Title: Like Father, Like Daughter
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Timeline: post X-Men: The Last Stand
Author: Silvertia
Pairings: Hints of past Rogue/Magneto, Rogue/Logan, OC/OC
Rating: M for violence, language, and slight sexual situations in future chapters
Disclaimer: I only play with the X-men characters, I don't own them. All I own is my OCs and my little plot bunnies.
Summary: Set 18 years after X-men: LS, the Cure is long gone and the struggle between mutants and humans is still in full chaos. Rogue now has been teaching at the Institute for 16 years, after returning one day with control over her powers and a newborn baby girl.
Author's Note: Ok I totally don't know about you, but I really hated Xavier being killed in X-3 so let's all pretend that he never died and that everything else applies. Everything else still happened, but Xavier did not die!
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Chapter 1:
I glanced around at the vast cool walls of steel and iron surrounding me, hearing its song ringing in my ears. Whoever had constructed this masterpiece of metal certainly knew what metals orchestrated best together, rather than the jumbled messes of most buildings. I could feel the same metals through my black thigh-high boots beneath me, when I noticed my attire. I appeared to be wearing some sort of short-sleeved, black and silver leather top that continued on into a matching pair of shorts. A black silky cape with silver lining was attached to my shoulders and fell just to mid-thigh. I moved my right hand to feel its softness but stopped as I realized that it was covered with a long black opera glove made of very soft flexible leather. Looking down I see that my left hand is covered by an identical one.
I paused, for the metal chorus around me careening to an ear-damaging decibel. It whispered excitedly that He was coming. I frown.
"Who is coming?" I ask, confused. I hear the handle-less metal door behind me swing open and I turn in alarm, instinctively moving into a defensive position. I see finally see the man that has haunted my mother's dreams for as long as I could remember: Magneto. He was dressed in his typical grey battle suit and looked a little older than how I pictured him from my mother's memories. He smiled and said,
"Hello my child. And welcome home."
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"Time to get up, Sil! If you don't hurry then you'll be late for breakfast duty!"
I muttered curses under my breath as I rolled over and threw the covers off, flicking the lights on with a wave of my hand. I sat up and looked at my clock on my nightstand. It read, 6:49am. I leaped out of bed and struggled to pull off my black boxers and tank top, barely opening my eyes as I used my mutation to sense the metal in my closet doors. I pulled a silver and gold corset top and a black cotton miniskirt from their hangers and pulled them on. I glanced in the mirror, and saw sighed as I saw the tangled mess my dark brown wavy locks were in. I called my metal brush to me and pulled it through a few times before braiding it and securing it with an elastic band. Before leaving, I quickly grabbed my favorite silver necklace and fastened it around my neck before rushing down stairs.
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When I arrived at the kitchen I saw the Professor already there cooking pancakes. He used his telekinesis to levitate a spatula and flipped one before turning to face me.
"Good morning Silvertia. How did you sleep?" he asked nonchalantly. He was one of the few people in the house who was well aware of whom both my birth parents are. Xavier was also one of the 2 people, other than me, who knew the true extent of my powers. The other is my mom, known by most as Rouge. Most everyone else thinks I'm just a weak telekinetic who can only move metal objects, when I'm actually able to manipulate electromagnetic fields, create amazing devices, etc. Mum's mutation is also present, for I can also absorb a bit of people's life force and memories/thoughts to fuel my own power.
I sighed, for I knew the reason he was asking me about my night was because Mom had been worried about some of the nightmares that I've had since I'd first absorbed her were because of her memories.
"I slept alright. I had an interesting dream though. And before you ask, yes, you may look if you like."
Instantly I feel his quiet, soothing presence in my thoughts, watching the dream before exiting with a worried look upon his face. I advise you not to tell your mother, because I think she won't take it very well. I know how much you wish to see him, but I'm worried that he won't treat you as a daughter like you want, but as a weapon for his cause. Your mother and I both have good reasons for not telling him, the number one being because we fear for your safety.
I turned angrily from him before forcing open the fridge with a bit more strength than I had meant to, and grabbing the box of eggs. I called a stainless steel bowl and a whisk to me before starting to crack the eggs and beat them together to form scrambled eggs. I called forth another skillet like the one Xavier continued to cook pancakes on and switched on the element before pouring the eggs on it.
More mutants began to stumble into the kitchen, the first of which I sensed as he came down the stairs with Mum. Logan entered the kitchen a moment latter, his adamantium skeleton singing its daily greeting to me. He paused in his conversation, and grinned before wrapping me in a big bear hug.
"Good morning kid. How's it feel to be sweet 16?"
I laughed, and started to giggle as he tickled me. Soon I became out of breath and gently pushed the adamantium away from me when it became painful.
"Stop it Logan! I totally forgot that today's my birthday. Does this mean that I'm going to get that little silver bracelet I've been hinting at?" I replied teasingly.
"Well maybe if you wish for it when you blow out those candles on that amazing chocolate cake that you wanted from that bakery in New York…Storm had to wake up at 4am yesterday to fly the jet to get there when it opened with the time change." Logan continued to talk about the ordeal they had under gone to get the cake.
He was unaware, however, that I had stopped listening after he had mentioned wishing with the candles. A smile played on my lips when I thought of how I really was going to use that wish and how I was going to make it come true.
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A/N: Yay! End of chapter one! This is my first fan fic so please bear with me, it might be a little slow to begin with. I plan to update in a few days. Please review, any comments/suggestions/questions are greatly appreciated and welcome.