. The most happiest expression spread a crossed the teenager's face as he saw who was walking with Fury, he super speeded forward and wrapped his arms around the girl.

"WANDA!" He cried out in pure joy. Holding her tight and close to himself. The girl laughed "Pietro!" as tears filled her vision, she returned the embrace just was tightly. Quicksilver speeded back over to the other and in front of Erik. "This is our dad, Wanda! Sorry I never told you about him, it just never came up. And dad? Sorry I never told you about her, it also never came up."

Wanda stepped toward him. "So your my dad?"

"Yes, I am."

She smiled no hesitation as she hugged the metal bender. He returned it. Giving her a light kiss in the cheek.

Wanda let go and turned to Charles. "And this is your friend?" Scarlet Witch asked pointing at the telepath. "The one who you blew a hole into our SHIELD vessel, jumped onto a building hurting your ankles, and said you'd take a bullet for?"

Charles blue eyes grew slightly wide at those spoke words. He looked at his friend, who just smiled and wrapped his arm around the British shoulder. "Correct, This is Charles Xavier."

I meant every word.

Wanda held out her hand, Charles shook it. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Charles."

"Pleasure is all mine, Wanda."

They watched Fury leave, laughing when Logan gave the man the finger and called out "Asshole!" as he flew away. One by one they walked back inside the Manor. Alex and Scott going first, then Jean, Storm, Hank, Raven and Kurt who teleported onto her shoulders. Pietro and his sister Wanda. Logan, who first lit a cigar then went inside. Charles was about to go inside too, when Erik stopped him.

"I have something for you." The German said as he swiftly handed Charles a small box. The British looked at him curiously, he then opened the silver box. He pulled out his random gift, which was a locket. The chain was long enough so Charles could tuck it in his shirt and not worry about people seeing it and laughing. The locket itself wasn't a heart like normal one's were, this one was square and had one word engraved on the front: X-Men.

He opened the locket, it revealed a picture of them all. The two of them were in the front along with Raven and the others beside them, and then the students they had brought back to the school were in the main front. They were all striking poses. Even Logan who had a smirk on his face as he use his bone claw as a substitute for a middle finger.

"What do you think?"

"W-Why?" Charles looked at his friend and he loved the gift. He honestly did. But why?

"It's so you don't lose hope. So you don't go back down the path you were at. Turn it around."

Charles did and what he saw made him let out a wet laugh. It was another engraving, it read: And Radley. "It's so you remember that just because someone stumbles and loses their way-"

-Doesn't mean they can't be saved. The telepath finished. Pressing his lips together in a smile, putting the gift around his neck. Thank you, Erik. I'll treasure this.

The metal bender wrapped an arm around Charles' shoulder again, and gave his dear friend a one-armed hug. Which Charles returned immediately, as he and Erik walked back inside the Manor.

Anytime, brother. Anytime.

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