XMFC/Where's Scott?

[diecastking]

The fire is roaring in the grate, the drawing room an insulated haven from the chilly expanse of the mansion. Despite Hank and Alex's experiments with capturing Havok power, the old building remains draughty and difficult to warm.

However, Erik is perfectly content. He is sitting on the sofa, Charles sprawled across his lap in a position that would've been completely impossible only a few months ago. He rests his elbow on the arm of the sofa, a book of philosophy open but it's his lover who holds his attention, his hand softly caressing his hair.

Charles has never looked more content, more relaxed. The only sting in the tail is that Erik cannot feel his happiness, one step removed from the intimacy they once shared.

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[diecastking]

"I want your seizures to stop. And I don't want you to be an addict, Charles."

The word cuts through the air as he says it, heavy between them, but Erik does not regret it.

[guideshapelead]

Charles doesn't answer, biting his lip as he waits for whatever Erik might say or do next. He is helpless to resist him, unable to get away, too out of practice to use his telepathy to protect himself.

[diecastking]

"I will fetch your chair," Erik says steadily. "And we will go to our bedroom."

[guideshapelead]

Charles keeps up his silence. If Erik wants him as his puppet, so be it. He hasn't the strength to resist.

[diecastking]

Erik fetches the chair in silence and places it beside the sofa, waiting. He will not help Charles unless he asks - despite what his lover thinks, he hates to see him so helpless.

[guideshapelead]

"Don't just stand there and stare at me," Charles finally snaps.

"You know I can't move myself."

[diecastking]

"You are as strong as you ever were," Erik says quietly. "Merely...out of practice."

But he comes to Charles' side all the same, supporting him to sit up and transfer to the chair.

[guideshapelead]

Even if he had all his old upper body strength, Charles is too distracted by the violent return of his power to give it his full concentration. Not to mention that he feels as though he's caught in the midst of a particularly violent bout of flu.

He lets Erik lift him into his chair, compliant as a ragdoll.

[diecastking]

Erik moves Charles' chair with his power, unobtrusive in case they are observed by the students. But no one sees them, as they make slow progress towards their bedroom.

[guideshapelead]

"I'm cold," Charles finally speaks up as they approach their bedroom, pulling his cardigan tighter around him.

"I don't feel well at all, Erik."

[diecastking]

"You're withdrawing from the drug," Erik says, trying not to panic. "I'll take care of you."

[guideshapelead]

Charles thinks that another dose of the first drug would be the simplest solution to all of his problems, but he bites his tongue, not wanting another argument. Instead he closes his eyes and lets Erik take over complete control.

[diecastking]

Erik rearranges their bedclothes and brings the wheelchair close to the edge of the bed.

"Would you like anything to eat?" he asks.

[guideshapelead]

Charles shakes his head. He feels hot and cold and more than a little sick. Food is the last thing on his mind.

"Water, maybe."

[diecastking]

Erik fetches a glass of water and hands it to Charles, letting him drink before he considers moving him onto the bed.

"Hank will need to keep an eye on you."

[guideshapelead]

"He knows where to find me," Charles doesn't argue. If he is to be made helpless again, then there is no point in fighting the inevitable.

[diecastking]

"You need to rest until the drug is out of your system," Erik insists. "After that, you are your own man, Charles."

He carefully eases away the arm of the chair and waits again for Charles to invite his help, never presuming.

[guideshapelead]

Charles does not ask for help, nor does he move, eyes closed as he grips the glass of water to him. He will sleep where he sits, if he is not given an alternative, too tired and ill to find the effort even to ask for assistance.

[diecastking]

Erik makes sure Charles has a firm grip on the glass before carefully sliding him over onto the better.

His legs have regained some of their mass, so he is heavier than Erik remembers, but were it not for that, this would be just like when he first came home. After running from his failures.

[guideshapelead]

Handing the glass off to Erik, Charles struggles pathetically to get himself beneath the covers, not even attempting to try and undress himself. He's too cold to lose any layers, even if they're not appropriate for getting into bed.

[diecastking]

Erik merely loosens Charles' belt and removes it under his power, not wanting to intrude on his lover's physical space.

"I'll fetch tea," he suggests. It is the only thing to soothe Charles in a wild temper.

[guideshapelead]

Charles doesn't answer, giving up on his pointless fight with the bedclothes. He remembers, well enough, how to manipulate himself and his environment without the use of his legs, but he is too proud to stoop to such lows. He would rather suffer.

[diecastking]

Erik directs the teachers to organise the children and settle them down before bedtime. He leaves the school in Raven's hands, unsure how long Charles' illness will last.

He brings the tea tray up to their bedroom, with Earl Grey and shortbread biscuits.

[guideshapelead]

Charles is exactly where Erik had left him, on top of the covers with his head on the pillows, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"You're worried. And angry. Raven's just worried. Scott's dreaming about his soldiers, and Alex is planning next week's meals," he rattles off when Erik comes back into the room.

"I can hear it all. Whether I want to, or not."

[diecastking]

"You can control it," Erik reminds him. "The point between rage and serenity. But I fear, for once, you are too much rage."