A/N: From Marie's POV. Hints of what could be seen as very mild m/m. Stream-of-thought, just trying to get an idea across. Doesn't really have a plot, and not much of an ending either. If you have suggestions, tell me -- I'm thinking about re-writing it. X-Men aren't mine, unfortunately.
I’m Not Alone in My Head, But He Is
It starts out as a normal enough mission – not even anything all that spectacular, which is why they let me come along. Jean and the Professor had been training me in how to touch somebody and then go through the bits of them that ended up in my head, to look for something in particular. There’s some guy we’re after, on this one, who knows something about Magneto -- how he escaped or something, I’m not sure exactly what -- and they figured this was a good way for me to practice my "new control over my power".
It isn’t even that hard to catch the guy, and we’re just getting set up for me to touch him when Logan hears something behind us and we figure out the guy’s got a friend with him.
A friend who just happens to be able to shoot fire out of his fingertips.
And the guy hits the Professor, who shouldn’t really even have been there.
And all of a sudden I’m screaming words in a language I don’t know as Erik surges to the front of my mind, pushing Marie aside without stopping to look at her. And tears are running down my face and why won’t Logan let me forward and oh, gods it’s so familiar even though Marie’s never been here before, because Erik has and it’s Erik who’s screaming now, Erik who can’t break free from that unbelievably strong grip, and why is Mr. Summers’ visor in my hand and why are the cars shaking and straining towards me and oh, God, Charles, if they’ve hurt him I‘ll kill them because it would kill me and then it all goes black and my last thought is please don’t let him be gone because I’ll still be here, why haven’t I died I’m so alone…
In his plastic prison Magneto tosses in his bed as though gripped by the nightmares that won’t leave him alone even when he goes to sleep.