Title: Restrained

Pairings: Magneto/Rogue

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Author's Notes: X-Men Movieverse - but set it in darker toned x-verse where they're sending mutants to camps and Rogue is kinda, um, jaded. Written for the prompt: "cuffs"

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The metal was cold against her wrists. These idiots clearly didn't know who she was or they wouldn't have taken her gloves and they wouldn't have cuffed her with metal restraints. Watching the two men at the widow she wondered why she'd ever wanted to be normal.

"Whatcha gonna do with me?" she asked without any real curiosity. She'd long ago decided not to care.

"Pretty little mutie like you? We ain't gonna turn you over to the feds that's for sure." He curled his lips in an attempt to look menacing. Her eyes narrowed as she prepared a retort but she felt the cuffs move slightly and knew her escape was imminent. She shifted her expression to one of her most coy and beckoned the man over with her eyes.

"Ah sure would appreciate it if you didn't." As she intended the man moved closer. He smelled of cheap liquor and sweat as he leaned in toward her. His face was inches from her when she felt the cuffs break apart, she had his face between her bare hands before he knew what had happened. She stared into his panicked eyes, his memories washing over her, a steady stream of petty thievery and vile behavior. No one would mourn him. She curled her lips in imitation of him, it was far more frightening. "You picked the wrong pretty little mutie." He faded quickly having no power of his own and she thrust him aside. Only then did she notice Erik. Having subdued her other captor he was watching appreciatively from the window. She smiled. "I knew you'd come."

"Always, my dear." He held out a gloved hand. "Shall we?" Rogue took his outstretched hand, but hesitated as he started to usher her away. He raised an eyebrow. Smiling wickedly she glanced back at the handcuffs laying broken on the floor.

"Pity they broke." He chuckled softly.

"I had thought you didn't like restraints."

"Who said they were for me?" And with that she pulled him outside, and home.

Fin.