She was an unexpected dictator. After getting out of the tub, she'd been knocking at the door, telling me to hurry up and get a towel wrapped around myself it was time to go back to bed. Then after helping me back to the bed, she'd gave me hot broth and cold water, refusing anything more tasteful as being too hard for my stomach to hold down. It wasn't the first time I'd been injured and I was frustrated with the restrictions she kept placing on me. However, I quit trying to explain that when she'd very eloquently told me I could feed myself or she'd step in and shove it down my throat.

I laughed softly, who in their right mind would believe this? I, Magneto, the most feared being in existence was being bossed around by a dainty, long haired, little female like I was three years old again. Yet, I respected her for it. She was looking out for me, giving me her bed, changing the sheets while I had my bath, making sure I was fed, and she'd even stitched my arm. I wasn't sure it was loyalty, I hadn't known her long enough for that, but it was something that she had went so far to hide and care for me.

"Robyn," I called out. She had firmly stated I was not to get back up out of this bed unless there was a fire or other dire emergency.

She came in, her eyes taking my whole body in. "Something wrong?"

I grinned at her, "Hardly." She stopped a step from the bed. "I've slept long enough as is, and I'm afraid I'm bored."

She huffed, "Well, I suggest sleeping that off too."

I patted the bed beside me, she looked at the spot to me. She didn't move, and I narrowed my eyes, "You wish me to stay in bed, then I require something to entertain my mind."

"Well, I haven't got cable or nothing, so best get used to doing your own thing." Watching her, I wasn't sure if she grasped the sarcastic attitude out of annoyance or fear. Her body was sending indications of both, and I found myself even more curious about this woman.

"Talk to me, keep me company." I ordered, hoping to find out more. I appreciated the fear, it was a motivator, a control, but I'd given her no reason to fear me. She'd not feared me when she'd threatened me less than an hour before?

"Ha, yeah right." Even with her flippant words, she carefully sat at my feet on the bed. "I don't have much to talk about."

I smiled, hoping to entice her into opening up more. "Tell me about you."

She frowned, "Done told you, the hair thing and all, there's not much left."

She was starting to frustrate me, "What do you do?"

She shrugged, "Cashier. I'm really a pretty boring person." She cocked her head, "Did you ever have a job?"

I shrugged, "I've had many occupations."

By the look on her face, her own curiousity was peaked, but she bit her lip. I wasn't sure if it was a woman thing or if it was just her. I didn't care what species the female was, how old they were, or how old I was, I would never understand. "Just ask." I fairly growled.

"Like what did you do," She waved her hand, "Before all this?"

I grinned, "I've done everything from grave digging to psychoanalysis, is there any occupation you'd care about more than another? I've tried my hand at a great many things in my lifetime."

"You don't look that old." She narrowed her eyes, her statement didn't surprise me as many had at one time or another made the comment.

"Long story, but I'm old enough to probably be your grandfather." I admitted with no shame. If it hadn't been for that alien and Moira McTaggert I wouldn't be so young, but in trying to change me they'd given me a precious gift. Youth.

"Well, we've got time and it would be something to talk about." She leaned back, resting her body on her elbows. I moved my feet so that she could better stretch out. "Now that you mention it, How old are you?"

I sighed, "I have a son and daughter your age, and I have three grandchildren that I know of. As far as age, my body and mind are at complete odds right now."

When I'd mentioned the kids her face had went slack in astonishment, but the latter had only served to confuse her. This was no good, I wasn't one to get personal, and there had to be something else the girl was willing to discuss.

"So have you ever heard of the X-Men?" I asked, glancing away so that she did not see the anger and the resentment I felt in the depths of my very soul shine through my eyes.

"Little, I was never one to watch the news. They like the Brotherhood?" I looked at her in shock. Not one to watch the news? Did she care so little for her own kind that she'd missed the last fifteen years of events?

"Yes and no." I growled.

She sat up, her eyes avoiding me. "Perhaps, I should go rest now. I already called in tomorrow, so I'll have breakfast ready when you get up." She was to the door, before I could stop her.

"Isis?" I had offended the girl, not necessarily aiming too, but she needed to realize these events affected her as much as the rest of us. "Will you speak with me tomorrow then?"

She nodded, but hurried out the door. I sighed in frustration. She didn't watch television, and I saw no books. What did she do to keep her mind functioning? If she expected me to sleep all the time, she was in for a swift surprise. How long did I need to stay anyway? Surely Mystique or Sabretooth would realize what had happened and find me. Why hadn't they? Lost in my thoughts of my missing Brotherhood, it wasn't long before I drifted back to sleep.