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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 � sexual situations, some swearing
Disclaimer: I don�t own these characters, but after 28,962 words I feel like I do.
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 �The Point of No Return� from the musical The Phantom of the
Opera.

Notes: Every
person who has responded to me has reiterated how lovely Yellowtail wine is. So
in light of that fact I will make a shameless plug and tell you to pull up a
chair, open a bottle, and have a glass with our characters. I know I am. It�s
all Rogue and Magneto here, you can thank me later.

Chapter Fourteen: A
Heaven Out of Hell

Magneto and Rogue:

�� The island
fortress had been just as Rogue imagined it would be: a metal monument to
Magneto�s mighty power. The island itself was a rocky barren strait about three
miles wide and four long, a thirty minute boat ride from the main land. It had
high cliffs at the North end that tapered off to a dismal sort of beach in the
Southern. The hideout�s interior was an inner closed series of metal rooms and
hallways, some with cathedral ceilings, neatly organized and oddly aesthetically
pleasing. Rogue was reminded of the crisp, clean style of Milan, Italy�s
designer fashion world. Everything had a smooth and graceful, unfettered sort
of elegance from the sheen of the metal and monochromatic color scheme.

When Rogue had arrived on that
frigidly cold February night, the fortress had seemed warm and inviting
compared to the 12 degree below zero weather outside. Her moral compass balked
at the thought of describing anything associated with Magneto as warm and
inviting. It bothered Rogue how much she had wanted to get to see him as
quickly as possible. On the 6 hour long bus ride all Rogue could do was stare
aimlessly out the window counting down the miles left to Bar harbor as the
highway mile markers passed by.

She had felt an unsettling sort of
pleasure in the pit of her stomach at the thought that for once she had finally
taken action to change her life for the better. Although Rogue had always carried
a chip of pride about her ability to survive on the road hitchhiking to Canada
after being kicked out by her mother that accomplishment had been born out of
necessity. Her abrupt disassociation with the X-Men was Rogue�s first step to
healing the wounds in her soul her crippling mutation and its accompanying
problems had created. She was through reacting to the obstacles life tossed at
her; from now on she was making the first move.

And her first move was to travel to
the white-haired man in the beige sweater and chino�s before her. He was far
less intimidating then he had been in the airport. When he wasn�t wearing his
black cape, she could imagine he was a distinguished professor or the CEO of a
company; a man who demanded respect and was in a position of authority above
her, but not a violent criminal who had once tried to kill her. And if she
could get over her fear of him, Rogue could trust his statement that he would
be the one to help her take back her life as her own.

The two stood watching each other,
each evaluating the other for several silent minutes. Finally Magneto had taken
a step closer to her and waved his outstretched hand towards her bag, pulling
the zipper open.

�Give me all your gloves Rogue. You
will not be needing them here.� A frantic, panicked look colored her visage. She couldn�t not wear her gloves. She needed
them more than anything else she had brought. She would hurt someone with out
them. She wasn�t ready yet to give them up. Magneto seemed to be able to
read all these thoughts and more from her face as she looked between her bag,
her gloved hands, and the man before her.

�Fine you may keep one pair. The
ones you are wearing will do.� Magneto looked at her gloved hands to see they
were covered by an almost comically oversized pair of black leather gloves that
must have been two sizes too long for her. The gloves looked very familiar.
�Those are my gloves, aren�t they?�

Shit,
shit, shit. She had forgotten to take off Magneto�s gloves from when she
had begun wearing them a few days earlier. Stupid girl, she should have guessed
her illicit pleasure from wearing his gloves would eventually get her in
trouble. She took them off and stood up to hand them back.

�No, you may keep them. But the
rest please take from your bag now.� He said, curiosity killing him to know why
she wanted to wear his gloves. Why hadn�t
she worn her own?

Rogue had done as she was told. She
was used to following order and he was not a man to be argued with. Handing him
the eight pairs of gloves she had packed, she watched as he pawed through them
for a few seconds. Then, he took the pile of gloves and with an underhanded
throw to his left he threw them into the blazing fire in the fireplace of his
study.

�No!� She yelled as she watched her
favorite grey silk ones land on a large log in the midst of the roaring flames.
But her displeasure was useless. The gloves turned black quickly but did not
burn well and the room took on a mildly unpleasant odor from their combustion. Magneto
smelled the stench as well, and thought of Catalyst�s smoke-eating remedy. �Why
did ya have to go and to do that for?� The South came out in her accusatory
tone. The cost of those 8 pairs of gloves had been over a hundred bucks and it
was all burning up in the fire.�

�You need motivation. If you are
serious about wanting to control your mutation, there will be no going back,
Rogue.� The light of fire danced across his features, causing his white hair to
shine in the glow. He paused to make sure she was listening carefully. �There
will be no more gloves, no more scarves, no more hiding. You will have to take
responsibility for your mutation at all times. It will not be an easy task.�
His voice filled the room, its deep timber reaching into Rogue and commanding
her attention. She was fearful then of what that responsibility would mean.

�If I begin to help you we will
have to remove the psychic block from your mind. That means all Charles� hard
work will be destroyed. You will have to deal with the memories of the people
you have absorbed again. You will see the concentration camps again and feel
the pain of the experiments on the Wolverine.� Rogue felt her body shudder
involuntarily. She remembered what it felt like to experience those memories;
she knew what it felt like to be two people at once.

�I just want you to be aware of
what you are getting into. There is no going back from this point, Rogue.� She
thought of the Phantom of the Opera and the scene where a different Erik
seduces Christine in his opera �Don Juan Triumphant�. She too was at the point
of no return; the event horizon at which the black hole that was Magneto�s
offer would suck her in and she was powerless to escape its pull. So be it. She wanted to fall.

�Ah understand.�

�I wonder if you do.� Magneto
looked at the disheveled slip of a girl before him. She was so young in his
eyes. No lines marred the delicate skin around her eyes; there was no haunted
look behind her eyes that showed she had seen things no person should ever have
to experience. He knew that if he removed the block she would see those things.
She would remember the camps, the mass graves, the unspeakable atrocities�and
the purity behind those eyes would die forever.

He made to say more, but a knock on
the door stopped him. Pyro came in, bearing the tray with a bright red lobster
on it and a container of left over Chinese food rice. Under his arm was the
bottle of 2004 Yellowtail Pinot Grigio. Magneto got two wine glasses down from
his shelves and the meal was laid before Rogue on the red carpet so she could
eat in front of the fire, watching as her beloved gloves burned.

Pyro left them and Rogue ate the
lobster and rice in silence for several minutes. It was very good and she
didn�t like seafood much. Finally Magneto asked her:

�Why don�t you try the wine?� She
took a sip. It tingled lightly on the tongue, crisp and tinged with oak. �Do
you approve of it?� Magneto drank from his glass waiting for a response.

�Ah don�t drink wine really.�

�That�s a pity. I�ll have to teach
you to appreciate its delicacies.� They fell into silence again and Rogue drank
more of her wine. It went down so easily compared to the stronger drinks she
had made at the mansion with hard liquors. Yet it wasn�t carbonated like beer.
Rogue thought she could learn to like it.

�I�ve always wondered why you kept
my white streak in your hair.� Magneto was sitting on the couch across from
her, looking down at her with his head propped up by his elbow on the couch�s
arm; his right hand holding his nearly empty wine glass. She was on display
like a museum exhibit and he was pondering the meaning of her.

�Ah just came here to learn how to
stop my mutation from hurtin� people.� She said. His voice picked up an edge to
it as he replied.

��I am doing a favor by teaching you Rogue.
Humor me.� She took the white strand in her hand after taking another gulp of
wine. The hair of her white streak always felt softer than her normal hair. She
wanted to touch Magneto�s hair again to see if his was the same.�

�It reminds me of how strong Ah
am.� She twisted it between her fingers and snorted out a laugh. �When Ah see
it in the mirror Ah remember that Ah survived an attempt on my life from the
great Magneto, and then my everyday problems don�t seem so hard.�

�Tell the truth Rogue.�

�That�s the God given truth, Ah swear.�
Magneto smiled at such a Southern turn of phrase. Rogue continued eating her
meal as Magneto poured more wine into both their glasses.

�Why did you save me from the
Wolverine in Albany?�
Rogue looked up at him. The answer should be obvious.

�Ah wanna learn to stop my skin. If
Logan had
killed you, I�d never figure it out.�

�No other reasons?� He looked at
her hands wearing his large black leather gloves, clumsily holding the wine
glass to her lips. Without taking a drink, she swallowed hard and looked at the
fire burning flaring only feet from her. She had sat next to the blaze for
twenty minutes, but only now did she realize how uncomfortably hot the room
was.

�Nope.� Magneto studied her.

�No wish to resume the activities
we had been doing when we were so rudely interrupted?� She dropped her wine
glass on the rug, the precious Yellowtail Pinot Grigio spilling onto the
carpet. Neither made any move to clean up the mess. �Admit that you enjoyed
yourself Rogue.�

�Uh� Ah just was shocked is all. Ah
was gonna push you off but-� She couldn�t speak clearly. She didn�t know what
to say for herself.

�Hush now my dear. The truth shall
set you free.� His gaze bore into her and a heat rose through Rogue�s body. Her
body tensed in nervous longing. He had never looked as cruelly handsome as in
that moment.

�I- I liked it,� a lot.� She
tripped over the words; it was a painful admission. She had to turn away from
his satisfied, Cheshire cat smile. She could hardly breath the room was so hot.
He could see her peaked nipples through her shirt. They said nothing else for
many minutes and Magneto cleaned up her spilled wine. When Rogue felt the room
cool perceptibly she gazed up at him from spot on the carpet. It was her turn
to question him.

�Are you going to make me work for
the Brotherhood while I�m here?�

�No. I told you before that if you
help us, it will be of your own volition.�

�You�re not gonna make me use my
mutation to hurt people?�

�How you use your powers will be up
to you.�

�But aren�t you supposed to be an
evil criminal mastermind and isn�t this your secret lair?� It was her lame
attempt at a joke to dissipate the sexual tension in the air that you could see
like a haze around them.

�Only you can make a heaven out of
hell and a hell out of heaven.�

�That�s a pretty quote, who said
it?�

�I just did.�

�No I mean-� He gave her a look
saying that she was being rude and she stopped herself. It was an interesting thing
to say. Could one make a heaven out of
hell? Rogue marveled that Magneto had a bit of the philosopher in him.

Later, as Rogue was shown to a room
she could sleep in; she realized that at no time had Magneto made any move to
touch her. He had made her so uncomfortable without laying a hand on her. And
she had been looking forward to him touching her again, if only because he was
the only one who could. In that moment she hated herself for wishing he would have
kissed her again. She fell asleep with his gloves on her hands.

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Author�s Notes: Your
author is having trouble keeping Magneto and Rogue from just going at each
other like rabbits. It�s hard for her to resist the pressing urge to write
smut. But I shall continue my sweet torture of you a little longer, putting off
the good stuff for a few more chapters.

�Cruelly handsome� is my trademark Erik description.
Remember, you heard it here first.

When I first wrote this I thought I had made up the quote
(how full of myself am I?) but I had forgotten the quote was actually �The mind
is it's own place, and in itself can make a heaven of a hell, a Hell of a
heaven.� I don�t know who said it, but if someone knows, I�ll be happy to give
correct credit for it.

Preview: Things
are heating up quickly between Rogue and Magneto. He begins to teach her to
control her mutation. He teaches her a few other things too�
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