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Chuck and Erik
I have moved over to AO3 under the handle cxellover.

Feel free to find me there.

I am writing Cherick, Johnlock, and Rumbelle and will be playing around with Dr. Strange and Baron Mordo.

Welcome to my journal
Chuck and Erik
This is my journal for my fanfic and my other fannish squeeing.

Constructive crits are always welcome and encouraged. I can only get better by knowing my strength and weaknesses.

So Welcome to the part of my brain that is still very much a fangirl.

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Wishlist 2011, Prompt Post
Chuck and Erik
What is the Wishlist?

The Wishlist is a multi-fandom Christmas fanfiction fest. It is something that started very small and simple three years ago. The premise was simply to write twenty-four ficlets in response to twenty-four prompts, posted between 1 Dec and 24 Dec. Fandom gifts, if you will. Since then it's grown and changed a bit.

The community and the rules in detail can be found here.

I have signed up to be a writer and if you want to give me a prompt, please leave a comment on this entry.


- I accept the first24 prompts I am given, regardless of who you are or if I know you.

- You give me characters/pairing, a fandom and a prompt.

- If I don't know the fandom you're requesting, your prompt doesn't count. The fandoms I write in are:

X-Men First Class (esp. Charles and Erik)
Sherlock Holmes (Tell me if you want Current Movie Holmes, Current TV Holmes, Grenada Holmes (JB) or book Holmes
Moonlight (TV series)
Dark Shadows
Doctor Who (Both Old and New)
Supernatural (But no Wincest please. Thank you.)
X-men comics
Lord of the RIngs
Avengers (and all those characters as well)

- If I find your prompt in any way offensive, I will disregard it, too. Fair warning.

- Your prompts should somewhat match what I usually write. It can be a quote, an idea, a specific situation, but the more you give me, the more I have to work with. Throwing Character X/Character Y, whatever at me is going to get you whatever.

- If you don't have an lj account, leave an anonymous comment, but make sure to sign it with a name (possibly your TtH name, if you're coming from that end.)

- I answer the prompts in the order I like best and post them here and/or in the wishlist_fic community, one a day, starting 1 Dec 2011.

Again, I need fandom, characters or pairings, prompt, and your name

In the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 8)
Chuck and Erik
I am figuring that there are two more parts to this but it is already longer than I thought it was going to be.

Charles pulled back from Erik but Erik held on to his hand. Charles wanted to break the connection but Erik wouldn’t let him go either physically or mentally.

Charles found himself looking out of Erik’s eyes at his body on the bed in the infirmary. He looked so small. His eyes were sunk into his head. And his color was not good.

“Hank?” asked Erik.

“I don’t know Erik. There is a lot going on here that is a little out of my fields of expertise. But…”

“It would be too dangerous to bring another person into the picture” finished Erik “I know all this Hank but we’re talking about Charles here. I can’t do anything.”

“Until he sorts his head out, there is not much any of us can do for him. And Erik, whatever is happening in there, it is accelerating. I don’t think he has much more time.”

Erik swore under his breath. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t gone after Shaw and exacted his perfect revenge, Charles wouldn’t be in the situation. If, if, if….he could wrap the world in all the ifs he was thinking.

Hank brought Erik a chair. “You’d better sit down before you fall down Erik. You can’t keep going like this.” Erik sat down and took Charles’ hand in his.

Raven found him there. “Erik, go to bed and get some sleep. You’re not helping him. I promise that I’ll stay with him until you get back.”

“What about you?”

“What do you think I have been doing for the past 8 hours. It’s past midnight. You need to let go and give it a rest.”

Erik looked at Raven. She raised her right hand and said “I promise to come get you if there is any change or send one of the boys to get you. Alright?”

Erik nodded. It had been hard to keep his eyes open. He got up and made his way to his bed which felt better than a bed had felt in years. He awoke with the sun streaming in the windows of his room which put the time at late afternoon. He stretched and relaxed. He went and took a shower, got dressed and went to see how Charles was doing.

The first bodies he found were Sean’s and Alex’s in the kitchen. He thought they were dead but was relieved to find them both unconscious but breathing very shallowly. He ran to the infirmary only to find Raven and Hank crumpled on the floor clutching their head with their faces in agony. Charles was nowhere to be found. He tried to bring them around but they seemed trapped within themselves. He had to find Charles because he had a feeling that only Charles could reverse what happened. He was thankful that Angel, Moria, and Azazel were nowhere to be found. He remembered Hank talking to him yesterday about them going out to gather more supplies for the mansion. He wished he had a way to get in touch with them to tell them to stay away.

He remembered where he and Raven had found Charles last time and he figured that would be the place to start. He worked his way through the woods to the treehouse. He went up into it and found signs that Charles had been there but he had moved on. But moved on where? He went back down the tree and started looking around the base of the tree to see if he could figure out which way Charles went. He was luck because it seemed that Charles had cut himself. Erik could almost smell the iron in very light blood trail. He didn’t know if Charles had accidently cut himself or it was on purpose but at this point he didn’t care. He needed to find Charles.

He followed the path through a circuitous route back to the house. He went into the study to find Charles sitting in his usual chair with the chess board set up where they had left off from their last game. He approached cautiously and froze when Charles’ gaze met his eyes. The look in the eyes gave Erik a very bad feeling indeed. What do you do when probably the most powerful mind on the planet has gone mad?

“Indeed Erik,” came the response from Charles, “What do you do? Personally I suggest a game of chess.”

“What did you do to the rest of them?”

“Sort of a feedback loop. They are trapped in their own nightmares” Charles said with a rather high-pitched insane giggle. Erik could feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He knew he had to tread carefully here.

“Sit!” said Charles in a rather commanding voice. Erik found himself complying before he knew what he was doing. He wanted to resist but knew that resistance was useless. Charles could kill him with a thought.

“Now why would I want to do that to my best friend? Erik you should know me better than that.”

Erik didn’t trust what Charles was saying. He had seen this sort of thing in the camps one too many times. They would make you feel safe and then yank the rug out from under you.

“Your move Erik” said Charles gesturing to the board.

Erik picked up his pawn and began playing the game that he knew was bigger than the board in front of him.

In the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 7)
Chuck and Erik
Hi there. Sorry about that. Work was hell for a while but I am now a little more less overwhelmed so I decided to pick-up where I left off with this fic. I am thinking two to three parts and this one will be done. Behind a cut because of suicidal thoughts and blood

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Punishment: Another in the Eagle Series
This is another one in the Eagle Series which is takes place in a 1960s leather bar.

A few notes: This is the 1960s so protection was not even thought of. Anyone called a boy in this series is a man who had a Master or a man he calls Daddy. All are of legal age. This is old style leather men. Also the laws of the land would have landed these men in either jail or the mental ward for being gay.

Warning for bondage, oral sex, anal sex, mind games, and various leather activities.

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FIC: The Professor and the Reporter
Love you
Wow over a month.

I am sorry folks and hope someone is still reading.

Work just became all encompassing but things are finally slowing down so I will get back to writing.

This is another in the Doctor Who Crossover series I have been doing. I am putting it behind a cut due to length.

I hope you enjoy it

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FIC: The Professor and the Captain
Chuck and Erik
Author Notes: Miss me? This is another in the occasional Dr. Who crossovers I am doing

It was all Smitty’s fault. It was his stupid dare that lead to Charles finding himself in a bar most inhabited by men. Good looking men, but still mostly men. Charles finished up his pint and put the empty down on the bar. He turned and found that there was a newly poured pint in its place.

“Sorry mate, I wasn’t asking for another” he said to the barkeep.

“It was purchased for you” said the barkeep.

“From who?” asked Charles feeling a little uncomfortable.

The barkeep pointed to the other end of the bar. Charles looked where he was pointing. He saw a younger man in an RAF coat that probably belonged to his father. The man picked up his pint and saluted Charles with it. Charles took a moment to focus on the man only to find, much to his amazement, the man’s mind pushing back on his.

You could at least buy ME a drink before ruffling through my brain. Now close your mouth or something is going to fly in there

Charles snapped his jaw shut and found himself walked to the end of the bar and joining the young man.

“Charles Xavier” he said holding out his hand.

“Captain Jack Harness” said the man shaking his hand.

“An American?” asked Charles.

“Depends on the day” said Captain Jack with a rather smooth wolfish grin. “I’m sort of from all over.”

Charles looked carefully at the man and put two fingers to his temple trying to get a read on him. A series of images were thrown at him that didn’t make any sense. He saw a police box that was bigger on the inside. He saw worlds that didn’t exist and lifeforms that had no name. The man’s mind was in some ways very alien to Charles.

“Did you find whatever you were searching for?” asked Jack with a smirk on his face “I have been told that my mind is very cluttered.”

Charles took a big sip of his pint of beer and regrouped as his mind tried to sort out what he had seen.

“Are you a mutant?” he asked.

“Not in the strictest sense of the word. Something kind of sort of happened to me and that has changed my life rather drastically.”

Charles picked up an image of a small women with blond hair with a taller bloke in a dark green jumper and leather jacket.

“And since I found myself in Oxford at this time, I decided to look you up on the advise of an old friend.” Picture of the man in Jack’s mind shifted to a tall man wearing a stripe suit and a long camel colored coat. Charles’ felt that they were the same man if man was the right word for this being.

“Why me?”

“Potential. And you Charles Francis Xavier have a lot potential at this point.”

Charles looked at Jack through a bit of a beer haze. He had been drinking most of the evening and most of his mind tricks didn’t seem to be helping him sober up fast.

“I have potential. Well that sounds rather ominous.”

“Here, let me buy you another round.”

Charles nodded before he realized what he was doing.

A few pints later he found himself draped across Jack laughing at some insane story that Jack swore was true.

“Ah Charles you are a fun drunk but I think it is time to get you home,” said Jack with a sigh of regret. He helped Charles off the bar stool and they stumbled to the door together.

“Now Jack, play nice,” said the barkeep.

“Don’t worry Herbert. I promise to be good,” said Jack with a laugh.

Charles found himself ambling through the streets in Oxford with Jack’s help. Charles distracted the gatekeeper as they slipped into his college.

He looked at Jack and said, “You need to be kissed.”

“Sorry?” said Jack as he turned his head towards Charles and found himself in a lip lock. Jack leaned into the kiss and put his arms around Charles. Jack pushed Charles again a handy wall and the two continued to explore each other’s mouths with their lips and tongues. Hands explored the bodies and both men liked what they found. There was an electric hum in the air when suddenly Jack pushed away from Charles.

Charles looked sad, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No Charles, honestly it isn’t you but it’s me. I don’t want to take advantage of a man that far into his cups no matter how cute he is.” Jack gave Charles a light kiss. “Let’s just get you home before I change my mind and ravish you right here.”

“I wouldn’t mind that” growled Charles grabbing at Jack’s crotch.

“uh-uh-uh. And I can’t believe I am saying this No Charles. Not tonight.” Jack removed Charles’ hand carefully.

Jack helped Charles up to his rooms and got Charles’ key in the lock. The door flew open after he turned the key and he thought he saw a blue woman with red hair but put it down to a trick of the light as Charles’ blond sister took charge of her brother.

“Thanks for bringing my idiot brother home. What’s the damage?”

“No damage. He was the perfect gentleman.”

Charles turned to look at Jack very puzzled. “Why were you here?”

“To meet you Charles and I am glad I did. The Doctor was right about you.”

The mention of the Doctor brought all kinds of strange images of people, places and things that shouldn’t exist but did. Charles brain went into overload and he passed out.

Jack caught him and helped Raven get Charles into his bed. Raven removed his shoes and shirt and tossed a blanket over him.

“He’ll be fine in the morning” said Jack.

“He’d better be. He has two classes to teach” said Raven with a smile.

Jack found himself kissing Raven’s hand and bidding her adieu. “Don’t be too hard on him when he gets up. He’s going to have the weight of the world on his shoulders soon enough.”

Raven looked at Jack very puzzled.

“I have said too much.” He kissed her hand again and left her watching him walk out the door.

She returned to Charles and took his pants off “Brother, you know the strangest people.”

The next morning Charles was most surprised that he didn’t have a hangover nor did he had much memory of what had happen other than Raven’s report of the handsome man who had brought him home. The description sounded vaguely familiar but alien at the same time. And the images in his brain didn’t make much sense.

Jack went to watch Charles lecture about genetic mutation. A man sporting a bow tie sat down next to him.

“I behaved myself as hard as that was,” said Jack to the man.

“Good,” said the Doctor with a slightly sad smile on his face.

“You know last night I would be hard pressed to believe that this was the man who was going to save humanity from itself. But now, I can believe it” said Jack.

The Doctor nodded and the two men got up and left.

Charles saw them leave out of the corner of his eye and found someone in his mind bidding him a fond farewell. He stuttered for a moment but found his place and continued with his lecture.

In the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 6)
Author Note: With any luck Lj will be a little more stable. Here is what I have to this point. It might take me a day or so to get the next piece up. Sorry.

Hank came to Erik in a panic. Charles had gotten up and left the infirmary without Hank seeing him. He didn’t know where Charles was.

Erik got everyone together and they made a search plan the house and the grounds.

“How far can a blind man get?” asked Alex as they split up.

The answer was far apparently. The room to room search was fruitless. Sean was having no more luck from the air of spotting Charles on the ground.

Erik went back to the study to get a flashlight he knew was there because it was getting dark outside. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. He turned to see Charles running through the patio door and out across the expanse of lawn. He had to process what he was seeing for a moment because Charles had to be able to see where he was going.

“Raven!” Erik shouted “He just ran out of the study. Get the others.” He sprinted after Charles.

Erik ran across the lawn and just saw Charles sprint into a thicket that was in front of a small wooded area that they had used for training. He followed through as the branches and thorns tore his clothing as he tried to catch up Charles. He didn’t think about the pain. Pain had been a part of him for so long that he had learn to ignore it unless he needed it.

He broke through into the woods and stopped trying to figure out where Charles had gone.

Hello Erik came the voice in his head. It was Charles but it didn’t feel like Charles. he knew that Emma was still in CIA custody so was there another telepath out there?

No Erik. Just me. came the odd voice in his head.

“Charles?” he said out loud.

He heard a giggle that froze him to the core. He had heard that sound before at the camps. Those who made it were not in their right mind.

He turned on the flashlight and shone it around the woods. He heard a rustle in the trees. He turned the flashlight to see two squirrels running through the branches. He was not expected the tackle from behind. His search for Shaw had given him some skills that allowed him to roll into the attack and grab the man who tackled him.

He looked into the face of madness. This was not Charles.

Charles pulled free and grinned a maniacal grin.

What are you going to do now Metal Man? Erik felt like Charles was shouting into his skull. He put his hands to the sides of his head and fell to his knees.

Images were being pulled from his head. He found himself in the middle of the camp again surrounded by the dead and the dying. A voice whispered in his ear ‘Why didn’t you save them? You have the power. There was metal all around you? What stopped you? You let them all die.

Erik shouted “STOP IT!”

The images vanished and he found himself looking up at Charles but not Charles. The eyes were wild and almost animalistic. Then Charles screamed and clutched his head. When Charles’ opened his eyes, Erik could see his friend again.

“Kill me Erik! You have to kill me before he…” Charles screamed again and fell to the ground. “Erik promise me that you will kill me!” He started foaming at the mouth and then went unconscious. Erik picked him up and carried him back to the infirmary.

“Strap him down” he ordered Hank and left to take care of his scraps and bruises.

in the Eyes of the Beholder (Part 5)
Chuck and Erik
Author Note: This is what I have so far. I wanted to get it up before the next attack.

Behind the cut is the next part which is pretty much G but continues with the themes from the previous parts.

Comments are always gratefully welcome.

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