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Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
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Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
Heat - Part 22a
(Anonymous) 2012-05-28 12:04 am (UTC)(link)They had been on the road for almost half an hour before Erik decided to break the stilted silence that had pervaded the car for the entire journey.
‘Charles,’ he said, turning his head and risking a look across the steering wheel. When Charles looked up he continued. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked hesitantly. When Charles didn’t answer he felt a small flicker of fear in the pit of his stomach. His heart slowly rising in his throat, he asked, ‘You’re not having second thoughts are you?’
Charles blinked at that and looked up.
‘What? Oh no!’ he shook his head. ‘Don’t worry, my friend – I assure you than I am not.’
Erik relaxed at that, but only minutely.
‘Oh,’ he said, before hesitating. ‘Because it would be all right if you were. I mean – if you don’t actually want to come with me, then-’
Charles placed his hand over Erik’s, halting his words.
‘Erik,’ he said, a small smile playing on his lips. ‘Stop worrying, love. If I didn’t want to be here, then I wouldn’t be here.’
Erik sighed and a tiny smile of relief made its way onto his face. Charles squeezed his hand when he saw it and Erik squeezed back.
And that was when the phone rang.
Both men jumped and simply stared for a moment. Then Erik pulled his hand away and began to clutch around inside his jacket pocket urgently. He didn’t even pretend to pay any attention to the road or the cars in front of him; not for the first time, Erik had cause to be grateful for his control over metal. When his fingers finally grasped hold of the phone he pulled it out and then just sat there, staring at it.
‘Erik?’ Charles whispered. ‘Who is that?’
Erik’s eyes fell on the flashing screen. There was one name on there, a code name; the name of the only person who had the number:
Gambit.
Erik felt his heart rate pick up.
It was probably nothing, he reasoned. He was probably just calling to make sure that they were on their way, so that he could say goodbye.
But if it wasn’t …
His gaze flicked over to Charles, who was watching him with a curious yet trusting expression.
‘It’s my contact,’ he said, his eyes sliding back to the phone. He waited a beat. ‘He’s probably checking to see if everything’s on schedule.’
Charles gave him a tentative smile.
‘You had better get that, then,’ he said softly.
Erik held his eyes for a moment before bringing the phone up to his ear and pressing a button.
‘Remy?’
‘You really need to start paying more attention to your phone, mon ami,’ Remy’s voice sighed through the reciever. ‘You had me worried there. Again.’
‘Sorry Remy,’ Erik said grimly, using one hand to gently steer the car into the slow lane. ‘But there’s no need to worry. We’re on our way to the airfield now.’
There was a pause.
‘Ah,’ Remy said in a strange tone. ‘Then your petit ami is there with you as well?’
‘Yes,’ Erik answered shortly.
Remy didn’t speak for a moment. When he did, he sounded strangely hesitant.
‘Maybe Remy shouldn’t tell you this then …’
Erik frowned.
‘Tell me what?’ he asked lightly.
Remy hesitated.
‘Start talking Remy,’ Erik said, keeping his tone even so as to not alert Charles to the fact that he was suddenly feeling tense again.
‘Well,’ Remy said slowly. ‘Remy heard a rumour …’
‘Yes?’
‘And it appears-’ Remy paused before letting out a sigh of resignation. ‘It seems there is a possibility that we have a fix on the location of one Sebastian Shaw.’
Erik stilled.
Then, after a moment:
‘Say that again.’
A pause.
‘We have an address and positive I.D. on Shaw,’ Remy said and Erik had to close his eyes against the violent surge of emotion that the statement pulled up from his chest.
‘Erik?’ Remy said in a small voice.
Erik gritted his teeth, his eyes still shut. He did not turn to look at Charles – Charles and his wide trusting eyes. He couldn’t.
His mouth dry, he licked his lips.
‘Tell me,’ he whispered.
‘Erik-’
‘Tell me, Remy.’
There was a pause. Then:
‘Green Point Hotel, two miles from the airfield,’ was the short reply.
Erik took a shuddering breath.
‘Thank you.’
‘Erik, mon cher, are you sure-’
‘Goodbye, Remy.’
‘Erik, why don’t we talk-’
Click.
Erik hung up.
Heat - Part 22b
(Anonymous) 2012-05-28 12:12 am (UTC)(link)Slowly, he lowered the phone with a trembling hand.
‘Erik?’
He didn’t turn around.
‘Erik – is everything quite all right?’
Erik let out a breath.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Everything is fine.’ Then: ‘Forgive me.’
And before Charles could open his mouth, Erik had gripped the car’s steering wheel tightly between his hands and yanked it to the left, spinning the car around in an almost impossible curve, accompanied by the sounds of squealing tyres, creaking metal and shrieks and screams and car horns from the vehicles around them. The smell of burning rubber filled the air but strangely, not a single car was damaged; they were, after all, made almost entirely out of metal.
Erik took a moment to ensure that no one had been hurt and that Charles, who was jammed up against the side of the car with a dazed look on his face, was all right. Then, with a fierce jab of his foot down on the accelerator, he sped off, weaving in between the traffic heading in the opposite direction, seamlessly darting in between cars with next to no effort.
‘Erik!’ Charles shouted, his eyes wide, scrambling away from the car’s side. ‘Erik, what the bloody hell are you doing?’
‘Sorry Charles,’ Erik gritted out, wrenching the steering wheel one way and then another. ‘I really am sorry. But I have to do this. Just this one last thing and then it’s over.’
Charles stared at him, his eyes widening as realisation set in.
‘You’re going after him,’ he whispered. ‘You’re going after Shaw. Erik – you can’t! You promised.’
Erik grimaced.
‘I know,’ he said grimly. ‘And I only hope that you can forgive me. But I just – I need to do this, Charles. Just this one thing and then we’ll leave, okay? We still have hours before the plane leaves – this won’t take long, I promise you.’
But Charles wasn’t at all reassured by this explanation.
‘That’s not the point, Erik!’ he said vehemently. ‘The point is that you said that you would stop. That you had put an end to this – this – this life of murder and vengeance. You can’t possibly think that I would accept this!’
‘It’s Shaw, Charles,’ Erik bit out. ‘It’s him. You know what this means to me!’
Charles couldn’t speak for a moment. He clenched his fists and turned away, unable to look at Erik.
‘All I know is that you made me a promise to leave this life behind you not even two hours ago,’ he said bitterly. ‘And it appears that you could not even be bothered to wait till we had left the country in order to break that promise.’
‘Charles …’ Erik trailed off, pained.
He couldn’t think of what to say. He knew what he was doing was inexcusable in Charles’s eyes and that it might cause everything to come crashing down on him – but still …
‘We’ll talk about this later,’ he said determinedly, setting his jaw and focusing on the road. ‘I’ll deal with this matter and then we will sit down and talk and I will promise you – this time for certain – that I will not fall back on this path again. And then we can catch our plane and leave here – leave this behind us forever.
Charles set his lips together but he didn’t say anything. He merely turned away and looked out of the window.
Erik determinedly pushed any and all feelings of fear and despair back down into his chest. There would be time enough and more to deal with the matter later.
Now, though, he had Shaw to deal with and the Green Point Hotel was looming up right in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, Erik tilted the steering wheel and turned in to the driveway.
…
Re: Heat - Part 22b
(Anonymous) 2012-05-28 04:36 am (UTC)(link)These two are causing me so much pain, but I love it. Thank you so much for such speedy updates lately! :D
Re: Heat - Part 22b
(Anonymous) 2012-06-09 02:43 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for reading and commenting!! x
Re: Heat - Part 22b
(and pffft how did I manage to take it from the last part that they were going after Shaw first? *headdesk at self*)
Re: Heat - Part 22b
(Anonymous) 2012-06-09 02:45 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for still reading and commenting!! xx
Re: Heat - Part 22b
You are welcome!