MAGNETIC ATTRACTION
Part Fifteen
When Remy LeBeau arrived home, his stomach was churning and he felt sick. Exhaustion had weighed him so much that during the ride home he'd nodded off twice in the car (and would have remained sleeping if not for the speed bumps) and the spring in the passengers seat of Piotr's van that kept stabbing his left buttock.
As he helped Piotr load their supplies into the yard, his bones ached with the strain and his mind felt oddly numb and switched off. He deliberately took his time with the task despite the heavy downpour, not wanting to rush it and have a reason to go back in too soon. He hated manual labour, but he was glad of it, as it was the only thing, at this moment in time, he was sure might be keeping him somewhat together.
When the van was empty (except for the electrical items), and they'd unloaded all of the items into the yard – which was still under heavy rain – they went inside. The warehouse felt warmer than normal, which Remy took to mean that Magneto had finally fixed the issue with the heating system in the basement of the warehouse. He could hear the music blasting from Wanda's room, although it sounded distant and unintelligible from where he stood, dripping upon the cement tiles.
Remy peeled off his rain-soaked trench coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair, giving a sigh as he swept his dripping hair away from his face. He stood to momentarily watch Pietro and Lance working at the task he'd last left them with, which was to measure up the beams of wood for the support in the gymnasium walls and the roof above, which would eventually be an extra bedroom. It looked to Remy that they were doing a poor job, judging by the four beams against the wall, none of which were precisely the same length as far as he could tell from afar. Rogue was there too, trying to explain to Lance and Pietro exactly what they were doing wrong. They didn't seem too enthusiastic about her criticisms.
"No...it has to be done this way, otherwise they're all going to be different lengths," Rogue was explaining to Pietro and Lance, who both looked at her somewhat blankly as if to ask 'what does a girl know about this anyway?'. Remy stood and listened for a moment as he wrung the water out of the sleeves of his long-sleeved tee.
"That's what we did," responded Lance, irritably.
"No, Ah watched you. You took the measuring tape to it, which is fine, but you didn't even do it accurately..." Rogue explained, "Try to measure them all together as one, and draw the line across them all at the same time..."
"Look, it works this way," Pietro responded, "we've been doing it this way for days."
Remy stepped in to examine the work closer. The way Pietro had clumsily cut the current beam of wood was very uneven, so that the top went off at a slope. He winced. This wood was expensive, and Magneto wasn't going to be pleased with that, or that Remy would have to go for yet more supplies to fix the mess his team had made of the project so far.
"You should listen to her," Remy stated, he stared down at the wood, "that's a mess."
"A mess?" Pietro snarled. "I did an outstanding job. Look at how even I cut this?" he gestured to another beam that was standing against brick wall nearby.
Remy moved over to examine, "yeah...it's nice and even, sure. But it's about half an inch smaller than the one to the right..." he gestured, "that's not gonna hold up the ceiling very well. They have to be perfectly level. I told you what to do. You need to measure them together, not separately. Rogue's just told you again and you're still not listening."
"Rogue isn't the boss of me, and neither are you," uttered Pietro.
"Your father says I am," Remy warned. "Every time you fuck up a beam of wood this way, it means I have to replace it. More trips to the hardware store, more money spent equals a very unhappy Magneto, who wants to see this project done," Remy explained simply.
"That's your problem," muttered Pietro.
Remy had really had enough of this. He'd been letting the boy away with murder up until now, but he was reaching the end of his tether, and he wasn't going to accept trouble from both Maximoff twins today without snapping. "Is it?" he asked lightly, he looked away casually as he stood by Pietro, he gave a vague light laugh. "Is it really?"
"Yes, it is," said Pietro, this time with slightly more bravado. "What's one more screw up, anyway, right? It's not like my father's gonna forget the complete joke you were in training this morning."
Remy laughed a little more, standing there calmly, letting everyone think he was fine. And then he snapped faster than Pietro would have given him credit for; he grabbed a nearby screwdriver from the workbench, caught the shoulder of Pietro's t-shirt, slammed him into the nearby section of the half-built gymnasium wall and stabbed the blade of the screwdriver into the fabric of the boy's t-shirt and the wooden panel, pinning him there, and still gripping onto the plastic handle firmly. It had happened so quickly that even Pietro wouldn't have thought to move out of the way for it.
"Remy!" he heard Rogue gasping, her voice was a high pitched squeal, revealing her complete astonishment.
"You know what my problem is?" Remy snarled, "is pretentious little shits like you who think they're bullet proof just because of who their fathers are..." he began kinetically charging up the handle of the screwdriver; he saw Pietro turn and look at the glowing handle, the panic beginning to build on his face, eyes going wide like saucers.
Lance moved to try and pull Remy's hand away from the screwdriver, and Remy, while still holding onto the charged item tight, elbowed him in the shoulder awkwardly from behind.
"Don't even think about it, you want me to blow this place sky high? Are you that fucking stupid?!" he demanded of Lance. "Don't even think of using your powers on me either."
Lance tumbled to the floor, gripping his shoulder in pain. Remy wouldn't have given himself that much credit for hitting him that hard.
"Remy!" Rogue cried again, he felt her hands gently on his his left arm – the one that was gripping onto Pietro's wrist – as she was trying to slowly pull him off of the boy. "Remy, calm down...just let him go, all right?"
"No," Remy looked over her shoulder at her; he had to hold himself in check from knocking her away from him too in his rage. "He has to learn to do things right, and he needs to learn to have some fucking respect!" he charged the screwdriver more, the charge beginning to pass into the wall. "Know what happens if I take my hand off this, Pietro? I'm pretty sure you do. See...I won't be fast enough to get out of the way if this thing blows and caves in...but fuck, what do I care, 'cause I'm a joke anyway, right?"
Pietro's breath came out in a shuddering gasp, his eyes turned back towards the screwdriver before he met with Remy's black and red eyes again, the fear seemed to stretch through his whole expression so that his face seemed tight and stone-like.
"You on the other hand...your powers make you fast..." he frowned, "but are you really fast enough to get out of the way of an explosion like that?"
"Remy, stop!" Rogue pulled on his arm some more, "he gets it, okay? He's a jerk, he knows that. Just...let him go."
"Not until he gets it!" Remy yelled furiously.
"Lets—lets just talk about this..." said Pietro, stammering.
"Like how you and Lance are going to take Pete's van and go to the hardware store and get more wood? About how you're going to re-measure that shit and do it fucking right?" demanded Remy. "About how you're going to fix this shit?" he gestured to the now damaged panel.
"I'll do it...I'll do it...Jesus, just...let me go..." Pietro said weakly, trembling.
Remy drew the energy back into his hand, pulled the screwdriver roughly out of the wall and tossed it to the floor stubbornly, "And when you get back, clean this fucking mess up..." he gestured to what they'd had for lunch, the wrappers of which were still strewn about a nearby table.
Pietro slipped down the wall a little, looking disturbed by what had just happened.
"Well? What are you waiting around for? A fucking punchline? Go get the fucking wood. And you're paying for it yourself."
Stumbling up, Pietro grabbed onto Lance's shoulder and dragged him out with his powers, the two were gone within barely a second and a half. Remy moved to lean into the wall where moments ago, he'd pinned the eighteen year old and he gave a deep unhappy sigh.
"Remy..." Rogue said, sounding still quite alarmed.
"They'll learn one day," said Remy, recomposing himself. I'll probably pay for acting that way later. He'll probably go whining to his dad about how I beat him up or some stupid shit, thought Remy.
"Are you all right?" Rogue asked, sounding slightly shaken.
"I'm...just dandy," he said, he looked down at her and something odd about how she looked caught his eye immediately. She looked...off. "Hey..." he reached across and tried to brush her hair away from her face with his gloved fingers. He wasn't sure why he thought it would be almost reassuring after what he'd just done.
Still alarmed by his behaviour, she flinched away from him. He immediately felt the rejection sting.
That's what you get for losing it, he thought bitterly. Your friends start looking at you in a completely different way. Hopefully haven't done too much damage.
"Your gloves are dirty..." Rogue responded, the lie blatant and bad. As she moved her hair out of her face he could see that her makeup was smudged, and her eyes looked slightly pink and glassy as if she'd been crying quite recently.
"Have..." he stepped a little closer to examine her face, "Have you been crying?"
"No," she stated, stepping back with a slightly guilty look upon her face. She gave a smile that he could see was forced.
Her eyeliner had run pale grey trails down her cheeks, and she'd tried to clearly wipe them away, but had done a very poor job. He reached across – glad that he hadn't thought to take off the gloves he'd been wearing while moving the wood and the tiles from the trip to the hardware store – and brushed his hand against her cheek casually to see if he could get one of the stains to wipe away. He could see that she was forcing herself to not flinch away this time. "You're lying."
"Ah'm fine..." she carefully pushed his hand away from her, still cautious.
"What happened? Someone say somethin' to you? Just tell me who it is and I'll-"
"No one said anything..." Rogue assured, her tone nervous, "so you don't have to do anything..."
He supposed after the display he'd just given, she would be reluctant to say anything for fear of a repeat performance.
"Look, if someone did say somethin'..." Remy leaned closer to keep his voice low. "I can deal with it. This is what I'm meant to do...I'm meant to be looking out for my team. Just tell me if someone said or did something...I'll fix it..."
"No one did."
"Are you sure?"
"Ah'm fine. Better than fine, actually."
"But you've been crying..." he said again, "can see where your makeup ran all over your cheeks."
"Ah got caught in the rain," she responded, and it was a blatant lie that he was not falling for. Her hair wasn't wet enough to suggest she'd been out in the rain long enough for it to affect her makeup. Does she think I'm an idiot? Why won't she just admit something is wrong?
"If you say so," he decided to let it drop. She's not gonna open up now. I ruined any chances of gainin' her trust with whatever is bothering her the minute I decided to threaten Pietro with a charged up screwdriver. Not like I can really blame the girl. She probably thinks I'm a psychopath now.
"But thanks..." Rogue said, "for...caring enough to ask."
Remy leaned against the table, he suddenly realised how horrible it was that he cared more about the fact that Rogue had been crying than the turmoil Wanda was going through because she wanted more from him.
This is...such a mess, he thought sadly. And I practically made most of it.
"Remy, Ah've been wondering..." Rogue began, she drew her breath, "do you maybe wanna get out of here for a little while?"
It caught him by complete surprise that Rogue was asking. He'd have never expected her to ask him out even as an innocent social gesture. Especially after what he'd just done. He blinked. "Uhm..."
"It's just...you're so frazzled lately. You're obviously...you know, overworked and stressed out. You need to get away from here..."
"I'm that obvious, huh?" he asked, he ran his hand along the nearby plank of wood, he could feel the splinters catching on the thin leather of his glove.
"Obvious?" She gave an uneasy laugh, "no...not at all..." her eyes pointed to the hole in the wall where the screwdriver had been.
"Okay...so I'm...frazzled," he agreed, he gave a slight uneasy laugh himself. Frazzled is an understatement, he thought. It felt as if stress were an ugly parasite and it was chowing down big time on his nerves. He hated feeling this way, as if he no longer had control of any aspects of his life or his mood.
"You don't have to feel obligated or anything..." Rogue said, her cheeks going red. She lowered her head a little so that her hair would hide it. "Ah just thought...maybe you could use a break...away from this place and these people...since it seems to be drivin' you a little crazy. But if you don't want to go..."
"No, it's not that," Remy admitted, "Seriously...I'd like to get out of this place for a little bit. Really...I would..."
Yes, the thought of getting away from this place, away from them, it was more than appealing. Hanging out with Rogue definitely would be a welcome activity that right now he definitely needed. Even if his problems would still be here when he returned, at least he could escape them for a few hours. He could at least pretend for those few hours that they didn't even exist. Avoidance was a temporary solution indeed, but he needed it.
"Yeah...lets go out. Maybe get some food."
"Whatever you like," Rogue agreed. "Just as long as you get some time to chill out...you really need it."
"I do need it," he nodded, sighing tiredly. "I need to get changed before we go anywhere. I'm filthy...and dripping wet," he gestured, "I also have a few other little things to take care off...but if we could leave in about an hour, is that okay?"
"Sure," said Rogue, sounding almost bright and enthusiastic.
Least she cares enough to want to get me out of this hellhole and give me a chance to unwind, Remy thought dully as he watched as Rogue left to go get ready herself – no doubt to reapply her makeup. With a sigh he picked up the screwdriver he'd tossed to the floor and looked at it. He supposed at least it would be a while before Pietro decided to mess with him for a while, and he hoped Lance was smart enough to follow suit.
Still have to talk to Wanda, he reminded himself.
Wanda was in her room listening to music, it was ear-splittingly loud, and not the kind of music Remy appreciated. As he stepped into the room without knocking, she looked up, her eyes seemed to light up.
"What kept you?" she demanded.
Remy reached over to turn the volume on her MP3 player dock down, and sighed, "I had to go to the hardware store for supplies. Then your brother started giving me attitude..." he closed the door with a sigh and then stood against it.
"You look upset," Wanda remarked, her expression suspicious.
"Yeah, I just nearly blew up your brother."
"Oh."
Any other sister would have been upset with me, Remy thought. Any other sister would have cared enough to ask what happened exactly, and then told me off for what I'd done.
"So...are we going to talk about this now?" Wanda asked hopefully.
She doesn't even care, Remy realised. Is this how obsessed she is? That this thing between us is all she gives a shit about?
"I've been thinking since last night, about what you've...asked of me..." he began. "And I've figured out how this is going to work out. I want you to just listen and let me say my piece."
"Sit here..." Wanda gestured to the bed.
"I'd rather stand, if it's all the same," Remy responded softly. "Wanda...it isn't going to work out. You know that right? You don't know me, I don't know you."
"I know that..." Wanda said quickly, her voice high, "but I don't care..."
The music on the MP3 player skipped tracks in succession six times, Remy assumed it was due to Wanda's high stress level...or a bad MP3 player.
"Hear me out," Remy put his hands up and gestured for her to be quiet. "I sat up all night thinking about this. It occurs to me that everythin' you and I seem to like or know about each other starts and ends in here..." he motioned to her bed. "That's it...that's as much as we know."
"A lot of people start off like that," Wanda remarked coldly.
"Right. So it started, but that's...it. It started and never went anywhere. As far as I can tell we have nothin' in common other than between the sheets."
"That's not true."
"Tell me one thing we have in common, Wanda. Just one."
And she didn't seem to have anything that they shared in common.
"See...this is the point I'm making..." Remy folded his arms and pressed his back harder to the door, hoping no one would try to walk in during this discussion. "We're strangers."
"So?"
"So...in order to know if...we'd work as a couple...we need to not be strangers. Get it?"
"How?" Wanda asked, her eyebrow raised.
"We need to stop sleeping together."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard."
"But...why?"
"Because sex is all that this is to either of us. We need to figure out if we can get along as people, as friends before we can even consider whether this thing..." he gestured between them both, "Is worth actually looking into."
"But...don't you want to be with me?"
"As far as sex goes, I want to be with you," he admitted truthfully. "You're fun to be with, one of the best lays I've had. But that's it. I don't know if I could be with you any other way...and I think it's because I don't know you...because I've never taken the time to get to know you properly."
Wanda seemed to be mixed between feeling upset and feeling complimented.
"Wanda...this is my proposal. We take a breather. We don't have sex...and we take the time to hang out. As friends and as team-mates. To see if we have anything in common. Then we take it from there."
Her eyes fell to the bedsheets, she was deflated, unhappy with this idea. He'd expected that reaction. Wanda didn't like compromise and not being the one to call the shots. And she didn't like it when she couldn't have what she wanted.
"And just as friends," Remy continued. "No kissin', no touchin', no slippin' into each other's rooms for sex. We hang out, we do what normal people do. And see if we're compatible."
"Why do you have to complicate this?" Wanda demanded.
"I didn't complicate it, Wanda. You did. You complicated it the minute you told me you wanted me more than I thought you did," Remy explained. "To be honest...I just don't even understand why the hell you'd want to be with someone like me. You could do better."
"I don't want anyone other than you."
"But why?" he asked incredulously.
"I can't explain it. Do you think that anyone can explain why they want anyone that's all wrong for them?" demanded Wanda, the iron headboard of her bed creaked and twisted as her powers began to surface. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to focus. "No one is in control of who they want. It just happens. I don't know what the hell it is about you...I only know that when I started sleeping with you, things got better. Being with you is the only thing I ever look forward to..."
"Fine, then you can start looking forward to hanging out...but as friends. And we're going to spend more time working together; I'm gonna train you to fight, and you're going to help me with the building project. Spending time together without the sex will prove whether we can actually have anything or not."
Wanda raised her eyes to his.
"It's this or nothing," Remy stated coolly. It really is, he thought. Other than this plan, I don't know how else to work around this. I don't know how serious she was about how bein' with me is the only thing she's living for. I suppose I could go to her father...tell him that I was seduced, and that she might be suicidal...that she needs psychiatric care again.
He stared at Wanda, who seemed to be contemplating his offer.
Would Magneto believe me if I told him I thought she might be suicidal? Remy wondered. He wasn't even particularly she he believed it himself. She'd given no hints to the fact, other than making an overdramatic comment about his attention being all she lived for.
Wanda sighed. "Fine. When?"
"Starting...Wednesday," Remy responded, "we'll start training then. Maybe on Friday night we'll go to see a movie. But it's not a date. We'll maybe go as a group...maybe, I don't know, you and I and Rogue and Piotr or something..." he shrugged.
"Not Rogue."
"No, you don't get to dictate," Remy pointed a finger at her, "you want me to give anything with us a chance, then it has to be my rules or nothing. Besides, you and Rogue have a lot more in common than you and I do. You should just give the girl a chance...you'd probably make good friends."
"I'll never be her friend."
"Well then that's a pity," Remy opened the door, "'cause if you keep that attitude up, you're going to find yourself in a very lonely place."
"I don't care. All I want is you."
"It doesn't work like that..." he headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice high.
"I have stuff to do," he responded, biting his tongue to prevent himself from telling her to mind her own business.
"Why can't we start hanging out now?"
"Because I say so," Remy remarked.
"But why?!"
He spun around to glare at her, "For nearly a month, you've clicked your fingers, said when and where, you said jump I say how high. Sorry, it ain't gonna be like that any more."
Wanda jumped up from the bed and moved to him, "please, Remy..." she put her hands around his neck to try to pull him down to kiss her.
Roughly, he pushed her away, she stumbled, catching herself clumsily on the footboard of her bed. "What the fuck...did you think I was making all that shit up just now? I said no. It's work at friendship, or nothin'. Your call."
"But..." her mouth trembled angrily.
"If you'd rather just give up completely, I'd understand," Remy said lightly, composing himself. "I get that you're an urgent kind of girl, I wouldn't blame you..."
"No..." she shook her head, "I don't want to give up...not on this..." she stepped forward again and reached up to fix the damp collar of the shirt he was wearing.
"Then stop..." he gently took her wrists and moved them away from him, "and give us both some time to breathe and get to know each other. It'll be good for both of us. I promise."
Rogue stared at herself in the mirror above her dresser as she ran a cleansing wipe across the faint grey streaks eyeliner had left down her face. She had not realised it'd looked so bad, as when she'd asked Magneto if her makeup had left a mess following her crying fit, he'd responded that she looked fine.
Never trust Magneto to answer something like that, she thought.
She was still reeling from what had happened. That brief touch...how incredible it had felt. So unexpected, yet...it provided such hope. If Magneto could do this, were there others? Was he the only one who had this odd gift?
One thing occurred to her was that this one incident was progress. Another key to understanding her power somehow. Magneto had told her he would give it much thought, perhaps he would be able to unlock the solution.
Or perhaps not.
There was always the choice of evolution either way, regardless of what Magneto thought he could achieve without it.
As she fixed her eyeliner and reapplied some of the eyeshadow that had wiped away with her earlier tears, she thought to the incident with Remy and Pietro. The whole thing had left her quite queasy. She'd never seen Remy so...enraged, and she had never seen Pietro look so absolutely petrified of anyone.
I've never seen Pietro let himself get bullied that much by one person, thought Rogue. Part of her felt that perhaps it was deserved, while the other part made her feel that Remy had been too hard on him. Of course, Pietro's attitude had deserved some kind of reprimanding, but to be slammed into a wall and pinned with a screwdriver?
How far would Remy go?
"Chere?" came a knock at her door, her door had been left open. Remy stood there, his shoulder against the frame, his clothes had been changed to a clean t-shirt with a band logo, and distressed jeans that were slightly ripped at the knee.
"I'm nearly ready," Rogue said, she reached for her lip liner and pulled the cap off, she leaned forwards a little on the dresser to begin applying it.
Remy sauntered in to wait for her, and he sat upon the edge of her bed, watching her reflection applying the liner with slow precise care. She saw his expression, he looked incredibly worn and dull. A shadow of the person he'd seemed to be when she'd first joined the team just over a week before.
"You okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he stated. It'd been something he'd reiterated a lot lately, but judging by what had happened downstairs, Rogue felt differently. Remy LeBeau was not fine.
"You look exhausted."
"Just a little," he responded, he brushed his still slightly damp hair away from his tired eyes to examine his own reflection to see if he looked as exhausted as she'd said.
Rogue reached for her lipstick, and applied it within the lines of her lips, "if you want to maybe just forget this-" she began to offer.
"No...no..." he shook his head, "believe me...I need this. I need to get away from here. It's drivin' me crazy..." he fell back against her cushions and closed his eyes, stretching out on the satin, feet hanging over the bed.
Rogue watched him with a smirk, "it's not this place that's drivin' you crazy, darlin', it's the people."
"You got that right, chere," Remy responded with a soft chuckle.
Rogue turned to look at him, having Remy LeBeau lying across her bed in that way seemed almost surreal. She'd have never expected to see this in her lifetime before moving here. "Comfortable, are we?"
"Yeah, incredibly. Fuck the basement, I'm moving you back down there with the spiders and the damp, and I'm takin' this bed," he rolled over and sighed happily.
"The hell you are," Rogue knelt on the bed and grabbed his arm with both of her gloved hands and began pulling on him.
"Just a few more minutes, please. I've never stopped for a minute, today," he pleaded softly, yawning a little.
"I guess Ah should be the one to drive then."
"Yeah, that'd probably be advisable."
Rogue pulled on his arm again, and Remy pulled his arm back, hauling her down unintentionally and causing her to fall across him. He cracked an eye open and looked at her, smirking a little.
"Oh, I see, you're tired too?" he turned and made room for her, "lets just lie here a min, okay? I need a few to regain some energy."
Rogue lay her head against her pillow and looked up at the ceiling, she was aware of her shoulder pressed against his. A fresh, clean fragrance hit her senses and she suddenly turned to stare at him, "Are you wearing cologne?"
"I shaved," he responded, he raised his hand to his chin thoughtfully.
Rogue thought this odd that he'd taken the time to shave just to go out for a little while for maybe food or a coffee. "Are you like...goin' out there on the prowl or somethin'?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nah. I just thought I'd make the effort since you would make the effort for me to fix the mess your makeup was in," he opened his eyes and sleepily looked towards her. "Why were you cryin' anyway?"
"Ah wasn't," she lied.
"You can't kid a kidder, chere."
Rogue's cheeks went hot. What would he have thought about that moment shared with Magneto? Would he think it was foolish that the simple touch had brought so much emotion to the surface and caused her to sob uncontrollably. That it had given her some small shred of hope that she hadn't been able to help herself? She decided to not say anything. Remy wasn't capable of understanding that kind of pain.
She rolled over onto her side, facing away from him and sighed. "Ah just had a bad day is all. This thing with the role of Juliet...you know," she lied. She knew he wouldn't question it further than that.
"I know..." he sighed. "I wish...I wish I had the answer for you. No one deserves what you're having to go through, chere. No one."
She stared at their reflection in the mirror above the dresser, and she saw as Remy put his arm across her and pull her closer to him so that his chest pressed against her back, and their bodies lined up perfectly.
Confused, she stiffened, and looked slightly over her shoulder at him. His eyes were closed, and his expression was oddly serene. As uncomfortable as it made her feel to be touched, and as afraid as she was that something might happen to him, she couldn't deny how nice it felt to even be briefly close to anyone like this, even if it was Remy LeBeau.
For that moment, she could pretend like she was a normal girl, not a mutant who couldn't touch people, but just a normal eighteen year old who might be curling up with the one she cared for. Although she did not care for Remy in the same way she had cared for Scott Summers, she did not want this moment to end.
It was the only time in her life a boy had ever made any advance to hold her in such a close, and almost intimate way. She didn't want to let go of that moment quite yet because part of her wondered if it might be the only once chance she would ever have to know what it felt like to be this close to anyone else without the risk of having her heart broken in the process.
"Remy..." she murmured softly.
"Hmm?" he asked.
"If you want to sleep, you can..." she offered.
"Maybe just for ten minutes..." he sighed near her ear.
They were both asleep in under five.
End of Part Fifteen
Two parts in one night, but I am enjoying putting this story up. Thanks to those who sent reviews for part fourteen. It was really interesting to see how many people actually like the idea of there being a tender relationship between Magneto and Rogue (whether it be romantic/friendship/mentorship or otherwise).
Oh, as for why I haven't explored (and probably won't explore) the whole WWII origins thing with Magneto's past, I felt it's been a bit too overdone in most mediums I've read/seen. I can't remember if it was really mentioned in the series, but I figure Evolution Magneto is somewhat younger than comics Magneto, or X-Men movies Magneto. Everything seems to be rather different in XME as far as the storylines and timelines go anyway. I see both Professor X and Magneto in Evolution as being middle-aged rather than old aged, lol.