VERSE: X-Men movieverse
TIMELINE: post X-Men: The Last Stand
PAIRING: Eventual Rogue/Magneto
RATING: NC-17 (rated for later chapters)
DISCLAIMER: I dont own the X-Men. I am not making any money off of this.
SUMMARY: The Cure is only temporary. As their mutations return, Rogue and
Magneto meet. Magneto attempts to reunite the Brotherhood; Rogue attempts
to control her deadly skin. Life is not easy for Rogue and she discovers
Magneto may be the only one who can help her. This story features a romance
between Magneto and Rogue.
NOTES: Thanks to KumaDaPuma for the beta. This story is complete, 34
chapters long, and 134,000 words. It can also be found here:
Chapter One: Skillets
At first, he had considered suicide. It had taken him several
weeks to completely dismiss the idea from his head. It was beneath him to
take the cowards way out. Still the prospect of facing the rest of his
life as such a changed man was not appealing. He felt weak. He felt human.
For the first time he felt his age. He knew he was no longer young. He knew
he was getting older; the evidence greeted him every morning when he looked
in the mirror. He was sixty-seven for heavens sake. But he had never felt
It was difficult adapting. He had not returned to his fortress.
It was too difficult to face what had once been the center of his power.
All that metal
He wasnt ready yet. Besides, how would he have opened the
door to his own room? It was made of metal and he had purposefully never
put a doorknob on it.
So he rented a small apartment in San Francisco and filled it
with wooden furniture. He bought several cheap Ikea décor plastic lamps. He
used only disposable Bic razors; the ones with the plastic handles and
barely two blades to shave with. He even bought that ridiculous new age
flexible plastic cookware. It was a nightmare to cook with. The red plastic
skillet burned everything he made in it and it was a fight to remove the
egg residue that stuck to it. Yet he never considered buying a good metal
He lived on as little money as he could, hesitating to withdraw more than
was necessary from his foreign bank accounts. He was still considered a
wanted man to the U.S. government. Every so often, he would see his picture
on CNN with the words dangerous mutant terrorist underneath it. He always
laughed when it came on the screen. If they only knew
He began making plans to settle in San Francisco. He considered taking a
job as a guest lecturer at the University of San Francisco. Perhaps when
enough time had passed from the battle at the Golden Gate Bridge he could
get a full time job teaching there. He didnt dare lecture on Mutant
Relations, though that was obviously a subject he felt passionately about
and the one he knew best. He would surely be recognized as Magneto if he
did. Instead, he talked with the schools Rabbi about doing a Holocaust
On warm days he would go to the park just to leave his apartment.
Occasionally he played chess there, eventually playing against a man named
Jonas. Jonas was very old, Erik guessed in his eighties and he never spoke
aloud. Erik liked that. When he tried playing against other opponents they
had annoyed him with their mindless prattle. They seemed so human. Erik
could beat Jonas without much effort. He missed Charles terribly.
The loss of his closest friend weighed heavily on him. He was only now
beginning to deal with his grief. As much as he had disagreed with Xaviers
politics and as much as they had been enemies, it meant nothing to Erik.
They had still been friends. They had had the type of friendship were no
matter what came between them (the Statue of Liberty incident) and no
matter how long they went without speaking (his plastic incarceration),
they picked right back up again as though nothing had happened. Even though
he could never accept his friends peaceful placating methods, Erik never
for one moment stopped caring about Charles. He found himself wondering if
there was more he could have done to prevent his friends death. The
wolverines accusation that he hadnt tried to save Xavier from the Phoenix
struck a cord. Perhaps, if he hadnt goaded Jean so much about unleashing
her power? Or if he had tried to fight her with Charles? They could have
Magneto was not someone who second guessed himself or regretted a necessary
sacrifice if it benefited his cause of mutant supremacy. But he wasnt
Magneto anymore. He was only Erik Lensherr. And Erik had regrets.
It started with a paper clip. It had moved away from him when he tried to
pick it up. He thought for a moment it might be static electricity or his
eyes giving out on him. But when his fingers had neared the paper clip
again, it moved. He didnt feel the hum of metal around him and he could
not move the paper clip towards him, only away, but it was a start.
A week later he could move the chess pieces around on the board in the
park. He began to hope. It was three months after he had been stabbed with
four doses of the Cure while on the Golden Gate Bridge. Eagerly he
searched the net for information about mutants who had also taken the Cure.
He found blogs by several mutants who were regaining their powers.
Apparently, the glorious Cure had only brought temporary relief. It was
said that the Cure only lasted three or four months and then mutations
returned in about another two months. He had had four doses and his immune
system was older and slower to remove the drug from his body. He knew he
was facing a long recovery.
But recover he would. For now he would bide his time and heal. Just the
thought of no longer being weak made him feel years younger. Without his
powers he felt exposed, defenseless. He had nightmares about the camps
again and being unable to fight back. Now his thoughts strayed back to his
abandoned cause. He began to dream again his old dreams of a separate land
After another two weeks he could levitate small metallic objects and the
faint hum in his mind of nearby metal had returned. He bought himself a $38
Kitchen Aid iron skillet.
Notes: This is the only chapter I'm going to post on list. As it would be
unfair for me to clog your email accounts with 34 chapters and 134,000
words when you can just go ahead and read it on my livejournal account. I
really hoped you enjoyed the first chapter.
Preview: Next chapter we see how Rogue has been fairing now that she can
touch. It turns out she is really ticklish. Go here to read chapter 2:
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