Erik got out of the taxi with obvious elegance. He read "Xavier's School for gifted youngster" on a small plate on the Charles mansion gate. He gave money to the taxi driver through his window and the man quickly took it. When the taxi left, Erik closed the button of his gray jacket and entered the property. Children and teenagers laughing and playing in the courtyard while walking with his decisive steps. He wore a large gray hat with sunglasses, his suit was the right size and it was more the style of a Brit. Some bold young girls whispering watching him walk toward the main door. He paid no attention. They were nothing compared to Mia, his beautiful Mia who had disappeared for three days.

He had no news of her and it hurt him despite himself. If it was someone else, he would not have flinched at the loss but ... She was special to his heart, even more than he wanted to admit to himself. The new factor was that her pregnancy was also a concern. He did not know if she was okay, if she ate well or if she was safe. He was on the edge during these past few days, only to see Charles was in his mind.

He entered the mansion with ease and walked the corridors. He remembered the many times in the manor, he had lived in the mansion for a while as he and Charles were recruiting mutants to stop Shaw. It was in these walls he created links with other people, other mutants. But then the others mutants he considered like his brothers had been killed by the no-mutant because of the stupid experiment. His rage against the humans rose, walking in these corridors. Once in front of the office of Charles, he slammed on the door.

"Come in Erik." The professor said sitting in his wheelchair sophisticated steel. He entered and found Charles and Dr. Hank standing on the Office. "Hello, Erik."

"Hello, Charles."

"What are you doing here?" Hank said with a scowl. Memories of Washington were still fresh in his memory and what he felt when the reporters and photographers had swarmed him in Paris was nothing more than anger and bitterness.

"I just want to see Charles, I don't care about your pathetic feelings. I need to be alone with the professor." Erik said removing his glasses. Hank groaned audibly.

"Hank!" Charles stopped his anger and Hank turned around, "would you mind to let us alone please?" Charles said politely. Hank glared at Erik who remained impassive. Then he nodded to Charles before leaving the polished wooden desk. After Hank slammed the door, Erik walked to the Charles office.

"Glad to see you made a choice between your powers and your legs."

"I had people to worry about."

Erik sat in a chair in the front of Charles office, he unbuttoned his jacket, "you look good and your School is full of teenagers. You have to be satisfied now."

Charles smiled, "I'll be satisfied when there will be No mutant in need and loneliness. I will be satisfied when humans and mutants can live in peace."

"So you will never be satisfied."

"Why are you here, Erik?" He asked in a deep voice.

"I thought you already knew why," Erik said removing his hat. He laid it on the desk in front of him by not diverting Charles's eyes.

"I don't want to use my powers on you without your permission. So it would help if you tell me what you want."

"Maybe I just want to see an old friend," both men smiled.

"Without sounding rude, every time you come to meet me, it ends in disaster." He laughed.

"Well, not today. I have a favor to ask you... I want you to find a mutant for me."

"Raven?"

"Mia."

"Mia? The mutant who controls the lifeblood of a human body."

"That's her yes, she and I moved to a small town in Poland. After an incident, she ran away with a man I believe to be dangerous and I want her back."

"What have you done?"

Erik looked down for a few seconds, "you'll know soon enough. I came to see you to ask for help from a friend. Are you going to help me find her, yes or no?"

"Of course... I'll help you. Do you know who the guy is?"

"His name is Victor Creed, I don't have any other information. He was new in town like us. She is in danger and I have to find her."

Charles noted a hint of worry in the voice of Erik, "Alright, we will find her."

Erik and Hank were standing on the platform behind Charles in the Cerebro. Charles slowly put the helmet on his head and closed his eyes. The machine began to make noises, before thousands of humans and mutants forms of different colors, appeared before them. Charles closed his eyes and vision of these forms moved fast in the search of Mia. Several forms passed before their eyes in fast forward, voices and sounds of these people echoed in the Cerebro. Hank stood silent and Erik watched mutant forms appeared, waiting to see Mia.

Suddenly, a red shape appeared before them. That was her, it was Mia.

"I found her... She is in a park in New Jersey." Charles said in a calm voice but after frowned. Mia's voice echoed around them.

"It's our new life now... I know... it's not perfect but... It's all we have." Mia said, stroking her flat belly. She took a deep breath of fresh wind, "we will make it baby ... We will make it without your fool of a father." She said softly and put a hand on her face, holding her tears, "I miss my plants, I miss my garden, I miss Tyshka. I know I should't but ... I miss him too." She took a deep breath, "I think I really need Tyshka, I'm going crazy here," she laughed to herself and got up from the bench.

Erik clenched his fists, he felt ill. He felt regret and guilt.

"Erik!" Charles said his name with venom that Hank never heard, he took off his helmet and Mia's form disappeared as quickly as it had come. Charles turned to the two men, he was breathing rapidly. His chest rose and fell in a profound way. "What the fuck have you done to her? Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"I didn't want to hurt her."

"Why the hell did you do this then?" Charles almost cried. Erik remained silent.

"In my office now." Charles growled rolling beside the two men. Hank turned to follow the professor while Erik remained petrified. His heart beating rapidly, he didn't know if he was relieved that she was well or if he was relieved that she and the baby were well. The fact of hearing her talk to the baby even though the baby was the size of a finger was amazing in his eyes. Mia was too beloved for her own health, if she really wanted him out of her life she would think of abortion. But there she was sitting on a bench and say he missed him after his barbaric act. He stood there for several minutes before deciding to go see Charles, who will surely transform his brain in porridge.

"How could you dare? I thought you had an ethic of a gentleman! How could you dare? Do you know what she thought? She thought of you and the baby and she blamed herself inwardly. She even thought it was somehow her fault. She doesn't even hate you, Damn it. She should hate you right now but she doesn't even hate you. She's just hurt by the brutality you showed, to have something she would have given you freely." Charles spoke with anger, anger that Mia didn't want to feel for Erik because of her naive love for him.

Erik looked at the glass of scotch in his hand, thoughtfully.

"She felt dirty and worthless... That's why she left. Don't you feel something for her? When will you stop the use of people who care about you to your own selfish purposes? She... She is pregnant, Erik. And this child is yours! Why the hell did you do that without protection? She didn't even know she could get pregnant so easily. She thought... she is too innocent for you Erik, she deserves better."

"I thought she was sterile, that's what was written in her file." He responded by turning the liquid into the glass.

"Victor is a mutant."

Erik finally looked up and frowned, "what kind?"

"I don't know yet but from what I saw in her memories, he is definitely a mutant."

Erik leaned on his elbows, "I have to find her."

"Frankly, I wonder if she is safer there without you."

"I was drunk, Charles." He said quietly, but inside he was seething.

"That doesn't excuse anything, Erik. Your insensitivity to your actions towards her is disgusting."

"I'm not insensitive... I'm..." The look of Charles was hard and cold. Erik knew that whatever he says, he would be misunderstood. Hell, he didn't even understand himself. "Look in my head."

"What?"

"Look in my head!" Erik shouted.

Charles put two fingers on his temple. He was propelled into the memories of Mia and Charles.

...

Erik was sitting under blankets on the couch with a Indian book in hands. The book was written in English, but some words were in Indi. Erik liked to discover new languages, new cultures, new horizons. He especially liked to read a good book under his sheets before a fireplace on a Sunday. He did it before coming to Poland. The peculiarity of the present moment was Mia. She was close to him, under the covers with him and she was reading a book on the life of plants. Erik thought she could have become a passionate botanist if she had been in school long enough. His eyes flickered on her face and the book. She was mesmerizing. Her small tics were cute. He quietly smiled when she opened her eyes wide reading something she found impressive. He could feel her toes touching his. The perfect time of peace he will never forget.

Then another more explicit vision of Mia and Erik on the bed. She was straddling him and he had his head resting on her chest. His hair was sticking to her soft sweaty skin, she could feel his strong arms tightly around her. The pleasure during sex was amazing this time, maybe because Mia tried to ride him. She felt uncomfortable and thought she did it wrong but Erik enjoyed that position in an indescribable way. While Mia rocked the head of Erik on her breasts flattened by his head, Erik took advantage of hearing her heart beat. They were placed there and neither of them wanted to move. To his satisfaction, Mia laid a kiss on the top of his head and she whispered his name with a love thinly veiled. He was touched, even honored to have the privilege of having his sated member inside her and receive so much affection but he didn't want to give her his heart. Not now.

Charles saw the affection and love not hidden that Mia showed him and the false attitude he created not to be too affected. That night he had taken her several times and not once had she complained. Mia had the body of a goddess of water, smooth and silky. His large hands glided over her sensual curves. He made love to her but he also fucked her. A subtle difference that Erik knew and mastered. Erik liked to fuck her. He was an adult; he knew what her desires and fantasies were. Mia was still inexperienced, new in the world of sex and had allowed him to be her initiator. What a bad decision! Her innocence was bothering him. He pounded into her with force to stop her being too affectionate with him. But she didn't stop. She began to tear down every wall, each maze he had spread around his heart and he was afraid.

Finally Charles saw how Mia moved away from him over time. He felt the pain and despair that Erik felt seeing Victor with her. He felt his sexual needs of her at late hours of the night. He felt how her affection, painfully missed him. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, to taste every inch of her body. Penetrate her pussy as tight as the first time. He wanted her, he died for her, but he didn't show it. A fire that consumed him silently, as he watched her make breakfast every morning.

Charles opened his tearful eyes and put his hand on the chairs armrest, resting his back on the cushion. He was silent a moment, looking at how Erik was thoughtful.

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Erik took a sip from his scotch glass.

"You love her ... Love is not a weakness, Erik. It is in many ways a strength. Although I am disgusted by what you did to her, I know that you love her too." Charles sighed, "You should tell her how you feel. It's not good to keep that much of repressed feelings. Mia loves you despite her vein attempts to hide it, she showed it to you. If you didn't care about her, you would not be here today. "

"I don't want to love and lose her."

"You don't lose her, if you protect her. To protect her, you have to keep her close to you and to keep her close to you, you must love her as she deserves."

Erik's mind kept going over the murder of his mother. Charles shook his head.

"You could not protect her. You were a child, Erik. Now you're much more."

Erik looked up, "Now I'm Magneto."

"You are Magneto."

Mia was lying on the grass in the park where she came every day since she returned to New Jersey. Today she was panicked and hurt. Since she was here with Victor, he has not touched her unless she wanted to be. She began to imagine their lives here with her child, that he may consider his if he wanted to. Mia thought everything would be fine from now but she was naive. When she came home early, she saw him.

Victor fucked a woman while another woman was licking the genitals of the first woman. Victor looked like a beast. He grunted and yelled as a pet. Mia was standing in the doorway, shocked by what she saw. Victor didn't notice her peculiar smell during the sexual intoxication in which he was engaged. Mia saw scratching, hitting, slapping of both women. He was so violent that she was rebuffed. Even when Erik forced himself on her that night, he was not... An animal. She had bled but because he was rude and there was no lubrication. What she saw was other things, Victor was violent and Savage, the opposite of what Victor showed her. She felt betrayed anew and she ran out of the house towards the park she found soothing.

She was lying on her back on the fresh grass and looked at the cloudy sky. Silent tears ran down her cheeks and her hands were flat on her belly. Mia wondered if all men were like that, selfish and manipulative. She wondered if it would be better to go to a distant country and raise her child alone.

"A pretty damsel should not cry."

Mia heard the voice and turned her head towards the man standing next to her.

"You are pretty... Maybe we can go somewhere private to get to know each other," the bearded man said. Mia grimaced in disgust.

"No thank you. I'll stay here, I want to be alone."

The bearded man smiled with his yellow teeth, "a brown sugar like you could make lots of money if she wanted to. Is that why you cry? You need money?" He put his hands on her hips with insurance. The hesitation of Mia gave him a smile. "C'mon, we can just talk, I won't bite you. You can make a lot of money, you know."

Mia got up from the ground and dusted off her jeans. "How?"

"By doing certain things for me."

"What things?" She wiped her tears.

The man approached and touched a strand of her hair. Mia could smell the cigarettes that emanated from him.

"You have beautiful skin and lovely hair. Men would pay dearly to have you in their bed"

She frowned, "what do-"

"Ahhhh," he cried out in pain, taking his foot, "God Damn, fuck! It hurts," the man wriggled in every sense of taking his foot in hands. Mia was stunned and remained frozen. "A stud?" He looked at the bloodied foot that had a nail planted right in the middle. "What the fuck is a stud doing in a park? Arggg."

"You should-"

"You should get the fuck out of here." Mia turned and Erik was there before her. "Hello, Mia."

She swallowed audibly.

"Help me! Damn it, help me." The man yelled, feeling the stud in his foot.

"I'm sorry... I don't know... I'm sorry." She stuttered looking at the man suffer.

The man was paying no more attention to her; he complained one last time and left limping as he went to find some help.

Mia turned back to Erik who was smiling, she frowned and a light bulb went off in her head.

"It's you! It's you who made him suffer like that?"

"He deserved it, to dare suggest you to prostitute." He said with venom and a few meters from them, the stud in the man's foot was sinking deeper into his foot.

"Maybe it was not what he wanted to offer me," she turned her eyes shameful.

"It was."

"And then... Even if that was the case, why does it bother you?" She chastised.

"You bear my child," Mia looked full of anger.

"Your child? Now it's your child? You didn't think it was your child when you hurt me." She said with tearful eyes.

"Mia ... I didn't mean to, I wasn't myself."

"But you did it anyways..."

"Mia..."

"Although I begged you not to do it... You continued," she closed her eyes, shuddering.

He took her cheeks with his hands and lifted her head.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I have no excuse... I'm... I'm... I wanted... I want you back with me." Erik stumbled over the words, not knowing what to say exactly.

"I don't want to," she sobbed.

"I want that, I'm really sorry. I miss you, I miss you terribly."

"You lie."

"I don't lie."

"The only time I felt a connection with you was when you wanted to take my body."

"Do you really think that I want you back for sex?" He said, a bit disappointed.

"Yes."

"That's not the truth."

"What is the truth then?"

"You don't have to forgive me if you don't want to... I don't think I deserve your forgiveness for the way I treated you," he let her face go but she put a hand on his hand, looking at him hopeful.

"What's the truth, Erik?"

"The truth is I care about you, more than I care about anyone. You make me happy, Mia. I want to live with you... and with our baby."

She smiled, tears in her eyes, "you care about me?"

"I do more than that... In truth, I have feelings for you for a long time... Forgive me Mimi."

Without waiting, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Erik put his arms around her and deepened the kiss.

"Does that mean you forgive me?" He said smiling on her lips.

"Yes," she nodded quickly and he kissed her again.

A spectator was watching them kiss.

"If you want the beast... I will show you the beast," Victor said, stretching his claws, he would cut every day for her.