Come Home (Cherik fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Okay, so I actually have another part that I'm working on. Problem: I need a filler for it because it won't make sense otherwise.

So here it is: YOUR FILLER.

I'm sorry you guys but it sucks. A little bit of fluff, but it sucks.

Love you guys, sorry.

Charles

"You don't remember anything?" 'Raven' asked, squeezing his hand again with her blue, scaled one. Charles wanted to rub her back and push something soothing into her head, but he found himself coming up with empty, mental pockets and a wall blocking his way on her end anyways. Instead, he rubbed her knuckles with his fingertips and found something soothing in the action himself.

Charles looked to the rest of the room and saw they were giving him incredulous looks. He shook his head swiftly, yet again feeling unease and tension slide onto his shoulders. There were more feelings on the back of his neck that weren't his. They were muted, but they threatened to choke him and Charles didn't exactly know how to fix that.

"I mean," he started. "You all seem . . ." his eyes quickly trickled over all of the faces in the room. "Familiar. I just can't . . . There's nothing . . . None of you really stick out."

The woman in white -- Emma, she corrected in his head -- stepped forward from leaning on the wall parallel to his bed. "Except for him." her thumb jutted out from her fist and she jab it at the man they had introduced as 'Erik'. "He's the one you remember."

Charles shook his head and tried looking into her ice cold eyes. "Just his voice." And then he suggestively pointed to his temple, to which she responded by nodding and stepping back in line.

The taller boy with glasses spoke up this time. "Despite what Charles does or does not remember of anyone," he started, pushing up his glasses. "I need to check Charles out."

This was when the boy with the fiery hair steps forward, glaring at the taller boy with glasses. "C'mon Hank. We haven't seen him for weeks. At least give us all ten more minutes."

'Hank' looked ready to tear the redhead into pieces. "I realize this, Sean. But it's not like we can take him to a hospital if something else goes wrong. We barely got him awake-- Imagine if one of you triggered him or something. I'm barely qualified to be handling him now."

"You went to medical school!" Sean argued, stepping closer.

"No for that long! I'm a scientist, Sean, and barely even that. I don't even have my doctorate yet."

Sean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You've handled him so far; don't be modest. All we ask is five."

Hank pursed his lips. "Alright." he conceeded. "But I stay here and if he get sth eleast bit excited, you're all out." Hank gave a pointed look to Erik. "All of you."

Erik mearly grimaced.

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It was more than five minutes, and by the time they filed out, Charles's head was spinning.

And that was saying something.

He knew -- or at least felt like he knew -- everything and anything he'd need to:

Raven wasn't really his sister, but then she was for a really long time. Then, for a while, she wasn't and now she was trying to at least be his friend now. There were things -- Charles could feel them -- that Raven was hiding from him. Something in the way her eyes flitted to the corner of her sockets, back to his, and then back to the corner. Something in her sad smile and in the way it was just fighting to be happy and joyful and relieved. It was a smoke screen and Charles wanted to know about the fire that caused it.