Just a teensy bit of crack written for a friend of mine, mostly because the upcoming movie looks awesome, but the title gives me the giggles.
Charles caught sight of a business man moving to get out of his seat and moved towards him. "I'm sorry," he said politely. "The captain has lit the fasten seatbelts placard and requested that everyone stay seated until we're past the turbulence. As soon as it's safe, he'll turn it off again."
The man scowled and stood up anyway, glaring down at him. "I paid six grand for this flight, and if I wanna use the goddamn bathroom, I'm gonna--"
Abruptly, the two halves of his seatbelt raised into the air, danced for a moment like cobras about to strike, and then wrapped around his waist and pulled him back into his seat, tightening far more than was likely comfortable.
Charles turned to see what he knew he would, Erik with a hint of a sneer and one hand extended. Exasperated, he moved to him. "Erik--you know you shouldn't--"
"Protect him from himself?" Erik demanded. "You're a fool for not simply forcing him to sit."
"Free will is important," Charles pointed out. "Certainly, I could change his mind, but it would be wrong."
"Well, I didn't do anything to his free will," Erik stated. "Just his freedom."
Charles sighed and shook his head, then glanced back at the man who was now sitting rigidly still, a shocked, frightened expression on his face, carefully not looking at them. "Well. He's not going to be flying with us anymore."