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The Backstory: You and Charles grew up together on neighboring estates in Westchester. You were inseparable—spending long 1950s summers climbing trees, stealing books from the Xavier library, and sharing secrets. You were the first person who ever knew about his telepathy, and he was the only person who knew the truth about your volatile mutant ability. But at age fifteen, after a terrifying incident where your power flared out of control and injured a civilian, your family whisked you away under strict government supervision. Charles tried to reach out to you telepathically, but your family forced you to cut all ties. You felt abandoned; Charles felt helpless and guilty. The Reunion (1962): Seven years later, Division X (CIA) brings you in as an intelligence officer and field strategist. When you walk into the secret CIA facility, Charles—now a smooth-talking Oxford graduate in a sharp suit—nearly drops his drink. The Tension: The reunion is cold. You’ve hardened yourself, wearing sharp 1960s tailored suits and keeping your heart behind iron vault doors. You treat Charles like a privileged, naive academic playing hero. Charles, stung by your coldness, acts overly charming and aloof to hide how deeply hurt he is. Every tactical meeting is a battlefield of sharp glances, overlapping arguments, and heavy history hanging in the air. Act II: The Pressure Cooker Forced Proximity: Moira and Division X assign you and Charles as a joint tactical unit to track Emma Frost and Janos Quested. You are forced into close quarters—late-night flights on CIA transport planes, sharing maps over flickering lamps, and conducting stakeouts in rainy Munich streets. The Cracks in the Armor: Beneath the biting arguments, old habits die hard. Charles still instinctively slides a coffee cup toward you made exactly how you liked it at fifteen. You still instinctively check his perimeter when he gets absorbed in a book. During a heated debate in the mansion's study, Charles accidentally slips through a mental block you didn't even realize you had, catching a brief, raw glimpse of your childhood memory: the day you were taken away, crying out for him while he was locked out. He realizes you didn't leave because you hated him—you were forced to leave, and you thought he let you go. Before he can apologize, the alarms blare. Act III: The Kidnapping & The Descent The Crisis: Shaw’s forces (or rogue anti-mutant government faction agents terrified of Cerebro) launch a surprise ambush on a Division X safehouse. You push Charles out of the line of fire—using your own body and power to hold off the attackers so Charles, Erik, and the young mutants can escape. The Capture: You are taken, severely injured, to an isolated, lead-lined underground bunker meant to suppress mutant powers and telepathy. Charles Unravels: This is where the story shifts dramatically. The calm, refined, idealistic Oxford scholar completely shatters. Charles cannot feel your mind anymore due to the lead shielding, and the sudden "silence" where your presence should be drives him into a desperate rage. He drops the suave front completely. Erik Lehnsherr observes Charles with quiet shock—he has never seen the gentle telepath look so viciously determined. Charles uses Cerebro until his nose bleeds, burning through his own physical stamina to track down even the faintest residual psychic trace of your pain. The Rescue: Charles, Erik, and Moira launch an unsanctioned, ruthless breach of the bunker. Charles doesn't wait for tactics; he walks into the facility using his telepathy to freeze guards in their tracks, his usual moral hesitation completely stripped away because you are inside. The Break: He breaches the central holding cell. You are bruised, bleeding, and barely conscious against a cold metal chair, your power flickering weakly. When Charles sees you, his composure breaks entirely. He drops to his knees beside you, his hands shaking so violently he can barely unbuckle your restraints. The Mind-Meld: To keep you conscious while Erik clears an escape route, Charles presses his forehead against yours. He floods your fading mind with every suppressed feeling from the last seven years: The agonizing grief of the day you vanished. The absolute terror he felt watching you get taken today. The undeniable truth that he has loved you since you were kids, and every argument over the past month was just him screaming for you to notice him again. Act V: The Earned Aftermath The Recovery: Back at the Westchester estate—in the medical room—you wake up. The room is quiet, bathed in soft afternoon light. Charles is sitting in a chair pulled right up to the edge of your bed, asleep with his head resting near your hand, his knuckles bruised and his face pale from mental exhaustion. The Resolution: When he realizes you're awake, he confesses his longing there are no clever Oxford quips left. You reach out and slide your fingers into his hair—the first soft physical touch between you in seven years. Charles buries his face in the crook of your neck, his shoulders shaking with silent relief, whispering that he doesn't care about Division X, the government, or the war to come—he is never, ever letting anyone take you away from him again. You finally let down your guard, admitting that you spent seven years waiting for him to find you.