1973
Erik sat in the darkness of the hotel room he had checked himself into. Stitching in the gash from the back of his head, he sat forward watching the slides he had taken in Paris, his blue eyes focused and tuning out everything else. His plan was to find these machines, and show the people of the world how powerful his kind really was. He had lost all ready so much, now it was time to prove that it was his kind that would conquor all. His kind that would put an end to this war before it even began. The same humans that had destroyed his life would pay and beg for mercy. After, he would find Ryan. He refused to believe their child was dead. Like her, he would not give up until he knew the truth for sure. Together they would search for him and kill or stop anyone who got in their way. Charles, Hank, and Logan knew they would have to leave early that morning to head to DC. They only prayed they weren't too late. Standing around in the pallor, which years later would fully become the game room at the school. Staring at all these rooms, Logan couldn't believe that someday he would call this home.
"Magneto...he's never talked about a wife before. I mean we're not close or anything in my time...but I haven't even heard you talk about her once."
Charles looked up from his chair.
"Perhaps there's a true reason, maybe she was smart enough to truly hide from that bastard..."
"He really loved her didn't he?"
"He didn't deserve her, along with everyone else. Erik likes to treat things like possessions and doesn't care who gets hurt when they are taken away or lost to him."
Just then a loud hammering echoed through the house. Hank exchanged a look with Charles who simply nodded.
"Front door..."
Hank walked past them, towards the main foyer as Charles began to wheel behind. Following, Logan watched as the men went to the large oak door. Outside thunder sounded off in the distance as it began to rain outside. Hank pulled the door open before he stood back in awe. "Ryan..." Charles wheeled faster, his eyes widening before he stopped. There standing in the doorway was the woman Logan had heard so much about. She was dressed in a black rain coat, her head bowed, and large sunglasses covering her face. She clutched a bag, and looked nothing like he expected. This was the woman who had Magneto's heart? Looking, suddenly Logan somehow understood the real reason why she had never been mentioned before. Somehow he knew, deep down...she was dead. Lifting her head, she pulled her sunglasses off revealing her damaged bloodshot eye. She was pretty in a strange average sort of way. She stared up, drenched, and helpless.
"How did he get out?"
Charles sighed.
"Ryan..."
She stepped forward into the light.
"I saw him on television. It was him wasn't it?"
Stopping, Ryan looked up at Logan, her eyes confused.
"Wait...who are you?"
1962
Erik couldn't wait to tell Ryan about the satellite dish. He had woken up earlier than usual this morning, going for his daily jog before meeting up with Charles. Taking out his handgun, he tried to get him to shoot him point blank in the face to show how he could deflect the bullet. Instead Charles pushed him to try harder, and use an element of his power he had never been able to try and reach before. After the president's address, he grabbed hold of her hand pulling her into one of the side rooms. Over the course of that week, he couldn't believe how quickly he was falling in love. Charles pushed every single one of them, trying to get them to control and channel their inner powers. Twice while walking the house Erik had spotted Charles and Ryan on the front lawn.
He was proving how quickly Ryan could transform to the liquid and use herself as a shield for the others. He warned her how to control herself, mostly since she could dart and turn her limbs into weapons. Each night after a whole day of training, practicing, and working in the lab they would all settle down to the kitchen. It strangely felt like a family. Somehow this place seemed safer, Every night he would stare at her from across the table, watching her laugh, smile, and look five years younger than she all ready was. He always walked her to her bedroom before they all turned in. Each time, he would squeeze her hand, smile down at her and watch as she stood on her tip toes and gently kiss the side of his jawbone. He always wanted to take her right then and there, grab her by the waist, pull her close and carry her to her bed. Instead, every night he would act the gentlemen, wish her a goodnight, kiss her head and go to bed. Most nights he would lay awake, hands behind his head thinking about her. He began to notice Charles watching him watch her, usually smiling. He had a feeling it was pretty clear how he was starting to get feelings for her. In fact, he figured even if Charles couldn't read minds he would still know. Today though, he had enough. He pulled her into one of the rooms and began talking a mile a minute.
He explained how amazing it felt, how Charles had touched his mind and for the first time he didn't just use rage to use his inner strength. Holding up his hands at her, his face flushed with excitement he laughed.
"It was amazing, I've never felt anything like this before."
Ryan smiled staring up at him.
"That's wonderful Erik!"
Staring down at her, Erik knew he could no longer help himself, Staring down, he quickly grabbed hold of her, nearly lifting her off the ground before he began to kiss her like a madman. Slightly taken off guard, it took her a second before slowly starting to respond. Finally when they pulled apart, Erik and Ryan were both breathless, and amazed.
"Come..."
Grabbing her hand, he hurried her up the stairs, skipping two at a time before they hurried down the hallway together, nearly stumbling into Erik's room. Laughing together, they began to kiss in a complete frenzy, hands all over each other as Erik kicked the door shut behind them. Unknown to them, Raven was walking back from the weight room and happened to see the two of them. Trying her hardest not to look hurt, she walked downstairs, knowing better. Sure she thought Erik was handsome, but he was so much older. Instead she decided to try and focus her thoughts on Hank. Meanwhile upstairs, Erik tore open Ryan's blouse, while she yanked at his pants, laughing as they stumbled backwards onto his bed. In just a few quick moments, Erik's pants were lowered and he pulled at the remainder of Ryan's clothing. Reaching, he pinned her down and all ready felt her force against his. Staring down, he smiled as he began slowly kissing down her throat all the way down her breasts. Squirming underneath him, Ryan's eyes blinked in Erik watched as her eyes turned into mirrors, reflecting up like metal. Smiling, he stared down utterly amazed.
"You are truly a wonder..."
He whispered before lacing his hands into hers. Smashing her down with his lips, his back arched as he began to moan. For the reminder of that afternoon the two made love. By sunset, both laid together, tangled in the sheets, drenched in sweat, and exhausted. Laying there with Ryan in the crook of his arm, they stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow they would go to Cuba, and hopeful stop Shaw. Glancing down at her, Erik smiled before he gently brushed her hair away and kissed the side of her temple. For the first time ever in his life, he felt as though he belonged.
1973
They rode the plane to D.C, Charles kept nervously tapping his hands onto his thighs. Sitting beside him, in black tights was Ryan who continued wearing her mirrored sunglasses. she hadn't spoken much since Charles told her about Logan and their plan. She simply listened and finally said.
"I'm coming with you."
Charles at first thought it was dangerous, that she couldn't help them. Instead, Ryan simply waved her hand.
"If Erik will show up, we all know nobody can reason with him besides me. I know at one point you could, but if he is hell bent on revenge like Mystique, maybe I can stop him."
So she came with, simply sitting beside Charles not saying a word. Finally at one point Charles carefully wheeled his chair to the front checking on Hank. Alone, Logan cleared his throat and looked across at her.
"So...your...Magneto's wife?" Lifting her head, she stared up at him.
"I guess you could say that. And your Logan...from the future?"
Logan smirked and simply tapped his head.
"Well, only this part."
Logan was surprised to see a small smile appear on her face as she slowly lowered her sunglasses, revealing her badly bloodshot and damaged eye.
"I...was captured once, and tortured. The men who did this, one's name didn't happen to have the name Striker?"
Ryan took a second, almost as if trying to remember some horrible memory. Instead she simply shook her head.
"I don't know, there were a lot of men. A lot of it is a blur now."
"And your child? They took him?"
Ryan gazed off before sadly nodding.
"Once I was captured, they did horrible things to me. I was locked in a small dirty cell, or laid down in a tank.
They drugged me, beat me, and nearly killed me. I can't remember half of it but finally when I did give birth, it was in a lab strapped down. They tore him out of me and I couldn't even see him, I only heard him cry and they took him away." Pausing Ryan looked over at him. "Erik...he's alive in your time?" Logan made a face.
"Yeah, he's alive...he's an old tough bastard, but he's alive."
Ryan smiled. "That's good. Does he still...well is he still causing just as much trouble as I remember?"
"Of course he does, he's my biggest pain in the ass."
Sadly laughing, Ryan shook her head.
"Sounds about right."
"It's funny, I never thought a man like Mag...Erik was the settling down type."
"Well, he's full of surprises. He never mentioned me?"
Logan shook his head.
"No, he didn't." "Well, that means one of two things. Either we walked out on each other, or...I'm dead."
Logan gazed at her with uneasy eyes before Ryan sighed. "I guess I believe in Charles...just because somebody stumbles, doesn't mean they loose their way."