Author's Notes: So you may be asking "why so many updates so fast?" I keep having to watch movies in class. For four straight hours. I have two classes taught by the same teacher and half the time when we have a movie day in one of them we have a movie day in the other. Which means I get bored so I start writing. The result? Lots of fic updates!

Also, let me know if you guys would like a chapter purely from Erik's point of view.

It was all over the news. The murder of Brian Simons known country wide for running the government lab where research on mutants is done was big news. It was a strike directed at the government, a successful attack by The Brotherhood. If the media or government had tried to cover it up, they had failed absolutely miserably. Charles figured that it would have gotten out one way or another, someone in the police force probably wanted a few extra bucks for the exclusive on how the man was butchered. It had forced the government to close down the lab until further notice. No one was allowed inside unless they were in charge.

Despite the fact that Charles was wondering what would happen to the mutants, especially Hank, who were locked up in there, and at the same time he couldn't be happier. The last meeting he had with Magneto, and the murder of his boss, had shaken him to his core. Magneto was a murderer, a highly dangerous and volatile man. But that wasn't what had him so happy. There was a bright side to the lab currently being closed, he could return to the university. After all, he was a professor first, and a scientist second. He missed working with the students, missed teaching them.

So it was with a small smile on his face, bag slung over his shoulder that he unlocked the door to his office. It was just the way he had left it. The wooden desk was messy, student papers half graded lying about the top of it. There were various books on the shelves that lined the walls, including a copy of his doctoral research that had earned him the title of 'professor.' The only real piece of personalization was a photograph on his desk of his family. It was the only piece of true personalization that they were allowed by the university. Something about the university was a place of learning and not a place for teachers to socialize with their students, but keeping family in mind was okay. It made no sense to Charles, as, in his opinion, the best way to teach them was if he got to know each of his students.

As he placed his bag down and pulled off his jacket, a shiver went down his spine, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. "Can I help you?" he asked well aware of the man standing in the doorway.

"Depends on whether or not the great Professor Charles Xavier can spare a moment of his time for a tired military man." Magneto, he could have, should have guessed.

"I suppose I can," Charles replied turning to face the other man who, much to his surprise, was wearing the uniform he knew to be associated with the military. It baffled his mind that Magneto, leader of The Brotherhood, would be caught alive wearing the clothes of his enemies. He must have been staring because Magneto smirked as he took a step forward, enough so that he could close the door.

"I wanted to see you Charles." His voice, his eyes were soft, hell at the moment Charles couldn't even think of him as a murderer that he knew he was. Magneto looked normal, human he looked kind. –Surprised?-

-You're wearing a military uniform.- Charles turned his back to him attempting to straighten up his desk.

-Know thy enemy. I tolerate them only to gain access.- Charles was well aware that Magneto had taken a step closer to him. –And call me Erik when we are in a situation such as this.- "Please Charles…I just want to talk…" -And do play along professor, makes these meet ups easier for the both of us.-

"What do you want Erik?" he asked trying to busy himself with sorting the papers. –Did you kill that man?-

His body tensed as he felt Erik's hand touch his shoulder. "To apologize for what happened. I did not mean to hurt you so…" -Yes.- Erik was so close that Charles could feel the warmth of his body, smell the spice of cologne. "That was never my intention, surely you must believe that."

-Then why do you need me?- He turned to face him, pulling away from his hand. "Why should I believe you?" Charles leaned against the desk, fingers gripping the smooth wood. "Why should I trust you? Why should I trust a thing you say?" The question hung heavy in the air as the two of them stared at each other, silence taking over the room for a brief moment.

"Because if you trust me, I swear nothing will happen to you, you will never be hurt by me or anyone else again." Their eyes met, and Charles saw the small flicker of hope, hope that Charles would trust him there in his gaze, and, probably against his better judgement, Charles thought he could believe him. –To help get me inside. If they believe me to be romantically involved with you.-

-They'd be more likely to let you in…- He wanted to think that there was another way to get Erik into the lab, but at that moment he could not think of anything else. But it was the ruse that was unsettling him. He wasn't sure he would be able to keep it up. "I don't know if I can do this…" He dropped his gaze to the ground, doing his very best to try and appear upset and worried.

And then Erik was there, in front of him, hands on his hips. Charles felt his lips brush against his forehead, and had to fight the urge to lean against him. "You can do this Charles." Erik lifted Charles' chin, looking into his eyes. "You're strong, you're intelligent. You can do this."

His words comforted him slightly, eased his nerves at playing the part of the Erik's lover when he felt nothing for him. "You left me. I thought you were dead."

"If it had been my choice I would have told you, but I couldn't Charles. The government wouldn't let me." Erik pressed their foreheads together, holding Charles' face in his hands. "Please Charles…" -You can do this.-

He closed his eyes, trying his very best to completely convince himself that he could keep up the act and make it believable. It was much harder than he expected, though his lack of any emotional connection to the man standing in front of him probably did not help. "Alright Erik…" -What makes you so sure?-

Erik wrapped his arms around him, and held Charles tight to his chest. It took a moment's hesitation before Charles put his arms around him as well. –I have faith in you.-

Charles was almost relaxed, almost completely relaxed when the door opened. "Oh professor I'm sorry I didn't I-" It closed again with a click.

"I should go…" Erik said softly talking a step back. "I'll see you later Charles." Erik lifted his hand to his lips and brushed them against the back of his palm. With that Erik left.

A sigh passed over his lips. "Come on in," he called to the student in the hallway.

A blonde student shuffled into the room looking nervous, panicked like a frightened bird. His hair was messed up, clothes disheveled and not the way he was used to seeing him. "Is this a bad time? Should I come back later?"

"Nonsense Warren, take a seat please." Charles moved to sit behind his desk, looking at one of his brightest students sitting across from him. "Now what is it you wanted to see me about?"

"My father, you know my father, of course you do how could you not? He works for the government and you're a professor, so of course you know who I mean."

"Warren. Take a breath and calm down." Warren took a breath and seemed to relax. "What about your father?"

Warren almost immediately tensed up again, so much for calming him down. "He knows. He wants to make an example of me. I'm scared professor."

"What are you talking about?" A frown formed on his lips, his heart pounding. Warren was his advisee, a student he had personally taken under his wing to help him through university, and he knew all too well about the trouble Warren had with his father. The man was in charge of the Scanners, and Charles had more than once saw Warren with bruises he tried to hide. "Is he hitting you again?"

The frightened student shook his head and stood up, moving to close the blinds, blocking out the world that lay beyond the window, hiding them from sight. "No, but he knows my secret professor. And I…I thought you' be the only one who would understand…" As he spoke, Warren had shrugged off his jacket and was undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"What are you—" He started but stopped at the sight of the leather harness around Warren's Torso.

"My secret…" The harness fell away and Charles' eyes went wide.

A pair of snow-white wings stretched out from behind Warren, the tip of each wing easily touching the opposite wall. They were absolutely gorgeous, and never in all his years would Charles have thought he would see a mutation such as this. Wings, wings like a bird's. The gift of flight. Dear god it was an amazing sight. "You're a mutant…" And of all the things he could have said, that was probably the worst.

The fear was back in Warren's eyes, his wings folded, pressed against his back. "I thought that maybe, but I was wrong. I shouldn't have put you in this-"

-Calm yourself my friend.- Warren stared, eyes wide as saucers. –Put that harness back on, get dressed, time is of the essence and we need to get you somewhere safe.- Warren got dressed while Charles went and locked the door to his office.

"Professor, what am I going to do? He plans to rip them off in front of everyone…" Charles could hear the fear in his voice, the pure terror at the thought of what might happen to him. "I don't know what to do."

Had Charles hoped for an uneventful day, he had been wrong. Had he hoped to stay out of the conflict, he now understood that he could not just sit by while his students were in danger. –I'll help you.- Charles pulled a few books off the shelf and gave them to Warren. "Can you carry these for me?" He needed a cover to get warren away, back to his apartment, so he could go contact Erik.

"Of course professor."

It was only because Charles knew Warren from their time as adviser and advisee that made Charles comfortable taking him back to his apartment. He needed a cover in case anyone asked what they were doing. So what professor wouldn't use his advisee for a research assistant to help carry books from point A to point B? It didn't take very long for them to arrive at Charles' apartment.

Charles started to make his way back towards his bedroom. "Go wait for me in the living room," he instructed and of course Warren listened to him. He always had been the best-behaved student in his class.

When he was certain Warren was no longer in earshot, he closed his eyes, and brought his fingers up to his temple. –Ms Frost. If you're out there, and can hear me please respond.-

-I can hear you loud and clear.- A pause. –What is wrong?-

-One of my students is in grave danger. His wants to make an example of him. A public and bloody example of what happens to mutants. I have to get him out of here.-

-Where are you both?-

-My apartment.-

-We'll be there. Don't move.-

Don't worry my readers. More to come soon.

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