New Divide

New Divide: 62

"Cosy," a voice said from the doorway. It wasn't soon after that the voice was accompanied by footsteps.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Charles slowly opened his eyes. When he had drifted off to sleep, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of however was that one half of his body had gone numb from being used as a human pillow. Rubbing his eyes trying to rid them of sleep he looked down. In her sleep Margo had turned, she had somehow got comfortable with her back leaning against him and holding one of his arms firmly around her shoulders. It seemed now that his other hand was free - and no longer being gripped onto - he had leant against it and ended up drifting off into a comfortable sleep, for once, which was truly a rarity.
Looking up he looked to Logan, who stood leaning against the back of one of the chairs with a rather resolute smirk on his face.
"Stop it."
"I didn't say anything." Logan promptly retorted while holding his hands up only to clamp them back down on the chair when the plane did a slight turn. He really wasn't that fond of flying either, it seemed.
Charles sighed quietly and tilted his head to the side, only to end up resting on top of Margo's head, again. "What is it, Logan?"
"Well one minute it's all chatter back here, the next it's silent. With my better judgement I felt like I should be the one to come and investigate. Don't think you'd appreciate the alternative."
"Then you presumed right," Charles said while running a hand through his hair. Erik had once before stumbled in on a moment like this and had said exactly the same thing as Logan had. With a frown he looked back up at the taller dark haired male.
"Need help?" Logan asked still with that ever present smirk. He could see Charles was torn between asking him something else, and also trying to free himself.
"Oh, no, no, I'm fine." Charles said quickly while smiling up at him and waving a hand nonchalantly in his direction.
Logan didn't look bought. "Yeah, sure." He went to move from the chair he was still standing by only to stop when Charles sent him a look.
"Take it from past experience, surprising Margo often does not end well. If you wish to perhaps be sent flying, in a vehicle which is already in flight, then I would step back if I were you. I'll be fine, honest."
"Speaking from past experience, hm?"
"Stop that now," Charles frowned with mock seriousness up at Logan who still looked rather amused by the whole situation. Clearly the him in the future was not like the him of the present. This caused him to frown without the mock pretending. Being serious for the moment he shook his head as he looked to Margo, who was still oblivious to the conversation happening around her. Moments like this only happened when she was around, which hit home that in the future she was not there. "Where are you?" He whispered while in her sleep, she let out a quiet murmur and seemed to huddle closer to him.
Logan watched as the troubled expression flitted across his face. He knew that expression, sure he saw it on the Charles Xavier he knew, but it was still the same concern and thoughtfulness which he knew all too well.
"Sure you don't need help?" Logan offered, he wasn't going to keep standing here asking. He could feel the motions of the plane beneath him and rather wished he didn't. The sooner he was sat and stationary the better.
"No, I'm fine, honestly. Go sit, Logan, you suddenly do not look well." Charles smirked.
"Stop it," Logan used his earlier words against him shortly while moving away.
Charles let out a quiet laugh and shook his head as Logan disappeared into the other cabin. "Come on then, sleepyhead." He said while managing to turn, even with his arm still pinned to the chairs, he managed to somehow place his free arm under her legs and turn her. Now having her awkwardly in his arms, and in his lap, he stood. Slowly and uncertainly on shaky legs which were still numb from sleep, he managed to get his balance back before stepping forwards and into the other cabin.
Logan sent him a surprised look, clearly he expected to be called back to help. To this Charles just rolled his eyes and walked to one of the sofas, Erik was still sitting on one, but seeing him drawing close he pulled his legs out of the aisle and let him pass with his load.
Placing Margo down on the sofa opposite to Erik, Charles stood back and retreated into the back cabin. He reappeared with a bottle of whiskey which Margo had rather quickly discarded earlier on, and her water bottle. Placing her bottle on the table nearby he sat back in his chair. From his seat he could see Logan at the back in his seat looking thoughtfully around, and Margo's sleeping form too. She didn't seem to fidget much from suddenly being in a laying position. She did however latch onto the cushions on the sofa behind her head. Charles slapped a hand against his forehead, he wasn't sure his jacket would provide for a good cushion, but it was a little too late to move it considering she was firmly holding onto it fast asleep.
"Fancy a game?" Erik's voice pulled him from his thoughts. He had been too immersed in watching the dark clouds roll pass - somehow between sorting Margo's wound out, drifting off and waking up - night had arrived. Charles had poured himself a glass and looked up at Erik, who held a chess board in his hands. He hadn't exactly paid notice to when this got pulled out, but he was there holding it regardless. All the pieces were in their correct places. "It's been a while." Erik furthered on and placed it on the table in front of Charles regardless of his lack of an answer.
"I'm not in the mood for games, thank you." He replied as simply as he could while looking back out of the window. Suddenly the clouds and the night sky became increasingly interesting. Charles looked up at Erik with a sidewards look as he poured himself a drink too and took great care and pleasure in savouring it.
"I haven't had a real sip in ten years." He explained and looked to Charles. "I didn't kill the president."
"The bullet curved, Erik."
"Because I was trying to save him. They took me out before I could." Erik replied in what seemed to be an honest tone of voice while carefully leaning on the arm of the sofa Margo was sleeping on. This if anything caused Charles to narrow his eyes even more so up at him.
"Why would you try and save him?" He couldn't help but ask the obvious question.
"Because he was one of us."
Charles looked at him with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "You must think me so foolish." He said with a sigh while still looking up at Erik. "You've always said they would come after us." He said quietly while watching as Erik finally moved and sat down in front of him.
"I never imagined they'd use Raven's DNA to do it." Erik said while shifting in the seat and leaning back in it.
"When did you last see her?"
"The day I left for Dallas." Erik replied while watching as Charles turned thoughtful then.
"And how was she?" He asked distantly.
"Strong, driven, loyal."
"How...how was she?" Charles asked again but a bit firmer. He didn't mean for his previous question to be taken like that.
"She was...we were..." Erik paused awkwardly. "I could see why she meant so much to you. You should be proud of her, Charles. She's out there fighting for our cause."
"Your cause," Charles reminded. "The girl I raised, she was not capable of killing."
"You didn't raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever, that's why she left." Erik flatly responded.
"She left because you got inside her head." Charles said through slightly gritted teeth as he leant forwards against the table and stared at Erik with unblinking blue eyes.
"That's not my power. She made her choice."
"But now we know where that choice leads, don't we? She's going to murder Trask, they're going to capture her, and then they're going to wipe us out."
"Not if we get to her first. Not if we change history tomorrow." Erik said with a slow nod.
"Why is everything a 'tomorrow'?" Both males looked to the side as Margo turned and looked to them. She had been awake for the better part of their conversation, or at least when Erik decided to sit near her and squash the arm of the sofa down. "Why can't it be next week? Everything is in such a rush."
"Shall we alert you in a weeks' time for the next disaster then?" Erik smirked and drunk some of his drink.
"I would prefer that, if you please, I may be busy otherwise."
"With what?" Erik asked her generally interested.
"...I'll find something." Margo replied while rubbing her eyes, her answer caused him to laugh shortly and shake his head.
With a sigh, Erik turned his attention back to Charles. He had been watching the two of them with a stony expression. He never minded the two of them conversing, except for when he usually ended up annoying her, or the other way round or whichever happened first. But there was a slight ease to the way they talked which did irk him ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry, Charles. For what happened, I truly am." Erik's voice bought him back to reality as he looked to him. Against wishing to, he couldn't help but get slightly emotional. With slightly teary eyes he finished his drink and looked to the chess board.
"It's been a while since I've played." He said deciding to change the subject.
"I'll go easy on you. Might finally be a fair fight."
"You have the first move," Charles said and simply watched as Erik used his power to move his first piece.
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(A/N: Wow, that ended up being longer than planned. Oh well, I'm not complaining, truly I'm not. Charles's lil sad face in this whole scene though is heart breaking. Stop being sad, and adorable, it's cruel to one's heart strings. Moving on...I'm off, enjoy, thanks and bye! xD)