"Oh come on, why the hell doesn't the key work!?" Jamming it in the door again, Sarah twisted the key as hard as she could, the rain battering down on her, as it had done for her whole journey home. Motorbikes were just not the best thing for the rain, as soon as Sarah's foot had hit the pedal the rain had started. The journey had been a slow one, if she had been in a better mood she would have left the bike and taken a more sensible way home, but today she wasn't feeling quite as comfortable in her life as usual.

Still the door wouldn't open, why was everything on earth designed to slow her down today?

"Oh fuck Mondays!" She yelled in exasperation, slamming a hand on the door in a vain attempt to make it spring open.

It screamed in protest at being hit off the wooden door, bringing more shouts as the weather suddenly took another turn for the worse; lightning flashed through the trees, illuminating the door in front of her for a brief moment, the keyhole shining in a sort of mockery. Finally giving up she sat down on the step and settled in to watch the storm for a while, she had always loved watching them, even being in them to some extent, there was something very comforting about the fact that everyone else was inside and she was out, something pleasing. Her keys jingled gently in her lap, as if trying to remind her that she should fit in with everyone else and get inside, picking them up she threw them away in disgust.

The clatter as they hit the pathway never came.

"Now now, no need to get angry at inanimate metal."

It was Eric Lehnsherr. The rain and continually changing shadows made it difficult to make out his face, but Sarah knew it was him. She slowly stood up, not sure where to back off to now that he was holding the keys to her house in his hand, floating in fact, a few centimeters above his leather gloved fingers.

"I'm guessing this has nothing to do with the late fines." She muttered, desperately trying to think of something to do or say that might explain why a previously normal, mild mannered man was suddenly in her front pathway levitating her house keys in the pouring rain.

"I'll explain later. For now we don't have much time," suddenly he strode forwards, leaving the keys hanging in front of her eyes as he continued past to the door which sprung open as he reached it. He turned in the doorframe to face the drenched woman, "for goodness sake girl, get inside and stop trying to think of something rational to explain this."

Dumbly she obeyed him, only taking a second to snatch the keys from the air before heading inside. -Mutant- the word popped into her head with the next clap of thunder. Recovering her wits she turned on the hall light and looked at Lehnsherr.

"You're Magneto aren't you?"

"Well that took you long enough, now hurry up and get some of your things, we leave in five minutes"

"Leave? Where are you taki-

"Up the stairs now! Clothes, photographs whatever you don't want to leave behind, now go!"

Well she had finally figured out who he was, at least partially. Magneto made his way through the bottom floor of the house and into the garage, clicking locks as he went. "Not a motorbike" he sighed, "I hate these damn things". Reluctantly he opened the door of the garage and went back inside where a voice was shouting down to him.

"You wrecked Golden Gate Bridge didn't you? You and you're Brotherhood or whatever you called yourselves!"

"No that was me alone. What of it? Three minutes."

"What of it?!"

Some doors and drawers clattered overhead, she was probably trying to find something to fend him off with, whilst distracting him with conversation. That was never going to work. A bag fell to the bottom of the stairs, evidently full of clothes as it made little sound, surely that wasn't it, trying to knock him out with a well timed bag of garments...

"Two minutes!"

Feet finally followed the bag as Sarah darted down the stairs, surprisingly unarmed and looking rather happy with herself, another bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder.

"I saw it on the web, you had every right to go after that cure and destroy it, besides it looked so damn cool"

Magneto's expression lifted slightly, even if it was only his eyebrows. Grabbing the other bag Sarah stood expectantly at the bottom of the stairs. He gestured towards the garage, "best get on your bicycle" he sneered, "time to say goodbye to being a librarian."

As Sarah straddled the bike Magneto joined her in the garage. Half heartedly she thought about offering him the other helmet but decided against it. As she turned to face him he swept onto the bike.

'Just one question.'

'Make it quick.'

'What on earth do you want a librarian for anyway?'