Hello one and all! I'm a bit new to the X-Men corner of fanfiction but after seeing First Class, I had to write something.

Now, it does say Erik/OC but it's not exactly that. In the comic universe (which honestly I just know through Wikipedia) there was a woman named Magda that Erik did fall in love with. This story is simply my version of it to go with the new movie. Most if not all of the story is before the movie.

Enjoy!

I own nothing. Unfortunately.

Chapter One

Auschwitz

Magda felt as though the world was moving in slow motion. She stared at the words looming above her: work sets you free. She did not know what to think of it but she felt herself clinging even tighter to her brother, Peter. Normally he would have shrugged her off or thrown some kind of rude comment at her but instead he acknowledged her need to get closer and gave her hand a tighter squeeze.

She looked up at her big brother and smiled. At sixteen years of age, light years ahead of her twelve, he was all she had. They had fled in the middle of the night from their home nearly a year ago, the sounds of gunshots chasing them in the darkness. Magda never saw her mother or father again and Peter refused to speak of them. She eventually became used to it, keeping her hopes and dreams of seeing the rest of their family again to herself.

Rain was falling, soaking her clothes all the way through. Her shoes and socks were caked with mud and the hat on her head, which was Peter's, was dripping water in her line of vision but she refused to take it off. Instead, she tried to ignore the drops and looked at her surroundings.

There were people on the other side of the fence to their right. They were working, paying no attention to them as they moved along. Most of them were terribly thin and they all wore these striped outfits that resembled pajamas. If Magda squinted, she could make out writing on their arms but she could not tell what it was.

"Peter," she whispered, tugging on his arm. "Who are they?"

"Quiet, Magda," he replied, voice stern.

"But Peter…"

"Ssh! Now is not the time." That ended the conversation there. Magda sighed and looked forward. Though she was small and could not see above anyone in front of her, she could tell that there was something going on ahead. There was much shouting. From what she could hear, people were being ordered around. A woman began to scream suddenly. Magda gripped Peter tighter. They managed to move a few more steps before a strong hand grabbed Magda by the arm and began to pull her away. Magda instantly struggled against the force that sought to take her from her brother, though it hardly affected anything.

"No! Peter!" she screamed, tears starting to run down her face, mixing with the rain. "Peter! Don't let them take me!" The soldiers separated them quickly. Peter tried to fight them but he was thin from hunger and tired from the journey. He stood no chance. They beat him down with a rifle and dragged his body away. Magda began to fight harder but the soldier lifted her up as though she was nothing more than a ragdoll. She screamed harder, calling for her brother, hoping he would rescue her.

Suddenly the sound of screeching metal caught her attention. For some reason, Magda fell silent then. She looked over to see a boy reaching out to the gates the others had just passed through. There were several soldiers around him, all trying to pull him away but somehow they could not.

The soldier that was carrying her noticed how quiet she had become. When he saw what was happening, he abandoned her right there and went to help the others. Magda, though free, did not move. She was frozen in place, watching the event unfold. The gates were starting to bend, as though an invisible hand were crushing them. She began to look between them and the boy, who was getting closer to them despite the number of men gripping his small body.

One soldier finally came up and knocked him out cold with the butt of his rifle. Everyone fell over then, as though a force they had been fighting was suddenly cut off. The gates ceased their movement as well, though now they were drastically different. The top and bottom were bent inward, nearly torn apart. He had almost succeeded in getting through, but now he was splayed unconscious on the muddy ground, a young, helpless boy once again.

This was the first time she met Erik Lehnsherr.

It was no longer raining on her, but Magda was cold nonetheless. She still wore her wet clothes and there was a cold breeze in the room coming from the doorway. After the soldiers had recovered, they took her and the boy inside an old, brick building, tossing them into a random unoccupied room, or cell. It was hardly big enough to be called anything else. The walls, ceiling and floor were made of concrete and besides the two of them, there was nothing else within. On the outer wall was one small window with bars to prevent escape and the door was solid metal with one small viewport for whoever wished to see them.

Magda was huddled in the corner, gripping her knees tightly. Her eyes warily watched the still unconscious boy on the other side. He was very still but every now and again he would twitch and Magda would nearly scream. She did not want to end up like the gate. Occasionally her eyes would move to the door, waiting for it to begin bending in two but it remained as still and silent as the boy.

Another hour or so passed by. The rain ceased, giving way to a blue sky. The sun was starting to set, its orange glow entering the cell, the shadows of the bars resting on the door. Magda began to wonder where Peter was. Was he out there with the others or was he somehow in the building with her? She wished she knew.

The boy coughed and his eyes flew open. Magda gasped and went to cover up her mouth, hoping he had not heard. It was not as though she could get away with him never seeing her but a little more time before the inevitable sounded appealing.

He whipped to face her, scared by the sudden outburst of noise. They stared at each other a long time, both silent and terrified before the boy sat up, squinting as his head no doubt pounded with pain. He stayed that way for a long time, hand holding his head as though it were about to fall off. Magda just watched him, heart beating so fast she thought it might burst. Eventually the boy began to look around the room, taking in the new sight. He was older than her but not by much. His hair was the same dark brown but straight where hers was wavy and his eyes were a bright blue, unlike her dark brown. He seemed innocent enough but the sight of that gate kept creeping into her mind.

"How did you do that?" she asked, voice shaky and unrecognizable.

The boy turned to look at her, confused. "Do what?"

"The gate. You broke it like a toy." There was a moment of silence as he remembered the past events. He shook his head slowly.

"I don't know. It just…happened. I just wanted to get to…my mother!" He stood suddenly, though at first he was very unbalanced and nearly fell again. Moving to the door, he looked for some way to get out. Again, Magda expected the door to fly open without his touch but he did nothing of the sort. He just looked at it uselessly, shoulders sagging as he realized how hopeless it was.

Magda felt bad then. After all, he was in the same situation she was. Her fear slackened slightly, allowing her to loosen the grip on her legs. She stretched them out, knees grateful for the relief.

"They took my brother too," she said quietly. "He tried to fight them but…" She trailed off, unable to finish. Where was Peter?

He looked at her again, blue eyes inquisitive. "What about your parents?"

Magda shook her head. "They're gone." She found herself thinking of that night again though she tried her hardest not to. Sometimes she would still wake up in the middle of the night calling for them. Fortunately Peter would always be there to make the pain go away, but now he was gone too. Who would take away the terror now?

When Madga came back to reality, she found the boy sitting next to her. She jumped slightly but did not put her guard back up. There was a small smile on his face, warm and inviting. She had not seen many smiles over the recent years. It was nice to see one again.

"I'm Erik," he said, holding his hand out for her to take. Magda looked at it suspiciously for a moment but slowly reached her hand out to take his. She thought there would be some electricity or some other mysterious feeling accompanied with touching him but there was nothing. Shaking his hand was no different that shaking anyone else's.

"Magda," she replied, releasing his hand. She watched as Erik began to take his coat off. "What are you doing?"

"You're freezing." Magda looked at herself. Indeed she was shivering out of control. Her fingers had started to turn blue and her teeth were chattering at a rapid rate. She wondered how she did not notice. Erik placed his coat around her shoulders and Magda instantly felt warmer.

"Thank you."

Eventually the sun set behind the horizon and the room became dark, brightened slightly when a street lamp turned on just outside the building. Erik and Magda huddled close together, trying to keep warm. Magda had offered his coat back but Erik refused. She needed it more.

With her head on his shoulder, Magda eventually asked, "Erik, do you think we'll ever leave?"

"Yes," he said immediately. "Me and my parents and you and your brother. We'll all leave together."

It was that lovely thought that sent her to sleep that night.

Morning arrived sooner than either of them expected. Their shivering had finally given way in the dead of night, leaving the two quite comfortable as they slept on one another. Magda had wrapped herself up tightly in Erik's coat, enjoying the smell of pine that it gave off. It made her dream of a forest, far away from the cold, dark place she found herself in.

The sound of the thick, metal door opening startled the two from their slumber. Bleary eyed and half conscious, neither had any reaction when the guards grabbed and dragged them to their feet. They walked side by side with two armed guards behind them down the narrow, twisting hallways of the building. Neither Erik nor Magda said anything but they would glance at each other now and again, fear of the unknown reflected in both their eyes.

Eventually they stopped in front of a door in the middle of a random hallway. It did not look much different from any of the others, save for the room number which was 235. One of the guards knocked and the door was quickly opened. A man stood before them, in his mid thirties perhaps. He wore a pair of thick glasses and had dense, slicked back blonde hair. His eyes, in true Aryan nature, were blue, though much darker than Erik's. He smiled, which she supposed would appear kind normally but to her it may as well have been the most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

"Ah, the new patients have arrived," he said, sounding giddy. Magda took a step closer to Erik.

"Patient, Doctor Bauer," replied the guard that had knocked on the door. "Doctor Schmidt has requested to see the boy."

"Schmidt," he spat. "He shows up one day and thinks he runs the place. I did not work all my life to get to where I am just so some Austrian can take my patients whenever he pleases. You tell him I won't be allowing this anymore. My work here is important."

"Yes, Doctor," the guard said, pushing Magda forward in his direction. Doctor Bauer grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside the room. She managed one last, terrified look at Erik before the door slammed shut behind them.

The room was pure white, bleached to near perfection. In the center was a metal table surrounded by several objects on trays. Magda could not come near to venturing a guess as to what they were. Something told her she did not want to know.

Turning to face her, the doctor kneeled down and looked her in the eyes. He seemed to be studying her. Magda tried to step away until he placed his hands firmly on both her shoulders, continuing to stare at her as if he were looking for something. She wished Peter was there.

"What is your name, darling?" he asked softly, smiling again.

"M-Magda," she whispered.

"Magda…what a pretty name. Do you know why you're here?"

"No, Doctor."

He chuckled. "Please, call me Uncle Bauer." She had an uncle once before the war started. He was kind and did not scare her as this man did. However, Magda did not want to be punished so she nodded in agreement.

"You're here to help me, Magda. What you and I accomplish together could save many, many lives," he paused, smiling wider. "Would you like to save lives, Magda?"

Magda nodded slowly. "Yes Doc-Uncle Bauer."

"Good…good. Now come with me," he said, standing up again and taking her by the hand. He led her over to the table. "You and I are going to get to know each other very well."

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