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Healing

Title: Healing
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Timeline: post X-Men: The Last Stand
Author: AngelofSnow
Pairing: Eventual Rogue/Magneto
Rating: M � a little light smut, language
Disclaimer: I don�t own the X-Men. Except on Tuesdays. I do
own them on Tuesdays, so be sure to return them to me if you borrow one of
them.
Summary: The Cure is only temporary. While healing Rogue and
Magneto find each other and realize they have more in common than they
originally thought.�

Soundtrack: I
recommend the song �One Day I�ll Fly Away� from Moulin Rouge because it fits
fairly well with Rogue�s need to escape the problems of her life with the
X-Men. For the second half of the fic �It�s No Good� either the Depeche Mode or
Chevelle version is perfect.�

Notes: This is a
majorly important chapter plot wise and it is bursting with yummy Rogue and
Magneto goodness. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Ten:
Aluminum Blinds

Magneto:

�� Pyro and
Mystique had entered the airport in the normal way: walking through the front
door and passing through the security checkpoint. Mystique had posed as a pilot
and Pyro as your average passenger. Magneto, on the other hand, had had to
sneak in hiding in the back of a Frito-Lay KC Masterpiece Barbeque Potato Chips
truck. What was the old saying? It was
easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for Magneto to pass
a metal detector.

�� Magneto had
known the coast was clear when he reached out with his magnetic fields and
hadn�t felt any metal moving around outside of the truck, signaling humans with
their keys and cell phones. After climbing out the back, Magneto had checked
his watch. 5:28AM. Mystique wouldn�t begin pre-flight checks on the Bowing 747
till 7:00AM and Pyro wasn�t scheduled to board his plane until 7:12AM. In a
small airport like Albany International, Pyro would be allowed on the tarmac to
board the plane, putting him in a position to fend off security with his
fireballs. By 7:30AM their plane should be off the ground with Mystique, Pyro,
and himself safely on board.

�� Albany International
Airport had been chosen because of its
close proximity to their Maine base and the
wilds of Nova Scotia
where they planned to hide the hijacked plane. Magneto had spent months
researching airport security measures to be sure that Albany was the smallest, least
technologically up-to-date airport that had jets as large as a Bowing 747
scheduled to take off from it. The airport offered a single weekly flight to Toronto on their only jet
aircraft, a lone Bowing 747, housed in the very hanger bag Magneto currently
stood in.

�� After take
off, Mystique would fly the 747 to a hidden air strip that had been specially
prepared for it in Nova Scotia about 100 miles from their island fortress off
the coast from Bar Harbor, Maine. Thanks to the war in Iraq, the
Stratton Air National Guard Base only 9 miles down the road from Albany
International was running on a skeleton crew and had no pilots or planes
available to send after them. If the authorities did manage to scramble jets to
intercept them during flight, Magneto had the 4 Russian MIGs and their pilots
waiting on standby to offer air support.

�� Magneto
reviewed the facts of the mission in his head, ditching the Frito-Lay truck to
find a hiding space among the crates in the back of the hangar. He would have
to lay in wait until Mystique boarded the plane with her flight crew. It was
his job to keep the hanger bay clear of airport personnel who could interrupt
their carefully laid plans. Magneto also had to prevent the departure of any
private aircraft that might block the runway when the 747 tried to make its
getaway.

�� Magneto
expended an inordinate amount of energy till he broke out in a sweat, moving
the metal crates around with his mutation to offer himself a comfortable and
strategically advantaged hiding place where he could watch the entire hanger.
He took a seat and waited for the show to begin.

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Rogue:

�� 5:00AM was
an hour that shouldn�t exist as far as Rogue was concerned. It was ludicrously
early. Rogue�s head hurt remembering watching the dawn from the back of Logan�s motorcycle as he drove her to Albany International
Airport. The Wolverine
had woken her up at 5 so she could make it to the airport by 6AM for her first
scheduled flying lesson. He had put out his cigar and handed her a small
wrapped package when she had met him outside the mansion on that chilly
February morning. When Rogue had opened the package she had been pleasantly
surprised to find a pair of Churchill soft brown calves leather pilot gloves.
She slipped them on and the pair was off driving on Highway 87 at 85 mph to the
airport.

�� Rogue had
felt sick to her stomach during the bike ride, not from the dangerous speeds Logan always drove at,
but from the three shots of SoCo it taken to get to sleep the night before.
Rogue knew this had to stop; she had to stop. But with each passing day her
life seemed less and less like what she wanted it to be. She missed being
touched by people. She missed how easy and simple life had been when she was on
the Cure. She hadn�t had to worry all the time about having an accident and
hurting someone. She hadn�t had to coordinate her ample glove collection by
length and occasion with every outfit she wore.

Rogue missed touch even more after
having experienced it so recently. She would kill for one just one more kiss,
even one more of Bobby�s lying, cheating, and slobbering kisses. The way Bobby
had hurt her weighed heavily on her thoughts and when Rogue tried to relax
reading fan fiction or working out in the mansion�s gym she was never able to
completely rid her heart of the leaden weight of betrayal. Kitty seemed the
worse of the two offenders to Rogue. Kitty had listened every time Rogue had
unburdened her feelings about how bad she felt that Bobby was not able to touch
her. Kitty had known exactly how much Bobby�s continued relationship with her,
despite her mutation, meant to her. When Kitty had kissed Bobby, it was like
her Mom had abandoned her at that bus stop in Meridian, Mississippi
all over again.

Rogue had not been looking forward
to her flight lessons. It wasn�t the hellish hour they begin at; it was the
entire idea of flying that was soured in her mind. Rogue could see how learning
to fly might even be enjoyable. Flying the X-Jet at Alkali Lake
had been under pressure and in a moment of crisis, however she felt that
without the fear of not knowing how to operate the plane it might actually be
fun. But any chance Rogue had of enjoying flying was gone when she overhead the
conversation in the Professor�s study a few days earlier. Learning to be the
X-Jet�s pilot was a subtle put down of her abilities and contribution to the
X-Men team. Beast had even gone so far as to call her a liability. The word made her mouth turn sour. Three days later and
she could still hear in Dr. McCoy�s practiced cadence pronounce each syllable. Li-a-bil-li-ty.

�� So as Rogue
stood beside Logan
in the office of the flight instructor at Albany International arranging a
practice schedule and the necessary FBI background checks, Rogue had trouble
pretending to be enthused.

�� It�ll just
be background information and instruments today. Until we get her cleared with
security we can�t let her get any air time.� Flight Instructor extraordinaire
Richard Mumfry who looked to be pushing sixty and was a retired Navy pilot told
them.

�� That�s
fine. Are you ready Rogue?� Logan
gave her a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder and Rogue couldn�t help but put
on a brave face for her friend.

�� Ah guess Ah
am.�

�� It�ll be a
two hour lesson. You�re welcome to wait in the terminal, Mr.�?�

�� Mr. Logan.�
The Wolverine replied to the man and then looked over at Rogue who was
nervously twisting the fingers of her gloves. �I�ll be in the terminal. Maybe
get myself some breakfast. You want anything?�

�� No Ah�ll be
fine. Thanks.� Logan
had given Rogue a light pat on the back and searched her eyes to see if she
really meant it. After a moment he walked away, exiting the hanger bay through
a hallway, headed to get a bite to eat. Rogue had starred with unseeing eyes at
the Gulfstream 2 that would be her practice plane.

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Magneto:

�� Even with
diminished powers, there were some things Magneto would never forget and one of
those things was the high-pitched hum of pure adamantium. Adamantium was the
strongest metal composition ever created. Once forged it could never be broken
or reshaped. It had highly magnetic properties and was easy to manipulate
despite its great density. Adamantium was a personal favorite of Magneto�s but
it was rare he ever encountered its peerless beauty. And unfortunately he only
seemed to encounter it in the form of a wild Canadian mutant named Wolverine.

�� Feeling the
adamantium, Magneto had been stirred from his hiding place and had watched as
the Wolverine escorted the mutant known as Rogue into the Private Lessons
office. He had waited patiently daring to look out between two crates as the
Wolverine left the hanger to return to the terminal. He�d cursed then in
German, enjoying the guttural way the profanity had rolled out of his mouth.
The last thing he needed were X-Men spoiling his plans to capture the 747.

�� What were
the chances the X-Men would show up to that very airport on that very day, when
they had their own jet which rose up out of the basketball court? Magneto had
felt safe; he had felt sure of his plan. What was he supposed to do now?

�� Magneto
watched with hawk like eyes, waiting to see the other X-Men appear having been
tipped off some how to his scheme (he considered the idea Mystique might have
done just that). But no other X-Men appeared and Rogue sat listening as the
flight instructor showed her a PowerPoint slideshow.

�� Not missing
his opportunity, he sprang into action, leaving his hiding place behind the
crates, pulling the aluminum window blinds down around the private lessons
office, essentially blinding his enemy. He strode across the hanger quickly not
to lose the element of surprise and threw the door of the office open without
using his hands.

�� The shocked
face of Rogue greeted him, but he moved past her to see her flight instructor.
Glancing quickly about the room he noticed a Bankers� lamp with the distinctive
brass base and green shade. He used two hands to make sure he could control it
steadily. It hit its target without any problem and the flight instructor
dropped to the ground with a bump already forming on his head.

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Rogue and Magneto:

�� What are
you doing here Rogue?� He advanced towards her, a white plastic table
separating them. Rogue once again felt intimidated by his cold blue eyes and
emotionless baritone speaking voice. She pulled her shoulders back
instinctively.

�� Ah could
ask you the same question.� She wouldn�t take her eyes off him, afraid if she
looked away his black gloved hands would be at her throat. The way his measured
steps brought him nearer and nearer to her reminded her of Hannibal Lecter from
Silence of the Lambs. His grey battle suit complete with maroon lined cape only
added to her rising fear. She couldn�t help but see flashes back to her time on
top the statue of liberty fueling his dreadful machine.

�It would seem we are destine to
meet in awkward situations, my dear.� He raised one leather encased hand, palm
up. �You first.�

�Ah�m taking flying lessons.� Rogue
said standing behind the white table inching away from him toward the window
behind. He chuckled softly, almost to himself.

�Do the X-Men underestimate you
that much?�

�What do ya mean?�

�They are making you fly the jet,
are they not?� Magneto said as though flying the jet was the same thing as
playing first base on a baseball team. Rogue didn�t answer his question; it
didn�t need one. She made to remove one of her new gloves only to remember her
mutation would be no help against Magneto.

�You know what Ah�m doing here. Now
what are you up to?� She was backed against the window and could go no further
as he rounded the corner of the table coming toward her. She stiffened and
stood tall.

�Taking over the world. It�s my day
job.� Magneto said. He became disappointed when Rogue was too scared to see his
joke. He continued: �I�m stealing a plane.� Why
had he told her? Why had he wanted to tell her? Had it been that long since he
had done anything exemplary that he felt the need to brag? When Rogue
didn�t answer he moved closer to her. She thought he looked more like predatory
animal in that moment that Logan
ever did. Adrenalin began to flow through her limbs and she felt both numb and
jittery at the same time.

�How did you enjoy your last dose
of the Cure?� He smiled in a way that was scarier to Rogue than an angry scowl.
It never reached his steel grey eyes. �Did you get to fuck your boyfriend again
like you wanted?�

Magneto had hit too close to the
mark and got Rogue in her sorest spot. Not for the first time in her life, her
right hand came up of its own volition and slapped Magneto firmly in the mouth.
The smack reverberated loudly in the
tiny room. All she could think was� Oh my
god I�ve just struck Magneto! He backed away from her and shook his jaw,
opening and closing it a few times.

�Hmm.� He tested his jaw again and
took another step toward her. �You surprise me, my dear. You do have a backbone
in you. From the way Charles manipulated you I got the impression you were
nothing more than a pawn to be played with at will.� Rogue�s eyes shot daggers
at him but she said nothing in her defense and so Magneto continued.

�You refuse my help because you say
you don�t want to be used. Yet, you let the X-Men use you everyday.� He brought
his hand up to brush the white lock of hair that was his doing. �Which is it
Rogue? Are you as spirited as you�ve shown me or are you as cowardly as Charles
told me you were?�

�Professor Xavier said Ah was a
coward?� Rogue forgot her fear for a moment as she considered the possibility
that everyone at the mansion had seen her only as a liability. Magneto moved his hand from her face and slipped off his
glove.

�Only a coward would have let him
put a psychic block preventing you from controlling your powers.� Magneto
removed Rogue�s gloves from her hands. She made no move to protest.

�A psychic block?� Rogue pursed her
lips together. �Ah don�t believe you. Why would he do that?�

�He knew that like Jean Grey you
are more powerful than either he or I could ever be. Jean Grey�s abilities had
to be kept from her because they made her unstable. But that is not the issue
with your abilities.� Magneto grasped Rogue�s left hand in his and Rogue felt
the pull began and then stop. Her nerves still stretched out seeking to suck
his life force only to find nothing there. The air felt cold against her skin
in that spot and she couldn�t help but contain a shiver as the nerves in her
hand were open and sensitive.

�Unlike telekinesis or magnetism,
your abilities can only be used to hurt people Rogue. Not only are they powerful
like Jean Grey�s but they work quicker and are far deadlier. You know that
already though.� Magneto�s thumb began to massage circles on her skin where she
had so recently used her power. With the nerves on fire and her mutation
seeking more life force, the sensation felt like a full body massage in her
mind.

�When Xavier was helping you to
contain the minds of the people you have touched he put a block on her power.
He confined it to your subconscious so you could not actively control it.� Magneto�s
right hand came up to lightly graze her neck. It felt like ice against her
fevered skin. For a moment the mutation flared and died down again, making
Rogue press against the window for support.

�Does that mean Ah can stop it? Ah
should be able to turn it off?� Was it
really true? Could he speak the truth? She had to get back to the mansion.
She would search the Professor�s files. She wouldn�t stop till she knew for
sure.

�Not only can you stop it but you
can direct it outward. You should be able to slow or speed it up at will;
killing instantly or knocking unconscious as you choose.�� Magneto was now so close Rogue could feel her
breasts press lightly against his chest when she breathed in.

�Tell me. Tell me how Ah can
control it. Please.� Rogue�s every hope rested on this man whom she feared more
than all others. Her head tilted up to look him in eye; he towered over her.
�How can you touch me and not be hurt?��

�Patience Rogue. Why don�t I show
you?� His left hand dropped hers and wrapped itself around her lower back while
his right dove into her soft straight brown hair and he took her mouth with his
own.

His kiss was fierce, possessing. He
did not yield, pressing her body to his, holding her head from behind as his
tongue dove into her mouth and met her own. She felt her breasts compress
against his chest as he held her to him, her head dropped back. He marveled in the
feel of her tiny frame against his own and sucked her lower lip between his own
before claiming her mouth again with his tongue. Rogue reveled in the feel of
touch, the soft, warm press of his lips, the wet slippery silken stroke of his
tongue against her own�till she felt the pull of her mutation again. It lasted
only a few seconds but Rogue could see clearly in her mind an image from
Magneto�s viewpoint looking down at her and one thought attached to it: delicious.

Magneto pushed her against the
window and Rogue felt the uncomfortable sensation of aluminum blinds pressing
into her back. With her nerves on overdrive from the adrenalin rush of her
power, Rogue boldly entered his mouth with her own tongue. She touched her hand
to his cheek where the feel of his thin, creviced skin against her fingers was
worth more to her than all the money in the world.

Rogue couldn�t remember when she
had felt something this good or if she ever had. She tried to remember what
Bobby�s kisses had felt like but her mind drew a blank as Magneto bit her lip
lightly with his teeth, causing Rogue to moan deep in her throat. Magneto lost
himself at that sound and his hands shifted to cup her bottom and press her
hips into his own.� ��

Neither noticed the door swing
open.

�Rogue I bought you some coffee,
thought you might like the Hazelnut-� Logan shifted two Styrofoam cups of
coffee in his hand till he looked up to see Rogue and Magneto pressed together and
the coffee went tumbling to splash on the concrete floor.

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Notes: Flattery gets you everywhere. It will get
you chapters faster. But you know that already.

Oh and all the info in this chapter is correct. I actually
researched airports in Albany and islands in Maine to give an
accurate picture of Magneto�s evil plans. He�s got some more up his sleeve, but
he hasn�t told me all of them yet. Please no one act on the information
contained in this story. I do not condone terrorism, not even mutant terrorism.

scrambled eggs -
I hadn�t really planned on Rogue taking revenge on Bobby and Kitty. But now that
you suggest it, it might make an appearance. But it�s several chapters away.

Preview: My first
action chapter! The showdown between Airport Security vs. Mystique, Wolverine
vs. Magneto, Pyro vs. two fire companies, Magneto vs. Rogue, and Magneto vs. a
huge steel hanger door. Maybe even a battle between some U.S. F-14s and Russian
MIGs. The next chapter will have a special effects budget rivaling Episode 3 of
Star Wars.

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