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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.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
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--- Entire text of the fill

EXAMPLE:
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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“...but so far we haven't been able to confirm these claims, or the identity of the dominant. Mr. Xavier is unavailable for a comment at this time. More on this after these messages.”

The news station logo filled the screen, then the commercials started to roll and Moira stared at the tv, too shocked to say anything.

“That's good, we can still stop this from getting out of hand,” Raven said. “Nurse, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"I'm Anna."

"Anna, I want you to find the head of the hospital security and get them here, as quick as you can but don't mention any of this to anyone, alright? And I'm going to need a phone I can use.”

In the television the anchor returned, repeating the news as they a showed clips of Charles speaking in different functions, then back to the studio where some expert gave his opinion about the improbability of mutant-human matches. Raven clicked the television on mute.

"This is bad, isn't it?" Moira said. “This is what you were afraid would happen?”

“This is the lite version, Emma must be loosing her edge,” Raven said and turned back to Anna. "Miss? Could you hurry? Phone for me, the security?"

"There's one phone for the patients and family members, you are free to use that," Anna said and pointed at the corner of the room. “I'll go call from the desk.”

Moira waited her to leave before turning back to Raven.

“Who is Emma? And why would she do this?”

“You met her the other night, the tall blonde? That's Emma, and she does what she does. Don't waste your time thinking about it.”

“It's because we are humans, isn't it?” Moira asked. Raven didn't answer, but she wouldn't look her in the eyes either. She went to the phone and start dialing.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You should go back to the room. You know what to do in there, I don't. Let me take care of this."

"Can you? Take care of this?" Moira looked at the television, where they showed a clip of Charles, speaking in front of a massive crowd. Moira remembered that day. The Peace Conference two years ago, and their first day working on their own house. They had stopped stripping the living room walls to listen the speech from the radio. No furniture, so they sat on upturned buckets as they ate sandwiches and drank bad coffee, while Charles spoke about peace and future to the whole nation.
Moira felt like crying.

“Moira, don't worry,” Raven said, reaching to touch her arm. “We've dealt with media all our lives, I know how to handle this. It will blow over, I promise. Go sit with them, I'll be right there. And eat that banana, you look pale as a sheet.”

"Promise you'll come tell me the moment you know something?"

“I promise.”

Moira walked back to Erik's room. What else could she do? She had to trust Raven, she knew more about this than she did. The nurse told her that everyone was fine and left the room, the door closing with a quiet snap behind him.

Moira took her folder from the chair and sat down. She couldn't read, so she put it back to her bag. She glanced at her clock. Two in the afternoon. She settled down and watched Erik sleep. He looked peaceful and she stared at him so intently that at first she didn't notice that Charles was awake. Moira tried to smile. He frowned.

"You are worried."

Moira didn't want to lie, so she said nothing. Charles shifted, like he was about to get up and Moira waved him back down.

"Stay, please? You are more help here."

He nodded and settled back, close enough to touch Erik's shoulder. Moira glanced at her clock again. She would have to wake him up soon, it was past the half an hour.

"What happened?" Charles asked so quietly that his lips barely moved.

"You are in the news," Moira said. "About this. But they don't have Erik's name yet. Raven thinks that's good sign. She's working on it."

"I'm sorry," Charles said. "I brought this on you. You would be better without me.”

“No, I don't think so,” Moira said and reached to touch Erik's arm. His skin was warm, the color improved. He looked much healthier now. Moira brushed his cheek with the back of her hand. He made grumpy sound and Moira smiled, brushing his cheek again. “Care to wake up?”

From:

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(It's another day where I spam you as you write, so sorry now!)

I just want to shake Charles a bit to tell him that he isn't the problem in all of this. But I know he sees so much of what he's interrupting and not thinking of what he could gain by being around both Erik and Moira.