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Healing
Title: Healing
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Timeline: post X-Men: The Last Stand
Author: AngelofSnow
Pairing: Rogue/Magneto
Rating: M – cursing like a pirate, wicked sexual situations,
a twisted mindfuck
Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-men. I kinda own this story,
so ask my permission before you archive it. Or don’t… it’s not like I’ll ever
find out anyway. Really, I couldn’t care less; I just hope you enjoy it.
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 “Temptation” by The Tea Party. This one major temptation
coming the way of our characters. And some one has lost all control. Another
good song is “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks. We’ll see a scene that
perfectly matches that song in new Rogue and Bobby section.
Dedication: To PetiteDiable. Thank you for being such
a diligent reviewer, PetiteDiable. I don’t know what I would do without my
loyal readers like you; you guys keep me inspired to continue and finish
Healing. You review every new chapter I send out. That’s awesome of you.
Notes: Okay
forgive me. I know I have taken a long time to update. Fear not. When I got to
writing Chapter 25 I had so many good ideas it grew to be over 9,000 words long
unfinished with several more scenes to add. So I decided to split it up. Here’s
the first chapter. It’s disjoint because I didn’t want to take away from the
storyline of Chapter 26 too much. I promise Chapter 26 will be longer, at least
7,000 words.
Updates: XChocolateChipX you are so unbelievably
brilliant! Your review gave me the idea I needed to fix what was wrong with
this chapter. Everyone who’s reading this a second time: I added a big scene in
the middle between the two main scenes in this chapter. You’ll want to read it.
Rogue finally confronts Kitty and Bobby.
Yup this is big stuff. Dark Dark Dark. I recommend breaking out your favorite
snack food and a mixed drink with extra vodka. You’ll need it.
Chapter
Twenty-Five: The Crock Pot Debacle
Logan:
It was around 9PM when he knocked on her door.
“Rogue, darlin’. You in there?” Logan said eager to
finally have some private time to catch up with his estranged friend. He stood
waiting outside the wooden door but the voice he heard answer him wasn’t his
friend’s. It sounded like Rogue’s but not.
“Wolverine! Come in.” Curious, Logan turned the knob and
opened the door.
The sight that greeted him would
stay in his memory for the rest of his life. It was even more shocking than
seeing Magneto kissing Rogue and it would have far more lasting consequences.
Rogue stood next to the bed, not a
scrap of clothing on. She was all creamy smooth white skin, save for the dark
curls between her legs. Her feet were bare, her body unadorned, her breasts
displayed before her without shame. Her hair was plated behind her head and she
walked with languid graceful movements. She shifted her weight back and forth
from one leg to another as she approached him. Her hips sauntered in an age old
dance of seduction and sin. Logan
was speechless; his feet nailed firmly to the floorboards.
“You’re looking good Wolverine.” Logan’s mouth hung open.
He tried to move his tongue to say something but he could not. Rogue came
towards him slowly, her breasts jostling slightly with each step. The blood
drained from Logan’s
face to enter a much lower organ. He was white as a sheet.
“Don’t look so scared. It’s been a
long time since we’ve seen each other.” Rogue’s voice held none of the soft Southern
drawl Logan was
used to hearing in it. Instead it was hard and throaty with clipped words. She
stood only inches in front of him and began to run her hands up and down his
chest. She fingered the dog tags hanging around his neck. Her fingers interlaced
with the metal chain. She jerked on the chain forward, pulling his mouth down
so their lips met. She kissed him; her tongue bursting into his mouth, fighting
his own. Logan
took a step backwards and shoved Rogue three feet away from him.
“Marie! What! What’s?” He was still
incapable of full sentences. Rogue, however, would not be so easily deterred.
She spun towards him in a blur, using a sophisticated move and sent him
sprawling onto the nearby bed. Logan
was so taken aback he lay there as she pounced on him. Her hips straddled him
and she held down his arms as her tongue took possession of his mouth again. She
was licking and sucking his lips with abandon, greedily taking what she wanted
from him. She rubbed her lithe body vigorously against him and despite all the
warning sirens in Logan’s
head his male body responded.
He fought himself to not to give in
to the offer before him. He was appalled and breathtakingly turned on all at
once. A moment of clarity in the fog of lust broke through when he caught sight
of Rogue’s big chocolate brown eyes. They had not her usual mixture of wariness
and naivety. Instead they were relentless and driven. But they were still
Marie’s eyes and Logan
pushed her off of him.
“I don’t know what’s got into you
kid, but this…” he couldn’t look at her curvaceous body as he spoke, “it’s
wrong.”
“Okay.” Marie froze in place for a
second and her hair shook itself out of its plated look behind her head to flow
freely around her in long smooth waves. Her eyes became bright and her lips
pursed in a small, but knowing smile. “How about this? You always had a thing
for Dr. Grey.” Rogue moved across the bed from him and looked him squarely in
the eye.
“Logan,” her voice sounded just like Jean’s
had. “I was wrong. I’m not in love with Scott. He’s not right for me. He’ll
never be right for me. I want the dangerous guy. I want you Logan.” She moved
closer to him again, her hand hesitant but affectionate as it reached out to
stroke his beard. “I choose you.”
Logan’s breath caught as Rogue played out his
personal fantasy in lurid detail. He imagined for a second it was Jean’s lips
who were kissing his. Jean’s hands running through his hair and unbuttoning his
shirt. Jean’s hands on his bare chest. Jean’s warm and willing body waiting for
him to take her. He purred against her as he kissed and licked her neck. Jean
tracing circles on his stomach with her manicured finger nails. Jean’s hands
found his belt and undid the buckle. When her hands brushed lightly against his
straining manhood his mind suddenly shot back to reality and he shuddered away
from her.
“Marie! What the fuck is going on
here?” His voice was a furious scream but her face registered no shock.
“Well if Jean isn’t to your
liking…” she paused again and her hair straightened and fell over her chest as
it usually did. Her posture slackened a bit but it only accentuated the full
teardrop shape of her breasts. Logan
wanted to run from the room and he wanted to grasp the pliable, yielding flesh
of her bosom at the same time.
“Logan,” her voice had the lilting Southern
syllables again. “I’m so happy to be back. Ah couldn’t wait to see ya again.
Ah, ah missed you.” Her cheeks blushed furiously. She whispered shyly, “Ah’ve
always had a crush on you Logan.
Ah… Ah just think you’re mighty handsome and Ah’ve always hoped one day you’d
return ma feelin’s suga. Ah’ve wanted you so bad Logan, for so long. Ah just couldn’t wait any
longer. Please, ah know you only think of me as a kid, but if you’ll give me a
chance Ah’ll prove to you that Ah can make all your fantasies come true.”
Logan’s head spun. He had often wondered if
Marie might have a little teen crush on him. Nothing serious mind you. But when
he heard her mention it in so plain terms all the pieces clicked in his head.
Some tiny part of Logan
that was capable of vanity was proud to know he had sparked her interest. That
part of him responded by unconsciously flexing the muscles in his chest and
arms to show them off to his best advantage. He preened before her and let out
a growl so small it was more of a purr of satisfaction.
He put his hands on Marie’s
shoulders and brought her to him. Logan
wasted no time claiming his prize kissing her full lips. They felt so small and
delicate between his rough ones. He was sure his bristly beard must feel
terrible rubbing on her cheeks and he was careful not to brush her with it. He
held her tenderly in his strong arms as he massaged the roof of her mouth with
his tongue. He moved his head to kiss the tender flesh of neck and the hollow of
her shoulders. Only when he caught sight of her bared breasts did he remember
how this tryst had started.
He stopped and starred at her, at a
loss, what to make of all this and remained frozen in place on the bed. He
looked at Rogue, yet not Rogue, before him. She was herself, but not. She
reached around to pull him back to her and she hugged him and squeezed him
tightly. These were typical Rogue actions. She looked like Rogue and sounded
like Rogue again. Why then was his throbbing need only increasing? He had never
been attracted to the half-pint kid before.
He bolted from the bed and turned
to Rogue his entire body shaking from an emotion he could not identify.
“Stay here. Just stay here.” Logan flew from the room
then. He only stopped running when he had reached Storm’s room on the other
side of the mansion. He didn’t wait to knock; rather he burst into the room.
Beast jolted back from Storm’s open arms. They were fully clothed but had
obviously been kissing each other. Logan,
however, hardly registered that he was interrupting something.
“You gotta come quick. Get
Professor Kojak. It’s Rogue, she’s…” He didn’t know what to say so he just left
it at that and turned around running off again, claws extended. Something told Logan a wrinkly old super
villain had something to do with this twisted mindfuck.
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Magneto and Logan:
Erik was
getting ready for bed when he felt the large mass of metal hurtling towards
him. He sent out a low wave magnetic field. Adamantium…
With a splintering crash Magneto heard Wolverine chop through the door and fly
towards him. Magneto stopped his flight in mid air and pushed Logan back into the wall. Logan’s metal
skeleton crashed through the delicate dry wall leaving gaping holes in the wall
were his elbows, heels, and head had hit.
Erik cringed when he realized that
if he was to maintain the tentative cease-fire between the X-Men and the
Brotherhood that he would have to deal fairly with the Wolverine and politely
pay for the wall he had slammed him into. (First item on Magneto’s bill). The
Wolverine was growling and foaming at the mouth as he fought to break free of
Magneto’s magnetic fields. But Magneto’s powers had returned to where any
battle between the two mutants had only one outcome.
“Is there any good reason you
attacked me or is this how you treat all your guests?” Erik asked after a few
moments.
“What the fuck did you do to
Rogue?” Logan
hurled at him incessant and forceful.
“Nothing.” Erik’s breath caught in
his throat. “Is Marie alright?”
“No. You must have done something
to her. She’s lost her mind.” Erik forgot all about the Wolverine and ran out
the door of his room in his bathrobe and slippers. He rushed towards Marie’s
room panic causing his heart to pound relentlessly in his chest. He dreaded
what he would find.
The door to her room was open and
Storm was holding Rogue down, a towel wrapped around her otherwise nude form.
Rogue was thrashing about in Storm’s arms and making acrobatic moves she would
have been incapable of had her mind been her own. Erik recognized that she was
Mystique instantly by the fire that burned behind her eyes.
“Erik get her off me.” Rogue said
in Mystique’s voice. Erik’s knees weakened as he watched his Marie fall victim
to another one of the personalities in her head. He couldn’t stand to see her
suffer like this. Logan
chose that moment to enter the room and Magneto turned to him.
“Get Professor Kojak. Hurry.” When Logan didn’t move, instead
watching Marie struggle recklessly in Storm’s arms, Magneto pushed him out the
door with a wave of his magnetic fields.
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Everyone:
Professor
Kojak stayed with Rogue for an hour. First settling her consciousness and then
clearing some of Mystique’s memories from her head. It was hard work for Jeri
and she worried it would take over a week to clear Rogue’s head of all her
absorbed memories. It could take months after that to develop a way for Rogue
to do so herself.
As Kojak
worked with Rogue, the X-Men blamed Magneto for Rogue’s lapse. The incident had
attracted unwanted attention and mutants lingered in the hallways listening to Logan, Storm, and Beast
grill Magneto.
“What
happened Logan?”
Storm asked when things had settled down. Logan
was not settled however. He seethed with anger at Magneto and stalked
petulantly about the room his eyes never leaving Marie’s prone form on the bed.
“I came to
see Rogue and when I walked in the room she was naked,” he paused and twitched
as he remembered, “and she wasn’t her self. She was all over me… pretending to
be Jean and later herself. She acted just like…” then it dawned on him. “Just
like Mystique did at Alkali
Lake.”
“What’s the
meaning of this Magneto?” Storm was quick to accuse him.
“I told you
Rogue’s head is overflowing with the memories she has absorbed through her
mutation. We brought her here so that Professor Kojak might help her to clear
her mind.” Erik’s voice was a bit strained but it had its usual commanding
cadence again.
“She wasn’t
like this before. What’d ya do to her?” Logan
asked.
“Nothing.
This is one of the unfortunate side effects of her powers.”
“Bull shit.”
Logan said, his
claws extending as he spoke. The Beast tensed up prepared to stop Logan from doing something
stupid if he had to. Logan’s
tone broke Erik’s composure.
“You think I
want to see her like this?” He snapped at the Wolverine. Erik turned away from
the group, unable to look at them as he remembered what had happened at
breakfast only yesterday. And now Rogue had endured a far worse episode
parading about as Mystique. Erik would do anything to spare her more suffering.
He would even attempt to get along with the Wolverine. He took several calming
breaths. “I want to help her as much as you do. That’s why I brought her here.
I would not have presumed upon your meager hospitality if I did not care about
her welfare.”
“What’s
happening to her?” Beast asked.
“There are
so many memories in her brain that sometimes they invade her conscious thoughts
and she believes she is the individual whose memory is replaying in her head.
In this case she thought she was Mystique. She has believed herself to be me once.
And on numerous occasions she has thought herself the Wolverine.” That
acquiesced Logan’s
anger somewhat with guilt. He hated to think of his Marie having to relive so
many lives, particularly his own.
“Why doesn’t
her mutation take effect?” Beast asked noticing no one had been hurt from
touching Rogue’s very unclothed skin. Professor Kojak fielded that question
from her place at Rogue’s side.
“Her
mutation is located in the conscious part of her brain. When the memories flood
her conscious, they override the mutations ability to function and suppress it
for the duration of her episode.
“Is she- Is
she gonna be alright?” Logan
asked, standing over Rogue’s unconscious form on the bed.
“If
Professor Kojak works with her. She should be herself again in a few minutes.
She’ll have no memory of what just happened. It would be better if you didn’t
mention it to her.” Erik said, hoping Logan
would spare Rogue the shame of her latest lapse.
Logan had no problem not telling Rogue. He
was deeply ashamed of how much he had responded to her advances. He only wished
he could forget the episode himself. But the image of a naked Marie seducing
him replayed in his mind over and over again. His relationship with her could
never be the same.
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Rogue:
Marie’s room
was just as she had left it the day she stormed out of the mansion to find
Magneto. Only her old roommate Jubilee was gone, having moved into Kitty’s room
after Rogue’s departure. Nothing else had been moved. The only thing she could
tell was missing was the bottle of Maker’s Mark Bourbon she had left out in the
open on top of her dresser. She was happy they had removed that or she might
have been tempted to take a sip or two.
All Rogue’s
stuff was just the way it had been and so were her problems with Bobby and
Kitty. They hadn’t changed. She still had a birthday card Bobby had given her
pinned up on her photo board. It hung there faded from the sun just as she’d
left it over six months ago. She took it down and read through it again, maybe
for the hundredth time. She told herself to throw it out, but she couldn’t
bring herself to.
She wasn’t still pinning after
Bobby; she cared for Erik now. But she had dated Bobby for over two years and
they had been close friends before that. Those feelings can’t just die out over
night. She wished with all her heart they could. She hated the way it pained
her to find an old picture of them together, smiling brightly at the camera. If
she remembered correctly Kitty had taken that picture.
Erik had done much to heal the
wound Bobby had struck to her heart. Rogue could not thank him enough for how
much he had helped her. He had repaired parts of her soul that Bobby and
Kitty’s betrayal had torn asunder. But not all of her broken heart could be
healed by him. There were still issues she had to work out on her own.
She had yet
to apologize to Bobby and Kitty. She wasn’t quite sure if she owed them an
apology or vice-versa but she knew she would have to talk to them eventually.
Their interactions in the mansion were awkward with a capital A. Bobby’s
animosity was so palpable not only could you cut it with a knife, you could
slice it up, take it home in a doggie bag and have it for lunch the next day.
She’d had enough of his stares and
it was only the second day back at the mansion. Bobby gave her nothing but
mean, hurtful glares whenever they were trapped in the same room. (Strangely,
while Bobby was starring at her Logan
had avoided making eye contact all day.) It made Rogue feel even more
self-conscious of how badly things had become between them. His cold eyes and
frosty demeanor made her burn with unspoken guilt and wounded pride. She hated
the way he acted as though she was at fault. She hated that he made her feel
uncomfortable in what had once been her home. She hated the way he could still
make her hurt after so long. It gave Bobby power over her that he could still
affect her with just a look. And Rogue hated that most of all.
Kitty, on the other hand, was so
timid she would shrink back anytime she saw Rogue. Sometimes she would shrink
back against the wall so fast she would phase right through it. Rogue felt as
though Magneto had placed a magnetic field around her and it repelled Kitty
away from her. Bobby might have called her a ‘traitor’ but Kitty’s
passive-aggression hurt worse. It had been a long time since Rogue had a close
girl friend to talk to. There was a hole in Marie that Kitty, her ex-best friend,
had once filled. And that hole ached with emptiness when Kitty fled from her
presence.
It was inevitable that Rogue would
eventually run into Kitty or Bobby and be unable to avoid the necessary
conversation that stood between them. Her run in with Bobby came far too early
for Rogue. It was around two in the afternoon when she was taking a quick break
from working with Professor Kojak. She had walked out into the hallway, intent
on getting something to drink from the kitchen when she saw Bobby’s pretty boy
face appear far down the corridor.
She couldn’t very well dart into a
room or run the other way down the hallway. How would that have looked? If only
she was Kitty and she could have melted through the floor to get away from him.
But if she was Kitty, she wouldn’t need to run away; she would be his
girlfriend. Her breath caught in her throat and Rogue squeezed her eyes shut a
few times, stilling tears from forming in them. Bobby walked slower as he came
closer. Rogue’s steps had slowed till they were nearly imperceptible as
movement. They looked at each other and for a second Rogue thought there might
be hope they could settle things between them.
“Bobby.” Her voice was wary but
hopeful. It was stronger than she had assumed it would be.
“Rogue.” He stressed the first
syllable, saying the “Ro” in a way that made it sound like a curse. And to
Marie, the problems of being the mutant known as Rogue were.
Neither knew what to say next and
both stood there awkwardly shifting in place. Rogue pulled on the fingers of an
imaginary glove covering her hand. She would never have to wear her gloves
again, but old habits die hard.
“I’m sorry ah said what ah did when
ah left.” That was easy enough to say and Rogue was happy to get it over with.
Bobby just looked at her for one moment, his hands at his side in ice cold
fists. Rogue’s departure was not a pleasant memory to him.
“You should be.” Rogue pretended
the tone of Bobby’s voice wasn’t as cruel as it felt to her.
“Ah was upset over how you treated
me. Ah spoke without thinking.” Rogue tried to keep from crossing her arms in
front of him. She didn’t want to seem hostile. She wanted this to be worked out
between them.
“Without thinking?” He let out a
snort. “You lost it, kissed Magneto, and went off to join the Brotherhood. You
went crazy or something. But I hear you’re even more unstable now.” Rogue
pulled back as though she had been struck by him. Of all the sensitive spots to
kick her when she was down… he had to question her understandably questionable
sanity.
“Bobby,” She wanted to run from
him. She wished she’d never attempted to talk to him. “You really hurt me when
you- when you cheated on me with Kitty. Maybe our relationship never meant much
to you, but it meant a lot,” She repeated herself for emphasis. “A lot to me.”
“You knew things weren’t going well
Marie. I had been thinking about breaking up with you for a few months before
that, but what with you going through all your problems with the Cure… I didn’t
want to spring it on you then. Kitty and I just happened.” Rogue knew she
should be forgiving; she should try to be understanding but his words didn’t
help sooth her. It made her feel worse to know he had wanted to end their
relationship and he had never even had the guts to just tell her. If he was
really trying to save her the pain while she dealt with the Cure then he
wouldn’t have stuck his tongue down Kitty’s throat.
Rogue wanted to lose her temper at
him. She wanted to yell and throw a fit but the fight was gone in her. She felt
tired; exhausted from all the pain he had caused her.
“Ah know things will never be the
same between us. Ah know you’re happy with Kitty now and I’ve found someone
too.” She thought of Erik, not wanting to sully his name by mentioning it in
this pitiful conversation.
“I’m not dating Kitty anymore. I’m
seeing Jubilee now.” That was news to
Rogue. She looked at Iceman as though he suddenly burst into flames.
“Either way Ah want us to be
friends or at least be able to live in the same house without bein’ so, so
well… like this.” He turned cold again and Rogue felt the air chill around her.
“Rogue you’re one of them now.
You’re in the Brotherhood. You’re a traitor to the Professor’s memory and a
traitor to us.”
“Bobby it’s not what you think it
is.”
“No, Rogue it is. I can’t be
friends with you.”
“Why not?”
“Maybe it’s just too much to ask.”
He turned and left. He stopped when he had got halfway down the hall and called
back. “And keep that psychopath Magneto away from me.”
Rogue refused to cry, walking back
into the Professor’s office hoping Jeri’s presence would keep her from braking
down. Rogue tried to act like nothing had happened but Kojak read her thought
waves like there was a neon sign glowing on her forehead.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She
asked Rogue. Rogue had just shaken her head in reply. She sat down in the chair
across from the tall woman and feeling so light-headed she felt she weighed no
more than a pound.
“I could erase all your memories of
him.” Professor Kojak offered softly. Rogue declined however. As awful as Bobby
had hurt her and as much as her memories pained her, she knew that it was
important to remember the bad moments of life, so one can fully enjoy the good
ones. It is the sum of your memories that make up who you are. And Rogue knew
she wanted to be in full control of her memories and her mutation. Anything
short of that was unacceptable to her.
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Everyone:
“Pyro you
burned the beef stew. How could you burn something that’s made in a crock pot?”
Catalyst said her big green eyes irate and frustrated. She was helping Pyro
clean up the disaster he made in the kitchen while trying to cook dinner for
everyone at the mansion. She berated herself for ever letting him try.
Obviously she was pretty out of it if she had let him near the kitchen.
“It was cooking too slowly. So I kicked things
up a notch.” Pyro said, attempting to clean out the burnt on grease and fat on
the crock pot. It had once had a quaint pattern of ducks on the outside. The
whole thing was a nice brown-black color now that the enamel coating had melted
off. (Another item added to Magneto’s bill).
“It’s a
crock pot you idiot. It cooks things slowly. Oh, dear god…” Catalyst said
hitting the palm of her hand against her forehead. Would Pyro never learn?
Pyro had ruined the beef stew when
he had flamed both it and the countertop. (Another item added to Magneto’s
bill.) They had had to order Chinese. Utter chaos ensued when 32 people were
calling out a rash of numbers for different Chinese food dishes. Someone
confused which restaurant they were ordering from and called out number 29
(cashew chicken) when they really meant number 41 (sweet and sour pork).
Several orders were mismatched. Storm had to recall the restaurant and correct
their order. An hour and $246 dollars later the Brotherhood of Mutants and the
X-Men sat down to a meal together in front of the TV in the common room.
White Chinese food cartons changed
hands in a flurry as everyone got settled. The younger mutants were delegated
to the floors surrounding the couches. Bobby, Kitty, and Jubilee kept to
themselves on one couch hogging all the spring rolls. Beast and Storm cuddled
together on the loveseat sharing a quart of low mein. Catalyst and Professor
Kojak sat together. Pyro and Mystique took the arm chairs. Juggarnaut sat on
the other loveseat all by himself, no one wanting to disturb the eight orders of
Chinese food he had arranged around him. That left Rogue sitting on the long
couch with Magneto on her right and Logan on her left, all three sharing
General Tzo’s chicken.
Magneto had claimed the remote
control using his magnetism and seemed loathe to give it up. He stared down
anyone who suggested he change the channel. Storm was the leader of the X-Men
and she was the first to speak up.
“I think we should all watch the
Weather Channel. They have a brand new episode of ‘Storm Stories’ on now.” That
was met with a general boo. Bobby spoke then.
“I think they’re showing ice
skating on ESPN.” Pyro jerked up from his armchair, spilling his can of soda on
the carpet. (Another item added to Magneto’s bill).
“Oh, no! We are not watching
anything to do with ice. Let’s watch Fear Factor.” Jubilee let out a loud
vomiting sound.
“We’re trying to eat here, Pyro. I
think we should watch Fashion Police on E!” No one liked Jubilee’s idea. Kitty
didn’t have the guts to speak up. She was meek and quiet and chewed on her
spring roll. So Juggarnaut spoke with a piece of shrimp hanging from his mouth.
“We have to watch RAW Wrestling.
It’s on HBO.”
“We don’t get HBO,” Storm said.
“What! What kind of bloody mansion
is this if there’s no HBO?” Juggarnaut lumbered up, rising from the couch and
in the process spilling the eight Chinese food cartons all over it. Soy sauce
and horse radish sauce landed everywhere. (Another item added to Magneto’s
bill).
“Oh shut up you ingrate.” And
Magneto used his magnetism to shove a spoon in Juggernaut’s mouth. That shut
him up. Mystique, feeling more confident Erik would accept her request, went
next.
“I want to watch Alias Erik.”
Magneto and everyone else voiced negative sentiments. The show really sucked
this season. Catalyst went next.
“How about CSI or Cold Case Files?”
“They’re not on right now.”
“Yeah, but we can see them through
TiVo.”
“No TiVo either.” Storm informed
her.
“Man, no TiVo or HBO. Charles is
cheaper than I remember.” Catalyst said and nudged her friend Professor Jeri
Kojak. “Anything you want to watch?”
“I hate TV.”
“Any other ideas?” Catalyst asked
her.
“Well I am up for a good Ian
McKellen movie. I love watching those.”
“I don’t think we have any movies
starring Ian McKellen.” Storm told them.
“No Ian McKellen, no HBO, no TiVo. This
place sucks.” Jeri said.
“I agree,” said Catalyst. Logan finally spoke up
when he realized no one else had the guts to make any other recommendations.
“I say we watch some hockey. You
like hockey, right Rogue?” He put his arm around Rogue. Magneto shot daggers at
him with his steel gray eyes. Marie didn’t hate hockey, but truthfully she’d
watched it for years just to be near Logan.
“Actually Logan, I’d like to watch Smallville.”
“Perhaps another time my dear.”
Erik said and rubbed her thigh affectionately. Logan noticed and his eyes narrowed to slits
while his nostrils flared. Beast, sitting next to Storm, went next.
“I suggest we watch something
educational for the kids. Like Animal Plant.”
“I know something educational to
watch.” Magneto said. Everyone knew he would get his way in the end. It wasn’t
smart to piss off a mutant super villain while he was eating Chinese food.
Besides everyone was too full from eating all the Chinese to really argue
anyway. Magneto flipped to NBC channel 4 and it showed the Nightly News with
Brian Williams coming on.
“We’re going to watch the news and
afterward we are all watching the History Channel’s Modern Marvels whether you
like it or not.” The doors to the common room slammed shut with such force one
of Storm’s African tribal drums fell off the wall and broke apart. (Another
item added to Magneto’s bill). Erik leaned into Marie on the couch and she cuddled
up against him instinctively. Logan waited till Magneto was distracted watching
the news before he reached across Magneto and Rogue to get the Wonton soup
spilling some on Magneto’s lap “accidentally”. (Another item added to Magneto’s
bill. His dry cleaning bill, duh).
Brian Williams perfectly tanned and
immaculately dressed figure came on the screen.
“Our lead story tonight is some
video footage released by the Department of Homeland Security recorded by the
mutant terrorist Magneto. As you know, Magneto is the alleged leader of the
strongest mutant liberation army, The Brotherhood of Mutants, and his
whereabouts remain unknown. The FBI urges anyone who has seen this man or who
knows any information about the Brotherhood to contact their local
authorities.” The clip aired and the aristocratic Magneto appeared on screen
before them.
“My Brothers, hear me now, in this
our time of strife. We did not ask for this war, but it has arrived. We wanted
only to coexist with humans; to live amongst each other in freedom and
prosperity. But that was not to be. Human hate mongers drove the country over
the limits into war and any chance of peaceful cohabitation has become
impossible.” Magnetos image left the screen for a moment as images of
anti-mutant groups and sound clips of anti-mutant sentiments played out.
“Humans no longer want us to exist.
To that end they attempted to force the Cure on us and failed through our
united efforts to resist. But humans did not stop there. They massacre us in
our homes, slaughter us openly on the streets, and deny us our rights as
Americans. We are treated worse than second class citizens by the Anti-Mutant
Registration Act. We are treated as criminals. I say if they think of us as criminals,
why not be criminals?”
“The time to sit idly by and watch
genocide be committed against your fellow mutants is over. I urge those mutants
who are watching this in their homes to take action. Perhaps you have escaped
detection and are able to live in society as though you were human. I want all
of you to ask yourself, in this country, a country that is threatening to lock
all mutants away in detention camps, the country you want your children to grow
up? Is this the way you want them to live? In hiding, denying who they are?”
“You should be proud to be a
mutant. You should be able to live freely and without fear. We are homo superior. We are the next step in
evolution. Over forty thousand years ago superior Cro Magnons took control of
the planet from inferior Neanderthals. It is our destiny to inherent the
Earth.”
“I want to extend an open
invitation to all mutants everywhere to join the Brotherhood and take a stand
against our inferior human adversaries.”
When Magneto’s speech finished,
Brian Williams returned to the screen and continued speaking but no one in the
mansions common room heard it. The Brotherhood stood up and began clapping.
Many of the younger mutants joined in, clapping and shouting that they wanted
to join the Brotherhood. Storm did not seem as pleased to hear Magneto’s
elegant speech.
“I hope you didn’t send that in
from the mansion.”
“It was sent a month and a half
ago. It takes a while for my videos to clear Homeland Security and get released
to the press.”
“I did the lighting.” Rogue popped
up, cheerily taking credit for her help with the video.
“You look good Magneto. Less
wrinkly than in person.” Logan
said. Catalyst sat up straight on her couch, displaying her bombshell figure
and gave Logan
a haughty look.
“I think Erik looks handsome in the
video.” Catalyst seconded her thoughts.
“Erik always looks sexy. I just
wish he could have worn his red shirt.” Jeri said.
“I do have to wash it sometimes,
Jeri.” Erik said to her.
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Notes: So yes all
the TV shows would not be on around dinner time and wrestling probably isn’t
shown on HBO. But it’s just an approximation. I wanted to make the scene as
funny as possible.
If you have forgotten Catalyst is
the character symbolizing your beautiful author and Professor Kojak is her
friend. So we would both love Erik.
If you’ve already left a review and
want to leave a new review of the updated chapter just review an old chapter
you might have skipped reviewing. What do you think of the confrontation
between Bobby and Rogue?
All my Bobby and Rogue interactions
and relationship issues are adapted from real life situations between myself
and someone I will call only T.M. You might remember him from the dedication in
Chapter 18. So why is Rogue apologizing to Bobby and not the other way around?
Try being broken up with. Somehow you’ll find you are the one doing the
apology. All’s fair in love, and there’s an unfortunate practice in our culture
where if you aren’t married, you really have no recourse when someone cheats on
you. Because of that the person who was cheated and rankly used by their
partner, although the wronged party, is supposed to just move on and get over
it. Rogue didn’t and she feels at fault for the tension between them.
Preview: Be
prepared. You think this chapter featured a mindfuck for Logan. Just wait till you read the next
chapter. It is going to be incredible. I know because I have half of it written
already. Oh, and Magneto’s bill for damage to the mansion continues to grow
exorbitantly.
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