round 3 overflow post

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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

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--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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Heat - Part 25c

[(Anonymous)]

A moment later he was back in Erik’s head.

Done so soon? Erik murmured.

The brain works unbelievably fast, Charles explained coolly. And I am more skilled than most when it comes to navigating it.

Well? Erik asked, unable to conceal the thread of impatience in his mental voice. What did you find out?

His name is Janos, Charles said immediately. And his power is truly remarkable, Erik, but I won’t bore you about that now. He does have some idea of where your Mr. Shaw will be – and here Charles fed Erik the address that had been printed in Janos’s mind – but he can’t guarantee that Shaw will be there now. Apparently he’s a very busy man.

So I gather, Erik said darkly. Well, Charles-

Wait, Erik, there’s more, Charles seemed to hesitate. At Erik’s pause, however, he continued. This man – this mutant – Janos; he’s like you. Erik stiffened at that but Charles went on. He was just a boy, Erik – so young when Shaw first found him. He didn’t have anyone in the world and then Shaw suddenly came for him out of the blue. It’s the same for Azazel too – the other mutant – only worse. You won’t believe what he had to deal with as a child.

Oh, I can believe it, Erik said grimly. What’s your point?

My point, Erik, Charles said gently. Is that these men are in need of mercy. It’s not their fault that they are the way they are. I can even see evidence of another telepath’s handiwork on them – a Miss Frost, I believe. They are as much victims of circumstance as you are, Erik. Don’t punish them for that.

Erik let out a noise of deepest irritation.

Then what do you suggest we do with them? he snapped, feeling distinctly off-kilter. Two days ago these men would have already been dead by now. Instead, here he was, feeling the dark burn of sympathy and – dare he say it – kinship for these men. Even without his telepathy Charles had a way of rewriting almost everything that Erik knew and was sure of, taking it all and tearing it into a thousand tiny little confusing pieces and then rearranging it in a way that Erik had never so much as contemplated before. It was breathtaking – and a little frightening.

Let me deal with them, Charles said, his voice calm. I can – I can alter their memories. Make it so that they think they never met Shaw. Make them want to have different lives. Better lives.

You can do that? Erik asked incredulously, feeling slightly awed.

He felt the twist of unease in Charles’s mind.

Yes, came the short reply. But I very much prefer not to.

Erik decided not to press any further on that topic. Not then, at any rate. It was hardly the time or the place, after all.

Do it, he said decisively. Give them a chance to do better for themselves.

This time he shut his eyes as Charles left him, and lowered his head, an odd pang crossing through his heart. Would it ever be so easy for him to change his life around, he wondered almost regretfully.

Then Charles appeared back in his mind, pushing all other melancholy thoughts away.

Done, Charles said, sounding relieved. They’ll stay frozen for another minute and then, when we’ve gone, Azazel will take Janos and teleport out of here. They’ll wake up on some pretty, idyllic beach somewhere and none of this will have happened. They will start afresh, somewhere new.

Erik let out a sigh and nodded.

Good, he said. Now let’s get going.

And with a turn of his heel, he started to walk away from the hotel room, leaving the dust and destruction behind him.




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TRANSLATIONS:

Bésame el culo - kiss my ass

Tu madre es un puta - your mother is a whore


(I don't actually know Spanish, so I'm sorry if either of these are incorrent in any way)

Re: Heat - Part 25c

[renuki.livejournal.com]

Oooh, that wasn't very nice thing to say to Erik, Janos.

But yay for them having a chance for a new life for those too guys.

Re: Heat - Part 25c

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, Janos was really quite rude there. Luckily for him and Azazel, Charles was around, otherwise I don't think that they would have found themselves on a beach ...

:)