Title: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

A/N: So I saw Xmen twice now and Charles and Erik are soooo badass it's not even funny. Anyway this is my first and hopefully not last Xmen fanfiction. I haven't written fanfiction for perhaps a year or two now and I'm probably gonna need a beta to check my chapters for grammatical, perhaps plot and historical errors. Also to help me decide if my ideas would be good enough. So volunteer through PM please?

This is a WIP…I already know the beginning and end (but the end could change huh?) It's gonna have angst, fluff, and Erik/Charles all around so be warned.

Oh and it's Dark!Charles because he is one unaware BAMF.

Disclaimer: I don't own XMen sadly and the title is from a Smashing Pumpkins song. Read and Review away please. Criticism is welcomed and only shapes me to be a better writer.

Prologue

Charles Xavier had a plan.

He always had a plan.

This was a risky one that he wasn't sure was going to work.

But if it did it would be well worth it.

During the past week of training and getting ready for the final battle with Shaw; Charles could not help but feel concerned about Erik's state of mind. He was so full of hate and anger that Charles felt like he himself would choke on it. He could not even imagine how someone could live day to day with all that history on his shoulders. So after he was able to help unlock a bigger portion of Erik's power with the satellite the Professor brainstormed on his own ability. Instead of infiltrating Erik's mind and masking the pain, the hate, and the irrational thoughts could he himself take on some of that burden? This theory only came about for when he unlocked one of Erik's childhood memories he was still able to hold on to that very feeling of the boy and his mother. Charles still felt the clench in his heart and the tears burning in his eyes when he thought about it. This did not work on everyone's mind he had access to…they were mostly in the moment lingerings as far as he knew.

He walked down the corridor to Erik's room well aware that the metal manipulator wasn't anymore near sleep than he was. Guilt crept up and sat in his stomach like a stone. There were only two people in this world he promised he wouldn't violate their mind at least without permission and that was Raven and Erik.

"For the good of the cause" the young professor whispered as he lingered outside of Erik's bedroom door. He closed his eyes and he could see through the other door that Erik was sitting on his bed leaning against the headboard levitating a coin. It spun around and around in a lazy circle. Charles opened his eyes and uttered a command. "Sleep"

He turned the knob opened the door and slipped inside the room quietly even though Erik would be in a deep sleep and everyone else was as well. Erik now lay in an awkward position on the bed his coin now abandoned on the bed sheet. Charles eyed the coin. The object that started it all. The telepath walked over and sat on the bed taking the coin into his own hand. It was still warm from where Erik had been clutching it. Charles could already feel the history radiating off of it. He could almost see young Erik with outstretched hands trying to move it while his mother stood behind him held by guards. Shaw pointing the gun at her…he involuntarily jumped when he heard the gunshot and was brought back to the present.

Erik deserved a chance at happiness and redemption.

A clean slate.

Charles would enter Erik's mind and play it off as only a dream unaware that he was about to create a nightmare.