wedonot | SIXTY FOUR ✖ SPAM & VIDEO

[Spam for Erik, slightly backdated]

[Charles is sitting in a comfortable chair in his room, flipping through a new biology book he'd recently discovered in the library, and while he should be focused on what he's reading, he's not, and he hasn't been for a long time, which is entirely the fault of the other occupant of the room.

Erik's been quiet, and for a while Charles had been attributing that to the fact that they were both focusing on the books they were flipping through, but there was definitely something... off about him that he can't quite put his finger on. There's almost always at least a slight telepathic connection between the two of them these days, and usually it was handy to point out different things in the texts without having to get up and show the other, but Erik's just. Quiet. And he's been fidgety, like he has a bad headache or didn't get enough sleep the night before, which is sort of strange too, considering the other mutant usually liked to keep a lid on when things like that were bothering him.

Finally, he can't take it anymore and puts the book aside entirely, staring at his friend and just coming out with the question.]

What's wrong?

[Notice that he's not giving you opportunity here to say that you're fine, because something is definitely wrong, and you are going to fess up about it. :|]

[Private to Spock, backdated to after Sulu's announced that he's back]

I hope this isn't a bad time- [Although from his tone, this is serious fucking business and he doesn't really care if he's interrupting anything right now because asldkjsdglj!!!!!] Have you spoken to Erik or Anya since you've arrived back on the Barge?

[Private to Anya]

We need to talk.

[Like. Right this second. Spoilers: you're grounded. :|]

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[He shrugs, feeling more helpless than he's comfortable with.] She grabbed me. There was - she wanted the truth of things. [He presses his fingers into his eyebrows for a moment, then looks up at Charles again.]

You don't think she did something? [Accidentally; he's sure of that. He was in her mind, too.]

[He does. He definitely, definitely does, but he doesn't know if she did it on purpose, and she doesn't know what she did, either. He'd been too panicked to really get a good look at it in some ways.

He puts his book aside and gets up, carefully walking over to his friend and slowly extended a hand.]

May I?

[Another nod, because panic is catching and he's trying very hard to quarantine his own. So he says nothing, just turns in his chair toward Charles.]

[He sends a gentle wave of calm almost absently, because he doesn't want Erik to panic, he just wants him to be alright even though he doesn't know what's wrong, and he gently puts the pads of his fingers to Erik's temple, carefully opening the connection again.

That sense of wrong is definitely still there, and he's not sure what it is. It doesn't feel like the same blankness that comes with memory erasure, or like he's got a concussion or a tumor or anything, but there's definitely some sort of psychic bruise there, or something... else, and he doesn't know how to fix it.

He's scared. He's definitely scared, because it doesn't seem like something major, but he doesn't know what it is, either.

He slowly pulls back, dropping his hand to his side, but keeping the telepathic connection, wanting to reassure Erik, or maybe just himself.]

Do you know who she exchanged abilities with?

[Erik shrugs, and with that connection he tries to reassure Charles, too. A headache could be anything. Anything.

He reaches up, brushes the tips of his ears briefly.]

Her ears were pointed.

Spock. [Who'd vanished. Suddenly he felt himself resisting the urge to bolt to the infirmary or find Kirk and ask them what the hell might have caused this. If they'd even know.]

You should probably lie down for a while.

I'll be all right, Charles. [He's saying it for his friend as much as for himself, but he nods.] Maybe some rest will help.

Maybe. [He's still not sure, and he irrationally doesn't want to let Erik out of his sight until he finds out what's going on. At least he knows it's sort of irrational.] Do you need me to get you anything?

No, no. [He pushes his chair back and stands, tapping his head lightly. It's a little irrational, because Charles is almost always with him.] I'll be fine. I'll come round again in an hour or two.

Alright. [He sends a brush of affection and reassurance, weaving the connection a little tighter.] I'll be here.

[But he was going to go to the library and infirmary while Erik rested, because he was not letting this go.]

[For which Erik is grateful, and he thinks vaguely that he ought to contact Anya, but for now he's actually planning on a nap as he heads for the door.]

[Charles lets him go, trying not to let on that he's already got a plan of action for dealing with this brewing, because he's already shown him way too much fear and concern over something that definitely wasn't nothing, but might not be something serious.

Still, once Erik's lying down and comfortable, the telepath is gently soothing his friend's mind and doing what he can for the pain. It isn't much, but he should be able to sleep now, and sleep comfortably.]

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