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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: Eventual M.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-men. I might own the A-Men and
maybe the O-Men. I definitely own the Z-Men.
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 “Tears Don’t Fall” by Bullet for My Valentine, since I wrote
the first four chapters while listening to it.

Chapter Three: Alcatraz

Rogue:

�� San Francisco was one of
the most expensive cities in the world to live in and it had cost Rogue $42
dollars for a cab ride from the airport to her hotel. She was in such a foul
mood after her flight that she couldn’t stand waiting for the hotel shuttle.
The TSA screeners back at JFK had made her remove her gloves when she went
through security and one of them had touched her hand as they gave her back her
shoes. They notified the flight crew she was a mutant and several passengers
seating arrangements were changed so no one would have to sit near here. Hours
later the fearful, hateful looks of her fellow passengers sitting in the rows
behind her still lingered in her mind. She had sat by the window during the
flight and tried desperately to sleep, only once allowing herself the luxury of
succumbing to tears for a few minutes in the plane’s bathroom.

�� In some ways
the incident with her flight was good for her. It solidified in Rogue’s mind
her resolve to get to the Alcatraz facility
that night. Her resolve had begun to wane as she contemplated the logistical
problems in her plan only days earlier. How was she to get to the facility? Was
it still guarded by the FBI as a recent crime scene? And what about the night
and day construction on what was left of the mighty Golden Gate Bridge?

�� Rogue
laughed for a full ten minutes when she found out how wrong she was. It was
unbelievably easy to get to Alcatraz; the city
was still offering tours of the prison building. All Rogue had had to do was
drift off from the tour group and hide in the bathroom, standing on the toilet
seat when the historical building was closed for the night a few hours later.

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Magneto:

�� Once he
could be sure that he could deflect a bullet fired at him with his magnetism,
Erik knew it was time to stop being simply Erik Lensherr and become Magneto
again. His feet thanked him when he began wearing his old black boots with
metal in the heel again. He declined his invitation to lecture as a Holocaust
survivor to a local Hillel group. Instead Magneto
used a secure phone line to get a hold of Pyro, the only mutant who had
returned to the island fortress after the events at Alcatraz.

�� He learned
from the young man the dire straits the Brotherhood now faced. Without his
leadership and after the crushing defeat at Alcatraz
the Brotherhood was scattered and nearly dissolved, many of mutants deserting
and going into hiding. Only two had jumped ship and tried to join the X-Men,
but it was still a far cry from their largest roster that had once included 482
mutants. It would take a year easily to rebuild the Brotherhood to its former
strength. The thought alone made Magneto tired.

�� The
Brotherhood of Mutants was his life’s work. He had never married nor had
children. Instead he had poured all his energy into the cause. He had worked
tirelessly for years trying to build both his strength and the Brotherhood’s up
so that they would be able to repel the violence that was sure to follow the
hatred and fear that humans felt for mutants. Magneto had always been
determined that this time, when they came for him, when they came for mutants,
he would not go silently into submission. Mutants would fight back, they would
resist, and because they were homo
superior they would win. There was no alternative in his mind. He could not
bear to live through the prejudice and oppression again. The memories of the
first time were still crystal clear and the present U.S. sentiments resembled the past
German ones far too much.�

�� The
destruction of a landmark like the Golden
Gate Bridge
was the type of rallying cry mutant protesters had needed to go from the far
right wing of society to being a mainstream viewpoint. The media at Fox News
was comparing mutants involved in the destruction of the Golden Gate Bridge
to Al Qaeda terrorists. Bill O’Reilly offered free t-shirts for anyone who gave
tips about the location of dangerous mutants. There were round-the-clock
protests on the Mall in Washington,
D.C. A little mutant girl was
denied entry into Disneyworld. A school in Alabama segregated
mutants into a separate facility from human students. The tide was turning
against mutants and Magneto knew his time to prepare for war was disappearing
quickly. More than ever he needed to rally his fellow mutants around him. But
what would it take to convince his followers to believe in him again? What
could restore their faith in him?

A
cure for the cure.

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Rogue:

�� There was
still police tape around the Worthington Laboratory, but no one guarded the
two-story high rubble. A Caterpillar bulldozer in one corner showed they had
started to cart off the debris in barges from the island. There was still a huge
area left to search and Rogue, never having seen the facility when it was
running, didn’t know where to begin.

�� She was
cautious as she slipped under the yellow tape, climbing a fallen wall to
approach the only side of the building that still stood. Reaching to move
inside it, she slipped as the concrete beneath her shifted. With a “humph”, she
fell forward putting her arms out. Afterward, she caught her breath and checked
herself for injury. Her left elbow was scrapped and her opera glove was torn
where a piece of glass had caught it. She pulled her arm to close to her, cradling
it against herself as she searched for the wound. The glass hadn’t cut her somehow.
The glove must have protected her skin. She moved to get up and continue her
search when a large, black gloved hand appeared in front of her face.

�� “Hello
Rogue.”

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Preview: Oooh cliffhanger! Next chap we see Rogue confront Magneto.
I know you all can’t wait, because neither can I.
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