1962 - charles xavier

N I N E

Early the next morning, we all meet up with each other before going to get Henry from the lab. We are greeted by a note on the door that reads: "Gone to the airbase, bring the crate marked X. -Hank."

Charles opens the door to the lab, revealing a massive mess. Tables are flipped, broken glass is all over the floor, and there is no sign of my brother.

"What happened here?" Erik asks, and Charles glances over his shoulder at me silently, making me even more afraid for Henry. I follow after him as he walks though the lab, opening up the large box with an X taped over it. "Hank has been busy." Erik adds when we look down into it.

"Do we really have to wear these?" Alex asks, referring to the suits that Henry has created.

"As none of us mutated to endure extreme g-force or being riddled by bullets, I suggest we suit up." Charles instructs.

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I take a deep breath as I pull up the zipper of the tight-fitting blue and yellow uniform. I smooth my hair before sitting on the corner of my bed, stepping into the boots and double-knotting the laces tightly. After a few moments, I manage push away the tide of anxiety and uncertainty of what is going to happen today and I pull my long gray waves into a ponytail to keep them out of my face.

I look at myself in the mirror with my heart racing, flinching as a large crack branches out from the center of it. A sudden knock sounds at the door just as I feel Charles tap into my mind and emotions.

"Savvy? Darling, can I come in?" His voice gently floats in from the hallway.

"Yeah." I manage to say, hovering my palm towards the mirror and repairing the glass before he enters the room.

"Are you alright?" He asks in a concerned tone, allowing the door to click shut behind him before crossing the room and gathering my body into his arms. "You are absolutely swarming with upset ideas."

"I'll be alright when this is all over." I murmur against his collarbone before taking a breath, the scent of the leather suit masking his cologne and making him seem almost unfamiliar.

"You look stunning." Charles offers in an attempt to brighten my mood.

My hands form light fists against his chest, my arms pulled up between our hearts as his loop around the small of my back. I turn my head, looking at our reflection in the mirror. As my eyes meet his, I see his fear hidden behind a layer of confidence. I say nothing, just tilting my head up and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheekbone.

"We'll be alright," I repeat the words that have been our only comfort these past few days. "We'll be alright."

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"Savannah, Darling?" Charles' voice rings out, sounding farther away than I had remembered.

I open my eyes, realizing that I had begun to fall asleep... that was what I hoped.

"Yes, Dear?" I smile sweetly, knowing that Charles needed my comfort.

"I was just checking on you," he says, the same hidden fear in his eyes as I had seen in the mirror that day so long ago. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I don't speak, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I take a deep breath and blink them away before sending a bright smile towards the beautiful man who I was lucky enough to marry.

"I'm okay, Sweetheart," I assure him, twisting the wedding ring around my bony finger. "I'm okay."