ELEANOR WATCHED HER finger slowly circle the rim of her glass. It had only been three hours since Erik almost crashed their plane and he had been quite persistent that they talk, but she was in no mood to discuss things with him. She didn't see any more purpose in doing so. Their conversation would probably just end up in argument.

The brunette thought about her next plans after they change history tomorrow. What should she do after? Obviously, she had to find another job, but what kind? She was absolutely sure that she wasn't going back to her old company. She had enough working with arrogant employers. Maybe it was time to go back to teaching? She was a teacher before she worked as a project coordinator. After all, it was what she had become in the future. Logan told her earlier that she was inspirational. Eleanor wanted that. She wanted to be able to make an impact in a child's life. Maybe she'll be able to do that in Charles' school?

"That's your third glass already." noted Charles as he sat down in front of her, looking calm but still on edge.

"How perceptive of you." Eleanor retorted, not looking up at him. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. I just thought you might want some company."

She lifted her head, raising an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I'd want it from you?"

Charles exhaled, clearly taken aback from her response. He was about to get up from his seat when Eleanor stopped him. "Sit down and stay there." She then sipped her drink. "Please."

Hearing this, the English man nodded, shifting once in his seat. Eleanor briefly smiled, setting aside her glass. "I apologize for my behavior. So, um," She sighed. "How are you feeling? I assume this must all be quite hard for you."

"It is." Charles cleared his throat. "Seeing Erik and Valerie again... it just brings back so many memories."

Eleanor nodded. "You and Valerie had some history together. I know the feeling."

The English man furrowed his eyebrows for a moment and then chortled. "Sometimes I forget you're a telepath like I once was." He took a casual swig of his drink. "You know, I honestly still cannot believe we married each other... or will be." admitted Charles.

She grinned. "Don't worry, I do too. In Logan's future, we even had a son and a grandchild. I haven't asked him what they look like or what their mutations are."

"This still feels all so surreal."

Eleanor wet her lips and stared at the man in front of her. Her eyes then roamed around, observing how tight his dress shirt clung to him. It flexed the muscles in his arms and chest. She looked away before he could notice her staring. "You once mentioned a sister. What's her name?"

"Raven."

The brunette tilted her head to the side, looking inside Charles' mind. She saw a beautiful blonde-haired girl and it matched the one she had once met before. "Raven? She's your sister?"

"You know her?"

"Yeah, she was with Erik when they stumbled upon my cabin."

"How coincidental." Charles commented, wetting his bottom lip. "How was she?"

Eleanor was about to answer his question when they heard a loud screech from Logan's area. "What?" yelled Valerie. "You're telling me I'm Erik's wife in the future? How was that even fucking possible?"

Charles and Eleanor shared a glance and tried to hide their laughter. She had already expected this kind of reaction from Valerie. It was almost similar to her reaction when she discovered she ended up with Charles. Eleanor watched Valerie slump in her seat, a sad smile forming in her lips. It was evident that Valerie wasn't happy with the outcome of her future and Eleanor understood this. Hearing that you didn't end up with the one you love was indeed heartbreaking.

The brunette's gaze turned to Erik, observing his response to what he had just heard. Although he didn't say anything, Eleanor knew just from his body language that he didn't like what he just learned. His lips were pursed tight and his hand curled into a fist.

Her eyes fell on how his finger that was slowly circling the rim of his glass. His fingers, those hands that always moved with such dexterity in everything. Eleanor remembered how his hands held her tight every time they were together. Those lips... oh, she was then brought back to the nights they would kiss fervently and end up rolling in the sheets.

Time had wore down the man in front of her. The lines on his face were an indication of his weariness. The lighting in the plane accentuated his features, made him look more desirable than ever.

Eleanor averted her gaze to avoid being caught. She swallowed and returned to Charles, snatching her glass and downing it one gulp. "Tell me something about you. Anything." demanded the woman. She needed a distraction right now.

"I, uh," he started, a bit confused. Charles blinked for a few times before telling her a story about his childhood. Thank fuck for his quick adapting.

With Charles entertaining storytelling, Eleanor's thoughts about Erik were washed away. She even didn't notice they had been talking for hours. He was very attentive and there was something else about him that was just pulling her in. It was like he was so familiar to her. Something about them was familiar. Eleanor cackled with laughter as she listened to the man's story about his college days.

"I cannot believe you did that!"

Charles shrugged. "I did what I had to do."

"Having fun, I see?"

Eleanor and Charles turned to see Erik standing beside them, his face not showing any emotion. The woman tipped her glass to the man in front of her. "Oh, Charles here was just entertaining me with his ridiculous activities in the past, isn't that right?"

"How nice." Erik clenched his jaw and sighed. "Fancy a game, Charles? It's been a while." He lifted his chess board, showing it to him.

"And that," The brunette stood up from her seat. "is my cue to leave. Thank you for gracing me with your delightful presence, Charles. I look forward to having more engaging conversations with you."

"Me too."

Eleanor started to move away, but not before Erik blocking her way. "Eleanor."

She stared up at him, coldly. His eyes were silently pleading and it took everything in her to not easily soften up. "Fine," she acquiesced. "After you talk with him, come to me." And with that, she pushed him away, sitting in another seat.

As soon as she settled herself, she caught sight of the other woman in the plane, Valerie, sitting down at the other seat. "I can't believe I married Erik." blurted out the fair brunette.

Eleanor smirked. "I can't believe I married Charles."

"Why?" They both asked simultaneously as they stared at one another before bursting into laughter.

"Are we still going to end up like that?" Valerie leant back on her seat, fiddling with her thumbs.

"I don't know. I don't want to think about it." Eleanor truly didn't want to. The more she thought about it, the more she came to terms with it. She observed outside her window, watching the misty clouds. Soon, her eyelids felt heavy and her mind was heavily occupied with sleep. She just wanted to rest and hoped that when she woke up, things will be better.

However, that wasn't the case.

The first thing Eleanor felt was a warm cloth covering the upper half of her body and a very familiar musky scent filled her nostrils. She looked down to see a brown jacket wrapped around her. Frowning, she lifted it up to examine it.

"You looked peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you." Erik suddenly voiced out behind her, offering her a cup of coffee. The beverage was still hot like he had already estimated when she would wake up. She took it from him and murmured her thanks.

"How was your sleep?" He asked, his attention solely focused on her.

Eleanor shifted in her seat, letting the jacket slide down from her. "Good."

"I want us to talk."

"You have five minutes. Starting now."

He sighed and ran his finger through his hair, exhausted. "I'm sorry, Eleanor. I'm sorry for leaving you all alone. I truly am."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"I was coming home to you that day. I told myself that after I save the president, I'll -- "

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows. "Save the president? Why would you save him?"

"He was one of us, El. He was a mutant as well."

Eleanor felt her insides twist and she took a sharp intake of breath. "Oh, my god."

He then leant forward, placing his hand above her own on the table. He squeezed it lightly, staring right through her. "I was supposed to return to you that day, El. I was planning to leave it all behind and settle down with you, but I was blamed for the president's assassination."

He was telling the truth. Eleanor knew it. Erik never lied to her. His eyes said it all. The woman felt her heart beat wildly as she realized he was ready to turn away from his ambitions of world domination. "Really?" She mumbled under her breath.

He nodded.

"That's all what I was waiting for, Erik." whispered Eleanor. "We are indeed the superior race. We are the better men, but it isn't enough motive to decimate the entire human race."

"I was right when I said they will come for us, Eleanor. They used Raven's DNA to create the very weapons that will wipe us all out fifty years from now."

"They used her DNA?" She gasped and a moment later, shook her head. "But, that's going to change tomorrow. If we stop her from killing Trask, then they won't be able to capture her and we're done. The world will not see us as the enemies."

She continued, nodding. Raven's assassination of Trask led the humans to believe that mutants should be gone. "This is it, Erik." She stared up at him, putting her other hand above their joined hands. "We can show them a better path. We can show them that we are not dangerous."

Erik faintly smiled as he asked another question. "Is he still alive?"

Eleanor tilted her head to the side, reading his mind. He was pertaining to the driver who crashed his car into her years ago. "Why wouldn't he be?" She paused, frowning and then her expression changed. "Why do you want him dead?"

"Eleanor, his recklessness cost us our child."

"No," she gritted her teeth, removing her hands from his. "It was an accident. I know it was and even if I killed him a thousand times, even if I disintegrate his whole body into dust, it won't change the fact that our little girl was gone. It won't change anything. It won't lessen the pain I felt when I lost her."

His face fell. "A girl?"

Eleanor's rising anger quickly dissipated. "A girl. I heard her." She smiled. "I was five months along when I first heard her voice inside my head. Our girl was incredibly intelligent." Chuckling, she continued. "She wanted to be named Erica. She idolized you so much."

"She knew I was her father?"

"Erica could access my memories."

"I wish we could've seen her."

Eleanor smiled, sadly.

"Do you forgive me?"

The woman stared up at him, lovingly. "I already did."