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Part Twenty
Quick Author’s Note: You get an extra long part since I didn’t post anything the past week. We’re coming down to the end of the story and will likely post all of it this week.
Hank moved back into the Temple, shutting the door behind him with a clang. He nodded towards Bobby, who gave it a few extra layers of ice.
This was it.
The last stand.
Charles made himself comfortable on the floor, leaning against the altar. “You’re bleeding.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Hank hissed as he settled next to his friend. “Storm used the jet and was able to take out at least three of the Sentinels, but they kept coming.”
He only nodded, he had felt Storms lost, along with the rest of his team. He hoped his past self, will find all of them, and give them homes instead of war.
Mystique sat down next to her brother, giving him a half smile. “Any last requests?”
“I would like a hamburger.” Beast chuckled, as he dug out the metal Star of David. “You think there’s peace for us.”
“Yes.” Charles reached into his uniform, pulling out the most precious item he carried. A photo of him and Erik from their time in Paris. They were so carefree and happy, he rubbed his thumb over the top of the image, the spot was run down from all these years. “It would seem we failed.”
“Don’t give out hope on Erik yet.” Mystique reached over and took Charles’ hand. “He will do what needs to be done.”
“And I’m sure in the grandest way possible.” Hank added, reaching over to put his hand on Charles’ knee. “He will make this right, not to save the world, but for you Charles.”
He laid his head back against the altar, he was tempted to tap into Logan’s mind to see what’s going on, yet he knew Wolverine didn’t need the distraction. He could feel Kitty was weakening, and Bobby was likely going to be their last defense. As powerful as the three of them were their mutations weren’t viable against the Sentinels.
He could hear the door melting, as the Sentinels breaking into their last refuge.
Charles closed his eyes, and selfishly dove into Logan’s mind he wanted to see Erik one last time, before he died.
He stood wearing an X-Men uniform, controlling two Sentinels, while destroying some metal box. He used Logan to look over to see his younger self, he had always been turned on at the display of Erik’s Mutation. His focus was back on his lover, he was in command of the situation and beautiful in his righteous fury.
<<Charles>>
He blinked in shock, he had no idea how Erik of then could feel him.
<<You’ve always been open to me Liebling.>> He could feel the humorous chuckle, along with his exhaustion. <<You sent Logan back to me. Trust me to fix this.>>
<<I love you>> He let go of the connection, feeling for the first time in decades at peace.
“I’m sorry.” Mystique held his hand tightly. “I never said it. You lost him because of me, and I’m sorry.”
Charles pulled her into his arms, as they Sentinels started to burn through the door.
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