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Who needed tea when one had kisses? "I wouldn't be able to surprise you in quite the same way," And his were very good. "True, and I am enjoying this so much. Your logic wins again," She teased, as he began talking about the tea. "I don't make it quite as good as you do, but I'm learning. I have a good teacher." She laughed at his words, knowing who he meant.

Moving, she left his lap in order to reach for the tea. If he made it, then she would pour it. As she reach for the cups and noticed something in the vase. "Erik, there is something in here." She said, as if he might not know. Lifting the flowers out and smelled the before sitting them carefully on the side and lifting the vase to pull the box out.

It took her moment to realize it was 'a box' and not just a box. Sitting the vase down slowly she turned back to him. Magda knew who he was, and who she was. She had been grateful to be apart of his life for as long as he'd let her. Yet, because she was human and he was leading the fight to protect his people she knew that it sometimes put him in difficult places. Now as she held this little box she began to hope for more. Not just love--for she knew she held his heart--but more. Looking down from his face she looked at the box and slowly opened it as her heart swelled and beat harder! There was a ring! Looking back up at him she knew there was surprise on her face, and so many more emotions--and none of them were bad.

I think that we both know the way that the story ends

TAG: Erik Lehnsherr

Clouds will race in, Rains will pour down

Magda felt hands come around her, and her fingers tightened on the object in her hands as she began grinning brightly. "I've either come to help you, or distract you. I haven't quiet decided yet," Laughing she dropped it back into the box, the item forgotten has her hands moved to cover his. Turning her face to his, "Is their a difference?" She teased, knowing that most things he did was distracting to her.

Turning in his arms she wrapped hers around his neck. "I liked hearing you sing to Nina. I knew you'd be a good father. Every day you prove me wrong--your a great father, Erik." She told him before moving to kiss him. Smiling as she broke it, Magda didn't let him go. Everything she'd ever wanted was in this house right now. Erik. A family. A place she felt safe.

"I was just unpacking some of the last boxes." Things she'd collected over the years, and some things they'd collected. Erik wasn't a man who held on to material things, but some things were important enough to hold on too.

But you will be safe in my arms

Tag: Erik Lehnsherr

God help the outcasts

He said he was well, and her eyes again looked to the scar before at him. She hoped it was true. "We have much to discuss." His words were curious, as he had not come here for her. Yet she would have to question them later, as his next ones were the ones she needed to hear. "But I came here today to see refuge. To have a safe place to hide for a short while. If you would allow me to." That was why he was here. "Of course!" Magda looked to the windows then back at him, "Anything you need." Flipping the 'close for lunch' sign over she locked the door.

"This way," She turned to lead them to the back room. There she moved to a book shelf that blocked off part of a wall. Pulling it, it became clear it was a door. "This is what some did during the war. It's horrible that it's still needed." She said, looking back at him. Inside the small room was a bed, and other things to make it inviting. Though small, it didn't look dark. She had tries to make them comfortable. "This is were I normally let anyone who needs it stay, but . . . My home is through that door. We could go up stairs." And be more comfortable.

Show them the mercy that they don't find on earth

Tag: Erik Lehnsherr

There can be miracles

"PAPA!" Magda paused in her story telling as Nina moved quickly to the door. ERIK! She watched, her heart breaking as he went to his knees and wrapped his arms around his daughter! Magda covered her hands with her hand as tears began to fall. He was here, and their little family could be whole again! Father and Daughter and Mother would be together tonight for the first time in too long. She looked back at him as she stood and walked over to them. Her hand reached out to touch his cheek and to use her fingers to wipe away his tears, as she too knelt down to see him.

She was too over come with emotion in this moment, at seeing her husband here, to speak. Magda feared it would take Charles too long to find Erik, and she had not expected him. He knew how to hide. And yet, she felt it was the smartest choice now, with how it worked out. "Papa, I came to America to find you!" Nina told him with a shaken voice, and Magda envied her ability to speak. Resting her head to his, she just held him. Her own tears falling with his. His heart break, her fears, and the pain of seeing their daughter hurt and missing her father all came up in this moment. There was nothing else that Magda could do besides hold him. "I love you," she whispered, "We're here." He was here!

What had he said? We are her home--and they were his. He was home now.

When you believe

Tag: Erik Lehnsherr

God help the outcasts

Erik Lehnsherr was in her shop. The worlds most wanted man stood in her shop. Wanted by America, but France....by her. She'd missed him. She had known she missed him, but at seeing him she realized it was so much more then she'd let herself know. Her lips were suddenly dry, and her heart was beating as if she had been running."Magda," He said her name, and she felt her lips tilt up in an almost smile. Erik was here. "This is . . . unexpected." But not for her. She hadn't even realized she had had been thinking that he had come to see her, until his words were said. She felt a disappointment and knew it was unfair to fell that. She had walked away all those years ago. "Yes," She agreed, "But not unwelcome."

Keeping her eyes on him, she walked around the counter and moved toward him. She wanted to ask how he was, what he was doing here, and so many more questions. Instead she just watched him, taking in his presence. She wondered if he found Shaw or had given up and turned his energy into what she had seen on the telly. He was stronger. She sight of his power being able to do so much was staggering. He had not been that strong when she knew him. Then he'd been shot . . .

Her eyes moved to his neck, looking for the scar of the bullet. "Are you well?" She asked in a voice that said his answer mattered. Her eyes there for another moment before looking at his face. She wanted to touch him. Magda was by nature someone who touched everyone, and it felt odd to hold back. Yet she knew they were both so different people from who they'd been.

Show them the mercy that they don't find on earth

Tag: Erik Lehnsherr

Clouds will race in, Rains will pour down

Magda could feel herself waking up, and she took a deep breath, trying to hold on to the last few moments of rest. She wasn't ready to wake up. Not because she was tired, but because her dream was so good. But as they always did the dream faded into the morning. Stretching slowly she blinked awake and her eyes caught her husband. Smiling she lay there and watched him. Some things were worth waking up too.

Sliding closer and tucked herself into his side, enjoying this time when they could just be. Here they weren't trying to solve world problems. Here they were just. Just together. Just sleeping. Just happy. "I did not hear you come to bed last night," she whispered, knowing that either he had been awake her her moving and touching him had woken him up. Her words were not ones of complaint--she knew that his work was important. That he wanted to save his people, the way no one had saved theirs. Magda was supportive of him fight. In their youth she had not supported his need to hunt and kill Shaw at the cost of everything--but this, this is knew was important. She'd seen that would happen if no one did.

Turning her face she rubbed it over his skin, before looking up at him and smiling. "Good morning," she whispered, grateful that of the moment she felt well. She'd gone to the doctor's yesterday but had yet to speak to her husband about why. Right now she savored the anticipation of telling him.

But you will be safe in my arms

Tag: Erik Lehnsherr

God help the outcast

Magda owned a little tea shop. It was hard for her to believe that she would eventually let roots grow under her feet, but as she grew older she began to want to stay in one place. To build something with meaning. To do something that mattered. So, she found a warm place in the world, not too hot, not too cold--and began making it home.

Over the years she made a made for herself in the local communities for giving palm readings, and tea leave readings to guest. The old women liked it, and it made her fell welcome. Her shop was small, but perfect for it. For now. As over the years she became known, on much more private level, for something else--a safe place for mutants to hide. She only asked one thing of them--no violence inside her shop. They'd come in in all shapes. Sometimes running from their parents, sometimes from out of town and passing by, sometimes sick with their powers affected, sometimes injured; and she'd help them. She knew all too well what it was like to be hunted and afraid. She had thought Erik was the only one, but with so may now . . . she knew what was coming. They would be blamed, feared, and eventually . . . worse.

They always seemed surprised she was human, but she assured them they were safe.

Hearing the chimes out front in her shop she called up, "I'll be right there," in the local language but her voice still help her Polish accent. She lifted a heavy box of new flavored teas in fancy tins, and carried it through the beads that served as a wall from the store room to the shop. Without looking at her guest she spoke as she paid attention, instead, to the counter so she could sit it there. "I'll be right with you." She lifted the box to the counter and pushed it back. Looking down she brushed off the dust from her shirt before turning to greet . . . her . . . cusssttoo . . . . "Erik"

Show them the mercy that they don't find on earth

You make me happy,

He was quite for a moment or so, before he spoke and everything she had been feeling came clear. It was as if she had not even known the emotion was clouded until he spoke and everything fit. "I was her son." Erik! Magda closed he eyes at his words as emotions filled her. Too many to name or sort out. Opening then, she blinked up at him and knew that she had tears there. He was alive! My some miracle he was alive and standing here! She shifted her feet, feeling as if the ground moved. "E--" Her voice cracked. "Erik?" She finally was able to whisper.

The boy who saved her life, now here before her as a man! Her eyes fell over him taking in how he looked. He didn't appear broken, or sickly! He looked as if he was alright. "You're alive!" She whispered as she looked back to his face. He was here! Alive and before her! . . . and handsome and well dressed! The contrast to the boy she'd known was staggering. Gone was the too thin starving boy that was too pale from lack of sun and exercise. Now he was here looking . . . human. Like a healthy man!

Not knowing what else to do, and overcome with the gladness of seeing the boy who saved her life as a man, Magda stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. She held him there for a moment, feeling her emotions overwhelm her before she pulled back but kept her hands on his arms. In the end she could say nothing, but look at his face. After a long moment she let out a shaken breath, "I hoped you were, but had feared you were not."

even when the sky is grey

You make me happy,

Magda stood there looking over the wall, knowing that she should leave. This was not a happy place, but one filled with the ghost of hate, and loss. Yet still she lingered, looking over the names again. There were so many here. This hall could not even hold all the names for there was too many. Too much hate, too much evil.

As she moved around the long wall, she approached a tall man in a hat, an was about to walk behind him so she would not block his view, but then paused. There on the wall was a name she did know. While she'd never met the woman, she had met her son in the weeks after her death. Edie. Edie Lensherr. Instead of walking around the man she politely said "excuse me" in Polish before stepping up to the wall. She might never have answers to were the son was, but all that was left of the mother was a name here on the wall. Lifting her hand, Magda traced her finger tips over the name, before resting her open palm there.

His name wasn't with his mothers. Perhaps they;d never recorded his death. Perhaps he died nameless like so mane. Or, perhaps he lived. Maybe he found happiness. She liked that idea. In all the hopelessness feeling here, she held on to that idea. Her gaze caught her numbers on her arm, and she lowered her hand from the name. It was hard to think of someone finding peace after such hate, but she would think of him that way.

Stepping back from the wall she took a long slow breath. She needed to leave Poland. There were too many memories here. If she wanted to find the peace she hoped he had, then she needed to find a better place to try.

even when the sky is grey