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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 any of this. Although who really
wants to own the remains of Worthington Labs, Alcatraz
facility?
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 �Freedom� by Fleetwood Mac. It�s haunting and describes
Rogue�s feelings of indecision, fear, and attraction to Magneto. It also
mentions Magneto�s fall from grace. Over all, Fleetwood Mac is a wonderful band
and if you have yet to discover their music, please do so. You�ll thank me.

Chapter Four:
Leather

Rogue and Magneto:

�� Hello
Rogue.�

�� Rogue looked
uncertainly at Magneto�s extended hand. She didn�t grasp it, instead helping
herself up and scrapping her opera gloves further in the process. If he thinks I�m gonna let the likes of him
help me, he�s got metal on the brain. Rogue backed up a few steps on the
rubble to put distance between herself and the self-proclaimed Master of
Magnetism. He was just over six feet tall and that was almost a foot taller
than she was. She hated looking up into his ice cold blue eyes; their watchful
gaze sent shivers down her entire body. Just seeing Magneto made her nerves
tingle as she remembered the searing pain of fueling his machine on the top of
the Statue of Liberty. She felt a little better when she took in his attire. He
wasn�t wearing his usual outfit: his cape or goofy helmet notably absent. Instead,
he wore just plain blue jeans and a black track jacket. She felt her stomach
tighten even further; there was a reason he was incognito.

�� Foolish, stubborn girl, he thought as
Rogue backed away from him. She radiated fear, unconsciously standing in a
defensive position, her big brown eyes watching him as though at any moment he
would spring at her. Her fear was completely ill-founded. He could only move
small amounts of metal with his mind and his aim was pitiful at best. The Cure
had disrupted his ability to control his powers and it was slow returning. At
that moment Rogue could easily best him in battle; she was much younger and
more nimble than him. But Rogue didn�t know this and Magneto had no intention
of her finding out. He would use intimidation to keep her from realizing he was
still weakened from the Cure. If he didn�t use his powers much, maybe she would
not be able to guess how diminished they were.

�� Well I can
see someone wasn�t expecting company.� He crossed his arms over his chest,
wondering if it was possible to look intimidating wearing a black track jacket.
He silently cursed himself for dressing so casually. He hadn�t wanted the
conspicuousness wearing a cape and custom made superhero suit brought. Rogue on
the other hand wasn�t wearing her X-Men suit and where there was no suit; there
were no reinforcements and no X-Jet. He knew she had come alone.

�� What are you doing here?�

�� I could ask
you the same question.� He looked directly into her eyes and Rogue�s brown eyes
yielded to his blue, breaking the stare, searching the rubble in the dark. �Let
me guess. Your Cure has worn off and
your natural abilities have returned.� He sneered out the word �Cure�. He
detested calling it a �Cure�; the word poison was better suited.

�� Rogue could
think of no way to deny that he had guessed it right and so easily too. So she
remained silent and refused to acknowledge him.

�� You�re
looking to take more of that poison, only to find there�s none left.� He spit
out the word poison. �Am I correct so far?�
��
�� Rogue
refused to look at him and made no motion to reply.

�� Rogue.� She nodded her head after that and he continued.

�� So you came
here, the only place where there might be more of the Cure left.� His empty
blue eyes bore into her and she croaked out a �yes� in reply.

�� Oh, Rogue,
I�m disappointed in you. I never would have thought you would be so ungrateful
as to rid yourself of the gift God gave you a second time. At the very least,
the part of me you have in your head should have talked some sense into you.�

�Yeah, well� not all-a-us have such
great mutations like bein� �Master of Magnetism�.� She actually had the
audacity to make quote marks in the air with her fingers as her accent leaked
into her speech.

�I�d never thought you would be so na�ve,
Rogue. You always seemed like a smart girl.� Magneto gave her a smile that
chilled her as he moved a step closer; his movements unnervingly graceful over
the broken concrete.�

�What do ya
mean?� She took a step backwards, playing with the fingers of her white satin
opera glove.

�Do you really believe you�re the
first one to suffer because of your mutation?� He walked closer. Of course, she didn�t think that. She
edged backwards, taking tiny steps over the uneven rubble.

�I� ah-,� was all she could manage
to choke out as cut her off, moving two feet closer with each step.

�That you are the first mutant to
live in fear because you can�t control your mutation?� He could reach out and
touch her now if he wanted; she tried to move backwards, only to find herself
against one of the remaining Worthington Lab walls.

�No.� She inched the glove off a
little further.�

�When my mutation manifested itself,
I couldn�t touch anything metal without warping it beyond repair. Coins, food
utensils, even the steel in buildings; I couldn�t control the magnetic fields I
radiated. I was afraid to go outside, worried if I passed by a car I would
destroy it.�

�What happened?� She dared herself
to look him directly in the eye to keep him distracting as she slowly moved the
satin glove further down her arm.

��I learned to control my powers, not to let
them control me. It took years but I learned to harness them and direct them at
will.� She should have remembered all this from his memories, but the Professor
had done his best to lock up Magneto�s presence in her mind. �Have you even
tried to control your powers?�

�The Professor helped me to silence
the voices in my head.� Rogue offered. Almost there, just a little more. Her glove was almost off
her hand.

�But did he teach you to direct
your power?�

�No.� She felt rather than saw the
thin strips of metal encircle her wrists binding them together.

�A pity, you could be so powerful.�
She wrenched her wrists violently back and forth struggling in vain to free
herself from the makeshift hand cuffs. Why
hadn�t she seen that coming? She refused to be so easily defeated by him.
She stuck her jaw out and looked him squarely in the eye, defiant.

�Well, maybe the power to kill
people so easily isn�t as appealing to me as it is to you. I just want to live
a normal life.�

�A normal life? Tell me Rogue, if you�re mutation was more like Ms. Pyrde�s ability to walk through walls, would you still be
so eager to be rid of it?�

She felt him step even closer to
her and could feel the warm heat of his body on the cool night. He was so much
larger than her, the top of her head only reaching his chin. She would have to
jump if she was to try to touch her cheek to his. He had broad shoulders and
long arms; she began to wonder if she would be able to put up much of a fight
against him with her hands cuffed and scarcely any of his skin exposed.

�Is it a desire to be normal, to be human that drives you? Or is it a desire for touch?� With that his
gloved hand reached out delicately stroking down the side of her neck. Rogue
tried to move away, but gasped as the sensation of leather was smooth and soft
across her skin. His touch was so light it felt almost ticklish and Rogue tried
to resist how starved for touch she was. She had nearly enjoyed it.

�Tell me. Do you plan to keep
taking that poison for as long as you can?� He grasped her chin between his
thumb and forefinger tightly. The warmth and pressure of his fingers through
the leather glove was even pleasant. She rejected the thought in her mind as
soon realized it.

�I just want people not be afraid
of me. I want to be able to touch people and not hurt them. I hate seeing all
their thoughts, it�s� it�s like having two people in your head.� Rogue rushed
out, looking into the empty light blue gaze of Magneto above her. His eyes
seemed to shine like beacons in the darkness of the night. She wondered why it
felt so good to unburden herself to him. Maybe it was because she had never
wanted to bother anyone at the mansion with her complaints. �

�And why do you think you have to
completely reverse your mutation to do so?� His hand moved from her chin to
stroke languidly down her left shoulder and arm. It should have been a friendly
caress, but to Rogue, it felt as though he was seeing her naked.

�Professor Xavier could control the
voices in my head, but he never mentioned I could control the skin itself.� She
looked up at his face as it turned from cold to offer what must be his version
of a warm smile. Rogue couldn�t help but wonder what he would have looked like
when he was young and unable to control his own powers. Something told her he
must have been horribly handsome.

�Charles has always excelled in
issues of the mind, my dear, but he knows little about controlling physical
powers. I have mastered manipulation of fields of magnetism. I imagine your
skin�s pull isn�t much different.� With that he leaned down and kissed her on
the lips.

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Notes: Haha, I�m a mean author, leaving off at such a good moment.
I�m not sure how the dialogue worked in this chapter and if I wrote Magneto
convincingly. Let me know, the more reviews, the quicker I update.

Preview: Rogue
and Magneto continue their kiss and their discussion.
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