A/N - so originally chapter 3 was going to be the end, but I decided to add a couple more at least to explain his behavior in days of future past; he was blaming Erik despite trying to let go of what happened on the beach. So this chapter (and a few more) was born. So I'm not infringing or anything, dialogue is from the movie, well, as best as I could remember.

He sat alone, the room dark, trying to drink his pain away. Ten years had passed since Cuba, since he had seen Erik and Raven and five years had passed since the school closed. Everything he cared for had been ripped from him, opening old wounds he had thought were bandaged and healed.

Charles would never admit it, but he missed Erik and Raven so much. He had tried to move on, to forget about them. But he never could. The last nail in the coffin was when the students and teachers had been drafted and he had to close the school he and Hank had worked so hard to open. Charles had never felt so alone in his life.

A year after Cuba, the president had been assassinated. Through the grapevine, Hank and Charles had heard Erik had been behind it and was being held somewhere under the pentagon. He began to wonder where Raven was, since she was never seen or heard from again. He tried to push those thoughts out, but his sister was always on his mind.

After the school closed, Hank developed a serum to fix his spine and give him his mobility back but it came with a price; the loss of his power. Not that he minded that side effect; his head was finally quiet after almost thirty years, no more pain and voices and other emotions slamming into him at all hours of the day. He began to blame Erik and Erik alone for the predicament he now found himself in.

But in the back of his mind, he knew he had let both of them down, well everyone down. He turned in on himself, tearing down all the good in his heart and mind that he had built. He wasn't being rational with his emotions, his resentment, self loathing, his pain and Charles knew it. But as long as he had the serum to take away most of the pain, he lied to himself and Hank, making it seem as if everything was ok.

Charles had just poured another drink when he heard someone yelling "Professor!" multiple times down the hallway near his room. He stayed still, not wanting to give himself away, unsure who would be calling him by that title. No one has called me that in years, he thought sadly as he took a sip.

He then heard a roar, which meant Hank was in his beast mode and wasn't a good sign. Charles sighed before picking himself out of the chair, walking down the hall. He heard the chandelier swing and Hank roar again as he started down the stairs.

"Hank, what's going on here?" He asked, trying not to trip down the stairs. Maybe I should slow down on the alcohol today.

"Professor?"

"Please don't call me that." He looked over at the table, seeing a man laying on his back, breathing heavily while Hank hung from the chandelier. What the bloody hell went on here?

"You know this guy?" Hank asked, glancing back at his friend and mentor. Hank knew he didn't recognize the stranger and was still tempted to throw the guy out, literally.

"Yeah he looks slightly familiar. Get off the bloody chandelier Hank." Hank obliged and jumped down, landing neatly next to the stranger.

"You can walk."

"You're a perceptive one." Geez, of course I can walk, I'm standing on two legs, Captain Obvious.

"I thought Erik..." Wait, what? How does he know Erik?

"Which makes it slightly perplexing that you missed our sign on the way in. This is private property my friend. I'm going to have to ask him to ask you to leave." Charles put his head into hands, feeling a headache coming on. Maybe one more drink won't be too bad.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Because I was sent here for you."

"Well, tell whoever it was that I'm busy." Seriously? Charles couldn't fathom who would send for him now a days. Unless it was Erik, and if it was him, he can go to hell.

"That's going to be a little tricky because, the person who sent me was you."

"What?" Definitely going to need another drink.

"About fifty years from now."

"Fifty years from now, like in the future fifty years from now." Oh my god, I should've just stayed upstairs.

"Yup."

"I sent you from the future." He looked over to Hank, his face clearly showing the preposterousness of what the stranger just said. Did Hank put something new in the serum that has me hearing things? Nope he obviously heard it too.

"Yup."

"Piss off." This was the only retort that came to the telepath's mind. Charles was trying to connect the dots but failing miserably.

"If you had your power you'd know I was telling the truth."

"How do you know I don't have my pow...who are you?" How this guy knew that personal bit of info was beyond Charles. But it startled him nonetheless.

"I told you."

"You CIA?" That train of thought scared him; it had been ten years since he'd even spoken to the government agency. He had hoped they had forgotten about him and the others and that day in Cuba.

"Nope."

"You've been watching me?" Okay that might have been worse, knowing someone may be watching him and his activities some how.

"I know you Charles. We've been friends for years. I know your powers came when you were nine. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started, all the voices in your head and it wasn't until you were twelve that you realized all the voices were in everyone else's head. You want me to go on?"

"I never told anyone that." Charles mind was blank, trying to wrap around how in the hell this guy knew so much about him, even a personal detail like that. Maybe he's telling the truth.

"Not now, but you will."

"Okay, you've piqued my interest, what do you want?" If he's not lying, then why would I send him back in time to this time in my life, probably the lowest point?

"We have to stop Raven. I need your help. We need your help."

Raven. He looked at the man standing in front of him, a mixture of curiosity and incredulousness flashing in his eye and across his face. This can't be happening. It just can't. "I think I'd like to wake up now," Charles said aloud, standing and heading into his study. I definitely need that drink now.