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Fic: Acrophobia

Title: Acrophobia (The Fear of Heights)
Fandom: X-Men (Trilogy and First Class)
Pairing: Erik/Charles (woowoowoo new pairing for me!)

Word Count: 542
A/N: I wrote this a few weeks ago, but I came up with the idea when I first watched X3, AKA X-Men: The Clusterfuck.  Basically, it started with me thinking about how funny it would be if Magneto sent Prof X's wheelchair rolling down the street.  Hahaha. This is kinda the same concept, except with young!Erik&Charles, instead of old!Erik&Charles, as I had previously imagined.
A/N: Posting this now for azelmaroark.  Hope this brightens up your night after all that HG angst!


“Ready, Charles?”

            Charles closed his eyes and ran a shaking hand through his hair.  “Just give me a minute, would you?” He said, taking a deep breath and holding it.

            The corner of Erik’s mouth pulled up into a smirk.  “What, you don’t trust me?”

            At that, Charles let all the air out of his lungs in a quick burst and turned around in his wheelchair to face his companion.  “Of course I trust you.  It’s just that–” He paused then, swallowing hard.  “I’m just–” 

            Erik chuckled lightly.  “Charles, are you afraid of heights?”  The smaller man nodded weakly and Erik laughed again.  “Oh, Charles.  Didn’t you ever go sledging as a child?”

            Charles shook his head.  “Never.”

            Erik’s eyebrows drew together in thought.  “What about that story Mystique tells about the time you two made that glider and sailed it off the roof of the mansion?”

            Charles shook his head again.  “She sailed it off the roof.  Not me.”

            “And when you were leaning out the bottom hatch of the Blackbird while I lifted that submarine?”

            Charles paled to a ghostly white but his face betrayed no emotion.  “You needed me.”

            “Yes, I did.”  Erik said quietly, giving Charles’ wheelchair a gentle nudge with his mind.  He leaned in and rested his forearms against the chair’s handles.  “Are you ready now?”

            Charles took another deep breath.  “Yes, I think so.” He said, gripping the armrests so tight that his knuckles turned white.  “You’ll slow me down if I get going too fast?”

            “Yes, of course.”

            “And you’ll stop me at the bottom?”

            “Yes, I will.”

            “Okay,” Charles said reluctantly, pressing his fingers to his temple in his characteristic gesture. I trust you, Erik, He whispered into the other man’s mind.

Erik just smiled, straightened up, and closed his eyes, calling on his power.  With his right hand outstretched and every muscle in his body tensed, he focused and reached out to the metal with his mind.  As usual, he felt it fill him with a solid power, the metal pliant and submissive to his will.  With a sharp prod from his mind, he commanded the metal onward and the wheelchair began to roll, slowly nearing the start of the hill.  With one last mental push from Erik, Charles fell over the edge and began his swift descent.

            A few blocks away, an old woman looked up from her gardening to see a young man with chocolate brown hair racing down the paved hillside, an exultant expression on his face, eyes wide in the bright light of the midday sun.  As the man neared the bottom of the hill, his wheelchair slowed to a stop rather quickly, seemingly defying the laws of physics.  The man turned in his seat to look back up the hill from where he came.  The woman followed his gaze to see a tall, striking man standing in the middle of the street, a grin spread across his face, his hand outstretched as if he were reaching for something just out of his grasp.

            The woman frowned at the strange scene before her and shook her head in disbelief before returning to her gardening.  Silly old woman, she thought to herself, Now I’m seeing things.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 19th, 2012 02:47 am (UTC)

And it was so cute. Awww.

This is cause for celebration. *breaks out champagne*

(do we have any couples we both not ship? lol)
Mar. 19th, 2012 02:52 am (UTC)
I did write it, finally! AND IT WAS SO FUN! I think I'll def be writing more of these two in the future.
Haha and I know, right? We have so much in common it's scary.
I'm glad you liked it, bb.
Mar. 19th, 2012 03:06 am (UTC)
“What about that story Mystique tells about the time you two made that glider and sailed it off the roof of the mansion?”


This is awesome, and I think it totally works for young-and-dumb!them. And it ended way less violently than where I thought it was going given your summary, haha.

Thank you for posting this; it is indeed a welcome break from Cato and his messed up mind.
Mar. 19th, 2012 03:13 am (UTC)
So glad you liked it! It was so fun to write.
And yeah, the idea was a little crazy and violent at first. I actually had old!them in mind when I first came up with the idea, but this is what it ended up as. Some things just wrote themselves, I suppose!
Mar. 20th, 2012 11:19 pm (UTC)
Awww cute and funny! :DD

Mar. 20th, 2012 11:58 pm (UTC)
I know, they're just so adorable. :)
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