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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 � violence and more violence in this chapter,
swearing
Disclaimer: I�m not making any money off this. But I will
accept food donations. If you send the author food, she will update faster.
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 �Forfeit� by Chevelle because everyone wants to fight in
this chapter.

Notes: So far
I�ve stuck to only telling Magneto�s and Rogue�s viewpoint but that�s going to
expand a bit so we get to see Mystique and Pyro fight. And as you have all been waiting for, we�ll see Wolverine�s reaction to
walking in on Magneto and Rogue. �

Chapter Eleven:
Thank You Microsoft

Magneto and Rogue and Logan:

�� Holy fuck! Logan had dropped the coffee forgetting about
it instantly as his eyes roved over the strangest sight he had ever seen. And
he had seen some strange ones; he was an X-Men. Magneto had Rogue pressed
against one of the windowed walls of the office, his hands clutching her
buttocks to his hips while Rogue�s gloveless hands were running through his white
hair. Their lips were pressed together.

�� It had
looked a little odd at first, and Logan
hadn�t been expecting to see his least favorite mutant, Magneto, in the
airport�s office but he began to understand the sight before him. Magneto must
have attacked Marie and she was trying to drop him with her power. But why
hadn�t she used her hands instead of her lips? Something was very wrong here. Logan sniffed the air. He
didn�t smell Rogue�s fear as he suspected he would. He smelt something else
instead: lust.�

Rogue had jerked out of Magneto�s
arms at the sound of Logan�s voice but she hadn�t been quick enough. He�d seen
them, she knew it. Oh, God he�s seen us
all over each other.

Magneto disentangled himself from
Rogue with calm, steady movements. This could lead only one place with the
Wolverine and he would have to be ready to block his attack. He would dwell on
the disturbing implications of his seduction of Rogue later. Though he wondered
what had come over him a moment ago. But the time for introspection was not
now. Instead, he felt out with his power searching for metal objects in the
room.

Logan�s vicious, animal tendencies sprang
into action at the vibrant smell of Rogue�s pheromones. His claws extended
without any conscious thought on his part; the guilty look on Rogue�s face only
adding to his growing fury. He didn�t
know what was going on here, but he knew he was going to rip Magneto into
pieces if it was the last thing he did. As he lunged forward at the older,
white-haired man he waited to feel the wall of his magnetism halt him, stopping
him in place. The wall never came.

Rogue watched as Logan raced towards Magneto. Why wasn�t Magneto stopping him with his
magnetism? Rogue knew Magneto always bested Logan in a fight. She didn�t know if she should
tell Logan not
to fight Magneto or if she should join him in attacking the man who had once
tried to kill her.

Magneto backed up into the filing
cabinet at the rear of the office and held up his hand calling on adamantium in
Wolverine�s skeleton. He pushed his magnetic field out with every ounce of
strength he had but it was not enough to repel the momentum of the charging
Wolverine. He was only able to slow the man from a run to a fast walk.

Wolverine felt the resistance as he
pressed forward. Why didn�t Magneto stop
him like he always did? He slashed forward at Magneto, but the movement�s
speed was slowed enough to allow Magneto to twist away from him. As Wolverine
wrenched his claws from the file cabinet that hadn�t taken the place of Magneto,
he cried out in pain. The Banker�s lamp fell to floor after giving Logan a painful pounding
to the back of his neck. He shook his head and waited for his regenerative
power to alleviate the pain.

�You don�t have all your powers
anymore do you?� Wolverine�s smile was accompanied by a satisfied sounding
growl. �I got ya good on the bridge, didn�t I?� With Magneto weakened, Logan knew he had a
chance for once. The office they fought in was no more than 12ft by 12ft in
size. It was a cage fight and Logan
was very good at cage fights.

Rogue felt frozen in place as she
watched the fight between Logan
and Magneto continue. She couldn�t believe Logan had come that close to getting Magneto
with his claws. Magneto must still be under the effects of the Cure. Rogue
couldn�t believe that it was still affecting him. Without his magnetism, the
fight would be over in seconds. Rogue had to stop Logan from killing the only man who could
help her. She needed to know what Magneto knew about her mutation. But could
she calm down the Wolverine when he was in one of his berserker rages?

Turning away from the filing
cabinet, Wolverine faced his opponent from across the white plastic table
between them. With a swipe of his claws, he flung it away from them and it
crashed against the back wall of the office. Logan moved to confront Magneto again, only
to have his movements slowed by the force of the man�s magnetic fields.
Wolverine pressed forward until a tall metal cart holding the slideshow
projector rammed into him at high speed.

Magneto rammed the cart into the
Wolverine easily. It had wheels and rolled with almost no effort on his part.
The force of impact was enough to toss the powerful man to the floor. But the
Wolverine sprang back up in no time, moving towards him again. Magneto searched
the room desperately to find something that would slow his opponent even more.

Logan slashed with his right claws putting
his weight into the move only to feel his claws rip through the white plastic
projector screen as the metal ceiling fixture fell with great force on his
head.

The projector�s metal housing was
thin but sharp and the pull of gravity added to Magneto�s ability to speed its
decent towards the Wolverine�s head.

Rogue looked on in shock, her blood
curdling as she watching the sharp metal bar cut deep into Logan�s skull. She felt her body go numb as
she heard Logan�s
anguished howl of pain. She had to
stop this.

Logan felt the tremendous, blinding pain and
knew his knees were buckling but couldn�t stop them. He fell to the ground as
his vision went white.

Magneto saw his opportunity as the
Wolverine lay sprawled on the ground. He turned to address Rogue.

�Do not try to stop me, Rogue, if
you ever hope to control your mutation and touch again.� And with that Magneto
fled from the room out the door.��

It took Rogue a moment to process
what had just happened. She moved to kneel down next to Logan�s prone form, only to remember she
didn�t have her gloves on. She slid the brown gloves back in place, noticing
that Magneto had left his larger black gloves on the floor next to her own. Her
face heated at the memory of how those gloves had been shed. She picked them up
and slid them into the back pocket of her jeans.

Logan came to a few moments later, his four
inch long and two inch deep skull wound disappearing as though it had never
been inflicted. He opened his eyes to see Rogue�s concerned face regarding him
as she clutched his injured head in her hands. As his strength returned he
remembered the circumstances that had caused him to be lying on the floor in
the first place. He picked himself up and rounded on her.

�� What
the hell is going on Marie!� His voice was sheathed in anger and he felt some
guilt for attacking Rogue like that. Rogue, for her part, had no answer for
him.

�Uhh-� She saw the way his eyes
narrowed with contempt. �Magneto attacked my instructor. He says he knows a way
to stop my mutation. Don�t go after him Logan.�

�Like hell I won�t.� Turning Logan extended his claws,
and rather than use the door leading from the office, he cut himself his own
ripping the walls of the office in two with three furious slashes.

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Mystique:

It was 7:10AM and things were about
to get ugly very quickly. A heavy middle-aged man with the rosy cheeks of an Irishman
approached the jet�s stairway, following his flight crew. The front button of
his pilot�s suit jacket barely closed over his paunch. Mystique hated the way her
she had to catch her breath after climbing the stairs into the plane. How could a human let themselves go this
badly?

She waited as the flight attendants
stowed their belongings, chatting and laughing over a pair of underwear they
had found discarded in the airplane�s bathroom after the last flight. When the
co-pilot suggested a bet on whether a couple would join the mile high club on
this journey, Mystique had jumped the air marshal. He went down with a bash
over the head from her briefcase.

Mystique shifted forms then,
enjoying the freedom of movement her lithe, blue body allowed her. Her arms
shot out and she grabbed the two flight attendants heads and banged them into
each other. They were stunned but not unconscious, so she round-house kicked
one in the back of the head, dropping her flat. Mystique somersaulted over the
other woman and kicked her. She knocked into the side of a row of seats and didn�t
get up.
The co-pilot had run into the cabin
and swung the door closed behind him, rushing to bolt it, but Mystique was
quicker. She kicked it wide open and entered the cabin her yellow eyes flashing
with a twisted sort of joy.

�What are you?� The co-pilot
cowered against the side of the cabin, his toupee dislodged and off-center from
his run.

�Humanity�s worst nightmare.� The
man�s eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted dead away.

Mystique worked quickly to move the
unconscious bodies off the plane via the emergency ramp. She knew that the
airport security cameras would pick up on the unusual activity any minute now
and she had to get the plane started before anyone else was alerted. Mystique
sat down in the pilot�s chair and smiled. The controls looked exactly as they
had in the Flight Simulator game. Thank
you Microsoft.

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Pyro:

�� He had had
to bribe the TSA screener to let him keep his lighter in his carry-on bag. He tried
appealing to the women�s sense of decency, describing how he was a chain smoker
and would need the lighter the minute the plane landed, but she hadn�t been
buying that excuse; especially since he didn�t have a single pack of cigarettes
in his bag. But a discreetly slipped twenty dollar bill was all it had taken
for her to turn a blind eye. Man, they
don�t pay these people enough.

�� By the time
his plane began boarding he could tell security had already been alerted. The
police officer that he passed on his way onto the tarmac was holding his walkie
talkie to his ear and listening intently. Pyro flicked his lighter opened and
closed in his hand, eager to begin unleashing the flames that he could feel
building inside him. His body felt on fire ready to bask in the searing heat of
his mutation.

�� Walking onto
the tarmac following the other passengers he stopped when he spotted the
security SUVs pulling onto the landing strip. He veered away from the other
passengers and dropped his carry-on bag, breaking out into a run towards the vehicles.
He heard an officer shout from behind him to stop, and heard the gasps from the
crowd but he paid no heed to either sound. With a flick, the lighter�s tiny
flame appeared and Pyro launched a mighty burst of fire towards the two Ford
Explorers. The badly designed, Detroit-made vehicles exploded, leaping twenty
feet into the air to land flipped over and on fire. A smile crept onto Pyro�s
face as he smelled the acrid scent of burning rubber.�

�� The police
officer behind him went down when Pyro shot a wall of flame toward the terminal
behind him. The police officer leaped out of the way and the passengers began
running in all directions screaming as Pyro could hear more sirens in the
distance. The terminal caught fire without delay and Pyro harnessed his
mutation to help the flames grow and race across the walls of the building,
preventing anyone from following him.

�� He walked
toward the opening to the hanger bay where the 747 would emerge from. It was on
another airstrip and about a quarter mile from his current position. As Pyro
walked he shot bursts of flames onto the terminal building, reveling in the
beauty of the orange flames as they raced to consume the structure. As always,
the sheer destructive power of his mutation was a joy to behold.

�� The sirens
Pyro had heard moments ago grew louder and he discerned from the red dots in
the distance that it was not more police cars approaching but two fire trucks.
They had been alerted when he caused the terminal to catch on fire and the
sprinkler system had kicked in. Pyro flicked the lighter and formed a fireball
in each of his hands. This should be fun.

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Magneto:

�� Magneto
exited the office to hear the 747�s engines come to life, signaling Mystique
had been successful in her mission to gain control of the airplane. Magneto had
precious little time to open the doors of the hanger for her. He knew that
security would be arriving any minute and the hanger�s controller was probably
already informed not to let the plane out. With a look at the forty foot tall
and 50 foot wide hanger doors, each weighing over a ton, Magneto called on his
magnetism, willing the doors to open. He pushed mightily, but they did not
budge.

�� He walked
closer and tried to sense the metal of the gears that controlled the doors
opening mechanism and felt them begin to turn, very slowly. A ray of sunlight
broke through as the doors lurching open. They stopped halfway from being fully
open as Magneto felt the gears lock. He tried to force the gears again,
straining from the effort till his head hurt, but something was blocking him.
He looked toward the right of the vast hanger to see the controller watching
him from his office.

�� Magneto eyed
the man with his piercing gaze and stalked toward him. He got twenty feet
before he was pushed to the ground as the Wolverine�s body landed squarely on
top of him. The wind was knocked out of Magneto and he couldn�t dislodge the
heavier man from his back.

�� Wolverine
sat up, his hips holding Magneto to the ground and raised his claws to strike
down at him. Magneto pushed the claws back with the most powerful magnetic
field he could manage. The claws inched downward slowly towards Magneto�s
exposed neck. With each second Magneto prepared himself for the sharp pain that
was sure to come as the adamantium claws cut clean through him.

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Rogue:

�� She ran out
of the office following Logan who was unreachable in his current state as the
Wolverine. She had seen him in this condition many times before and knew that
when the animal inside him took control he wasn�t responsible for his actions.
Still the sting of his disapproval cut deep into her sense of self and she questioned
how she had allowed Magneto�s touch to affect her so.

�� Rogue caught
sight of the pair on the ground twenty feet away from her, Logan�s claws making their way toward
Magneto�s neck and a strange thing came over Rogue. She saw in her minds� eye
all the times she had used her powers by accident and the horrible consequences
that followed. Without Magneto�s help to understand her mutation, other people
would be hurt by her in the future.

�� She flung
her gloves from her hands as she ran grasping Logan�s neck when she reached the two men.

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Pyro:
�� The
firefighter�s leaped from the trucks after they stopped fifty feet from the
burning terminal building. Although there faces were eclipsed by their helmets,
Pyro could still see the fear in their eyes as he juggled the fireballs in his
palms. The first company pulled a hose out of the side of their truck, but Pyro
blasted them before they could turn it on. The firefighters leaped to cover
behind their truck abandoning the burning hose on the ground.

�� The second
company was faster and Pyro was pushed to the ground from the force of the water
from its hose. He tried to get up only to be shoved back by the strong blast of
water again. His lighter was knocked from his hand and he twisted on the ground
to fight the force of the water on him.

�� Pyro�s agony
was over in a few minutes though. The fire company had only a small reservoir
of water on board it, usually relying on hydrants to fuel its hoses. But the company
hadn�t had time to hook into the airports emergency water system. Pyro stood up
slowly, his back aching and his clothes hanging soggily from him. He spotted
his lighter a few feet away from him. Flicking it open, its tiny flame jumped
up and Pyro�s heart relaxed. Thank God
for Zippo.

�� Out of
water, the fire companies were no match for the mutant and his fire balls shot
towards them relentlessly until their trucks were left smoldering and over
turned.

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Magneto and Rogue:

�� Logan�s strength rushed
from his body and flowed into Rogue�s. Her senses were assaulted by his
thoughts and she started to swoon as she was suddenly able to smell things only
Logan with his
heightened senses could. The roar of the plane�s engine grew to a deafening
level as Wolverine�s acute hearing became her own. Memories that were not hers
flashed through her mind at lightening speed.

�� Magneto could
feel through his magnetic field the weakening of the Wolverine�s claws�
downward momentum. He felt the once strong hold of the man�s hips slacken and
Magneto pushed him off of his back with a combination of his mutation and his
own physical strength. He got back on his feet to see Rogue�s uncovered hand on
the Wolverine�s neck.

�� Good girl.�
He told her, but she was too lost in her mutation to hear him. Without a second
glance he raced towards the controller�s booth. The 747 was nearing the
hanger�s opening and Magneto had no time to loose. Reaching out his hand he
called upon the metal of the controller�s watch and moved his hand over the
panel, releasing the locking mechanize. Another magnetic field moved the man�s
watch and hand to the button to open the doors. The grinding of the gears was
music to Magneto�s ears as the hanger�s doors rolled open.

�� As Rogue
felt the flow of life force from Logan
slow down she forced herself to pull her hands away. It was not an easy task as
her mutation had a mind of its own and with the control of it locked in her
subconscious Rogue had to fight to control it. She scooted away from Logan�s
crumbled body lying lifelessly on the floor of the hanger bay and looked up to
see the hanger doors roll open as Magneto made his way to board the plane by grabbing
hold of the planes� stairs.

�� A huge
ripping sound caused Magneto to look up only to see the left wing of the 747
hit a piece of scaffolding. The scaffolding toppled from its place near the
ceiling of the hanger as the plane slowly rolled by. Magneto watched in horror
to see past the airplane as the metal scaffolding came crashing down on Rogue
and the Wolverine.

�� At the last
moment Magneto�s hand shot out and pushed the scaffolding in its fall to land
only inches from the two. Rogue sat shaking a little, her eyes wide and glazed,
as she looked between the metal scaffolding and Magneto. Magneto caught hold of
the planes stairs as they rolled past him, but heard Rogue call out over the
din of the 747�s engines.

�� Thank you.�

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Notes: Poor Albany
International Airport.
I knew when Magneto picked it that the airport would suffer. But I didn�t
realize it was going to be completely destroyed. Sorry Albany.

Preview: Rogue
and Logan return to the mansion. How does Rogue explain what happened between
herself and Magneto to Logan
and Storm, etc.? How does she explain it to herself? And what will she find
when she searches Professor Xavier�s records? Find out on the next episode of
Healing: same time, same channel.
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