A Moment in Time [X-Men First Class]

5.

Grace's POV:

      The transport truck we were in was extremely uncomfortable; Charles, Erik, and I were squished into the back of a truck with about a dozen other soldiers.  Moira was lucky she got to sit next to the driver.

       Every time there was a bump my head smacked against the low ceiling of the truck.  I rubbed my head and looked up at Erik who had the same amount misery in his eyes as mine.  You're uncomfortable too? I projected into his mind.

    "You bet I am," he replied as we went over another bump. I watched as he took out a silver coin from his pocket and started to twirl it around his fingers. I could sense the unease that radiated off Erik. I got up from my seat and squeezed in next to him. 

      "You're worried about Shaw." I said, I knew that was the reason for his restlessness.

      "I am, but I'm not worried about him hurting me, I can take care of myself." He sighed.

     "Then what are you worried about?"  I know I could have found out myself but this seemed to bother Erik, and it was his personal business. I didn't want to pry, so I'll let him tell me himself.

       There was a long pause, "I'm worried that he will hurt you and the other mutants or worse." He confessed.  He looked at me with caring eyes. I searched for the right words but all I couldn't think of much.

      "It's ok, trust me." 

     He looked at me for a while longer then leaned back onto the wall of the truck and closed his eyes. "It's ok." I whispered once more as I rested my head on his shoulder.
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      "We got a problem." I heard Moira's muffled voice say. I could feel the fear inside of her. What have we gotten ourselves into?

Charles got up from his seat and opened up a small window that allowed us to see into the driver's section of the truck. "What?" He questioned her.

"I'm so sorry. This wasn't on the map." She replied to him. I got up and stuck my face through the window.

     "What's the problem?" I asked her. I hope it's not too bad, I do not feel like being arrested.

      "There seems to be a road block, they have to inspect our cargo." Charles answered.

      "Great." I huffed and returned to my seat next to Erik.

"Whatever happens act normally. I can take care of this, all right?" Charles said, addressing everyone in the truck.

      "I hope his plan works" I whispered to Erik. He nodded his head in response. The front doors of the truck opened and closed.

      "Where are you going?" I heard a gruff voice ask.

      "To our farm" answered the driver. Gosh I hope these people believe him.

      "Open the back," the gruff voice ordered.

      "As you wish." The driver replied, his voice wavering slightly.  His thoughts penetrated my mind.

      This is it, we've been caught.

I could hear the footsteps of the driver and the patrol officer near the door. I sucked in a deep breath and grabbed Erik's hand. It was stiff but he held eventually grasped my hand as well. It's not that I don't trust Charles, but there are fifteen people crammed into the back of this truck. There's no way we won't be noticed.