We All Have Our Secrets

[Magda Eisenhardt]

"The only way for them to learn from the past, is to solidify our future." She wasn't sure how that worked, but she believed he knew better then her by this point. For she had hid from the world while he took it head on. "Do not hide anymore." She didn't have a choice. "There is no need to." The need was there, but her will was not. She'd not hide, even if she could. Magda was done letting history repeat.

"For our time is coming. In fact, it is already here. To unite, stand strong against persecution and oppression." Was it so simple? Yet she knew he was speaking of what could be another war, when the last one was horrible. Yet this proved that humans would say one thing, and do another when it came to them. Promote peace, fire Trask, but then let other companies do what he'd done.

"Whether you are Magda--" Her lips parted, as she inhaled a silent gasp at being called her real name. No one had called her that in so many years. More then ten. Hearing it now, made being here with him so much more real. He was speaking on her not hiding her self, but she had. Had hid everything for fear of everything. "Likewise, you should not deny your gifts. You should use them. Be proud of them. Accept them."

"Embrace them. Embrace who you are, Magda. And do not be afraid of what makes you stronger than any human could possibly be." After a lifetime of fear and hiding, how did she embrace what she hid from? Because she must. Because there was no other choice if she wished to be alive. Because silence and doing nothing only got others killed.

Looking away from him and at the floor, she lifted her hand and touched her head where he had used his own powers effortlessly to tend her. He could be strong enough to lift a stadium, but gentle enough to do it without hurting more then it already would. He had embraced everything about himself, while she'd hid it. Her tone was soft when she first spoke, "The only thing needed for the trump of evil, is the silence of good men." It was a quote, by someone's who's name she didn't know. Looking back at him, her tone was no longer soft and it sounded sure of what she was saying and what she wanted. "And I will be silent no longer."

Yet she did not know how to be strong like he was. "Might I stay here?" She asked, knowing she'd need help, "With your people." She clarified because suddenly for the first time since she saw it it hit her--Erik was before her. For the first time in years she was looking at his hansom face. His strength that had always made her feel safe was encasing her now. Yet she knew nothing about his life, on a personal nature. He could have a wife that might be displeased at his former lover staying under his roof. "Or back were you left the others." She added on, a bit more unsure at what would be expected from her now--as one of his followers.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She made it clear that she would no longer be passive of what was happening to their people. Whether that meant actively participating in their cause, or just embracing her abilities, Magneto was unsure. She then asked if she could stay here, with him and the others, or return to the safehouse shelter where the others had been dropped of. If there was one thing Magneto would not do, it was force someone to stay and fight for their cause. Those who were with him now, were strongly loyal. But should they have change of heart, Magneto would not destroy them or somehow force them to stay. It was of their own free will to leave, just was it was to join. He knew what he preferred, but he also led a very different life than hers. If this was the life she wanted, then he would be here for her. If it was not, then . . . well, he could not control her mind. He could perhaps, persuade it a little. "If you return to where the others are, then you can live among them. They are civilians, still unsure of their abilities and what path society had laid out for them. They remain together, finding safety in the company of others like them."

Neither life was safer for mutants were always in danger, but those ones were not embarking on missions. "Should you decide to stay here, you will be apart of The Brotherhood. A group of us who fight for mutant rights. Who actively engage in this war that has already commenced." Some people believed a war was coming. They did not realize that the war was already here. "I can also help you understand your powers. Perfect them so you have full control and are able to realize your potential." A promise he often made to most mutants, for a lot of them were unsure of their abilities. But it was different when making this offer to Magda. Because, he had something personally invested in her. Even if he did not say as much to her as part of his conviction for her to stay. "I can better protect you here," he added, for if she was not with him, then he would not be able to constantly see if she was safe. His current Wanted status prevented him from making too many appearances without carefully planning it through. "The choice is yours to make." He could not ask her to stay for him, but rather, for the cause. If the two were intertwined, then even better. He wanted her here to see her and ensure her safety, but this was a drastically different lifestyle than what she was perhaps accustomed to.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

"I would like to stay here." She told him, "With you." Where she felt safe. "And the others, too of course. As apart of your Brotherhood." Magda wanted to learn to use her powers to help mutants, like Erik had twice helped her. Though she doubted in how much use she would be in a fight; today proved she wasn't helpless. "I want to learn. I want to learn to not be afraid. I want to feel strong, as I did once." When she was by his side. Before Anya died.

He had offered to help her, and said he could better keep her safe here. "Is there . . . is there no one here who would care I was here?" She asked, not caring if it made her sound weak. She needed to know if she should steal herself for a beloved wife to come in and kiss him. She could still stay here, but she wanted to know if she should prepare herself.

Never once had she forgotten him, or their daughter. Even when she hid, she did so with him in mind. Erikson. His name, taken as her own. Because while he could not be with her, she wanted to hold even something so small to her. She could not abandon the memories of their months together--even so very many years later.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She said that she wanted to stay here, and Magneto felt an inevitable wave of relief wash over him. He may not show it, but he felt it. Strongly. Not only did she want to stay, but her next words revealed that she wanted to stay, with him. And it was possible. This time, knowing she was a mutant, it was possible. She added on that she wished to learn and control her powers, and Magneto would give her that. Offer her the proper training to control the incredible gift she possessed. With how the world was advancing, technology would soon replace nearly everything. She would have control over so much. And he wanted her to feel that power; feel that dominance. Show that she need not be afraid, for she could overcome any opponent, regardless of how formidable they may seem. Her question distracted him from saying any of this, as she inquired as to whether anyone would care that she was.

He knew what she meant by that. There was a bond he had with her that could not be replaced or compensated for by anyone else. He had been with her, believing she was a human. His hatred for homo sapiens had not stopped that. And it was not for just anyone that he would overlook this hatred for, and form a legitimate relationship with. Even if it had only lasted a few months, their departure from each other was not due to lacking feelings. "No," he answered bluntly. Whatever relations he had engaged in the past with whichever women, did not result in long lasting intimate relationships. He did not return the question to her, for whether she was with someone or not, she was here with him now. And he knew she would mention if that needed to change. "Those feelings of strength are within you," he said, returning the topic of her developing her powers.

Why? Because he did not know how to define them. He did not know how to state what he wanted when it came to them. It was easier to talk about her abilities, rather than his deep affections and love for her. "I will help you make them to surface." When she was fully healed and better able to start training. "But for now, you should rest." She had been through quite an ordeal. With saying those words, part of him -- most of him -- wanted her to stay here, in his company. In his bed. Yet the other, less dominating part, wondered if it would be better for her to be in her own room. Seeing her again, filled him with that familiar desire of wanting her. Of needing to be with her. Stronger now, knowing she was a mutant. "I will show you to your room." With that, he rose to his feet, immediately turning around so that he would not let his desires get the better of him.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

No. He answered and then dismissed it as quickly as he had done so. It left her unable to decided what that meant. He offered to show her to her room, and turned away from her. Blinking, she turned to look over the bedroom and found that it was his. She had not overly thought about it until now. He had taken her here, rather then anywhere else in this large estate. Her eyes fell to the bed, and she wondered how many followers loved him enough to offer to join him there. He was handsome, brave, and was a force of nature that drew others toward him. It would be only natural for the ones drawn to him to want to join him here.

Standing she went with him toward the door. "Thank you." For giving her a place to stay, for helping her escape, for not giving up on her, not not hating her and casting her out, for her head. "For everything, Erik." She was sure it was a common feeling that many had toward him. "And I am sorry," For just as much as she was grateful for.

Not wanting to linger on things she tried to change the topic while they walked. "How many have joined you here?" How large was his army.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She thanked him and apologized. He remained silent on both, thinking of all that was discovered in the matter of only a few hours. How so many things had changed. She asked a question that allowed them to divert the subject, and he was rather welcoming of this shift of topic. "A fair amount, but our group is still growing." After his international announcement, many had sought him out. Unfortunately, part of being a Wanted man was remaining elusive. So he could only recruit those he came across. There were still mutants out there who would try to stop him and the cause he fought for, so it was difficult to trust the right ones. Thus far, he had been fortunate. "You will meet more of them tomorrow." If not all of them; whomever she came across.

"The one you have already met in the helicopter goes by the name Toad." Mortimer Toynbee. A mutant rejected by society because of the way he looked. Like so many others, he was scene was a freak. A defect. A hideous creature. And none of those were true. "He is a recent addition to The Brotherhood," he added, being able to at least introduce her to one mutant that she was able to already meet. "Many here possess extraordinary gifts. None as yours, but still with a range of abilities." Ones that he often put into account when developing a strategy for his latest plan. It was not about the numbers they had, but the skills and gifts and using them to their advantage over the homo sapiens.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

As they walked through the halls he told of her Toad. She found it a fitting and an odd name still. However she understood that it wasn't his birth name but one he choose to go by. "Toad." She repeated, "Magneto." Again a name he choose to go by. Isabelle was who she had hid behind but it wasn't a name she would go by any longer. "Is that what I should call you now?" Magneto.

It was the name the world knew him by, the one they used the most even though his other name was common knowlage. Her name was not. The company who had her only knew her as Isabelle Erikson, and not by her real name. They could not have learned of her past. "It seems none of us call our selves by the old names any longer. It has been over ten years since anyone called me Magda."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She questioned as to whether she should call him Magneto or not. It was the name he was most commonly referred to these days, both by mutants and homo sapiens -- or rather, the authorities. Those who referred to themselves with their mutant names, demonstrated a strong pride: they were proud to be a mutant. They were embracing their abilities and race. Mystique had given him his name because she believed they required 'code names' but now, it was so much more than that. "It is what I am most commonly known by these days," he told her, vocalizing his earlier thoughts.

"What name did you go by?" He asked. He recalled her telling him that she had created an alias to hide who she was, but she had not told him that name. He could understand if she did not wish to refer to him with it. She had called him Erik before and it sounded so unfamiliar, not because it was his first name, but because he had not spoken to her in so long. So whether she called him Erik or Magneto was entirely up to her. He always made a great deal of exceptions for her because . . . well, because of how much he cared for her.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

It as what he was known by, but not what he was asking her to call him. It was his way of answering while telling her nothing. He went on to ask what name she went by. "Isabelle." She told him, "I wanted a name that couldn't be traced to my past or . . . or you." Because she was still afraid of the path he was on then, and what might happen if the men found her again and wanted to use her as his weakness.

"Isabelle Erikson." Magda had always tired to be as honest as she could with him, which was why she supplied the last name too. "Because apart of me was unwilling to let you go completely." So she had taken his name as her own, and gone into the world to hide from her powers, his path, and her history. But there would be no more hiding.

"You never told me which you prefer. Only what is used more often." She needed to know. Was her Magneto the general to her, or Erik the man.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She revealed that her alias had been Isabelle. While there was nothing wrong with the name, Magneto preferred Magda, because it was who she truly was. Isabelle was the name she took to hide the truth; to hide who she was and her powers and, well, everything. As she had said, it was a name she had picked that could not be traced to her past or to him. Her last name then caused him to look at her for a moment. Erikson. She admitted the reason for selecting this past name. Magneto had assumed she had gotten it from his own name, the coincidence was far too great. He looked forward again as they continued to walk forward. How far they had come it seemed. He still recalled the time where they were together, every day, every night, experiencing intimacy in a way neither of them had before.

The thought made him want to return to the initial idea of inviting her to stay in his room, or inviting himself to hers. Her question at least, allowed this thought to be replaced, enough to not let it surface in the form of words. "Using our mutant name demonstrates our pride in who we are," he told her, using the logic behind them to help her understand why he often preferred Magneto. At least in public. "What you feel more accustomed to, is what you can call me." Erik, most likely. Or perhaps with time here, she would grow used to calling him Magneto. "And what shall we call you?" He asked her, purposely having made mention of being proud of who they were. If she said Magda, he knew she was fully embracing her race. If she chose Isabelle, then it showed he had to convince her further about being proud to be a mutant.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Again he left he choice of his name up to her, and she knew it might be easier to not call him by a name until she knew where they stood with each other. Though he in turned asked her what she would like to be called, "I have no mutant name." She told him, as her way of not answering. She wasn't sure if she would continue to be called Isabelle or return to Magda yet.

Magda she would guess, but turn about was fair play. It was her own way of teasing him, even if her tone wasn't in jest. He could side step, but so could see. "I will have to think on it." He paused outside a door, and so did as well. It would again depends on how she stood with him here. Magda was the girl of his past, and she had been caught in the crossfires once. While she wasn't afraid of it happening again, it might be easier to keep their past hidden if nothing could ever happen between them now. He said there was no one else, but it did not mean there was her either.

Smiling softly, she let him open the door before Magda crossed the threshold. Turning she looked up at him, "Thank you again for today. For letting me stay here."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She said that she had no mutant name, and that she would have to think on it. Regardless, he would call her Magda. Because Isabelle was created for the wrong reasons -- or what he perceived as the wrong reasons. Ones that were caused by humans. They arrived at her room far too soon, and he opened the door at her, not entering. Aware that if he did, he may not leave. He merely stood in the doorway, as she thanked him for everything. "You should have all that you require." Food should she grow hungry, a bed, a washroom . . . it was a fairly comfortable room. He did not remark on her gratitude, for he believed that gratitude was unneeded in moments such as these. He would much prefer people to join the fight against homo sapiens, rather than simply thank him for taking action against them.

"I will see you tomorrow." With that, he turned and left her to her room, immediately returning to his. He could not over think his departure. Not over think the fact that she was under the same roof as him. He needed to let her be. Once he arrived at his room, he closed the door and took off his uniform jacket, now clad only in his white t-shirt he wore underneath. He took a seat on the chair and looked at the medical supplies that were still sitting there. She was a mutant. The phrase repeated in his mind, trying to still process the truth about her. Still trying to fully acknowledge that she was not a human. That part of the reason he had left her was no longer valid. She was a human. She was one of them. So why, was he sitting here by himself, when he could be with her right now? The thought was all that seemed to register in his mind, ignoring logic and rationality. Instead, everything seemed to be fueled on desire alone.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He left her. Magda stood there in the open door way after he told her that she should have everything she needed and then bid her a good night. It was unsettling to hear him be so formal but she also knew that ten years did not disappear so quickly, no matter what her heart wanted. She had loved him, and the lack of love was not why they'd broken years ago.

Shutting the door she walked to the bath, and begin running some water. She wanted to be free of the clothing they had put her on--not even told her to change, but had her put to sleep and changed her! Sinking in the bath, she let herself soak while thinking of Erik. Of everything that was between them and everything that they had once had.

Not wishing to redress in those clothes--yet knowing she'd have to sooner or later because it was all she had now--Magda wrapped herself in a towel, and climbed up on the bed, laying back and looking at nothing. Seeing Erik again had awoken so many things inside her. Things that she had long fully longed for since she was last with him.

Looking after at the lights, she used nothing but her fingers and made it dim, then turn brighter, then dim. Yet it was not the light she was seeing. It was Erik.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Erik was growing frustrated. He sat at the edge of his bed, the metal spheres he had circulating around his fingers, a meditative action. He should just lay down and go to sleep, yet every time he closed his eyes, his mind went a time when he had her next to him. For the past few years, this image had slipped further and further from his mind. Not because he didn't want her. But because he had felt it was impossible to have her. Until now. It should continue to remain an impossibility, but it wasn't. She was not only here, she was not a human. Didn't that change everything? Couldn't he now stay true to his principles and not feel so conflicted about caring more than he should about a homo sapien? He was trying to fight this growing need for her that was filling his body and mind, but it was growing too strong. Too dominant. And it won. His metal sphere fell to the ground and he exited his room. It was late and most others were asleep. She could be as well, but that did not stop him.

Once he arrived at her door, he immediately knocked on it, not giving himself a second to hesitate for otherwise, reason would enter his mind and he would turn around and return to his own room. When he heard the door open, first a little and then a little more, he used his powers to make it open enough for him to enter, and simultaneously, walked right in and kissed her. He moved forward, pushing her back, and without having to look or break the kiss, closed and locked the door behind him. The embrace was filled with a passionate intensity. For he no longer wanted to think about anything. He just wanted to give in to his selfish desire of wanting her. A desperate want that was evident in the way he kissed her and the way he kept walking forward, and then a little to the side, until the back of her legs touched the edge of the bed.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

There was a knock at her door, and Magda moved to answer it. At first she only cracked it open, but when she saw Erik she opened it slightly more--only to feel it pushed all the way open. Before she could ask anything--what was wrong, what are you doing here, what's happened--he kissed her. Erik kissed her for the first time in over a decade! It was drinking water after going without, and she wanted more.

Before Magda could process what was happening, she felt the bed at the back of her knees, and then at her back. Gasping she tilted her head back in effort to encourage his attentions to other places while her hand moved from his shoulders to his back; one grasping over his shoulder blade to hold him tighter to her; and the other his lower back, attempting to hold him closer to her center, as her knees parted to encase his hips. She still only wore the towel, and her skin still slightly damp, which made her all too aware of excatly how many clothes he was still wearing.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Once they were near the bed, Erik didn't wait long to get them on it. He lifted her up, and placed her so that her back was rested against the bed and he positioned himself on top of her. All the while, ensuring not to break the kiss. But as she tilted her head back, their lips were forced to part. He however quickly found a replacement, as he moved his lips along her neck. He could feel that familiar ache for her grow, making him more impatient and need driven. His hand gripped the edge of the towel and in one quick, swift motion, pulled it off, carelessly tossing it to the side.

Raising his head from her neck, his lips found hers once more, unable to control his desire to move them along hers, and deepen the kiss to reflect the urgency in his actions. His hand began to skim down her body, lingering over every part of her that he could reach in his current position. The way she felt under him was incredible, especially after being deprived of it for so many years. Without needing to shift focus or where his attentions were, he used his abilities to quickly undo his belt, pulling it from his pants and sending it to the other side of the room.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He stole her towel, and she felt her skin touching his clothing. It had been years since she was with anyone like this, even then it had been rare, and had never left her feeling like even a touch from Erik did. Wanting more, she moved to pull his shirt over his head, and broke the kiss only long enough to free him.

Lifting her knees she wrapped her caves around his hips, tightening them and using them to help lower his trousers. Braking the kiss, she didn't pull a away but mumbled her words with her lips brushing his as she spoke, "You still wear too many clothes," It wasn't a quite a tease on their past, nor a complaint from now; but either way she only kissed him again.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She began to pull his shirt up and he moved the bare minimum in compliance to allow her to. He could feel her hands on his trousers, lowering them, and he kicked off his shoes, and helped her push the down the remaining part, ensuring that there was no more material or articles of clothing that served as barriers between them. She spoke of how he still wore too many clothes and his mind drew a blank as to how to respond, far too consumed with how he felt.

Luckily, she did not seem to expect a verbal response for she kissed him again, and he immediately returned the kiss, deeper than before, feeling his body heaving over hers. Unable to prolong the moment any longer, he guided himself to her and without hesitation or thinking of the possible need to build up the moment any longer, he pushed into her. He was far too ready for this and did not bother stopping long enough to question, or check, if she was too. Once inside her he exhaled with pleasure, lightly biting her lip as a sign of the intensity of this surge of pleasure, and began to build a steady rhythm.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Soon enough he was free form his clothing and then pressing into her. It made her head fall back, though not far as he bit her lip. Her hands moved to the back of his head, bunching in his hair, while kissing him stronger, while he began that age old dance between them. One of her hands dropped down to hold him over his ribs, and slide back to hold onto him there, no caring that she might be leaving small scratch markings along his skin.

Her knees around his hips tightened, as she felt the pressure build, and begin to foucse on that one place inside her. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she bunches them closed tightly, yet it didn't keep them in. Had her hands not been clinging to him tightly then they would have shaken like her thighs trembled when the band of euphoria broke over her.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

He didn't feel any discomfort or any pain, other than the one filling his entire being due to the building need. His movements inside of her grew faster, deeper, the pace of his breath increasing as he felt himself growing close. One hand cupped her chest, squeezing it tightly as if that was the only way to express his much needed release. That, and the way his lips moved along hers, kissing her deeply.

He broke the kiss but kept his lips touching hers, brushing against them, his forehead pressed against hers as he felt his release suddenly wash over him with that final thrust. It caused everything within him to flood with ecstasy, a feeling he had not properly experienced since the last time they were together. He took a moment to catch his breath, staying tucked inside her just for a few moments, before he could not longer brace himself above her. Releasing his hold on her chest, and pulling out of her, he rolled onto his back next to her, closing his eyes and savoring the emotions that were currently dominating his being.