Work Header

Savin' Me

Chapter Text

Rythm gates wont open up for me.

On these hands and knees I'm groveling on, I reach for you.

Well I'm cerified of these four walls.

These iron bars can't hold my soul and all I need is you.

Come please!

I'm calling.

And oh I scream for you.


I'm fallin'.

I'm fallin'.

Alex sits in his solitary confinement cell, alone, as always. Thinking about how crappy his life is and wonders if there's hope at all for him. It's not like he likes being a prisoner to his own body. He hates it. And he just wants someone to come save him. Take him away from this horrible place and teach him to live. He just wants to live without being scared of what he can do and knowing how dangerous he can be. Is that so much to ask for?

Just as he's thinking this, the door to his confinement cell opens. He looks up, and it's love at first sight. There stood a short man, about his own height, dressed in a nice suit, with short brown hair, and the bluest eyes he's ever seen. He could just drown in them if he could.

And he was smiling at Alex like he actullly meant something in this world. Not just some messed up delinquent kid. They just stare at each other for a few minutes before the taller man speaks to Charles, leaning in too closely for Alex's liking. "Well Charles, aren't you going to introduce us to your new student?"

Alex immediately gets the feeling that he is not going to like the tall man, that looks, and sounds German very much and can't help but glare in his direction.

Show me what it's like.

To be the last one standing.

And teach me wrong from right.

And I'll show you what I can be.

And say it for me, say it to me.

And I'll leave this life behind me.

Say it if it's one thing to me.

Charles shakes his head, as if coming out of a daydream, and nods at Erik.

"Yes of course," he says, stepping further into the confinement cell until he's standing in front Alex, who looks up at him, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. It should be illegal to have eyes that blue and irristable. "Hello Alex. I'm Charles Xavier and this is my friend Erik Lehnsherr. We're here, for lack of a better word, to bail you out," the man called Charles introduces himself and his friend.

But Alex can only remember Charles's name and repeats it like a mantra in his head. Charles. Charles. Charles. Charles. Charles cheeks turn an adorable shade of red, and Alex just wants to take him in his arms and never let him go. Charles caughs akwardly into his fist, looking shyly away.

"You okay?" he asks, speaking for the first time since they entered. Charles nods, turning his attention back down at him. The other man is looking between him and Charles like he thinks something strange is going on here.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Now come home with us Alex Summers. You're free now," Charles says, offering Alex his hand. Alex doesn't hesitate to take it, throwing a nasty look in Erik's direction, who just shrugs it off, as if he couldn't give a shit what Alex thinks about him.

His savior helps him up, and he follows him out of his confinement, and into a new life.

Heavens gates won't open up for me.

With these broken wings.

I'm fallin'.

And all I see is you.

These city walls ain't got no love for me.

I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story.

And oh I scream for you.

Come, please!

I'm callin.'

And all I need from you.

Hurry. I'm fallin'

I'm fallin'

They're in the bunker, and Hank is helping attatch the device to him. Alex suddenly feels Charles's hand right above his ass, caressing the curves of it, and his eyes widen a bit, tilting his chin upwards.

'Like what ya see there Charles?'

'And feel,' Charles replies telepathically, giving his ass cheek an encouraging squeeze before taking his hand back. Alex misses his touch already.

"You know if I do this? Bad things are gonna happen," Alex says, following Charles, side by side, across the bunker and is not really paying too much attention to Charles while the telepath is explaining why they're training. He's too busy admiring Charles's blue eyes, and those too red lips.

Charles raises his eyebrows, catching him staring, and Alex quickly looks away. He doesn't care that Charles just heard everything he thought because it was true. He wants Charles because he's fallen in love with the telepath.

Once they're across the bunker, they turn to face the manikin and Hank on the other side. Charles gives him a smile before walking back across the bunker to Hank, and takes his position on the other side of his current target.

 "All right Alex. Try not to hit me. There's a good chap," Charles says, and Alex's eyes widen a little.

"You're serious?"

Charles nods, "I'm very serious. I've complete and utter faith in you."

Alex takes a moment to concentrate, and then blasts his target into smitherins. He finally feels free for the first time in his life, and he smiles, laughing in releif. He raises his arms in triumph over his head, still smiling.

'Well done Alex. I knew you could do it,' Charles congratulates him, smiling, and nods. Alex continues to smile, nodding with ecception back. He then crosses the bunker in a few quick strids, enveloping his Professor in a big bear hug.

"Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me. I love you!" he confesses his love, kissing his savior then and there, missing Hank's widening with shock eyes and his hasty retreat. Charles starts to kiss him back, running his hands up his arms, until they reach his shoulders.

The telepath stops suddenly, pushing him gently away.

"I'm sorry Alex. But we can't. You're my student."

Alex feels his heart plummet. He pulls away, still holding Charles at arms length.

"I don't care."

Charles sighs, raising a hand, and smooths his fingers through Alex's blonde hair.

"I'm too old for you. You'll find someone else," Charles tries to reassure him, turning to leave.

"I don't want someone else. I just want you," he calls after him.

Charles stops halfway across the room, giving him an 'I'm sorry' expression.

'I'm sorry Alex,' he says with his mind, leaving Alex standing there alone in the bunker. Always alone.

Was he that unlovable?

Show me what it's like.

To be the last one standing.

And teach me wrong from right.

And I'll show you what I can be.

And say it for me, say it to me.

And I'll leave this life behind me.

Say it if it's one thing to me.


I'm fallin.