Revised Edition
Chapter 7, "C'est le Vie (That's Life)"
A/N: I had no idea so many people were reading this! Ok...wow. Now if I had this good of an audience for Learning to Live Again and Looking Through Your Eyes, I'd be blessed beyond belief. LOL. But yeah, thanks to everyone who's taking the time to read this or any of my stories. Proves I'm better than my English teacher says! Ha! (Don't ask.) As for if this is gonna be a Rogue/Gambit or Rogue/Magneto romance...I'm giving you till January 3rd, 2002. That's the day I go back to school, so I figured that would be as good as day as any. So tell me what YOU want!
Rogue sighed as she tossed another piece of fallen rock into the pile behind her. Being as she was forced to do a lot of the grunt-work, she ended up being the most tired at the end of the day; invunerability could only do so much she was fast learning. She wiped her forehead with the back of a gloved hand, then glared at the glove. The source of quite a few of her troubles. She knew perfectly well what Magneto and quite a few others probably thought happened between her and Gambit a few days ago when she was allowed to see him. But if they knew the truth, they'd look at the Cajun as if he was nuts. But truth be told, that was the best night of her life. Just having him hold her for a while...
Magneto's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she glanced around for him. She spotted him coming towards her, inspecting the works she had done so far on repairing the former hallway to the way it once was.
"This hallway is looking much like it did Rogue. Your hard work is showing more and more."
Rogue was a bit surprised by the praise from the Master of Magnetism. But she didn't let it show of course. "Thank ya Erik...Ah mean...Magneto."
"No need to call me by my code name, Rogue. We have worked side by side before. This instance should be counted as no different."
"If ya don' mind me askin' Erik...Why is ya bein' so nice t' me? Ah mean...Supposedly Ah'm yo' enemy or somethin."
Erik stood quietly for a moment before speaking. "I need your help Rogue. Enemy or not, I do condsider you a friend of mine. And those, my dear, for me are few and far between these days."
"But what about th' professah? Ah know ya'll were real good friends. Why did a difference in views mean so much that ya had t' give that up? Ya both still think o' eachothah as friends, Ah know that for mahself."
Erik just lowered his head. Master of Magnetism or not, he needed people he could count on, and who would listen to him when he had problems. This young woman knew quite a bit about his past from absorbing him, and she still respected him. Why? He had no clue. In the Savage Land he may have lost her admiration, but he hoped he hadn't lost her friendship. "You are a naive woman Rogue. Not everything is simple. I thought you, with your powers should know that by now. Charles is a friend to me, but our views on mutant-human relations will always be a barrier keeping us from being friends like we once were. I consider you my friend, but you follow the man who is both my enemy and my friend. For that, I must put myself against you and the other X-men as well. It is not what I would choose if there was another way, but my life has steered me in this direction Rogue. The course of your life has pitted you against me." Erik paused to look at Rogue, who was standing there quietly. "Something you want to say Rogue?"
She nodded. "Ah'm flatered ya consider me yer friend, but...Ah just can't see how two friends like you an' th' professah ended up with such a rift between ya. Ah'm still friends with Petey (A/N: Piotr/Colossus), an' he kinda gave up on th' prof's dream."
"Maybe so Rogue, but Charles' dream is just that. His dream. While you and the other X-men may share in those beliefs, the dream is not your own." With that, Magneto turned and headed back down the hall from which he came, leaving Rogue to finish her work and think about the conversation.