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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. No money is being made
from this; but why don�t you sue me anyway just so you can find out little
savings I truly have.
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 �H� by Tool. Almost any Tool song will do though. �

Notes: So your
author was confronted by her real life friends today who asked where she has
been the last week. She replied: �I�ve been busy with some real important
stuff,� not knowing how to explain she was writing her magnum opus, and that it
was (gasp!) about the X-Men, and (gasp!) about a pairing between Rogue and
Magneto. Exactly how does one explain the irresistible urge to ship M/R to
others? I certainly don�t know. But this story has taken over my life. I need
to stop writing, it takes up almost every minute of my day, but I�ve never been
happier. In one week, I have written 37,192 words.

Chapter Sixteen:
Chateaubriand con Vino Brodo

Magneto and Rogue:

�� Life with the
Brotherhood of Mutants was not what Rogue had expected. She had been led to
believe the Brotherhood was the heartless, militaristic version of the X-men,
where all the warmth and camaraderie of her former school was replaced by
pragmatism and the ruthless pursuit of mutant supremacy. However, this was not
the case at all. Rather, the Brotherhood had an atmosphere much like the
mansion, perhaps even more open and friendly. There was none of the competition
and gossip that ran rampant throughout Xavier�s School.

At the mansion, everyone had been
trying to prove they were worthy to be X-men; whereas at the Brotherhood
everyone seemed to know their place. Each member had their own jobs and areas
of expertise. Rogue found they spent much of their day hard at work on some
major plan of Magneto�s that she purposefully avoided asking about. If she didn�t know what they were doing, she
couldn�t be an accomplice, right? She wasn�t so sure. Mystique was the
unofficial second in command, and when any one of them did not wish to disturb
Magneto, which was often, they came to her. Magneto was looked upon with more
than reverent fear and respect. He was their messiah, their savor. It was never
spoken aloud but Rogue saw it in the way they worked so diligently; completely
trusting his vision.

There was an odd dynamic to be
living with the Brotherhood, but not part of the Brotherhood. When she was
spending time with Magneto, there was never a question of what her place was or
why she was there. She was there to learn how to control her mutation and he
was helping her to do so. But why he was doing her such a favor was a topic of
much curiosity throughout the Brotherhood. And when Rogue ate her meals with
them or hung out in the common room she often felt their eyes on her. What was their charismatic leader doing
helping such a pitiful mutant? It didn�t help matters that she walked
around wearing his oversized black gloves everyday.

�� The
Brotherhood�s day to day life ran quite smoothly. The island fortress was far
larger than she had first perceived it to be and she estimated there were over
30 mutants who lived somewhat regularly within its walls. Many more mutants
came and left again; out to do Magneto�s bidding throughout the country. Meals
were served in a larger dining area off the kitchen. Catalyst prepared the
meals, as she was able to cook them to completion in mere seconds.
Occasionally, Pyro or Magneto would relieve her from kitchen duty; but Pyro�s
meals were a dissatisfying affair, as he tended to burn everything.

Magneto, on the other hand cooked a
splendid meal a few weeks into her stay. He was a master with marinades and a sultan
of sauces. His Chateaubriand con vino brodo had been a delight to behold and
through out the meal Rogue had done her best to savor its succulent juices and
complex spices that danced on her tongue. Dining with the Brotherhood�s other
members she had eaten dinner that night sitting next to Pyro with Magneto and
Mystique across from her. The Brotherhood�s meals were usually friendly and
talkative, especially if Multiple Man was feeling like playing one of his
pranks. But that evening no one had spoken. Everyone had been silent and sober.
Rogue thought it was because of how delicious the meal was. And she couldn�t
help but wonder why no one thanked Erik for cooking it.

�Well, if y�all ain�t gonna say it,
Ah guess Ah oughta. This is a delicious meal Magneto. Thank you.� Rogue
realized as the words left her mouth she had made a terrible mistake. Everyone
stopped in mid chew and looked at her. Even the mutants dining at other tables
turned her way. Something was very wrong.

�What did I tell you about learning
proper respect for the English language? Your blatant disregard for correct
diction and pronunciation is an affront to the land of your birth and to me.�
Magneto had stood up from his seat at the table and glared down at her, his
nostrils flared with wrath. Rogue was reminded of his harsh demeanor as he
loaded her into the Machine. With uncontained fury, he commanded the chair she
sat in to rise a few feet above the floor. His powers were returning nicely now
and the chair, even with her weight in it, was no task to levitate.

�I will try to speak good � er,
well.� She corrected herself quickly fearing to upset him further. He had set her
down after that and she had audible let out a sigh of relief.

�I was not going to include you in
this, but you have given me no choice. Come everyone. We leave immediately.�
The mutants began to rise from their seats, leaving Magneto�s wonderful meal on
their plates and filing for the door. Rogue walked beside Pyro.

�What�s going on? Where�s he takin�
us?� She whispered to him, fearful to speak.

�Haven�t you heard?� Pyro said. Rogue
shook her head in reply.

�We�re going on a mutantitarian aid
mission.� Pyro told her. She looked confused. �Its like humanitarian but we�re
mutants.� She understood then.

�Why is everyone in such a bad
mood?� There was something wrong and she felt so horribly out of the loop.

�You�ll see,� was all Pyro said
back to her. She felt her stomach tighten in a wave of anxiety. She was not
sure she wanted to see what this mission entailed.

In the end, only five mutants
loaded into the helicopter: Magneto, Mystique, Pyro, Juggarnaut, and herself.
The mutants left at the fortress helped to ready the helicopter and prepare it
for flight, including the stowing of several metal crates of equipment. Later,
Rogue heard Multiple Man rallying information back and forth to Magneto who sat
next to Mystique who was piloting the chopper.

Throughout the flight, Rogue
listened to Juggarnaut whose barely contained fury had him uttering unfinished
threats. They went as follows:

�When I get my hands on that guy��
�Just wait till I rip him into
pieces.�
�I�ll show him what��
�
Rogue kept glancing at Pyro
throughout the flight, hoping he would give her some clue as to what was going
on, but he remained mute and looked away from her probing eyes. The flight
lasted an undeterminable amount of time to Rogue. She felt it might have been
two or three hours, but she could not be sure. They finally landed in what
appeared to be a clearing surrounded by pine trees. She couldn�t be certain it
was pitch black out.

The small group dismounted from the
chopper and proceed to trudge about two miles through the pine needle lain
forest. They stopped when they saw lights in the distance. Rogue spotted and
easily discerned the low lying rectangular shape of a mobile home. Their
destination had been a trailer park and from what Rogue could see it was a very
run down one.

The group approached it, moving
closer stealthily until they were only a few feet from the trailer and Rogue
could hear the TV blaring from inside. Magneto raised his hand and the trailer
began to shake a little. She saw him close his eyes and clench his jaw.� His hand shook violently as the trailer
raised itself off of its foundation. She could him see him straining with the
effort, and Rogue felt a pang of pity for the man who once levitated several
cars with ease before her eyes. The trailer tipped over and the ground shook
with a thunderous quake. Magneto began to crush the aluminum trailer like a tin
can as Juggarnaut took off with pounding bounds to the trailer.

Lights came on in other trailers
and shouts could be heard from neighbors who had been alarmed by the commotion.
No one paid them any heed. Juggarnaut returned dragging a wiry, balding man of
perhaps late thirties wearing nothing more than his bathroom behind him. When
Magneto saw them return, he turned to Pyro and nodded. Rogue could see Pyro�s
wicked smile even in the dark as he flicked open his lighter and unleashed wave
after wave of roaring flames onto the overturned trailer. They left it burning
as they walked back into the woods; Juggarnaut roughly dragging the man behind
him by his arm.

When they got back to the clearing,
Rogue had to shield her eyes. She couldn�t watch as Pyro systematically burned
half of his body, while Juggarnaut pummeled the other with punches that
dislocated the mans� shoulders. Rogue looked at Magneto with questions in her
eyes but he said nothing to her, his gaze hard and unyielding. She listened as
the man screamed and screamed into the black night and Rogue prayed that
someone would hear and stop this torture. Just when Rogue thought the man could
not possibly last any longer, Juggarnaut and Pyro stepped away from him.
Magneto stood in front of the man and levitated a dagger she had not known he
had above the man�s prone form.

�For Carly.� And Magneto commanded
the dagger down to sink deep into the mans� crotch. His scream hit hard upon
Rogue�s hears and she felt tears stream down her eyes. They left him there in
the field and boarded the helicopter again. Rogue thought she would vomit from
the sight of the man�s destroyed body left in taters in the field.

When she sat back down in the
helicopter seat, she hugged herself and tried her best to stifle her sobs.
Wordlessly, Magneto handed her a newspaper clipping. By the dim overhead light
in the chopper, Rogue read about the rape and mutilation of an orphaned nine
year old mutant girl by a man known as Gabriel Druckenmiller. Druckenmiller had
several past offences against mutants, and the proof was overwhelming in the
case. However, the police had gathered some of the evidence in the case without
a warrant and he been let off without so much as a trial. The girl was beaten
to within an inch of her life and was still recovering in a nearby hospital.

Only ten minutes later the
helicopter landed again on a landing pad next to a small rural hospital.
Mystique was the only one who stepped out. Rogue watched as she transformed
herself into an older, breaded doctor complete with white lab coat. They waited
about 15 minutes in the chopper for Mystique to return. During that time, Rogue
felt the silence weighing upon her. She shifted in her seat till she could tap
Magneto on the shoulder, he turned around to look at her tear stained face. She
handed him back the newspaper clipping.
�Thank you,� she said and Erik knew
she understood. His eyes didn�t seem as cold then, and she saw what she felt
were tears in his eyes.

Mystique returned cradling a
sleeping girl in her arms. Carly as Rogue knew the girl to be instantly, had curly
dark brown hair and wore only a thin hospital gown. Mystique told Rogue to open
one of the crates at the back of the copter and she did so. Rogue pulled out a
thick fleece blanket and Mystique handed the sleeping girl to Rogue, who
wrapped her tightly in it. During the flight back, Rogue held the girl in her
arms, keeping her warm against her body. She studied the girl�s young face,
careful to make sure she did not come in contact with her deadly skin. Looking
at how fragile and innocent Carly seemed Rogue felt a growing pang of maternal
feelings.

As the helicopter began the long
flight back to the Brotherhood�s island fortress, Rogue thought about many
things. She held Carly in her arms and began to wonder if her views about the
Brotherhood were biased by her time spent as an X-Man. Yes, Magneto had nearly
killed her for his dream, but she was beginning to understand desperate times
called for desperate measures.

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�� Catalyst had
taken Carly and kept her in her lab. She still needed medical treatment and
Catalyst had promised to use her mutation to expedite the girl�s natural healing
process. Rogue was concerned for the young girl and checked on her often.

The next day saw Rogue in Magneto�s
study working on controlling her mutation again as though nothing had happened.
She was waiting for him to break the tension between them; but he remained
unwaveringly grave throughout their work. Finally, as she was getting up to
leave and end their session; he stopped her.

�� Here,� he
thrust a book into her hand. She looked at it as though it might bite her. The
title read Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. �It is the play on which My Fair
Lady is based. I thought you might appreciate it.� Rogue knew this was Erik�s
way of asking for forgiveness for his outburst last night. She accepted the
book with a tiny smile and walked back to the sofa.

�� Rogue
reclined on the sofa and read the play straight through to the end as the
roaring fire kept her warm. She must have fallen asleep at some point, because
she awoke several hours later with a chenille blanket draped over her.

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Author�s Notes:
Congratulations to Kristina for being the 50threviewer. I only
thought I would get maybe 5 people to read this story since it features such an
odd pairing. But your reviews keep me going and give me the strength I need to
keep writing this. Let me know what you think of this chapter.

Preview: �Rogue is beginning to like the Brotherhood.
Rogue is beginning to gain control over her mutation. Magneto is beginning to
get all his powers back. Things are coming along quite nicely.
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