FIC: X-Book 4: Of Politics..., PG-13, Chpt 11
- X-Book 4 -- Of Politics, Tacos and Other Things that Give You
Chapter Eleven: Magneto's Proposal
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Genre: Crossover (with anything I can squeeze in), SPOILERS FOR X2
Summary: See prologue to book 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
any character from a previously published source portrayed in this
Reviews: Any feedback would be great and is appreciated!
Pyro lead the Malloy twins toward a long circular hallway, about
eight feet in diameter. As they had passed through the island
fortress, both Sid and Rebecca had been quietly impressed by the
structure and workmanship each new chamber revealed. They walked
across a grassy stretch, and noticed Sabertooth standing near the
"Is Magneto here?" Pyro asked Sabertooth quickly. The young man's
earlier good nature seemed to have been lost beneath a somber
shadow. His tone was very serious, and held no fear when addressing
the larger mutant. He was simply one soldier speaking with
another. Sid suppressed a shiver and wondered again about Magneto's
motivation in finding his family.
Sabertooth nodded his head in the direction of the tunnel, "He's
The larger mutant's dark eyes glared down at the twins blankly.
Rebecca met his gaze for a moment until Pyro pointed down the hall.
"Head down there," he said and quickly stood aside.
"You're not going with?" Rebecca asked curiously. Pyro shook his
head but did not speak. It was almost as if he was trying to
imitate the mood of the other members of the Brotherhood, somber and
apathetic toward the entire situation.
"Okay..." Sid said slowly, and then glanced at his sister before
Hard core, he mouthed without speaking and Rebecca caught at laugh
before it escaped her throat. Sid began to walk forward down the
circular hall, but Rebecca paused a moment and stared up at
He did not react or look away, and after a moment, Rebecca sighed
and sported an apologetic grin.
"Sorry about your coat," she said, noticing he was not wearing the
long fur lined garment that she had accidentally singed when he
grabbed her back at her house. The large mutant still did not
react, but Rebecca figured it was worth a try.
She followed after her brother until they came to a smaller, but
more intricately designed room than most of the others.
Mystique and Magneto were seated near a long metallic desk, the only
obvious furnishing in the room. The Brotherhood's leader smiled in
greeting to them and made a gesture of welcome.
"Hello again, Miss and Mr. Malloy," Magneto finally said and the
twins gave him their politest attention, "Or may I call you by
Rebecca and Jeremy?"
The twins exchange glances and then shrugged (though Rebecca did
this with only one shoulder).
"Very well," Magneto said with a friendly tone and he gestured
toward two other chairs in front of his deck, "Please...have a seat."
They did, in strangely perfect time, and each one stared curiously
at the man before them. It was one thing to hear the Council's
frequently exaggerated stories of Erik Lensherr and Charles Xavier,
but it was quite another to actually meet one of them.
"I suppose you are wondering why I've brought you here..." Magneto
said, as if he had a speech prepared for this situation, but the
twins spoke before he could continue.
"No," Rebecca said.
"No, not really," Sid continued, and then added quickly with
anger, "Though I would like to know what prompted you to break into
our house, Mr. Lensherr..."
"Sid..." Rebecca said quickly but he continued.
"And why you thought assaulting one of us was the best way to
introduce yourselves..." Sid said, his voice getting louder with
Rebecca glanced in between her brother and Magneto and, though the
older man's expression remained even, it was obvious that Sid's
disrespectful tone was not something he easily tolerated.
"Sebastian is really, really hoping you're planning to recruit us to
your little Brotherhood here," Sid suddenly added with vicious
sarcasm, "Since you've destroyed our home, we might be looking for a
place to stay."
Magneto regarded the young man coolly but did not reply. He had had
much practice in keeping his temper during his time with the
Council, and Sid Malloy's indignant tone reminded him very much of
those earlier days. Plus, Mystique's obvious fury as she glared at
the young man made up for it. The tension in the room was heavy and
"Nice...way to stay civil..." she muttered before he could begin
"I'm sorry..." he whispered back, "They almost got you killed..."
"No, the bullet the Lady took from my arm almost killed me," she
"You wouldn't have been there to take that bullet if they hadn't
brought that thing to the house," Sid said back, still in a low
voice, but one that everyone could hear.
"They didn't bring that robot to the house," Rebecca corrected
him, "Those guerillas in camouflage did..."
Sid was about to say something else when Rebecca touched his arm and
gave him a hard look. They glared at each other for a moment,
continuing their argument without words, until Sid sighed and folded
his arms with frustration.
Rebecca glanced over at Magneto and sighed.
"Mr. Lensherr," she began, "I hope you understand the position
you've placed us in."
Magneto nodded, his composure never wavering, "Yes. It was
unfortunate the way the situation unfolded. And you do have my
extended apologies at the loses you've had. I'm afraid my decision
to seek out your family, to find out the fate of your mother and her
children, was part curiosity...and part necessity. In these
troubling times, one must know all of their enemies, but also all of
their allies. As for recruiting you...," he spared Sid a long
glance at these words, "...I allow for every possible end when
meeting other mutants. I had hoped your work for the Council would
be leading to the same goal as the Brotherhood...a safer world for
Rebecca nodded and shifted her injured arm uncomfortably. She was
frowning with thought, and after a moment she replied.
"I think that's the goal for any mutant organization, isn't it?" she
said, "I guess it's the method of approaching those issues that
separates you from Professor Xavier's school..."
She made this reference deliberately, curious about why the two
groups held such hostility towards each other.
"Method..." Magneto repeated thoughtfully, "Yes, I suppose that is
true. We have differing opinions on which methods would be
"And you think some of the Council's methods of approaching issues
may also be effective for you in the end," Rebecca said, matter-of-
factly, "Especially considering the resources they have available.
But...you would need contacts there. I guess they wouldn't just let
you guys wander around one of the old libraries..."
Magneto smiled and shook his head, "No, I doubt that."
"And then you knew about our mother's powers and my family's
paternal link to the Council," she continued, but her face suddenly
faded into strange frown, "So, then...why the hell did you just
break into the house? I hate to say Sid had a point with that
"Oh, thanks," her brother said with annoyance, rolling his eyes
toward the ceiling.
"You knew what our mom could do..." she continued addressing
Magneto, "Weren't you worried I'd just blow you up or something?"
Magneto smiled, "Well, I hoped that you had inherited your mother's
"Well, yeah, I guess," Rebecca continued, "But you just decided to
break into a pyrokenetic's house? Whose idea was that?"
Her face was serious, but Magneto could not help but be amused by
her sudden scolding tone. He found her eerie semblance to her uncle
Sebastian almost comical as she ranted.
"And," she continued, "What would have happened if we were a real
Council house? There might have been guarding hexes over the doors
or demons hanging around for whatever reason...I mean, really, how
many people here have ever seen a demon, let alone know how to get
away from one?"
Mystique shifted her gaze to the young woman.
"We've been watching you for months," she replied sharply to
Rebecca, "Some of us have seen demons before, and we never saw
anything supernatural during our reconnaissance."
"Reconnaissance?" Sid asked quickly, and then chuckled
cynically, "Why didn't you just pick up a phone book? We are
listed. You could've just called and asked to stop by..."
Rebecca grinned at her brother, and then glanced back at Magneto
with amused suspicion.
"I'm not the only one who avoids possible phone contact with our
uncle," she said.
"Indeed..." Magneto agreed, "I actually have not seen him or spoken
to him since his...well, let's just say, when he became more of a
"I talked to him a little while ago," Sid said, "He's moving our
things to his New York City apartment. He was...and we
were...hoping you'd be willing to bring us there...after you've
spoken to us, of course..."
Sid said this with doubt, but Magneto nodded politely.
"Of course," he replied, "And, fortunately, your sister has guessed
my motivations for contacting you both. Mutant issues do not have
their proper place within the Council. Yet, it has many ancient and
modern resources that would prove invaluable to our cause."
Magneto leaned forward, his face filled with grave concern. His
tone was soft, almost mournful, and in a more comfortable setting,
could have easily lulled someone into sleep. This was practiced,
and purposeful, and meant to draw their trust.
"Since the psychic attacks the world experienced eight months ago,
violence towards mutants in the community has increased. This
anyone would know just by watching the evening news. Hate groups,
such as the Friends of Humanity, form under the guise of concerned
human citizens seeking peace, but in truth their goals are to make
mutants subservient, weak and extinct. I take full responsibility
for the catastrophe at Liberty Island, and I realize now that a
direct assault on our aggressors would not be advantageous for us..."
At least not yet, Mystique thought to herself, her mouth curling
into a secretive smile.
"...therefore, I am searching for alternative methods to answer this
problem, this prejudice, that mutants must live with. Making
connections with the Council is simply our first step. Our approach
to you both may have been inappropriate, but it did expose a new
threat to our people, and next time we will be better prepared to
face such a threat, and maybe prevent a future tragedy."
When he was finished, Rebecca and Sid exchanged a silence glance.
His words had been forceful, but also seemed very sincere. After a
few quiet moments, Magneto's expression changed again, returning to
it previous pleasant smile.
"Though, I don't expect you will make a decision on this right
away," he offered with a small shrug, "It's a rather large favor to
ask, especially considering the ordeals of the past few days. I
imagine you'll want to discuss it further in private...and discuss
my offer with your uncle, a task I do not envy. But, perhaps I will
have an opportunity to speak with him when we take you to New
The twins looked surprised at the sudden offer. Magneto sat back
and touched his chin thoughtfully.
"We'll leave in the morning," he said with a smile, "I assume you
would like to arrive during the day. Get a few hours of peace
before your uncle awakes?"
"Oh, yes, please," Rebecca replied, her face brightening with
exaggerated politeness. Sid rolled his eyes and sighed, but any
trace of his earlier anger towards Magneto seemed to have diminished
for the most part.
Inwardly, Magneto was very pleased. He glanced at Mystique, and
spoke his plan as if it had suddenly come to his mind.
"You and Pyro should accompany us," he said, and she nodded as they
had rehearsed, and Magneto continued, "He has been waiting for weeks
to have a chance to leave the Island. A few days in the city may be
good for him."
"Sebastian's apartment has plenty of guest rooms," Rebecca
said, "And I'm sure my dearest uncle will be way to busy yelling at
me to even notice you're there..."
Magneto chuckled, "Very well. I'll have Toad prepare the jet for a
morning departure. Until then, I'm sure the Lady would prefer if
you slept in the infirmary."
Sid nodded, "That's a good idea...there were a bunch of cots..."
"Fine, then we shall meet you in the front hanger in the morning,"
Magneto said, rising to his feet. The twins and Mystique also rose
and Rebecca and Sid exited through the long tunnel.
Once they were gone, Mystique looked at Erik with a smile.
"Do you think they believed you?" she asked wryly. Erik frowned at
her with mock surprise.
"Did I say something they should not believe?" he asked.
Mystique shook her head, "No, they expected a lie or an unacceptable
truth. You said exactly what they did not expect. You said exactly
what you meant, but not exactly what you meant..."
She gave him a wicked smile.
"Truthful...but you did not exactly speak the entire truth..."
"But I did not lie..." he said simply, "What truths I have not yet
revealed...will be made clear to them in time..."
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