Chapter two (the last chapter!) of my first Cherik fic is live! Read under the cut or on ao3 :)
It's the greatest gift we have: to bear their pain without breaking.
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Erik feels like a drowned man. The sudden silence, sudden lack of Charles' presence--no matter how painful--is deafening. He tries to open his eyes but can't. Pressure covers his entire body, blanketing him with anxiety. For the first time in decades, he can’t sense any metal, and he’s lost without the sensation.
Did he...die?
Erik. You're not dead. You just have to open your eyes. Charles’ voice seeping into his mind.
I can't—I’m so...tired.
You can. Stay with me. Open your eyes.
Are you sure?
Always, my love.
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Air comes screaming back into Erik’s lungs as his senses flip back on full force. There's something soft beneath him, a hand on his chest, he can hear the fire crackling, Charles breathing shakily. Erik opens his eyes to find himself and Charles on the floor of the study, his head in Charle’s lap. Charles lets out a relieved gasp as he sees his eyes flutter open.
“You’re back. I’m—I’m so sorry, I should have pulled you out sooner. Shouldn’t have done it at all, actually—”
“No, Charles. Thank you.” Erik sat up, intensely aware of his renewed senses. How warm Charles’ hand on his was, how blue his eyes were in the yellow glow from the fire. “I needed that. I needed to understand, what I did.” He squeezed Charles’ hand. “And you can’t keep all this pain to yourself. You need to share it with someone.”
“Funny, someone once told me that a telepath’s greatest gift is the ability to bear pain without breaking.”
Erik smiled sadly. “That doesn’t mean you can’t have help, liebling.”
Charles ran one of his hands in Erik’s hair. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call myself ‘lucky’”.
“Darling,” Charles chastised, “remember how we said ‘no demented penance’?”
Okay, liebling. Just for you. “What was that, that void?”
Charles hummed, the change of subject not lost on him. "My best guess is that when a telepath experiences someone else's death, their mind doesn't know the difference. Your brain shut down, even though your body was perfectly fine. You basically had to restart your brain."
"So that's what you were talking me through?"
Charles looked surprised. "Erik, I haven't been able to connect with you since that memory ended until after you woke up.”
"I heard you. You called for me to stay. To open my eyes."
Charles' eyes filled with sudden emotion. "Oh my darling, that wasn't me. That was your soul."
Erik started. "What do you mean?"
"Well, soul, heart, purpose, conscience—whatever you want to call it. That's what I think calls from the void. The physicality of your brain stops, and yet...something still called me, and called you. I have no other explanation than that there must be something driving us humans other than electrical impulses. I’m not a spiritual man, but someone called out to me in that void."
"Who—" Erik rubbed his eyes. "Who did your conscience sound like?"
Charles smiled wetly. "You, my love. I thought you’d taken off your helmet, but we both know how that story went.”
Oh, Charles. “How much time we wasted,” Erik gathered Charles in his arms, and Charles settled into the crook of his neck. But you’re here now, Charles said softly in his mind. “I am,” Erik conceded. “And I want to be a proper partner. Your joy, your pain, your work—I want to help you carry it all. As you’ve done for me all these years.”
Charles smiled against Erik’s chest. Perhaps we can start with joy. Though, I fear you’ve already seen my most joyful memories. You’re in most of them.
And you are in mine, Erik thought. We have so many more joyful memories to make together.
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