Liesel stretched out her legs and yawned quietly. She had somehow managed to drift off to sleep, looking tentatively out of the window she shuddered at the sight of water and looked away, only to peek up and over her seat, she rolled her eyes and look deadpanned at Erik. "What?"

"Nothing," he replied quietly while turning away and looking up at the ceiling.

Liesel pressed her lips into a thin line. Seeing him so motionless was weird, the only time Erik ever seemed to stop was when he was thinking deeply over something. Frowning she shifted and moved from her seat opposite Charles, and sat down by his side, this action caused him to look at her oddly. So far she had made it a rather obvious thing to not want to be near him. "I've been thinking," Liesel said while crossing her arms over jumper, she'd used her jacket as a pillow earlier on and it still sat abandoned in her previous seat. Tilting her head, she looked up at him, Erik looked down at her curiously. "We were friends once."

"Just friends?"

"Don't push it," Liesel said, promptly ridding that smirk off of his face. She shook her head, "We were a something, though I'm not sure what that something was. And as much as I am certain this is going to come back to haunt me," Liesel inhaled deeply and held a hand up to him. Erik looked dubious, yet slipped his hand into hers. His hand easily enveloped hers, yet Liesel didn't seem to pay any mind to how small her hand was in his, unlike him. "You're very tiring to fight against, so truce?"

"Truce." Erik shook her hand gently, Liesel slipped her hand out from his and nodded slowly. Seeing as how she had said all that she had planned, she stood and moved away from him. Erik frowned and watched as she made her way to the cockpit to see how Hank was doing.

"She'll come to regret that," Erik looked over the seats and looked to Charles. He moved away from leaning against his hand and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Because you've been a brilliant friend to her?"

Charles frowned, "This isn't about who was the better friend; this is about the fact that you two being even remotely together will end in disaster. Need I remind you how the last time ended?"

"You're jumping to conclusions, Charles."

He snorted out laughter and shook his head sadly. "I'm not, I know you, and I know full well that if you hurt her you'll have more than just her sister gunning for you."

"You too?" Erik quipped, he wouldn't be surprised, he did get attached to people very quickly. But it was also very laughable, Charles right now was as powerless as her sister. Erik wasn't threatened by humans. They couldn't do anything to him, Charles right now, could do literally nothing. Throw a punch here and there, that's about it.

Charles smiled slowly and looked back out of the window. "Oh I don't think I'll get a look in when you've got several warehouses full of mutants coming for you if you hurt her. They're indebted, even if she has never asked for anything in return, I am certain that if they caught wind of you being at fault for her being even remotely harmed; they will come for you, and there's no doubt about that."

As annoying as it was, both Hank and Liesel sat in the cockpit and listened to the argument, it was awkward as well as annoying. She turned her head and looked to Hank, he briefly glanced at her and together they both sighed. "We honestly can't leave them alone for too long, I think they will kill each other." Liesel said sadly with a shake of her head.

"They won't," Hank said while catching the look Liesel sent his way, "Will they?"

"Didn't Charles already punch him?" Liesel asked, she had briefly heard that snippet.

"Yeah, but that's some escalation, Liesel." Hank said with a frown, she mumbled something under her breath and quickly realised that this was the worse place for her to sit. All she could see was the endless blue green of the sea. Inhaling deeply she straightened up in her chair and gripped onto her crossed arms. "Are you okay?" Hank had noticed her sudden shift in character.

Liesel nodded slowly, "I just...never did good with water..." Liesel smiled stiffly and decided to sit sideward and look at Hank. The two fell into comfortable silence then, Liesel could feel her mind slowly drifting off, and she was more than prepared to go to sleep but she was lurched back to reality with the sound of raised voices and groans of metal.

"Hang on," Hank looked at her and tried pulling the jet up.

Liesel swallowed thickly and could feel her heart rate pick up and her breathing hitch. They were definitely going to crash. Standing up she managed to clutch onto the door for dear life and look back into the cabin. "Erik!" She shouted over the sounds of the controls beeping and the continuation of metal crunching. "Stop this!" Even Hank looked over his shoulder and shouted at him to stop, he seemed in mind to ignore them both. Liesel frowned and managed to move forwards until she was clinging onto the chair by Charles's side. "I think I speak for all people present when I say shut the hell up, and stop making us dive-bomb!" Erik shot her a look which Liesel easily responded to. "I get it, you're angry, but then, what's new? Please, Erik, please stop this..." Liesel said in a rather scared tone as the jet continued to lurch about. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut, though they tightened even more as the jet did dip only to right itself. She yelped and lost her footing only to fall along the aisle from this action, it was singlehandedly one of the scariest things that had happened to her as of late. She was more than confused though when she was easily hoisted up and held onto tightly. She had buried her face in her hands, she didn't want to watch them fall and plummet to their demise, she didn't honestly want to see that coming. 

"Angel, Azazel, Emma, Banshee. Mutant brothers and sisters, all dead!" A voice rumbled angrily in her ears, Liesel gasped and looked up from her hands. Out of all people to have helped her, why did it have to be Erik? They actually seemed to be the only two who were managing to stay upright. To be honest, without his arm firmly around her waist, Liesel was sure she'd be on the floor still. "Then there's the countless hundreds who were experimented on! Out of all of us here, the only one who seems to fully know the extent of what's happened is Liesel, and even then she didn't want to see that stuff." Erik said seriously, Liesel went to say something only to get a look sent down at her. She shut up then. Hanging her head she let out another whine as more metal seemed to crumple and dent. "Where were you, Charles? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you? Hiding! You, Hank...pretending to be something you're not!" Erik shouted angrily while narrowing his eyes at Charles, he had struggled to keep himself upright by holding onto nearby seats. He looked as angry as Erik from the words he exclaimed. "You abandoned us all!" Erik tried his hardest to calm down, if only to right the plane and cease its falling descent.

Opening her eyes, Liesel looked up as Charles sent one last dark look in Erik's direction before turning and walking into the cockpit, he slammed the door and the cabin fell silent. Liesel hit Erik on the chest, he looked down at her with a frown. "Why do you have to be so cruel?!" She shouted at him and tugged against his arm. "Let me go!" Reaching down Liesel held onto his wrist and shocked him, if he wasn't going to let go on his own, then she'd make him let her go. Erik managed to shift away from her while shaking his arm, trying desperately to rid it of the sudden cramping feeling. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she looked at him sadly with scared eyes. Turning she walked off towards the cockpit. She managed to open the door and shut it again.

"You're doing a brilliant job at trying to win her back." Logan commented from the back of the cabin, he sat himself back down slowly and watched as Erik tensed and looked over his shoulder at him before turning and looking at him fully.

"I'm not doing anything of the sort."

Logan scoffed, "Who are you trying to kid? You or me? You followed her around that warehouse like a lost puppy. You even look at her with a look of slight desperation, which quite frankly is so alien and border lining terrifying. Who are you, exactly?"

Erik tilted his head, he opted to ignore all of that. Even if Logan was perhaps right, in some regard. But no way was Erik traipsing around like a lost puppy. "So, I take it we're best buddies in the future?"

Logan rummaged in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a cigar. Taking to lighting it, he stuck it in between his lips and looked to Erik, he let out a dry laugh and shook his head slowly. "I spent a lot of years trying to put you down, bub."

"How's that work out for you?" Erik asked genuinely curious as he glanced to the cockpit when Liesel reappeared, she shot him a look before moving past and sitting back down. She picked up her bag and produced a file to read over. He looked down at the file trying to see what it was about, yet looked up when Logan let out an awkward cough. Erik glared his way when Logan smirked, his earlier words clearly were correct to some extent which caused him to look slightly smug.

His smugness dropped though as he shook his head. "You're like me. You're a survivor."

Liesel knelt up and crossed her arms on the back of the chair in front of her. She smiled, it was an awkward looking smile, but one nonetheless. Logan looked at her curiously, "Surviving is relatively hard unless you're doing it for a reason."

"What's your reason?" Logan asked curiously while she smiled his way, a happy smile and not strained at all.

"My sister! I don't have any other family, that I know of...if there's one person to live for, it's her, so we're not split up again." Liesel pouted and traced circles on the chair. "Then everyone else..." She whispered with a small nod.

"They're good reasons," Logan said, Liesel looked up and nodded before slinking back down into her seat. She leaned her back against the wall and stretched her legs out on the seat beside her. He nodded and looked back to Erik, "Clean this shit up," Liesel peeked over the file and watched as Erik actually did as he was asked with a despondent, simmering angry look. Peeking over the seat again she grinned down at Logan and gave him a thumbs up, Logan smirked and exhaled smoke while looking out of the window. He honestly didn't know how the two fitted together as a possible couple, and really, he didn't want to know.

Naturally, when things on the jet took another slight turn for the worst an hour or so later, Erik was the first to get shouted at. He had been spending his time looking out of the window; watching the slowly setting sun, the sky getting turned to a warm pink and orange as the clouds thinned out and dissipated, he was not doing anything. As far as he knew: he didn't even have powers which could subconsciously kick in, if he did...then sure, he could possibly be at fault; but was he at fault for things blinking and beeping? No. He wasn't the one able to interfere with electronics and things of that nature.

That was on Liesel. And as of right this minute, she wasn't in this cabin. She'd gone and shut herself off in the back cabin which was used for storage and food and drink. After his rather cruelly spoken words to Charles, it seemed like she was putting the whole distance thing back into practice. Any progress which was oddly made in the space of this small flight already, was now evidently tarnished and forgotten about. 

Erik was certain their earlier truce was put to naught as well. Truce? No, that was clearly something which Liesel had spoken for the sake of clearing the awkward atmosphere. It had worked until the earlier argument with Charles, though Erik guessed he couldn't call it an argument seeing as how he was doing the talking. Regardless, Liesel was in the back shut away doing who knew what. She'd taken her bag and file with her, Erik guessed she went off to work, which was fine, but then things clearly weren't going too well. Or something was happening.

"Erik-!"

"It isn't me," he replied bluntly to Hank, he could only just see the younger male look over his shoulder and glare at him. Charles didn't spare a look, and Logan stayed silent too; though he did physically tense from the on off blinking lights. Clearly someone wasn't a flyer. Standing up he moved into the aisle and walked to the back. No one else seemed in mind to see what was going on. If this kept up Liesel was likely to do more damage than what Erik ever could.

Pausing outside of the door, Erik glanced at Logan, he was nearer, why couldn't he have just checked on her? From the smug look on the Canadian's face, Erik guessed he was getting some satisfaction out of him proving his earlier words to be somewhat founded. Rolling his eyes Erik moved into the room, already he could hear the quiet somber sounds of whines and unhappy noises. The lights flickered in here, Erik looked up before looking down.

Liesel was laying, head against her crossed arms on the table in front of her. Papers made a rather pathetic pillow too, but she was laying on some too. The contents of the file were strewn about. Taking a moment, Erik turned a piece of paper around and narrowed his eyes at the scribbled writing. Clearly she was writing in a hurry; yet the information was about Trask and all that. His eyes looked up slowly when a saddened look flitted onto her face and she tried to bury her face in her arms. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly and she frowned worriedly as she sighed sadly and twitched; she tried to curl in on herself, only for the table to prohibit that, and the lights to flicker at the same time. 

Erik thought she had grown out of this. Reaching out he shook her by the shoulder. She merely whimpered and shuffled more into the chair. Trying again he couldn't help but let out a pained noise when Liesel sat bolt upright, shot her hands his way and he went shuttling off to the side. He impacted heavily against the cupboards attached to the walls, the sheer power which shot through him was still travelling through him even as someone suddenly appeared by his side.

Straining his eyes to open, Erik looked to Liesel, "Why did you do that?" She whispered and looked up as Logan seemed to have got his attention caught by the sudden ruckus. He merely looked at the pair before rolling his eyes and sitting back down with a bored expression. Charles didn't even pay any mind to them, though he did slightly smirk at the thought of Erik's lone attempt at caring to wind up with him getting hurt.

"You're interfering with the controls." Erik said while pushing away from the wall and stretching slowly. He suddenly ached a lot more than he did ten minutes ago. His muscles cramped painfully from the sudden movement, he decided to stay sitting leaning against the wall until the moment passed.

Liesel shot him a look, "Es tut mir leid." She apologised quietly in a sarcastic tone.

Erik frowned, "Don't start."

Her eyes narrowed at him, yet she slowly smirked. "I think whatever was started, was finished when you went smacking into that wall." Liesel said while nodding up and then smiling at him.

Erik shut his eyes and rested his head back, sighing he looked down at her, "You still have nightmares?" He decided to ask instead, Liesel tensed and looked disdainfully to the side. He got the feeling he hit a raw nerve, but then she always had suffered. It wasn't like it was a new thing. Both of them were aware to this sleeping trait. Yet Liesel looked almost embarrassed that she still got them. Not that Erik's dreams were particularly peaceful.

"They come and go." Was her thoughtful response. "They will never go forever, no? I'll always have them, for as long as I live, it is a curse." Liesel said while picking at her jumper sleeves.

"What was this one about?"

"Erik, talking never helped, you know this."

"It sometimes did." He pointed out while she looked defeated to the side, "Shaw?"

Liesel frowned, "Nein, no, not him."

"Who?"

"Does it have to be someone?"

Erik smiled awkwardly, "It usually is."

Liesel shuffled about and sat next to him, he watched her with a curious look. She stretched her legs out in front of herself, much like him. Placing her hands in her lap she smiled, "It is this whole end of the world thing. My mind likes to conjure up images of fire and death and robots...it is gruesome. I've never particularly handled death well...who does?" Though she guardedly looked at him, Erik frowned even more. Only because death and him crossed paths, didn't mean he was totally well equipped to handling it. He just usually turned the feelings death bought into anger, and that fuelled whatever fight he was involved in. "Coupled with Trask."

"You said you saw some of them?" Erik questioned.

"Angel had her wings torn off." Liesel wasn't even going to hold back on those details. It was disgusting. She had found the dark haired woman laying in a morgue like space, other dead mutants were around her. But her wings had been removed, where they were, she didn't know. She didn't like Angel, but even she didn't deserve that fate. Erik's eyes widened slowly before narrowing and looking spitefully to the wall opposite. Even from this position he could spy the darkening sky. "It is funny," Erik shot Liesel a look. He did not know how any of this could be considered funny. "There is always one, isn't there, hm? From the ashes there always arises something..." Liesel shut her eyes and sighed quietly. "There will always be someone like this. It is asking too much to rid the world of madmen. Just takes slightly madder people to put them down and stop them."

"Speak for yourself," Erik said, raising an eyebrow and looking down at her with a faint smile.

"You're the most insane one on board," Liesel smirked. She yawned quietly and waved a hand his way. "You know, my dad used to say that it was the ones who showed the most anger who were usually the ones who cared the most? It's a raw passion sort of thing, you can't force feelings like that."

"What are you getting at?" Erik frowned down at her, not entirely following where she was going with this.

Liesel snapped her gaze to him. "You care too much, and that's what makes you dangerous. So as such, that can make you mad; feeling too much can hurt, take it from Charles, you two are too similar, still. But, it is also a driving force," Liesel leaned closer and smirked up at him. "That is why I know you're likely to screw all of this up for a waylaid reason. I know you, and I know when you're plotting, you're trying to find a loop hole. Fine, I can't comment. You find a loop hole out of this and leave us alone to clean up this mess." Liesel said while pushing herself to stand and move back into the main cabin.

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Edited: 13/June/2019

Reedited: 25/August/2021