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Fic: Splintered Shadows 21/?
Title: Splintered Shadows
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willowaus
Fandom: XMMF, post X3, so SPOILERS
Pairing: Magneto/Rogue
Rating: M
Summary: Recent events have thrown lives into chaos and formed unlikely alliances.
A/N: Many thanks tosionnain for the beta. This is post X3. There are spoilers.
Rogue scowled, marking off the mutants entering the quarters before beckoning the next group to come forward. The new base wasn’t as large as they were used to and it would take some finagling to make sure everyone had a place to sleep. That was a strenuous task in itself, but unfortunately she also had to deal with Mystique and her seemingly never ending quest to convince her to leave.
“Drop it, Mystique. My place is here,” Rogue said, ticking off more names, before glaring at the blue mutant. “Do you think Magneto has any idea how to manage all of these people? Frighten them, sure. Get them to join his cause, sure. But to figure out sleeping arrangements and cooking rotations, eating schedules? Ain’t gonna happen.”
“Oh just look at how far you’ve come,” Mystique replied, and Rogue decided she didn’t like the Mystique’s tone. “From an up and coming assassin to his illustrious assistant. I’m so very proud.”
“Stop it.” Rogue muttered, waving forward another group, thankful this task was almost complete.
“You think because you are in his bed that he won’t throw you away as soon as an opportunity presents itself?”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “Didn’t we already have this discussion?”
“Believe me, girl, he’s had far more skilled lovers than you,” Mystique stated, blocking her path as the last of the Brotherhood entered a room.
“And yet he wants me,” Rogue replied, side stepping her. “Jealous?”
Mystique’s eyes narrowed and she grasped Rogue’s arm. “Hardly.”
Rogue sighed, trying to figure what she needed to say, baffled when Mystique cupped her chin. “I see so much of me in you,” the older woman told her.
“I know.”
“He is not capable of love,” Mystique warned, releasing her hold. “His entire being is wrapped up in the cause.”
“Mystique, I don’t have time for this,” Rogue replied brusquely.
“I suggest making time, girl.” Mystique grabbed her arm, effectively stopping her. “Don’t be conned by his presence, his vision.”
“I’m not.” Rogue wrenched herself out of the woman’s grip. “But I’m not conned by your desire to have me with you either.” She almost faltered at the flash of hurt in Mystique’s eyes. “I know I can be a powerful weapon.”
“Is that what you think?” Mystique’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Not entirely, no,” Rogue replied, sighing as she leaned against the wall. “But that’s what I started out as.”
“Things change,” Mystique stated, crossing her arms across her chest in agitation.
“You don’t think he can change?” Rogue asked, looking earnestly at her.
“No.”
Rogue sighed again, knowing she’d never be able to sway Mystique’s opinion; too much had transpired between the two. “I’m staying here. I’m sorry. But it’s what I feel I have to do.”
“Stay with this madman?” Mystique scoffed.
“Help mutants,” Rogue replied, pushing off the wall. “However I can.”
“You are a fool.”
Rogue shrugged before biting her lip, trying not to look anxious. “What are you going to do?”
“Do?”
“Are you going to leave?” Rogue asked, keeping her voice void of emotion.
“It’s nice to see your anxiety over that possibility,” Mystique replied and Rogue glared. “No. I don’t think I’ll give Erik the satisfaction of leaving you alone with him.” Rogue didn’t like Mystique’s smile. “Besides, I’d like to be close by for when I need to kill him.”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “Ha ha ha.”
“That wasn’t a joke,” Mystique replied, and reached out, brushing hair from Rogue’s face.
Rogue caught sight of Delgado approaching them and straightened up. “I need to get to work,” Rogue said, and looked suspiciously at her. “You alright on your own?”
“Just peachy.”
“Don’t go causing mischief,” Rogue said, walking towards the older man.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Mystique replied, smiling thinly.
“Uh huh,” Rogue murmured, wondering if she should have a few members of the Brotherhood follow Mystique. Not that it’ll do any good. She’d disappear easily enough. Probably find the whole damn thing amusing.
Rogue shook her head, focusing her attention on Delgado. “We have successfully catalogued all rations in the storage rooms,” he informed her, and she quickened her pace to keep up with him. “There should be enough for two months if we ration them out accordingly.”
“Do those calculations include the mutants Avalanche and Caliban were sending our way?” she asked, scribbling the information on the clipboard.
“Yes, ma’am,” Delgado replied.
Rogue looked at him and scowled. “I ain’t old enough to be a ma’am, Delgado.” She took pity on him after a few seconds, and grinned, pleased when he relaxed. “Thanks for counting and cataloguing all of it.”
“Anything to help the Cause,” he replied, nodding to her before entering the gym.
Rogue smiled and continued her trek down the hallway, trying to remember the path that would lead her to the briefing room. She highly doubted that Magneto had left the room, even if she had been gone for a few hours. She scribbled a few more notes on her pad before entering the room, shaking her head as she spotted him in the same chair in which she had last seen him in.
He didn’t bother looking up, but she watched as he waved his hand, one of the chairs moving away from the table. She rolled her eyes and sat down, removing one of the reports from his pile. “It’s okay to take a break,” she said, tensing when he glared.
“I will ‘take a break’ when we are free of human oppression.”
Rogue raised an eyebrow, and leaned back in the chair. “The last thing we need is for something to happen to you,” she told him.
“Your concern for my wellbeing is touching, Rogue,” he replied, removing the report from her hands. “However, it is unnecessary.”
“You’re an ass.” Rogue scowled, crossing her arms across her chest.
“I hardly think you just realized that.”
She glared and stuck her tongue out, yelping as he forced her chair closer to the table. “Stop being juvenile,” he warned and she silently cursed him.
Deciding it was better to not upset him, she retrieved her clipboard and began to inform him about the various projects she had completed. He raised his hand, effectively stopping her mid sentence. “I trust that you have accomplished the tasks I set before you,” he told her, turning his attention back to the reports.
“Gee, thanks,” she replied, sarcastically.
He looked back up, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry, did you need more reassurance than that?”
“Ass,” she commented, rising from the chair. “I’m going to figure out a training rotation. This gym isn’t large enough to hold the various teams at one time like the other.”
“I do not foresee this facility being at full capacity for long.”
“Didn’t ‘foresee’ the Sentinels finding the other base either,” she replied, dodging the pen that flew at her.
“I shall deal with you later,” he informed her, looking back at the papers.
“Oh goody.” She quickly exited the room, grinning as she dodged the pen again before moving through the hallway, intent on keeping herself busy.
She worked on schedules throughout the day, determining training sessions, meal times, and anything else she thought needed reworking, desperately not trying to think of what chaos Mystique was creating. Eventually, she made her way to the kitchen, fixing herself a plate of the leftover spaghetti. She pursed her lips in thought, wondering if Magneto had eaten, deciding that he probably hadn’t. She ate and then prepared a plate for him, retrieving a glass of water as well.
She entered the briefing room again, shaking her head at the sight of him still attached to the same chair, reports strewn in front of him. She placed the plate and glass on the table and exited the room, intent on getting some sleep. Tomorrow was the day the Registration facilities were supposed to open; she highly doubted that he would sleep.
She wasn’t all that sure she would be able to, either.
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Rogue groaned, grasping the pillow tightly beneath her head. Her face contorted in fear as the scenes unfolded in her mind. She watched as her team was rounded up, forced into the back of large army trucks, arms and legs manacled together by faceless soldiers. She kicked at the covers encasing her body, trying to escape the mass of mutants surrounding her, blocking her view. The crowd parted and she cried out, burying her face in the pillow as she saw Magneto hanging from make shift gallows.
Rough hands grasped her shoulders and she bolted awake, gasping as she stared into Magneto’s face. He didn’t say anything, his face impassive as he looked down at her. “Your memories like to mix with mine,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Always have.”
“Mix with yours?”
“What you…images from Auschwitz,” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest. “I saw my team…you…the Professor said that you’d eventually go away.” She looked back up at him. “None of you do.”
He brushed stray strands of hair from her face. “How much longer until the facilities open?” she asked, forcing herself not to moan at his touch.
“Four.”
“Got tired of looking at papers?” She grinned at his scowl, hands bracing against his chest as he pushed her back down onto the mattress.
“Are you trying to annoy me?” he asked, grasping her hands and pinning them above her head.
“Mhm.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, licking her lower lip in a way she hoped was enticing.
“Minx.”
“Ass.” She gasped as his fingers slid down her arms.
“Yes, you said that before,” he murmured, and she wriggled beneath him, enjoying his sudden intake of breath. “Stop that.”
She grinned wickedly at him, moving her hips against his, ignoring his command. He grasped her hips, stopping her movement before dislodging her legs from his waist. She pouted as he moved off of her and settled on the bed. Sitting up, she watched him, noting that he didn’t seem angry with her, merely exhausted. She carefully moved to straddle him, resting her hands on his chest, pleased when he didn’t push her off.
“Erik…” She hesitated, looking carefully at his expression. “Am I…” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Am I allowed to call you that? I know you told Pyro that John was his human name but Mystique calls you Erik…”
“Are you certain you want to follow in her footsteps?” He was clearly amused.
She hit his chest, glaring. “Never mind,” she grumbled, moving to get off of him.
He grasped her hips, stopping her movement. “Pretty girl,” he murmured, hand sliding along her covered stomach before inching her shirt up. “Is there something you need?”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “I was sleeping. You interrupted.” She sighed, moving so that her head rested on his shoulder. “Are we ready for tomorrow?”
“Hmm?” he asked, slowly caressing her back.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the contact. “Registration beginning…”
“The world will tremble beneath our feet.” She smirked, stifling a giggle at his phrasing. “What is so amusing?”
“Nothing, Magneto.”
He grasped her hand and she looked up at him. “Erik will do.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, relaxing against him. “I keep waiting for Mystique to come in,” Rogue murmured, the sound of his heartbeat making her drowsy.
“The lock and handle have been rendered unusable,” he informed her and she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. He moved her off of him, pressing her roughly onto the mattress. “I would rather not be interrupted.”
She grinned, knowing she would be getting no rest. Though, he won’t either. She arched up into his touch, groaning in dismay when there was a loud pounding on the door. “I think she bypassed your no interruption idea,” Rogue murmured, giggling at his glare.
Magneto moved off of her, wrenching the door open. Delgado stood in the doorway, looking fearful. Rogue smoothed down her tank top, hoping she didn’t look as disheveled as she felt. “What has happened?” Magneto asked, quickly rising and approaching the large man.
“We intercepted a call on one of the members of the Friends of Humanity,” Delgado informed him, leading the two down the hallway. “We know the whereabouts of one of their command centers.”
“Get dressed and gather your team in the hanger,” Magneto ordered and Rogue nodded, thankful that Delgado departed quickly.
“Is this going to hamper your plans?” She pulled on her uniform, tugging her hair up into a ponytail.
Magneto didn’t respond and she turned towards him, frowning as he placed on his helmet, his expression indiscernible. “The time has come,” he muttered, striding out of the bedroom.
Rogue gave a bereaved sigh and followed him out, shaking her head as Mystique appeared at the end of the hallway. “I’m coming,” the blue mutant stated.
Magneto waved her off, continuing his trek. Rogue cringed, following the two. Oh this should be fun.
Author:
willowausFandom: XMMF, post X3, so SPOILERS
Pairing: Magneto/Rogue
Rating: M
Summary: Recent events have thrown lives into chaos and formed unlikely alliances.
A/N: Many thanks to
sionnain for the beta. This is post X3. There are spoilers.Rogue scowled, marking off the mutants entering the quarters before beckoning the next group to come forward. The new base wasn’t as large as they were used to and it would take some finagling to make sure everyone had a place to sleep. That was a strenuous task in itself, but unfortunately she also had to deal with Mystique and her seemingly never ending quest to convince her to leave.
“Drop it, Mystique. My place is here,” Rogue said, ticking off more names, before glaring at the blue mutant. “Do you think Magneto has any idea how to manage all of these people? Frighten them, sure. Get them to join his cause, sure. But to figure out sleeping arrangements and cooking rotations, eating schedules? Ain’t gonna happen.”
“Oh just look at how far you’ve come,” Mystique replied, and Rogue decided she didn’t like the Mystique’s tone. “From an up and coming assassin to his illustrious assistant. I’m so very proud.”
“Stop it.” Rogue muttered, waving forward another group, thankful this task was almost complete.
“You think because you are in his bed that he won’t throw you away as soon as an opportunity presents itself?”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “Didn’t we already have this discussion?”
“Believe me, girl, he’s had far more skilled lovers than you,” Mystique stated, blocking her path as the last of the Brotherhood entered a room.
“And yet he wants me,” Rogue replied, side stepping her. “Jealous?”
Mystique’s eyes narrowed and she grasped Rogue’s arm. “Hardly.”
Rogue sighed, trying to figure what she needed to say, baffled when Mystique cupped her chin. “I see so much of me in you,” the older woman told her.
“I know.”
“He is not capable of love,” Mystique warned, releasing her hold. “His entire being is wrapped up in the cause.”
“Mystique, I don’t have time for this,” Rogue replied brusquely.
“I suggest making time, girl.” Mystique grabbed her arm, effectively stopping her. “Don’t be conned by his presence, his vision.”
“I’m not.” Rogue wrenched herself out of the woman’s grip. “But I’m not conned by your desire to have me with you either.” She almost faltered at the flash of hurt in Mystique’s eyes. “I know I can be a powerful weapon.”
“Is that what you think?” Mystique’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Not entirely, no,” Rogue replied, sighing as she leaned against the wall. “But that’s what I started out as.”
“Things change,” Mystique stated, crossing her arms across her chest in agitation.
“You don’t think he can change?” Rogue asked, looking earnestly at her.
“No.”
Rogue sighed again, knowing she’d never be able to sway Mystique’s opinion; too much had transpired between the two. “I’m staying here. I’m sorry. But it’s what I feel I have to do.”
“Stay with this madman?” Mystique scoffed.
“Help mutants,” Rogue replied, pushing off the wall. “However I can.”
“You are a fool.”
Rogue shrugged before biting her lip, trying not to look anxious. “What are you going to do?”
“Do?”
“Are you going to leave?” Rogue asked, keeping her voice void of emotion.
“It’s nice to see your anxiety over that possibility,” Mystique replied and Rogue glared. “No. I don’t think I’ll give Erik the satisfaction of leaving you alone with him.” Rogue didn’t like Mystique’s smile. “Besides, I’d like to be close by for when I need to kill him.”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “Ha ha ha.”
“That wasn’t a joke,” Mystique replied, and reached out, brushing hair from Rogue’s face.
Rogue caught sight of Delgado approaching them and straightened up. “I need to get to work,” Rogue said, and looked suspiciously at her. “You alright on your own?”
“Just peachy.”
“Don’t go causing mischief,” Rogue said, walking towards the older man.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Mystique replied, smiling thinly.
“Uh huh,” Rogue murmured, wondering if she should have a few members of the Brotherhood follow Mystique. Not that it’ll do any good. She’d disappear easily enough. Probably find the whole damn thing amusing.
Rogue shook her head, focusing her attention on Delgado. “We have successfully catalogued all rations in the storage rooms,” he informed her, and she quickened her pace to keep up with him. “There should be enough for two months if we ration them out accordingly.”
“Do those calculations include the mutants Avalanche and Caliban were sending our way?” she asked, scribbling the information on the clipboard.
“Yes, ma’am,” Delgado replied.
Rogue looked at him and scowled. “I ain’t old enough to be a ma’am, Delgado.” She took pity on him after a few seconds, and grinned, pleased when he relaxed. “Thanks for counting and cataloguing all of it.”
“Anything to help the Cause,” he replied, nodding to her before entering the gym.
Rogue smiled and continued her trek down the hallway, trying to remember the path that would lead her to the briefing room. She highly doubted that Magneto had left the room, even if she had been gone for a few hours. She scribbled a few more notes on her pad before entering the room, shaking her head as she spotted him in the same chair in which she had last seen him in.
He didn’t bother looking up, but she watched as he waved his hand, one of the chairs moving away from the table. She rolled her eyes and sat down, removing one of the reports from his pile. “It’s okay to take a break,” she said, tensing when he glared.
“I will ‘take a break’ when we are free of human oppression.”
Rogue raised an eyebrow, and leaned back in the chair. “The last thing we need is for something to happen to you,” she told him.
“Your concern for my wellbeing is touching, Rogue,” he replied, removing the report from her hands. “However, it is unnecessary.”
“You’re an ass.” Rogue scowled, crossing her arms across her chest.
“I hardly think you just realized that.”
She glared and stuck her tongue out, yelping as he forced her chair closer to the table. “Stop being juvenile,” he warned and she silently cursed him.
Deciding it was better to not upset him, she retrieved her clipboard and began to inform him about the various projects she had completed. He raised his hand, effectively stopping her mid sentence. “I trust that you have accomplished the tasks I set before you,” he told her, turning his attention back to the reports.
“Gee, thanks,” she replied, sarcastically.
He looked back up, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry, did you need more reassurance than that?”
“Ass,” she commented, rising from the chair. “I’m going to figure out a training rotation. This gym isn’t large enough to hold the various teams at one time like the other.”
“I do not foresee this facility being at full capacity for long.”
“Didn’t ‘foresee’ the Sentinels finding the other base either,” she replied, dodging the pen that flew at her.
“I shall deal with you later,” he informed her, looking back at the papers.
“Oh goody.” She quickly exited the room, grinning as she dodged the pen again before moving through the hallway, intent on keeping herself busy.
She worked on schedules throughout the day, determining training sessions, meal times, and anything else she thought needed reworking, desperately not trying to think of what chaos Mystique was creating. Eventually, she made her way to the kitchen, fixing herself a plate of the leftover spaghetti. She pursed her lips in thought, wondering if Magneto had eaten, deciding that he probably hadn’t. She ate and then prepared a plate for him, retrieving a glass of water as well.
She entered the briefing room again, shaking her head at the sight of him still attached to the same chair, reports strewn in front of him. She placed the plate and glass on the table and exited the room, intent on getting some sleep. Tomorrow was the day the Registration facilities were supposed to open; she highly doubted that he would sleep.
She wasn’t all that sure she would be able to, either.
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Rogue groaned, grasping the pillow tightly beneath her head. Her face contorted in fear as the scenes unfolded in her mind. She watched as her team was rounded up, forced into the back of large army trucks, arms and legs manacled together by faceless soldiers. She kicked at the covers encasing her body, trying to escape the mass of mutants surrounding her, blocking her view. The crowd parted and she cried out, burying her face in the pillow as she saw Magneto hanging from make shift gallows.
Rough hands grasped her shoulders and she bolted awake, gasping as she stared into Magneto’s face. He didn’t say anything, his face impassive as he looked down at her. “Your memories like to mix with mine,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Always have.”
“Mix with yours?”
“What you…images from Auschwitz,” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest. “I saw my team…you…the Professor said that you’d eventually go away.” She looked back up at him. “None of you do.”
He brushed stray strands of hair from her face. “How much longer until the facilities open?” she asked, forcing herself not to moan at his touch.
“Four.”
“Got tired of looking at papers?” She grinned at his scowl, hands bracing against his chest as he pushed her back down onto the mattress.
“Are you trying to annoy me?” he asked, grasping her hands and pinning them above her head.
“Mhm.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, licking her lower lip in a way she hoped was enticing.
“Minx.”
“Ass.” She gasped as his fingers slid down her arms.
“Yes, you said that before,” he murmured, and she wriggled beneath him, enjoying his sudden intake of breath. “Stop that.”
She grinned wickedly at him, moving her hips against his, ignoring his command. He grasped her hips, stopping her movement before dislodging her legs from his waist. She pouted as he moved off of her and settled on the bed. Sitting up, she watched him, noting that he didn’t seem angry with her, merely exhausted. She carefully moved to straddle him, resting her hands on his chest, pleased when he didn’t push her off.
“Erik…” She hesitated, looking carefully at his expression. “Am I…” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Am I allowed to call you that? I know you told Pyro that John was his human name but Mystique calls you Erik…”
“Are you certain you want to follow in her footsteps?” He was clearly amused.
She hit his chest, glaring. “Never mind,” she grumbled, moving to get off of him.
He grasped her hips, stopping her movement. “Pretty girl,” he murmured, hand sliding along her covered stomach before inching her shirt up. “Is there something you need?”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “I was sleeping. You interrupted.” She sighed, moving so that her head rested on his shoulder. “Are we ready for tomorrow?”
“Hmm?” he asked, slowly caressing her back.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the contact. “Registration beginning…”
“The world will tremble beneath our feet.” She smirked, stifling a giggle at his phrasing. “What is so amusing?”
“Nothing, Magneto.”
He grasped her hand and she looked up at him. “Erik will do.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, relaxing against him. “I keep waiting for Mystique to come in,” Rogue murmured, the sound of his heartbeat making her drowsy.
“The lock and handle have been rendered unusable,” he informed her and she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. He moved her off of him, pressing her roughly onto the mattress. “I would rather not be interrupted.”
She grinned, knowing she would be getting no rest. Though, he won’t either. She arched up into his touch, groaning in dismay when there was a loud pounding on the door. “I think she bypassed your no interruption idea,” Rogue murmured, giggling at his glare.
Magneto moved off of her, wrenching the door open. Delgado stood in the doorway, looking fearful. Rogue smoothed down her tank top, hoping she didn’t look as disheveled as she felt. “What has happened?” Magneto asked, quickly rising and approaching the large man.
“We intercepted a call on one of the members of the Friends of Humanity,” Delgado informed him, leading the two down the hallway. “We know the whereabouts of one of their command centers.”
“Get dressed and gather your team in the hanger,” Magneto ordered and Rogue nodded, thankful that Delgado departed quickly.
“Is this going to hamper your plans?” She pulled on her uniform, tugging her hair up into a ponytail.
Magneto didn’t respond and she turned towards him, frowning as he placed on his helmet, his expression indiscernible. “The time has come,” he muttered, striding out of the bedroom.
Rogue gave a bereaved sigh and followed him out, shaking her head as Mystique appeared at the end of the hallway. “I’m coming,” the blue mutant stated.
Magneto waved her off, continuing his trek. Rogue cringed, following the two. Oh this should be fun.
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Wow :-)
I love these two together. You made their relationship believable.
Thank you.
Re: Wow :-)
I'm glad their relationship is believable and that you are enjoying what has been happening so far. :)
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