Rest and relaxation

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Charles had kept Erik to his word, when he had promised a trip away once Alex had left them for his life as a soldier. It's what they both needed, to have some time away from the house and the responsibilities of running a school. It had been difficult, the morning they set off, leaving Scott behind, but they were not going to be gone long. Their little boy (though, really, not that little any more) had been acting out a lot recently, having lost his brother and started school, and maybe a bit of distance would be good for him as well.

Oxford was just as Charles remembered, though he had never appreciated in his past life just how frustrating the narrow, cobbled streets could be for a man bound to a wheelchair. After a frustrating morning trying to show Erik the sights of his adolescence in the cold and the drizzle, he finds himself wanting nothing more than an afternoon somewhere warm, dry and easily accessible.

"Tea at the hotel?" he suggests, trying not to be too grumpy in front of his lover. They are, after all, meant to be having fun.

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There are parts of his old life that Charles truly misses; the intellectual stimulation of academia, morning jogs along the river, the simplicity of work and the pub and Raven and little else. But he also knows that he would give all those things up, and more, for Erik's love, for Scott, and the school they have together.

"For the better," he agrees.

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Secure in Charles' answer, feeling the truth of it through their shared connection, Erik can also acknowledge that it's a bittersweet truth.

"You had everything here," he says softly.

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"No," Charles reaches for Erik's hands.

"I didn't have you."

[diecastking]

Erik looks around them for strangers, before squeezing Charles' fingers briefly.

//You were happy here//

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//They cannot see us// Charles reassures his lover.

//Yes. I was. But I am also happy in our home, now.//

[diecastking]

Erik bends down to kiss Charles on the lips.

//I am sorry, for what it has cost you, to love me//

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//Less of that// Charles brushes his fingers against Erik's cheek. //I would not change our life together for anything.//

Anything further he might have said or thought is cut off as an extreme spike of fear and panic hits his mind. He cannot read its origin, but he can tell that somebody is in serious trouble - somebody he cares about. The force of it leaves him gasping.

[diecastking]

Erik feels it too - the familiarity and the terror.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

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"I... I don't know..." The feeling is gone as quickly as it came, and Charles curses the distance that they are from Cerebro, and home.

"But something terrible has just happened."

[diecastking]

"I will telephone Hank," Erik says, propelling them both towards the house. "We will take the jet."

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"He will come for us," Charles hopes, voicing his thoughts. "If we're needed. It'll be the fastest way."

[diecastking]

"He will come," Erik says, determined that it will be the truth. "One of them will come for us. I will make sure of it."

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Charles is pale with anxiety as they make their quick way back to their hotel, and the telephone there. To feel such fear, over such a distance... something catastophic has had to have happened. He strains to try and get a sense of what that might be, but his mind is silence once again.

[diecastking]

Erik connects the call to Westchester, impatiently waiting as the phone rings endlessly without being answered.

Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong.

"I will book us on the next flight to New York," he says and bashes the receiver down in its cradle.

[guideshapelead]

"Hank may already be on his way," Charles says, wishful thinking on his part.

"If he can be..."

[diecastking]

"We will not take that chance. We will leave now."

Erik is military efficiency, already considering the practicalities of stealing a plane.

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Charles nods, silent in his fear. Erik is better in these sorts of situations, he always has been, and Charles lets his lover take control of the situation.

Anything to get home as quickly as possible.

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Erik does not waste any time, packing their suitcase and settling the bill in a matter of minutes. He enquires of their driver where the nearest airfield is, curtly expressing an interest in British planes, before asking to be dropped off just outside the perimeter.

"Cover me," he tells Charles, and parts the fence.

There is a private plane that seems equipped to cross the Atlantic, and Erik mentally summons Charles to join him as he keeps a watchful eye on the distracted guards.

[guideshapelead]

Charles focuses on the various people swanning about the airfield, keeping them from noticing Erik as he approaches and examines the plane. When summoned, he makes his way as quickly as he can across the field to join his lover.

//Will this do?// he asks, keeping a wary eye on the guards as he scans for anybody inside the plane - all clear.

[diecastking]

//Can you shield the plane for take-off?//

Erik knows he is asking much of Charles, especially in his present state, but he would rather not engage in a fight while trying to fly a plane.

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//I'll do my best//

It is all Charles can offer, but he means it in the most sincere sense.

[diecastking]

Erik nods once, and then heads for the plane.

He lifts Charles' chair behind him, opening the hatch and moving them both inside. Setting Charles down in the doorway, so he has a clear eye on their targets, he makes his way to the cockpit and familiarises himself with the controls.

//We have enough fuel to head north.//

[guideshapelead]

Charles has not relied on his fingers at his temple for a long time, but he uses the token move now, taking the extra strength from the physical reminder of his powers. He makes himself forgetting everything beyond the airport staff, forcing them all to ignore the theft of a plane from right in front of their noses.

[diecastking]

Erik does not communicate with Charles further, performing the pre-flight checks and readying the plane for take-off.

As soon as he's sure they're ready, he starts the engine.

//I need to close the door, Charles.//

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Charles does not know if he can keep up the illusion when he cannot see his target, and he is already feeling tired, but he nods anyway.

//Go ahead//

There is no choice, he will find a way to do this.