Since you had met Charles Xavier he had done his best to help you learn to control your powers but they were dangerous and you had no control at all over them when you first met him. You could form and manipulate fire, well that was what you were supposed to be able to do.

Actually your powers really only worked in random spurts, such as the time you set fire to the table cloth due to you sneezing. Or the time that you decided Erik would look better without eyebrows due to too much laughing.

Today Charles decided to take you into the bunker to attempt to control your powers. If it was able to keep Alex's powers contained, yours wouldn't be too hard to control.

Charles stood by your side armed with an extinguisher just in case things were to go awry.

"Okay I need you to let go. Let your powers find their full potential. Try to channel it towards the mannequins," he explained.

"Are you sure? I cannot control them. I don't know how to," you whispered.

"I don't expect you to control them. Once you know the full extent of your powers, you can learn to control them," he smiled encouragingly, "now when you are ready."

You turned back to the mannequin bracing yourself for what was about to happen. You went to start with your mutation, but realised how close Charles was stood to you. Turning back to him, you raised an eyebrow warning him to move. He took several hesitant steps away from you.

Looking at the mannequin, you let go. You tried to focus on the hunk of plastic in front of you, but it was a futile attempt. Flames shot from across your body into all directions. The energy it tore from you, caused high levels of pain making you scream out. Over your screams and the loud crackling of flames you could hear Charles shouting to you but the words were a blur.

"Breath," Charles' soft tone spoke from inside your head.

"It'll be okay Y/N. I know that you can do this. Just be calm my love," he said calmly.

You weren't sure how he could always seem to be in control and never be fearful, but you did appreciate that one person in your relationship had some form of control. His voice calmed you slightly lessening the flames protruding from your skin.

"Well done my love. Just focus on my voice. You're doing well," he continued.

After a few more reassuring comments from him you were finally back in control, so he could extinguish all the other flames that lingered around you.

"Thank you Charles," you smiled softly.

Charles walked over to you wrapping his arms around you.

"Any time my love."

You let out a sigh. However with the sigh calm flames from your palms. Instantly you pulled away from him as he let out a cry of pain and you screamed in shock.

"I am sorry Charles. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you," you exclaimed clamping your hands over your mouth.

"It's fine Y/N. Please help me to the first aid kit."

You hesitantly wrapped an arm around his middle avoiding the visible burn marks, and helped him hobble into the kitchen. Luckily they had realised this was a likely occurrence so had stocked up with burn ointment.

He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, allowing you to assist in peeling off his shirt. You lathered his back in the ointment as carefully as you could. You had become used to treating burns, you couldn't receive them, but to help people you accidentally injured you had learnt what to do.

After you put the dressing over them, you leaned down to kiss his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Charles. I don't know how to control my mutation," you whispered.

Slowly he turned around, wincing slightly. He lifted his hands to rest against your cheeks.

"Everyone lacks control at first. I am going to help you Y/N, and together we shall work towards getting you in control. But until then do not apologise. I shall always love you no matter these silly incidents," he smiled, leaning in to press his lips firmly to yours.

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Written by Charlotte.

Requested by GrayceMacD and