Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Distribution: Sure just tell me where.
Rating: Nothing too strong, PG 15 maybe?
Thank to a reviewer called Jessie who said really nice things. I don't mind constructive criticism, but compliments make me write way faster, lol.
Someone mentioned typing mistakes sometimes. Holding up my hand and completely agreeing. I'll try and improve but if anyone out there feels like being an angel and becoming a beta reader, maybe another author who I would return the favour to? Just an idea. If anyone would like to volunteer, you know the e-mail address, (it's below).
Someone asked me if they could have the story for their site, I think the name was ultimate-marie-de'canto, or something like that. Sure, you can. Just send me an e-mail at christinakeane730@hotmail.com. I tried to reply and let you know that it was fine but when I clicked reply, I nearly sent it to the fanfiction site. Also, if you want the NC-17 version let me know and I'll send you the story at your e-mail address. I tried to contact you, by coincidence as another writer mentioned you in their story (the address I copied must have been wrong) and said you wanted fic. Isn't the world a small place?
Okay, we're getting into the action part of the story. You remember the files? The files containing information on the officials around the world against mutants? Well then . . .
Thank to all of my reviewers, you're all wonderful. Please keep them coming. They make me right way faster than I normally would.
* * *
Kitty straightened up, only one last place to check. She went through to Jean Grey's old room. Scott had moved out. He wasn't able to stay there. Kitty looked around the room, and checked all the drawers and cupboards. In the bottom of the closet there were several disks and files. She'd found them. Kitty walked out of the mansion and down to the edge of the complex where Magneto was waiting, "They were in the dead one's room."
Magneto smiled, "Good work my dear."
Kitty smiled as her skin turned blue. Mystique's face appeared, "I always do my best."
* * *
"Do I even need to ask you Professor? You know what I'm going to say."
The Professor smile at Rogue, "I know what you're going to ask."
"Any chance that you might agree?"
"If I said no, what would you do?"
Rogue flushed and looked down, "I . . .don't . . ."
"Yes you do know. You're in love. If I tried to keep you apart you'd probably leave. I don't really want that to happen. You're both eighteen. There is no reason why you shouldn't if you are determined. But you know that it is up to you to be discreet in front of all of the other students."
Rogue couldn't stop here face breaking out into a grin, "Thank you Professor."
"I'm very pleased for you Rogue, you've earned it."
* * *
Bobby was pacing his room, the Professor might say no. It would not be good. He wanted this so badly, he felt like they deserved to be together. On the one hand he was almost sure that the Professor would see their point and agree, but on the other hand, the guy was trying to run an educational establishment and might see it as too much.
The waiting was driving him absolutely crazy. Absolutely crazy. He carried on pacing. They had not been able to be alone for a few minutes at a time since they had spent that first night together. Bobby smiled; she had been amazing. They had been amazing, together. He glanced down and decided maybe he had better think about something other than the way Rogue had cried out as he had touched her . . .when he had . . .Bobby shook his head.
Think about something else. Quickly, like the way his stomach was clenching with nerves over what the Professor might say.
Bobby stopped pacing and headed for the door, that was it, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled the door open and started down the long hallway, just as Rogue came running around the other corner, he called out to her, "Rogue?"
She lifted her head and met his eyes, for a few seconds she didn't say anything, then her face broke into her smile, she nodded her head and ran towards him.
Bobby smiled and sighed in relief and met her, flinging his arms around her, he lifted her off her feet and swung her round in a circle, "Oh God. He really said yes? He really meant it?"
Rogue pulled back and looked at him, "Yes, he said yes. We can. I didn't really even have to ask. He knew what I was going to ask. He just said yes. I can move in with you." Bobby smiled and pulled him to her for a kiss. She moaned and rubbed her hands down his back, "You know, this means, a room to ourselves, with no one there. I know that it's kinda hard to not be touchy feely in class, but if we know that we can go back to our own room any and every night, we may be able to restrain ourselves a little more."
Bobby looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, "You want me to be restrained?"
She smiled back, and took his hand, leading him into THEIR bedroom. She closed the door behind them, "I never want you to be restrained," she pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of her pants.
Bobby looked at her for a second. He couldn't believe that this beautiful, perfect girl loved and wanted to be loved by him. She was amazing; he had never loved anyone or anything as much as he loved this girl. He slipped his hands over her waist and pulled her towards him kissing her fiercely.
This time was different; their first time together had been gentle, beautiful, loving. This time was no less loving, but it was passionate. They clung to each other, and cried out as they held on and rocked together.
Afterwards they didn't move at first. Rogue sat astride Bobby and he was leant against the headboard. Their eyes stayed together always. Rogue reached out with a hand and stroked down the side of his face.
Bobby was surprised at the expression on her face. She was looking at him as though he was the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. She ran her fingers over his cheek and lips, just touching him. She smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him.
Bobby rubbed his hands over her naked skin. This was right. This was how it should be, they were right together, "I love you. You know that right?"
She smiled a little sleepily, "I love you too and yeah, I know it."
He kissed her again as they curled up together and fell asleep.
* * *
Bobby lugged the box down the hall, as Rogue carried two pairs of pants down the hall, "How is it that I'm carrying a box that must weigh about three tones and your carrying two pairs of pants?"
Rouge turned around and smiled at her boyfriend, "Because you love me. And beside, aren't you meant to be a big strong man?"
Bobby smiled at her, "And it's a very good job."
Rogue leaned over the box to plant a kiss on his lips when Logan came up the stairs, "What are you two doing?"
Rogue turned her head and looked at him, "Making out?"
Logan smiled sarcastically, "I meant with the boxes."
Rogue looked down as though she was only just remembering that they were there, "Oh, I'm moving into Bobby's room with him. I had no idea I had so much stuff, I have quite a lot."
Bobby leant his weight on the boxes out of breath, "Believe me she's not kidding. I had no idea, any one person could have this much stuff."
Logan had a very strange look on his face, "Rogue, will you do me a favour and see if Jubilee's around. I wanted to speak to her."
Rogue nodded, "Sure, I'll just leave the pants in the box."
Bobby glared at her but grinned at the same time. Rogue disappeared round the corner and Logan turned to Bobby. "So."
Bobby, who had been following Rogue's retreating form looked back to Logan, "So? What's up?"
"Rogue moving into your room? I assume you can do this because John's left?"
"Yeah, we asked the Professor, and he said that he didn't see a problem as long as we are discreet in front of the other students. I think he saw it as a potential benefit."
"How's that?"
"Well, if we have our own room we don't have to hide in the mop closet to . . ."
Logan cut him off, "Okay, don't need any more details."
Bobby tried not to smile to obviously, "Sorry."
Logan took a deep breath, "Look, Rogue's not a kid and she is perfectly capable of making her own decisions."
"I'm glad that we agree."
Logan nodded, "But unfortunately as you get older and wiser you don't lose the potential to get hurt by people. I know that you care about her," Logan paused, "In fact I think that you love her, but the point is Rogue is the closest thing that I have to family. I don't want to se her hurt. She has had enough of that."
Bobby fixed Logan with a stare, "I wont hurt her I swear. And you're right I do love her."
Logan reached out and put a hand on Bobby's shoulder, "I trust you with her. And I will keep on trusting you with her." He paused as though searching for the right words, "Just don't give me a reason not to."
Bobby smiled, "That seems fair. I wont."
"So, you want a hand?"
Bobby sighed, "I would be eternally grateful. You have no idea how much stuff she has."
"Hey when I first met her all she had on her was a duffel bag and her coat."
"God I wish that's all she now. It's a good job I have a damn big room."
Logan looked at him, "What about John?"
Bobby grit his teeth, "He tried to kill Rogue and then me. He chose the other side."
Logan nodded, "Okay."
Rogue came back around the corner, "Hey, how're we doing?"
The two men hefted the box between them with no trouble, and Bobby smiled, "I think that we're doing better."
Logan looked around, "Where's Jubilee?"
Rogue shrugged, "You didn't really want to talk to her, you and Bobby just needed to have 'the talk'. Anyway, I'll go and pack the next box for you guys to move. There's three waiting for you."
Bobby sighed. Logan just looked embarrassed.
* * *
"We probably should look into getting a double bed."
Rogue looked at the single in the corner of the room, "I don't know, having a single means that we're all . . .snugly."
Bobby grinned, "We can still be snugly . . .just with more leg room."
She smiled back, "Okay, we'll look into it."
Bobby looked at his watch, "You know I can blow this whole thing off if you want."
"Bobby, you're a good player, the basketball team needs all of them that we can get. Besides you love basketball."
"I love you more."
"And I love you more than that. But the point is, you've been looking forward to joining the team for ages, I don't want you to stop because of me. And anyway, aren't we supposed to do separate things? Isn't that supposed to be the healthy way? See? This is me trying to be healthy and not keep you all to myself."
Bobby leant down, "Don't worry I'll resist the basketball's charms."
She kissed him and smiled, "You'd better had Mister."
Running his hand over her cheek, "Are you going to start on the unpacking?"
She looked very serious, "Only when I can no longer find an excuse to put it off."
* * *
Rogue looked around the room, Bobby was right; they were going to need another bed. This one really wasn't big enough for the two of them long term. She flopped down and thought for a minute. There was no way that they could afford to buy a new one and she didn't want to ask the Professor, it was their problem. Rogue thought for a minute and then had an inspiration. She moved all the stuff that she had brought down from her room into as tight a corner as it would go and then she left the room. When she got to the TV room, she found him, "Logan?"
He turned round at her voice, "Hey, what's up? Tell me there aren't more boxes?"
"Oh how funny. And no, there aren't. I was wondering if you could give me a hand with something."
Logan looked doubtful, "Oh God. What now?"
She put on her sweetest smile and a sickly sweet voice, "I was wondering if da big bad wolf would help me move a bed?"
* * *
Bobby came up the stairs. He had made the team. He was glad that he had, but now he wanted to go back to his room and curl up with his girlfriend in his . . .what the hell?
* * *
Okay, so they had managed to get the damn thing down two flights of stairs. It had become obvious very early on that it wasn't going to fit into the lift, so Logan and Rogue had dragged and pushed it down the stairs, with Logan at the bottom taking it's weight and Rogue above trying to steer.
It had been a good idea in theory, until Rogue had pushed left instead of right and Logan nearly broke three of his fingers. If he'd been the type to get easily hurt she might have felt guilty, instead she said something, which Logan thought was very unhelpful, along the lines of, 'oh, well you've got seven more'.
Now they were trying to get it through the bedroom door, which was apparently thinner than Rogue's old room, where they had gotten the bed in the first place. Rogue's first idea had been to use Pyro's bed, but after what had happened, she knew that Bobby wouldn't like it. They had checked with Scott and he had said that it would be fine to move John's bed down to the basement, and Kitty and Ju were pleased to have more space, so it worked out nicely.
Now if they could only get the damn thing actually through the door they might be getting somewhere. Rogue looked at Logan's end, "Maybe if we tipped it diagonally we might be able to get it through?"
Logan sighed, "We tried that. The problem is this door. It's only going to open so far with the hinge the way it is and we're not taking doors off. If we get it at just the right angle, we could get it through. So when I say now just lift. LIFT!"
Both of them lifted, unfortunately Rogue couldn't hold it and dropped the bed onto her own foot.
Bobby laughed as she swore quite strongly, "I'd offer to help but you two seem to be having such fun."
Rogue grinned and Logan just glared, "Did you put this idea in her head? I nearly lost fingers on the stairs."
Bobby waved a hand dismissively, "Ah you got more."
Rogue laughed, "That's what I said, that's what I said."
The two laughed as Logan held onto the bed, "Do you think that we could try and get this thing through the door sometime tonight?"
* * *
Once the bed was through, Logan had only stayed long enough to push it against the other and then practically ran out of the door. Rogue giggled as he fled, "Sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise."
They both flopped onto the beds, "It was, a very funny one."
"I thought that we could push them together and just put double sheets on top. It should do for a while anyway."
Bobby suddenly went serious, "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For not . . .you know . . .using John's bed."
She smiled. It still cut Bobby, she could tell, that one of their friend's would betray them like that. She reached out and took his hand, trying to change the subject, as quickly as was possible, "So, now we need to put sheets on and start unpacking I kept the wardrobe. We'll need it."
Bobby chuckled, "You really would do anything to avoid unpacking alone wouldn't you?"
"Yep, speaking of . . ."
"I made the team."
"Yay, good. Okay, lets get started."
* * *
He stood outside the window of the Senator Porter Mitchell. Rather, he floated. Magneto looked around the room as the Senator practised a speech he was preparing to make tomorrow. A speech supporting the Mutant Registration Act. The very idea filled him with rage. He had been there, and done that. There was no way that he was going to be punished like that again, punished for no reason. Magneto spotted a silver letter opener. He did not enjoy killing, it wasn't a pleasure, but now it was a necessity. He moved his hand and the letter opened buried itself in the Senator's chest, over and over and over again, until he stopped moving.
Magneto moved down and landed on the grass gently beside Mystique, "It's done my dear."
"What about the boy? There must be a way to make these death's look like accidents. Wouldn't he be the best way?"
Magneto thought for a moment, "I think he must be. The boy has massive potential. But we mustn't rush him. He will only be useful if he is taken care of. I plan to see to that."
Turning he walked away. Mystique paused for a moment and looked up at the room where the Senator was now lying dead, she spoke softly before she followed Eric, "Four down. A lot to go."
Distribution: Sure just tell me where.
Rating: Nothing too strong, PG 15 maybe?
Thank to a reviewer called Jessie who said really nice things. I don't mind constructive criticism, but compliments make me write way faster, lol.
Someone mentioned typing mistakes sometimes. Holding up my hand and completely agreeing. I'll try and improve but if anyone out there feels like being an angel and becoming a beta reader, maybe another author who I would return the favour to? Just an idea. If anyone would like to volunteer, you know the e-mail address, (it's below).
Someone asked me if they could have the story for their site, I think the name was ultimate-marie-de'canto, or something like that. Sure, you can. Just send me an e-mail at christinakeane730@hotmail.com. I tried to reply and let you know that it was fine but when I clicked reply, I nearly sent it to the fanfiction site. Also, if you want the NC-17 version let me know and I'll send you the story at your e-mail address. I tried to contact you, by coincidence as another writer mentioned you in their story (the address I copied must have been wrong) and said you wanted fic. Isn't the world a small place?
Okay, we're getting into the action part of the story. You remember the files? The files containing information on the officials around the world against mutants? Well then . . .
Thank to all of my reviewers, you're all wonderful. Please keep them coming. They make me right way faster than I normally would.
* * *
Kitty straightened up, only one last place to check. She went through to Jean Grey's old room. Scott had moved out. He wasn't able to stay there. Kitty looked around the room, and checked all the drawers and cupboards. In the bottom of the closet there were several disks and files. She'd found them. Kitty walked out of the mansion and down to the edge of the complex where Magneto was waiting, "They were in the dead one's room."
Magneto smiled, "Good work my dear."
Kitty smiled as her skin turned blue. Mystique's face appeared, "I always do my best."
* * *
"Do I even need to ask you Professor? You know what I'm going to say."
The Professor smile at Rogue, "I know what you're going to ask."
"Any chance that you might agree?"
"If I said no, what would you do?"
Rogue flushed and looked down, "I . . .don't . . ."
"Yes you do know. You're in love. If I tried to keep you apart you'd probably leave. I don't really want that to happen. You're both eighteen. There is no reason why you shouldn't if you are determined. But you know that it is up to you to be discreet in front of all of the other students."
Rogue couldn't stop here face breaking out into a grin, "Thank you Professor."
"I'm very pleased for you Rogue, you've earned it."
* * *
Bobby was pacing his room, the Professor might say no. It would not be good. He wanted this so badly, he felt like they deserved to be together. On the one hand he was almost sure that the Professor would see their point and agree, but on the other hand, the guy was trying to run an educational establishment and might see it as too much.
The waiting was driving him absolutely crazy. Absolutely crazy. He carried on pacing. They had not been able to be alone for a few minutes at a time since they had spent that first night together. Bobby smiled; she had been amazing. They had been amazing, together. He glanced down and decided maybe he had better think about something other than the way Rogue had cried out as he had touched her . . .when he had . . .Bobby shook his head.
Think about something else. Quickly, like the way his stomach was clenching with nerves over what the Professor might say.
Bobby stopped pacing and headed for the door, that was it, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled the door open and started down the long hallway, just as Rogue came running around the other corner, he called out to her, "Rogue?"
She lifted her head and met his eyes, for a few seconds she didn't say anything, then her face broke into her smile, she nodded her head and ran towards him.
Bobby smiled and sighed in relief and met her, flinging his arms around her, he lifted her off her feet and swung her round in a circle, "Oh God. He really said yes? He really meant it?"
Rogue pulled back and looked at him, "Yes, he said yes. We can. I didn't really even have to ask. He knew what I was going to ask. He just said yes. I can move in with you." Bobby smiled and pulled him to her for a kiss. She moaned and rubbed her hands down his back, "You know, this means, a room to ourselves, with no one there. I know that it's kinda hard to not be touchy feely in class, but if we know that we can go back to our own room any and every night, we may be able to restrain ourselves a little more."
Bobby looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, "You want me to be restrained?"
She smiled back, and took his hand, leading him into THEIR bedroom. She closed the door behind them, "I never want you to be restrained," she pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of her pants.
Bobby looked at her for a second. He couldn't believe that this beautiful, perfect girl loved and wanted to be loved by him. She was amazing; he had never loved anyone or anything as much as he loved this girl. He slipped his hands over her waist and pulled her towards him kissing her fiercely.
This time was different; their first time together had been gentle, beautiful, loving. This time was no less loving, but it was passionate. They clung to each other, and cried out as they held on and rocked together.
Afterwards they didn't move at first. Rogue sat astride Bobby and he was leant against the headboard. Their eyes stayed together always. Rogue reached out with a hand and stroked down the side of his face.
Bobby was surprised at the expression on her face. She was looking at him as though he was the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. She ran her fingers over his cheek and lips, just touching him. She smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him.
Bobby rubbed his hands over her naked skin. This was right. This was how it should be, they were right together, "I love you. You know that right?"
She smiled a little sleepily, "I love you too and yeah, I know it."
He kissed her again as they curled up together and fell asleep.
* * *
Bobby lugged the box down the hall, as Rogue carried two pairs of pants down the hall, "How is it that I'm carrying a box that must weigh about three tones and your carrying two pairs of pants?"
Rouge turned around and smiled at her boyfriend, "Because you love me. And beside, aren't you meant to be a big strong man?"
Bobby smiled at her, "And it's a very good job."
Rogue leaned over the box to plant a kiss on his lips when Logan came up the stairs, "What are you two doing?"
Rogue turned her head and looked at him, "Making out?"
Logan smiled sarcastically, "I meant with the boxes."
Rogue looked down as though she was only just remembering that they were there, "Oh, I'm moving into Bobby's room with him. I had no idea I had so much stuff, I have quite a lot."
Bobby leant his weight on the boxes out of breath, "Believe me she's not kidding. I had no idea, any one person could have this much stuff."
Logan had a very strange look on his face, "Rogue, will you do me a favour and see if Jubilee's around. I wanted to speak to her."
Rogue nodded, "Sure, I'll just leave the pants in the box."
Bobby glared at her but grinned at the same time. Rogue disappeared round the corner and Logan turned to Bobby. "So."
Bobby, who had been following Rogue's retreating form looked back to Logan, "So? What's up?"
"Rogue moving into your room? I assume you can do this because John's left?"
"Yeah, we asked the Professor, and he said that he didn't see a problem as long as we are discreet in front of the other students. I think he saw it as a potential benefit."
"How's that?"
"Well, if we have our own room we don't have to hide in the mop closet to . . ."
Logan cut him off, "Okay, don't need any more details."
Bobby tried not to smile to obviously, "Sorry."
Logan took a deep breath, "Look, Rogue's not a kid and she is perfectly capable of making her own decisions."
"I'm glad that we agree."
Logan nodded, "But unfortunately as you get older and wiser you don't lose the potential to get hurt by people. I know that you care about her," Logan paused, "In fact I think that you love her, but the point is Rogue is the closest thing that I have to family. I don't want to se her hurt. She has had enough of that."
Bobby fixed Logan with a stare, "I wont hurt her I swear. And you're right I do love her."
Logan reached out and put a hand on Bobby's shoulder, "I trust you with her. And I will keep on trusting you with her." He paused as though searching for the right words, "Just don't give me a reason not to."
Bobby smiled, "That seems fair. I wont."
"So, you want a hand?"
Bobby sighed, "I would be eternally grateful. You have no idea how much stuff she has."
"Hey when I first met her all she had on her was a duffel bag and her coat."
"God I wish that's all she now. It's a good job I have a damn big room."
Logan looked at him, "What about John?"
Bobby grit his teeth, "He tried to kill Rogue and then me. He chose the other side."
Logan nodded, "Okay."
Rogue came back around the corner, "Hey, how're we doing?"
The two men hefted the box between them with no trouble, and Bobby smiled, "I think that we're doing better."
Logan looked around, "Where's Jubilee?"
Rogue shrugged, "You didn't really want to talk to her, you and Bobby just needed to have 'the talk'. Anyway, I'll go and pack the next box for you guys to move. There's three waiting for you."
Bobby sighed. Logan just looked embarrassed.
* * *
"We probably should look into getting a double bed."
Rogue looked at the single in the corner of the room, "I don't know, having a single means that we're all . . .snugly."
Bobby grinned, "We can still be snugly . . .just with more leg room."
She smiled back, "Okay, we'll look into it."
Bobby looked at his watch, "You know I can blow this whole thing off if you want."
"Bobby, you're a good player, the basketball team needs all of them that we can get. Besides you love basketball."
"I love you more."
"And I love you more than that. But the point is, you've been looking forward to joining the team for ages, I don't want you to stop because of me. And anyway, aren't we supposed to do separate things? Isn't that supposed to be the healthy way? See? This is me trying to be healthy and not keep you all to myself."
Bobby leant down, "Don't worry I'll resist the basketball's charms."
She kissed him and smiled, "You'd better had Mister."
Running his hand over her cheek, "Are you going to start on the unpacking?"
She looked very serious, "Only when I can no longer find an excuse to put it off."
* * *
Rogue looked around the room, Bobby was right; they were going to need another bed. This one really wasn't big enough for the two of them long term. She flopped down and thought for a minute. There was no way that they could afford to buy a new one and she didn't want to ask the Professor, it was their problem. Rogue thought for a minute and then had an inspiration. She moved all the stuff that she had brought down from her room into as tight a corner as it would go and then she left the room. When she got to the TV room, she found him, "Logan?"
He turned round at her voice, "Hey, what's up? Tell me there aren't more boxes?"
"Oh how funny. And no, there aren't. I was wondering if you could give me a hand with something."
Logan looked doubtful, "Oh God. What now?"
She put on her sweetest smile and a sickly sweet voice, "I was wondering if da big bad wolf would help me move a bed?"
* * *
Bobby came up the stairs. He had made the team. He was glad that he had, but now he wanted to go back to his room and curl up with his girlfriend in his . . .what the hell?
* * *
Okay, so they had managed to get the damn thing down two flights of stairs. It had become obvious very early on that it wasn't going to fit into the lift, so Logan and Rogue had dragged and pushed it down the stairs, with Logan at the bottom taking it's weight and Rogue above trying to steer.
It had been a good idea in theory, until Rogue had pushed left instead of right and Logan nearly broke three of his fingers. If he'd been the type to get easily hurt she might have felt guilty, instead she said something, which Logan thought was very unhelpful, along the lines of, 'oh, well you've got seven more'.
Now they were trying to get it through the bedroom door, which was apparently thinner than Rogue's old room, where they had gotten the bed in the first place. Rogue's first idea had been to use Pyro's bed, but after what had happened, she knew that Bobby wouldn't like it. They had checked with Scott and he had said that it would be fine to move John's bed down to the basement, and Kitty and Ju were pleased to have more space, so it worked out nicely.
Now if they could only get the damn thing actually through the door they might be getting somewhere. Rogue looked at Logan's end, "Maybe if we tipped it diagonally we might be able to get it through?"
Logan sighed, "We tried that. The problem is this door. It's only going to open so far with the hinge the way it is and we're not taking doors off. If we get it at just the right angle, we could get it through. So when I say now just lift. LIFT!"
Both of them lifted, unfortunately Rogue couldn't hold it and dropped the bed onto her own foot.
Bobby laughed as she swore quite strongly, "I'd offer to help but you two seem to be having such fun."
Rogue grinned and Logan just glared, "Did you put this idea in her head? I nearly lost fingers on the stairs."
Bobby waved a hand dismissively, "Ah you got more."
Rogue laughed, "That's what I said, that's what I said."
The two laughed as Logan held onto the bed, "Do you think that we could try and get this thing through the door sometime tonight?"
* * *
Once the bed was through, Logan had only stayed long enough to push it against the other and then practically ran out of the door. Rogue giggled as he fled, "Sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise."
They both flopped onto the beds, "It was, a very funny one."
"I thought that we could push them together and just put double sheets on top. It should do for a while anyway."
Bobby suddenly went serious, "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For not . . .you know . . .using John's bed."
She smiled. It still cut Bobby, she could tell, that one of their friend's would betray them like that. She reached out and took his hand, trying to change the subject, as quickly as was possible, "So, now we need to put sheets on and start unpacking I kept the wardrobe. We'll need it."
Bobby chuckled, "You really would do anything to avoid unpacking alone wouldn't you?"
"Yep, speaking of . . ."
"I made the team."
"Yay, good. Okay, lets get started."
* * *
He stood outside the window of the Senator Porter Mitchell. Rather, he floated. Magneto looked around the room as the Senator practised a speech he was preparing to make tomorrow. A speech supporting the Mutant Registration Act. The very idea filled him with rage. He had been there, and done that. There was no way that he was going to be punished like that again, punished for no reason. Magneto spotted a silver letter opener. He did not enjoy killing, it wasn't a pleasure, but now it was a necessity. He moved his hand and the letter opened buried itself in the Senator's chest, over and over and over again, until he stopped moving.
Magneto moved down and landed on the grass gently beside Mystique, "It's done my dear."
"What about the boy? There must be a way to make these death's look like accidents. Wouldn't he be the best way?"
Magneto thought for a moment, "I think he must be. The boy has massive potential. But we mustn't rush him. He will only be useful if he is taken care of. I plan to see to that."
Turning he walked away. Mystique paused for a moment and looked up at the room where the Senator was now lying dead, she spoke softly before she followed Eric, "Four down. A lot to go."