Minion's back! Be happy for her!
Well, sorry I took so long to post this after finishing "WWMT?" Major computer/virus/crashing/burning issues. This was saved on the computer that died, and it was a shitload of work to get it back, so I could have posted it months ago, had my computer cooperated. Not that any of you care.
On another note, I just know I somehow screwed up Mastermind's powers, but it's not like anyone knows what he can and can't do so...creative liberty!
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Magneto was not having a good day.
Unlike most of his bad days, this one was not caused by the Acolyte's all-too-evident stupidity, or the constant reminders that every mission he concocted, no matter how well planned, always failed. No, today's badness came from an entirely different source.
He had a terrible headache.
Now, one may think that a headache is not cause to label the entire day bad. And, in truth, it wasn't the headache itself that was to blame. No, it was the fact that Magneto had woken up with the damned thing pounding behind his eyes for no reason he could think of. It was the fact that when he went to find some aspirin, he discovered it all gone, Colossus and Gambit having taken it all because of the overly loud, incessant punk rock blaring from Pyro's room. It was the fact that all of the stores had closed because of some obscure Russian holiday. It was the fact that Colossus refused to move boxes around because of said Russian holiday.
The list went on.
Magneto's last nerve was shot. He had had enough. He was in absolutely no mood to deal with any crap from his Acolytes. The majority of them understood this, and gave him a wide berth. Pyro stayed in his room, doing God-only-knows what (his stereo had been forcibly removed by Magneto). Colossus also stayed in his room, drawing pretty pictures. Gambit sat in the kitchen playing solitaire. Sabertooth, as usual, had gone out to do Sabertooth stuff.
In fact, the only mutant who was out and about was Mastermind. Unfortunately, he hadn't been with the Acolytes all that long, and thus he had no idea how to react to Magneto's different moods. It was no fault of his own; had he been with the team a little longer, he would have certainly known not to make Mistake Number One.
"Um, Magneto, sir? I was wondering if I could talk to you?" Mastermind nervously approached his irate leader. Magneto grumbled something unintelligible in response. Taking this as a good sign, Mastermind continued speaking.
"Well, I was wondering if it would be possible to switch room assignments, because sharing a room with Sabertooth is, well, disturbing, and...quite frankly he scares me and--" Mastermind trailed off at a strange sound coming from Magneto.
Magneto had been turned away from Mastermind. Now he swung slowly around, giving Mastermind a bit of a shock. The normally immaculate Magneto's eyes were red and bloodshot, his hair was unkempt, and a five o'clock shadow had started to creep onto his face. His clothes were wrinkled, and a ketchup stain was visible on his right sleeve. Normally invisible wrinkles had decided to make themselves known, making Magneto look older, crueler, and more twisted than ever.
In short, the man in front of Mastermind looked nothing like Magneto. Maybe some sort of drunken, demented hobo, but not Magneto. Mastermind timidly backed up, disconcerted both by his leader's appearance and the slightly murderous gleam in his eyes.
"Um, perhaps I should return later?" Mastermind was at the door.
"Do you think that would be a good idea, Mastermind?" Magneto asked with false kindness.
"Yes sir," Mastermind answered frightfully.
"WELL THEN WHY DON'T YOU GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Magneto roared, his face turning scarlet. Mastermind nodded hurriedly and sprinted from the room, Magneto's curses and threats ringing off the metal hallway. Mastermind winced at some of the more creative ones.
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Mastermind threw open the door to the room he and Sabertooth shared, glad for the safety the room provided. Well, at least for all the safety a room inhabited by Sabertooth could provide. Fortunately for Mastermind, Sabertooth had yet to return from where ever he had gone.
Mastermind sat on his bed, for once not disturbed by the carcasses of small animals strewn about the room, or the horrid scent they gave off. As soon as his heart stopped pounding, Mastermind realized something.
He was sick and tired of Magneto constantly pushing him around. As soon as that thought was concrete in his head, he set to work planning a way to get revenge.
An idea struck him, and in the silence of his room, Mastermind cackled evilly.
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Magneto woke slowly the next morning. He could still feel the echoes of the headache in his mind, and a twinge of annoyance made his closed eyes narrow. He reached up to his face and blearily scratched an itch on his cheek. That was odd, it felt almost like he had a beard coming in. He couldn't remember if he'd shaved yesterday.
Magneto almost fell out of bed as he tried to rise. He caught himself at the last minute, and stumbled into the bathroom. He splashed water onto his face to wake himself before examining his reflection in the mirror.
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A loud, ceaseless, and incredibly annoying scream woke Remy LeBeau. After a moment, he recognized it as Magneto's, and wondered sleepily who Magneto was going to kill this time.
"GAMBIT!" That answered that question. Remy sighed and buried his face in his pillow as he wondered what he had done this time.
"GAMBIT! Get up NOW!" Magneto's second screech echoed in the silence. Remy, deciding he wouldn't get back to sleep anyway, opened his eyes.
He was very startled to find himself in the bathroom, staring at the mirror, his face contorted in an expression of panic he didn't share. That changed quickly as he became aware of another presence within his mind.
"So nice of you to join the living, Gambit! Care to explain what I'm doing in your body?" Remy's voice rang in Remy's ears, condescending and cold. It was disconcerting to hear his voice saying things he would never say in a strange, accent-less tone he would never use. He did nothing for several seconds, too shell-shocked to do anything.
He got an even bigger surprise when he realized he had no control over his body.
A silent scream echoed in both men's minds, unheard by anyone else. Both men winced, Magneto visibly and Gambit mentally. Gambit, having discovered he could "talk" mentally, voiced his opinion.
(What the hell are you doing in my body?)
"You act as if I want to be here!" Magneto retorted angrily before he remembered last night. Mastermind! That little swine of a man must have caused this!
Turning on his heel, Magneto steered Gambit's body out of the room.
That little telepathic freak was going to pay.
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Please read and review, as I'm not sure if I like it or not. And I have three or four more chapters written that I could post reallyquick if I thought people were interested...:hint hint:
On another, somewhat odd note, this story was written out of a deep desire to write Magneto/Gambit slash. Unfortunately, I can't write romance to save my life, so this will have to do (if anyone can point me to any Magneto/Gambit slash I'd be very happy)