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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 � Sex, Violence, Drugs, the works
Disclaimer: I still don�t own the X-Men. I do however own
this story and it�s really fun to write.
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 �All Downhill from Here� by New Found Glory to introduce the
character of Catalyst.

Notes: I
introduce an OC here, called Catalyst. She�s a mutant with a bit part to
continue the story, don�t worry. I�m not sure if there�s a Marvel Comics mutant
who could have been substituted, I�m only familiar with the movies. You are
welcome to use her in your fics if you ask first. I will admit that in
Hitchcock-style she is a bit of a self-insertion for the author, but if you
read on you�ll see she�s only mentioned once or twice in the story to advance
the plot. I needed someone with the Brotherhood who had an understanding of
science and that�s how she found her way into the story.

Chapter Eight: BMW
Z3

Magneto:

Magneto knew it was only a matter
of time till he met face-to-face with his favorite blue shape-shifter, but he
had expected it would be in the middle of a pitched battle with her hands
around his neck, not on his island fortress�s security cameras asking
permission to dock her launch. He�d granted it of course, knowing that if
Mystique had wished him harm she never would have shown up as herself, but as
Pyro, Spike, or one of the other mutants.

Without hesitation, he had waved
the door open for her to enter his study, and waited patiently to see her to
enter, knowing she would come to speak to him immediately. If Erik admitted it
to himself, he had never thought he would see Mystique again. After she had
been hit with the cure and her azure scales had faded away to reveal a fragile
human woman, he had dumped her like yesterday�s trash, a heroic sacrifice for
the cause of mutant supremacy.

Later as he gathered his forces for
the assault on Worthington Labs, he found out that she had begun leaking
information to the authorities and he hadn�t been surprised. He�d assumed she
would and took measures to prevent any harm coming from it. After that he had
forgotten about Mystique until he wound up lying on the asphalt of the Golden Gate Bridge with four syringes sticking out
of his chest. He knew in that moment he had gotten his just deserts. Once his
powers began to return he knew for certain that Mystiques� would have as well
and Magneto found himself watching the eyes of strangers closely, waiting for
the yellow gleam to signal his former lover�s imminent revenge.

Yet here she was sauntering into
his study her scales as beautiful and blue as ever, her red hair slicked back
against her head, and her yellow eyes starring at him with a blank expression
that revealed no emotion.

�I see you�re healing well.� She
shifted on her legs. �I heard that the X-Men got you good at Alcatraz.
Four shots was it?�

�Yes.�

�How much of your powers are back?�
Magneto felt no reason to lie to Mystique. She had been his second-in-command
and was no dummy. She was only asking if she already knew the answer.

�I can lift this desk chair, but
not easily, and I can only affect within a ten meter radius.� In the last few
weeks he had progressed to metal objects weighing between thirty and forty lbs.
but it was still a far cry from former glory. He had posted a newspaper clipping
of the stranded Golden Gate
Bridge on the wall facing
his desk as a reminder to himself what he was working towards.

�If you�re planning on attacking me
I won�t put up much of a fight. I think you have the upper hand now, Raven.� He
turned in his chair to stare out his window at the wine-dark Atlantic
Ocean crashing in white foam sheets against the rocks of his
fortress.

�I�m not here to kill you Erik.�

�Oh, is mild torture sufficient for
you then?� She laughed at that recognizing his peculiar sense of humor.

�I�m here to continue my work for
the Brotherhood.� She said straight-faced and looking Magneto directly in his
eyes; however he still wondered how seriously he should take that.

�You�re not angry with me? I would
be in a murderous rage if I had been left naked on the floor of an armored
truck after risking my life for you. But that is just me.�

�I was angry. I won�t sugarcoat it;
I hate you Erik. But the cause is still important to me.� Her yellow eyes
flashed at him when she had mentioned her anger and Magneto didn�t doubt that
he had made a formidable enemy in the blue woman before him.

�No thoughts of offing me and
taking over yourself?�

�I considered it, but the cause
needs you. Mutants look to you for guidance and I don�t have the crowd appeal
you do. For now the cause of Mutant Liberation still needs you.�

�For now?� Magneto hadn�t let her
slip pass by unnoticed.

�For now.� She met his gaze half
way and they knew were they stood. �I�m here to do what is needed by the
Brotherhood, but don�t expect me to share your bed ever again Erik.�

�I respect you too much to ask that
Mystique.� She stayed a moment, watching his expression which was softer than
she remembered it, before she moved towards the door. Before she could open it
Magneto spoke.

�I�m sorry.� Mystique turned back
to look at him, questions in her eyes, but left without another word. She had
not been expecting an apology from him, Magneto knew that, nor had he expected
himself to give one. There was no place in the Brotherhood of Mutants for
humans, even humans who had previously been mutants. And if he had to do it
over again he would have done the same. But his battle against the cure had
softened him and he knew what it meant to be made low.

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�� He waited till Mystique settled into
her old quarters before engaging her on the Brotherhood�s latest work.

�� Mystique,
meet Catalyst.� He introduced the blue woman to a small blond girl who looked
like a teenager wearing a lab coat. Catalyst had a round, smiling face and
green eyes. She shook Mystique�s hand after taking off her green nitrile lab
gloves and removing her plastic goggles. �Catalyst can change the rates of
reaction between substances.�

�� What does
that do exactly?� Mystique asked.

�� She can
speed up or slow down a reaction at will.� Magneto offered.

�� It�s
actually really useful for a lot of things. I can cook food in seconds, make
seeds grow into plants in minutes, and I can slow the aging process to a rate
where it is barely detectable.� She cupped her hand over mouth in a mock stage
whisper to Mystique, �I�m actually 45 years old.� At that Mystique�s eyes
flashed with interest.

�� Catalyst is
one of the most successful chemists of our time. If there wasn�t so much
prejudice against mutants in the sciences she would have won a Nobel prize for
her work in Organo-metallic Heck reactions.� Catalyst blushed at the
compliment.

�� I was just
continuing the work of other chemists. It�s not a noteworthy as Erik makes it
out to be.�

�Catalyst show Mystique around the
lab.� Magneto watched as Catalyst pointed out the various expensive apparatus
that had been acquired to produce the first rate laboratory. Catalyst pointed
out her favorite items: the Krugelrohr they had had to make themselves and the
NMR that Magneto had helped to charge with over 7 Telsa of magnetic fields.

�� This is
Magneto�s favorite product so far.� Catalyst held up a jar containing what
looked like 30 grams of white snow.

�� What does
it do?� Mystique tried her best to remain interested in the science though her
specialty lay elsewhere in espionage and intelligence.

�� It takes
the smoky smell out of Pyro�s clothes.� Mystique broke out in laughter.

�� You really
are a genius.�

�� Here we
have our flagship project. This is the Cure.� Catalyst held up a small green
vial and Magneto watched as the shape-shifter moved away from the tiny vessel.

�� And here we
have the vaccine for the Cure. One shot and the Cure can never disable your
mutation again. It�s stable and safe for use. But we�re still working on a way
to make it water soluble for consumption through the water table.� Mystique
looked at Magneto.

�� We�re not
going to be caught with our pants down again. Every mutant on the planet is
going to get to this.� Mystique smiled as Magneto said that and stuck out her
arm for Catalyst to immunize her.

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�� We enter
here and you�ll begin the pre-flight checks at o-seven hundred.� Magneto
pointed to a crew entrance to the Albany
International Airport.
�There should be no more than seven in your flight crew, you�ll need to disable
them in whatever way you see fit, and slide their bodies down the inflatable stairs;
no hostages should be taken.�

�� Will your
powers be returned enough by then to open the hanger doors?� It was a legitimate
question, why then did it feel so insulting to Magneto. He had to restrain
himself from snapping at his Lieutenant.

�� They will
be.� He referred to the map again. �Pyro will be stationed here to take care of
any security that tries to interfere with the plane�s take off.� The
Brotherhood�s next campaign required air transport and although Magneto was
rich, he was not in any shape to legitimately buy a Bowing 747. So they would
procure one by other means.

The jet fighters had been easier to
get. Russia
has sold them four MIG class fighter jets for about the price of a used BMW Z3
each. The pilots were even cheaper. Their services were bought for roughly
$60,000 in American currency; which in Russia translated to a little over
1.6 million in spending power. God bless Russia�s collapsed ruble.�

�� How long
should the whole operation take?� Mystique asked him.

�� No more
than thirty minutes in and out if we can coordinate the flight schedules to
leave us a clear opening.� Thirty minutes was cutting it very close in his mind
and he wasn�t happy with the prospect of that being their best estimate. There
was more security surrounding airports than anywhere else in America today
and it would take an exemplary performance by every team member for the plan to
go off without a hitch.

Mystique had to fly a plane she was
mostly unfamiliar with despite spending the last few weeks training on
Microsoft�s Flight Simulator using what looked to be an eerily accurate
mock-up. Pyro had to hold off what was bound to be a fleet of emergency
vehicles looking to block the plane�s path for the most part on his own. And
Erik would have to use his mastery of magnetism to open the forty-foot high
hanger doors, when he could just lift a six-foot drainage pipe at the nearby
construction site.

Still, Magneto was looking forward
to the day of the mission. He wanted to get it done with, even if it fell
through and they weren�t able to capture the jumbo jet. He was itching to do
something physical to help the mutant cause. And he wouldn�t feel like he was
truly his old-self again till he was mentioned by Brian Williams on the 6:30pm
Nightly News right next to Osama Bin Laden and Fidel Castro.

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Notes: Two years
of chem lab experience went into the making of this chapter. I actually worked
with cyanide during one step of my reaction. Not fun. All the chemistry
mentioned in this chapter is true. There are Heck reactions and you can make a
Krugelrohr at home out of a vacuum, a coffee maker, and a drill. Seriously, I
worked in a university lab with that exact set up.

So obviously, it would cost more than a BMW Z3 to buy a
Russian MIG, or at least I hope so. However, this is a story and well that
little detail fit well I think. Also, Osama Bin Laden and Fidel Castro are
terrible criminals and I think Magneto would be loathe to relate himself to
them, however I believe he does want to be seen as threat to national security
again. Remember it weighs hard on him that his powers are greatly diminished.

Preview: Next
chap we get to see just how differently Xavier�s school for Gifted Youngsters
and the X-Men are without the Professor to supervise them. And Rogue finally
gets fed up wearing the X-Men suit and takes a hard look at her future at the
mansion.
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