Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?
Warnings: Angst maybe? definitely, injuries, near death experience, violence, attempted rape, mentions of torture, death
A/N: Here we go! I think there’s gonna be maybe 2 more parts, as I’ve finally figured out how I think I want to end it. Thank you all so much for your patience and for loving this so much.
You sat there at your grandmother’s kitchen table. Your head resting in your hand. You were sitting there going over the growing kemo bills that cost $1,300 a treatment. That was $1,300 times five so far. You sighed, you were swimming in debt due to these treatments.
You nursed a drink in your other hand as you sat there helpless and feeling so alone.
Your grandmother had went to bed at this point, it was late into the night and it was the only time you ever decided to worry about these types of things around the house. You didn’t want her to see you upset and feeling lost and alone.
Bringing the glass up to your lips feeling the liquid burn going down your throat you heard a knock on the front door.
Sighing you pushed yourself up from the table and guessed who it was knocking at your door this late at night. Checking the peep hole before opening the door, you had guessed right when you seen the sunglasses and tanned skin.
“What do you want?”
You asked upon opening the door. Shades looked at you for a moment before he removed his sungalsses which was something he hardly ever did even around you.
“Can I come inside?”
He asked. You noticed the way he looked at you. It wasn’t his normal pissed off look that he seemed to have taken as his normal expression.
“Sure, but be quiet, grandma’s sleeping upstairs.”
You told him as you moved out of the way allowing him inside before you shut the door behind Shades as he entered your grandmother’s place. Locking the door back before you turned to look at him, you noticed that he was taking in the environment around him.
Your grandmother’s home was that of any other typical old woman’s place. The statues and figures of people and animals decorated the hallways and rooms. Doilies placed on every surface. Pictures of family hanging from the walls.
That seemed to be what Shades currently had his eyes trained on was a picture of you and him that hung in the hallway beside the kitchen door.
“I remember this.”
He said speaking up with a slight smile coming to his lips. It suprised you when he turned to look at you with a soft gaze for once as he started to reminisce.
“This was back in Charming right before I got patched over. You told me that you wanted to learn to ride yourself and you wanted me to teach you.”
“But we ended up fucking on your bike in your garage instead.”
You finished walking around him. Shades just smirked and showed his pearly whites.
“Yeah. Yeah we did.”
He said following you into the kitchen.
“Why are you here? It’s late and I need to get to bed.”
You told him cleaning up the bills from the hospital. He was silent and the only noise you heard was a large wad of cash hitting the table and papers startling you slightly from the noise.
You looked at it wide-eyed as you reached out slowly and looked at it. There was a lot here and it was all in hundreds.
“That should be enough.”
You heard him tell you from behind. You snapped out of your gaze holding the large sum of money as you turned to look at him.
“I know that Maggie has cancer. Back when Mariah had you being followed they seen you taking her to the hospital. I looked into why you’d be going and pulled up her hospital documents.”
He told you seeing your shocked expression. You honestly couldn’t believe you were hearing this correctly.
“I also know that you’ve been struggling to make payments. Thirteen thousand each treatment, you make nine an hour working for Mariah, there’s no way you’re paying them on that money.”
You bit your bottom lip as you looked back to the money. You had an idea of where it had come from, you weren’t stupid you knew it was dirty money.
“Why? You don’t have to do this you know.”
You told him looking from the money back over to him. In one stride he was almost nose to nose with you. You tensed up when he slid some hair out of your face.
His fingers skimming across your skin as they moved across your cheek and down to your jaw. He turned your chin up to make you look up at him as you were trapped between the table and his chest.
“Because, like it or not [Name], you’re still my girl.”
He spoke making his voice deep and sensual causing a tingle going down your spine. You looked up into those deep brown eyes and felt your heart skip a beat.
This was Juice. This was your Ol'man. This was Juan Carlos Ortiz.
And these were his lips that fell upon yours in a deep and hungry kiss.