X-Men Oneshots

When the mind breaks (Charles Xavier)

Y/N's POV

The battlefield was chaos. Energy blasts whizzed past me, and the air was thick with smoke and the scent of burning metal. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I threw myself behind a chunk of debris, taking cover from the relentless assault. I could hear my fellow X-Men calling out to each other, coordinating their attacks against the Sentinels. I took a moment to catch my breath, knowing I couldn't afford to stay still for long.

"Y/N, keep moving!" Scott's voice crackled through my earpiece, urgency evident in his tone. "They're targeting anything that stays in one place too long."

"On it," I replied, rolling out of my hiding spot and launching myself back into the fray. My powers flickered at my fingertips, ready to shield or attack as needed. The battle had been raging for what felt like hours, each side giving no quarter. And as I fought, one thought kept me grounded, kept me moving: Charles.

He was somewhere nearby, coordinating the fight telepathically, directing the team's movements. His presence was like a constant whisper at the back of my mind, reassuring and strong. I knew he was keeping an eye on all of us, making sure we stayed safe.

But as I dodged another blast, I was distracted for just a split second. I didn't see the Sentinel's arm swinging towards me until it was too late. The force of the blow knocked me off my feet, sending me crashing into the ground with a bone-jarring impact. Pain exploded through my side, and I gasped, struggling to breathe.

"Y/N!" Charles's voice, loud and panicked, echoed in my mind. I could feel his fear, his anger, coursing through our bond. I tried to respond, to tell him I was okay, but the pain was too much. My vision blurred, and everything started to fade.

Charles's POV

The moment I felt Y/N's pain, my world narrowed to a single point of focus. I had been coordinating the battle, my mind stretched across the field, linking with each of the X-Men, guiding them. But when Y/N was hurt, everything else became secondary. Her pain slammed into me, raw and overwhelming, making my own heart stutter in my chest.

"Y/N," I called out, both aloud and through our telepathic link, desperate to feel her presence, to know she was still with me. But all I could sense was her pain, her fear. The sharpness of it was like a knife twisting in my gut. I scanned the battlefield, my eyes locking onto where she lay crumpled on the ground.

Without thinking, I pushed my wheelchair forward, faster than I thought possible. I needed to get to her, needed to see with my own eyes that she was alive, that she would be okay. The Sentinels, the battle, everything else became a blur. I reached out with my mind, shoving back anything that came too close, clearing a path to her.

When I finally reached her, I saw the bruises already forming on her side, the way she struggled to breathe. My heart clenched painfully. I lowered myself to the ground beside her, my hands hovering over her, afraid to touch, afraid to cause more pain.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm. I reached out, touching her mind gently, trying to soothe the pain.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, her gaze filled with pain but also a familiar warmth. "Charles..." she whispered, her voice weak.

I felt something in me snap, a wave of anger washing over the fear. Anger at the Sentinels, at the world that constantly put us in danger, at myself for not being able to protect her. "You're going to be okay," I said firmly, my voice hardening. "I won't let anything happen to you."

I sent out a telepathic call to Jean, asking her to cover us, to keep the Sentinels away while I focused on Y/N. My mind reached out, assessing her injuries. A few cracked ribs, some bruises, a possible concussion, but nothing life-threatening. Relief flooded me, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

I could feel Y/N's pain, feel the way it rippled through her body. I wanted to take it all away, to make her safe. I leaned closer, resting my forehead against hers, letting our minds connect fully. "I'm here, Y/N. Just hold on. I've got you."

Y/N's POV

Charles's voice was like a balm, soothing the pain and fear. I felt his presence, strong and protective, wrapping around me like a shield. Even though my body ached, even though every breath was a struggle, I knew I was safe. He was here, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

I felt his anger, his fear, mingling with my own. It was rare to see him like this, his emotions so raw and unguarded. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I wasn't careful..."

"Don't," he interrupted, his voice tight. "Don't apologize. This isn't your fault. I should have been closer. I should have been able to stop it."

I reached up, my hand brushing against his cheek, trying to comfort him even through the pain. "You can't be everywhere at once, Charles. You did the best you could. We're in this together, remember?"

He took my hand, holding it tightly. I could feel the strength of his emotions, his love and fear, all mixed together. "I won't let anything happen to you," he said again, his voice a vow. "Not now, not ever."

I managed a small smile, even though it hurt. "I know," I said softly. "I trust you."

Charles's POV

Hearing those words from Y/N, feeling her trust in me, it was like a lifeline. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, to push back the anger and fear. She needed me to be strong, to be in control. I couldn't afford to let my emotions get the better of me.

"We're getting out of here," I said, my voice steady now. I sent a mental command to the rest of the team, letting them know we were retreating. The battle was over, at least for now. I wasn't taking any chances.

Gently, I lifted Y/N, cradling her against me. She was light, almost fragile in my arms, but I could feel the strength in her, the will to fight. She had always been strong, stronger than she knew.

As I carried her away from the battlefield, back toward the Blackbird, I felt a surge of protectiveness, a vow that I would keep her safe, no matter what. She was my heart, my anchor, and I would do whatever it took to make sure she never had to suffer like this again.

"Rest, my love," I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I've got you. I'll always have you."

Y/N's breathing steadied, her eyes closing as she let herself relax in my arms. I felt her trust, her love, flowing through our bond, giving me strength.

And as I carried her back to safety, I knew one thing for certain: I would never let her out of my sight again. Not as long as I had the power to protect her.

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