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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SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
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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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Fill: Into His Arms pt. 18 [mentions of violence/past abuse]

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"Aren't you jealous? I don't know if I could be so calm if you found someone else like this."

"Jealous? Maybe. I don't know," Moira said, thinking. "It's more sadness than jealousy. Watching you two together makes me think what I lost and that hurts. But it also makes me remember the good things, and I want you to have that too, feel that connection. It's not same what we have, and it won't threaten us either. You'll have more, not less. I'll have more too.”

“You truly believe that?”

“Yes,” Moira said. “Absolutely.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment. Moira stroked his hand, the heart monitor showing steady, even curves. Then Moira realized something.

“Do you know that Charles blames himself for all of this?”

“What?”

“He told you a thing about his past, you end up in the hospital, then kick him out of the room,” Moira said. “He thinks you hate him now.”

“I didn't kick him out, I just didn't let him in. I don't want him to see me like this, wearing one these, and this,” he said, tugging the hospital gown and raising his arm with the needle. “I would rather have him to skip this part. Who stays in a hospital if they don't have to?”

“There's no skipping parts. It felt like a rejection to him, can't you see why? He told you something about himself and you keep him in arms distance after that? If I did that to you, how would you feel?”

“I know,” Erik said. “ I can't face him yet. When he told me about the poison, I didn't react well. I wanted to kill that man who hurt him like that. Kill him. Do you understand? Take a screwdriver, stick it in his eye and turn it around for a while. Then I crashed and, you know. It's not pretty. It scared him.”

“Sure.”

“I'm not proud about the things that crossed my mind, Moira.”

“A few things came to my mind too when Raven told me,” Moira said. “But now you punish Charles, not that man. Is that what you meant to do?”

“No,” he said, staring at the bedspread. “That's the last thing I wanted.”

“What's the first?”

He thought about that for a moment and shook his head. Moira stroked his hand again.

“You can tell me,” she said. “Do you want him here with you?”

“It didn't hurt.”

“What didn't?”

“The episode. I felt it coming and I couldn't stop it, but it didn't hurt the same way. It wasn't good, but it was like I could take it better, let it pass? I don't know how to explain it.”

“Sounds to me that you could use that nap,” Moira said. “And I say this as your sponsor. You should try it.”

"You'll be with me?" he asked, squeezing her hand. Moira smiled.

"Leave you at the moment like this? Never. Shall I get him?"

Erik nodded and Moira got up, walking to the door.

"Charles, would you come in please?" Moira asked. She held the door open and Charles walked past her, a bit hesitant. "You too Raven, if you don't mind."

She looked surprised but she didn't object. She followed after Charles and together they stopped side by side near the hospital bed. Moira walked past them and sat back down. Raven held Charles' hand in hers. He looked shaken, staring at the machinery and then Erik, before turning to stare the floor.

“I know Doctor Grayson already told you, but I'm fine. Charles? Look at me,” Erik said and waited until he did what he asked. Moira saw how hard it was for him, and how Raven squeezed his hand.

“I'm sorry if I scared you. Moira says you think it was your fault, but it wasn't. I'm in charge of my health, about the medication, all of it. I forgot the emergency kit, my mistake and that's it. The permission to speak at any time about anything still stands. And I would like to sleep with you," Erik said. “Doctor said it would be good for me.”

Charles happiness lit up his whole body, the change from one emotion to another so swift that it was comical. Raven covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing and Moira smiled at them both.

"Yes!" Charles said. "I mean, thank you, I would like that."

“Moira, take these off first,” Erik said and flicked the cords. “I can't sleep with them on.”

“I think we need doctor's permission for that,” Moira said and reached for the call button. It didn't take long before the nurse opened the door. She looked surprised to find so many people in the room.

“Everything alright here?”