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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, light violence
Disclaimer: I don�t own the X-Men. I am not making any profit;
except for the jubilant feeling posting these chapters gives me.
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 �Good Behavior� by Plumb. This chapter was tailored
unintentionally to accommodate the song as part of a fic challenge over at the
lovely demented_allure live journal community. If this story has peaked your
interest in all things Magneto X Rogue, I recommend you check it out. �

Notes: I know
even less about football then most American women do. I have only a cursory
idea of how it is played and how awards and such are handed out. Any mistakes
on my part are unintended. Please let me know, so that I might correct them.

Chapter Fifteen:
The Heisman Trophy

Magneto and Rogue:

�� At 8:32PM on
February 7th, 2007 an event occurred at which every American speaking many
years later could relate where they were and what they were doing at that exact
time and date. Rogue had been reclining on the maroon leather sofa in what
served as the Brotherhood of Mutants common room. She and Pyro sat, munching on
Tostitos� Taste of Lime chips and salsa, as they watched the forty-first annual
Super Bowl between the Philadelphia Eagles and the Cleveland Browns. Magneto
watched from his Lazy-Boy recliner, with only mild interest, as he finished a
Boston Globe crossword puzzle.

�� The Browns
were ahead by only 7 points in the second half with only 2 minutes 24 seconds
left on the clock. The Eagles and their star quarterback, Johnny Unitas
Hepburn, were at the Browns 30-yard line, with a first down, and were in a
position to score, when the referees� whistles blew, signaling an emergency
time out. No one had known what was happening, and the announcers stumbled
trying to explain what was going on down on the field. The referees huddled in
a circle, breaking up after a few minutes to send one of their number to jog
out to the Eagles� coach on the sideline. The coach and ref then approached the
quarterback Hepburn, frozen in his spot several feet behind his linemen.
��
�� With a
sinking feeling in Rogue�s heart, she had watched as Hepburn was escorted off
the field and replaced by the Eagles� back-up quarterback, a man of far less
talent. The game played to completion; the score ending Browns 26 � Eagles 19.
The back-up quarterback had thrown a pass that was easily intercepted and the
Browns had run the clock down. Only after the game was over did the news break
about why Johnny Hepburn had been pulled at the last moment. It was the lead
story on every network, talked about by every radio DJ, and plastered on the
front page of every newspaper.

Hepburn was a mutant and mutants
were banned from playing in the NFL. Never mind that Hepburn was a farm-boy
from Nebraska who could control the weather, much like Storm could, and this
had never offered any advantage to him on the football field. A mutant was
still a mutant, and the NFL had made an unwavering line in the sand on where it
stood on mutant inclusion. Why his mutation had only been discovered in the
middle of the Super Bowl was never disclosed, but the commissioner�s office had
acted swiftly to rectify the situation.

The Eagles loss was taken very hard
by their fans and many blamed Johnny Hepburn for it. His teammates spoke out in
the media about the terrible role model he made as a man who had lived a lie
for so many years and deceived them with no discernable signs of regret. His
wife, unaware he was a mutant and revolted by it, began divorce proceedings
against him. The NCAA reclaimed his Heisman Trophy and rewarded it to the
runner up from that year. His name was removed from the record books, including
his phenomenal 5003 yds completed in 2003. When Hepburn got into a fight in a bar
with a drunkard who was heckling him, a restraining order was placed against
him and he lost the right to see his own children.

It would be this event that threw
the nation into chaos.

There was rioting and looting on
the streets of LA, NY, and several other major cities. A fight broke out among
protesters on opposite sides of the Mutant Rights spectrum on the mall in Washington, D.C.
and 34 people were trampled to death. The South suffered a string of KKK style
mutant lynchings that caused Rogue to feel ashamed of her birth land. With a
heavy heart, the President declared a state of emergency and threatened to
incarcerate criminal mutants indefinitely under the Patriot Act. The war
between mutants and humans had begun.

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Only two months later Rogue would
get a chance to meet Johnny Unitas Hepburn in person when he came to visit
Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants. Hepburn was a soft spoken man of few
words with corn yellow hair and blue eyes that reminded Rogue of Magnetos�. He
shook her hand and smiled down at her from his 6 ft 5in height, but his smile
was a ruse. He was a broken man. Rogue could see it in his eyes. Without a
word, he had let Magneto usher him into his office and close the door with his
magnetism behind them.

Several hours later the two emerged
and Hepburn was given a room to stay in for the next few weeks, although he
kept much to himself during that time. Occasionally Rogue would pass by his
room and hear what she thought was crying but she could never be sure. She felt
as though she should try to comfort him but she was never able to think of the
right thing to say. Magneto, for his part, showed him the utmost respect and
kindness. It touched Rogue�s heart how much he did for the ex-football star and
Rogue�s regard for her host Magneto increased tenfold. Over his stay with them,
Hepburn seemed to gain a resolve that did him worlds of good. Magneto had given
his life new direction as a crusader for Mutant Rights and recruiter for the
Brotherhood. From that time on, Johnny Unitas Hepburn would be a frequent
visitor to the island fortress in Maine
as he traveled back and forth around the country recruiting mutants for
Magneto�s cause.

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Rogue�s first night in the island
fortress had been an enlightening one. Rogue had had trouble sleeping as the
salty sea air pervaded every room through the ventilation system. She had
tossed and turned in her bed, hearing always the distant sound of the waves
breaking against the cliffs on which the fortress stood. Her mind racing with
thoughts of Magneto�s affect on her, she had known with clairvoyant knowledge
that she would end up sleeping with him. Her own attraction to him, much to her
dismay, was undeniable and he seemed intent to pursue her by whatever means
necessary.

Rogue knew it was only a matter of
time till the inevitable occurred. She threw out the idea of trying to
consciously resist her lust for him, as it had already reached fever pitch. Somewhere in her reckless abandon to live
her life unparalyzed by her mutation, she had been driven by an invisible force
into the arms of Magneto. To young Rogue, her attraction to the debonair
villain whose morals she questioned made no logical sense, but it was there all
the same and it was growing with each moment she spent in his presence.

Over the next week as he began to
teach her about her mutation and the psychic block preventing her control of
it, she waited patiently for him to press his advances on her as he had done so
in the past. But yet he made no move to touch her in anyway other then strictly
for the instruction of her mutation. Her frustration was almost visible in her
posture and agitated interactions with the other mutants residing in the
fortress. Was this the price for his good
behavior? That she should lie awake in bed at night and think of his
resonant baritone voice and cruelly handsome good looks till her hands housed
in his black Gucci gloves moved unconsciously to pleasure herself.

On Valentine�s Day Marie had woken
to find a single long stem red rose resting on the unoccupied pillow next to
hers and with a rage that was distinctively the Wolverine�s she had broken it�s
stem into pieces and pulled off each of it�s pedals while puncturing her
fingers on it�s thorns. After her anger wore off she looked at the red pedals
and drips of her own blood on the bleached white sheets of her bed and she had
collapsed into unfettered sobs. As the tears ran like rivers from her eyes she
had gathered each pedal into a pile on her bed and with her injured fingers,
brought them to her nose to smell the light bewitching scent they radiated.

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Their work on removing her psychic
block was more difficult then either Rogue or Magneto had first anticipated. Magneto
had no formal training in psychology, and though he was well-read on many
subjects, he had always deferred to Charles Xavier in matters of the mind. It
took several weeks of research and concentration to discover the mind map that
the late Professor had assembled in Rogue�s mind to prevent her from being
drown in the memories of the people she had absorbed. The sessions between
Magneto and Rogue consisted of Magneto�s careful explanation of the theories
and practices he believed would allow Rogue to overcome the block while Rogue
concentrated with all her willpower to reach the part of her brain where it
felt like she could feel the memories but not see them.

The mental effort left Rogue
exhausted and plagued by a throbbing headache for several hours later. The
success of their efforts was slowly but surely developing. As Rogue chipped
away at the block, piece by piece, memories of lives that were not her own
appeared. With each memory came the ability to block her skins life force
draining effects for a few seconds longer. �

David, the boy she had kissed so
long ago in Meridian, Mississippi reappeared insecure and eager to
learn about the world around him. Logan�s
own disjointed memories came out of sync but very potent; she had absorbed him
twice and more recently than the others. Magneto�s memories were the most
intriguing to her, however. Immediately after the Liberty
Island incident, Professor Xavier had installed the mental block
and she had not had time to sift through most of the experiences of the man
sitting before her. Over the weeks they worked together, she had grown closer
to him through her recovery of the experiences of his life. This intimate
understanding of him only fueled her desire for him more. It also gave her
another desire: to call him by his given name.

�Magneto?� She had asked one day as
they worked together. �Is it alright if Ah call ya Erik?� He had stopped his
reading of the psychological textbook at her question and looked up, quite
flabbergasted. It had not struck him that she might use the memories she had of
his in anyway. Magneto had assumed she loathed the foreign experiences in her
brain and tried her best to ignore them. He had not stopped to consider how
intimate her thorough knowledge of his life made them.

�Yes, you may.� He went back to
reading.

�Ain�t ya gonna ask me what my name
is?� With a smack the book covers slammed together and he set the volume down.
He gave her a glare, trying his best to restrain himself. Rogue realized she
had made some mistake but she wasn�t sure what she had done wrong. There was a
stone cold silence for a few seconds and Magneto sighed, then through pressed
teeth, he addressed her in a clipped manner.

�I have withstood this slaughter of
the English language long enough. If you cannot learn to speak with some manner
of decorum I will not continue to tolerate your company.� He looked fearsome
and Rogue wondered how she had conveniently forgotten that he was a dangerous
killer.

She mutely nodded her head in
reply. With slow grace, his long fingers opened the book he had pushed aside
moments ago, flipping to the page he had been reading. He looked somewhat
bewildered by his angry outburst.

�What is your human name Rogue?�
His voice had held none of the fury that had filled it only seconds ago. She
was taken aback by the change in him from brutal anger to calm concern. It took
her a few seconds to answer.

�Marie. My name is Marie.� Erik
looked at her for a short time longer, testing the name to see if it fit the
woman before him. He was curious how long it had been since anyone had called
her Marie. He wondered if it would sooth her to hear it after so many years of
being only a mutant with deadly skin, only Rogue, never Marie.

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A few days into her stay at the
fortress, Rogue had walked into the kitchen to find Pyro controlling the flames
on the burners of the stove as he ate ice cream straight from the container. She
wasn�t sure which act bothered her more: his blatant disregard for the other
mutants who might want to eat ice cream after him or his dangerous display of
power to relieve his boredom.

�Mind if I join you?� She had
asked, opening the fridge up and rooting through it for an acceptable snack. Coming
up with a bowl of left over chicken salad from the previous night�s dinner, she
had fixed herself a small snack and sat next to her old friend.

�If I did would it stop you?�

�Nope.�

�So I guess its good I don�t. Can�t
be making the Boss�s girl angry, can I? What�s between you and him anyway?�

�Nothing.� Rogue looked down into
her chicken salad and took several hurried bites.

�I�ve seen the way you two look at
each other. It�s freaky; there�s what? 50 years difference between your ages.�

�Pyro, do you have to be so...� She
sounded impatient with his attitude.

�Say it.�

�Do you have to be such a dick all
the time?� He seemed to soften at the slur.

�Yeah, I can be a dick. I just� I
just hate the way you X-Men always looked down on me. And now I�m the black
sheep. I�m sick of feeling like a traitor.� The powerful young mutant looked
surprisingly vulnerable in that moment.

�Ah ain�t an X-Men anymore, Pyro.
Ah�m just like you now. And you ain�t a traitor. Ah ain�t a traitor.� She hoped
not at least. �The X-Men and the Brotherhood are like different sides of the
same coin. We both want the same things, we just go about it real different, is
all.� This was Magneto talking, she was sure of it. Yet the sentence rang true
in her mind. Oh, my. His memories must be
rubbing off on me, she thought with internal derision. Pyro for his part
seemed to contemplate the reassurances she had just given him.

�Pyro, why is Magneto always
ordering you around? He treats you like his servant.�

�� It�s not
like that. I mean I follow his orders but it�s different than being his
servant. It�s nice to be told what to do sometimes. I never grew up with
parents like you did. I was always in and out of foster care. It sucked
majorly. I was always acting up for attention, still am I guess. Even with the
X-Men I didn�t get much better because that place ran on an honor code. But
with Magneto I can�t screw up too much. He won�t accept it. I like the
discipline. It�s good for me.� Rogue was a bit shocked Pyro would reveal so
much about himself to her so quickly. She missed the times they used to spend
together in the mansion with Bobby, a carefree group of friends, before all
that had come to pass sent them each separate ways.

�Okay I answered your question. You
answer mine. What�s with you and the master of magnetism?�

�Um� I guess he has the hots for
me.� Rogue forked her chicken salad uncomfortably.

�But it ain�t one sided, right?� He
prodded.

�Why do ya even want to know?� She
snapped back rudely.

�I have a bet going with Multiple
Man about it. He says you�re not into Magneto; but I know you better than he
does. Come on Rogue, which is it?�

�Well�� She began and she let out a
big breath, readying herself to tell the painful truth. �It�s crazy but I guess
I�m a little attracted to the fact that he�s the only one who can touch me
without getting hurt.�

�I knew it.� Pyro�s hand slapped the
counter in triumph. Rogue and him had talked more after that, till she had
padded away to go to her room, still wearing Magneto�s ebony black gloves on
her hands. Pyro had sat alone for a few more minutes till he too vacated the
kitchen.

Hearing the kitchen door close
again, Magneto hoped to find it empty. He had walked in then and opened the
freezer door to remove a pre-chilled stainless steel martini glass. With
practiced movements he poured himself 3 ounces of his $58 bottle of Belvedere
Polish Vodka. He could not take much more of this infernal waiting. He wanted
Rogue in his bed. He wanted to take her
now. Violently. Every minute in his study alone with her was driving his
need to unparalleled heights. The idea that she knew all that he had gone through
in his long life only increased his interest in her. But he valiantly resisted,
wanting her to come to him first. He would accept nothing less than her
complete surrender of her fear. Erik wanted her to be his lover on equal terms.

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Author�s Notes: I�m
not sure if I explained well enough why Rogue is attracted to Magneto, but gosh
it�s so hot that she is. The mind map and Magneto�s sessions with Rogue are
based on very limited internet research. Anyone with knowledge of psychology is
welcome to offer feedback about how to improve that section. I also don�t know
what Pyro�s background is so I made one up. Pyro�s conversation with Rogue may
not be my strongest point. Tell me if it works.

Also thanks to Jeri
Kojak for her recommendations on the accent scene. And a note on the death threats I have received. I will
try to take them as a compliment and hope that you meant it in jest. I cannot
promise to update with the same speed I have been keeping up till this point. I
do, occasionally, have a social life. And this chapter would have been posted
ten hours earlier if ff dot net, our beloved unstable behemoth of a site, did
not crap out every other day.

Preview: Will
Rogue sleep with Magneto in our next installment? That�s for me to know and you,
my dear readers, to guess.
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