goodbye by laura zalenga on Flickr.
“I’ll be gone forever, practically,” Erik says, angry at the tremulous break in his voice. “What if something happens and I can’t get back home?”
It’s summer camp, Erik. It’s supposed to be fun. Even in his head, Erik can detect a faint note of amusement and he scowls. This isn’t a joke; he’s going to be gone for 2 whole months and the other kids will probably be jerks and what if he loses control and-
Charles pads quietly over to where he’s sprawled on the edge of the couch, butting his head up under Erik’s chin in apology. More fondly, I have the utmost confidence that you will be able to survive the tortures of summer camp and take care of yourself, Erik. Haven’t we been practicing all these months? You would be a marvel even without all the progress we’ve been making.
Erik huffs, but he doesn’t deny it; he knows he’s gotten better - much better - at controlling his powers since Charles came into his life, since he saw a flash of black and white dart out into the road and reached out automatically, grinding the oncoming car to a halt. The sudden surprise and fear that clutched at him, that someone might have seen him slowly trickled away when the cat stopped in the middle of road, sat back on his haunches and gazed steadily back at Erik. Oh, my friend, you have no idea how extraordinary you really are, do you? had rung clear in his head.
He and Charles have been together since then, and he doesn’t want that to change. And that’s the real problem isn’t it? Erik knows he’ll be okay, but he doesn’t know that Charles will; Charles who is stupid and reckless and always wandering off to get in trouble trying to find other mutants; Charles who is brilliant, but still falls for the laser pointer trick every time; Charles who is his best friend.
Erik closes his eyes, lids pressed tightly down to stem his sudden tears. It doesn’t work. A gentle rasp against his cheek - Charles, he thinks - and another, as Charles laps at the salty dampness of his skin before gently pressing his nose against Erik’s.
It’ll be okay, Erik, I promise.
Erik nods. He doesn’t open his eyes until he hears Mama call his name. The bus is here. He has to go.
“Charles who is brilliant, but still falls for the laser pointer trick every time;”