Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: AU between "First Class" and "Days of a future past", Charles Xavier continues to suffer with the departure of sister and best friend as well as with some decisions taken after the battle in Cuba, unaware that someone else also is suffering but because of his decisions.

Guys, I wish so bad people start writing more Moira&Charles fanfics, I love them together. If you're not a fan of this couple, I ask you to leave, because I won't tolerate fans of other couples criticizing this shipper. Have a good read and reviews please. And guys, this story also contain a small mention of violence that I decided to write, after what happened to a Brazilian girl in my country, abuse is something serious and nobody should have to suffer this.

You found me

Chapter 1

Oh I can feel it

Don't wanna believe it

So I just look the other way

Coz if there's a reason

I don't wanna hear it

I don't wanna throw this away

Sweetbox-You're not alone

Even knowing that his sister Raven and his best friend Erik were fine, although following a different path from his, Charles was alone in the mansion. While Hank was still with him, taking care of the place, the void that Charles had been feeling inside of him was huge, giving him headaches and making him stressed.

And Charles Xavier was well aware that although half of that emptiness, was caused by the departure of these two special people, the other half, Moira MacTaggert was responsible. Kissing her five years ago had been extraordinary and erasing her memories, had been devastating. He had done that both to protect the mutants from the CIA, and protect her, but now he wondered if he had done the right thing, to keep her in the dark, not only because he had taken something from her, but because Moira was the first woman he had fallen in love for real, not only for her beauty but also for her determination, effort and big heart.

When they had kissed, he had felt that she hadn't care about his current condition and erasing her memory had been one of the hardest things he had done.

In the past, women had been always ready to throw themselves at him, attracted to his handsome face and personality, but now, being in a wheelchair, things were no longer like that, even though the only woman he wanted in his life was Moira. But he couldn't contact her, not only because she wouldn't remember of him, but because he felt ashamed of what he had done to her and because of all these things, now he was in a bar outside the city where Hank had left him, for the second time that month.

The Beast looked insecure about leaving the professor alone at the bar, not because he was in a wheelchair, after all he was still a powerful mutant, but because he knew Charles hadn't been himself in the past years, drinking daily, after the school had closed the doors, and locking himself in his bedroom in the dark, when he wasn't at the bar looking for company.

This was the second time he had brought the professor there. The first time, Hank had woken up early, catching a woman with auburn hair and half dressed, getting into a car and leaving the mansion at sunrise and he hadn't stopped thinking how similar to agent MacTaggert she looked, wondering if the sadness Charles had been feeling had something to do with the agent.

There were few people at the bar, the place wasn't very popular and some trucker drivers were playing pool in a corner. Charles was in his chair in a corner of the bar, sipping his whiskey, thinking about what he had been becoming, when a beautiful woman with auburn hair approached him, smiling seductively and for a moment, seeing her hair, Charles thought she was Moira.

She put a hand on his shoulder with the intention to say something in his ear when she noticed that he was in a wheelchair. Feeling the woman thoughts, who intended to leave him, Charles quickly said:

"If you're interested, I live in the Westchester mansion." Reading the woman's thoughts and seeing that she wondered if he was rich, Charles couldn't help but compare her to Moira, who had never been interested in his status and beauty.

But his longing for that woman and the need to have someone with him that night had won and after Charles kissed the woman hard, she let her long fingernails slip over his chest, teasing him and the two left the bar, toward her car.

I'm sorry, Moira.

Moira MacTaggert was very tired, but she had finally reached her destination. The first sun rays began to appear and she couldn't help admiring the beauty of the trees of that field that surrounded the Xavier mansion. But the woman felt a twinge of pain in her heart to think of the place's owner. Charles Xavier. The most amazing, sweet and correct man she had ever met, but who had also broken her heart. Memories of five years ago invaded her mind as well as the events of the last two months and for a moment, she held tight on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath before getting off the car.

When she walked towards the huge gates, her chocolate eyes met the green eyes of another woman who was leaving the mansion, dressed only in her jeans and a bra, a shirt in hands, looking pleased at her and her red lips broke into a mocking smile while passing by Moira, who looked shocked and hurt.