Many years ago, you were one of the first mutants to join the young Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr. They taught you to be who you are, to not be afraid of your gifts, to move forward with your head held high. Erik... Erik was special to you. Your lover. He saw in you not only strength but also beauty, and he loved you whole, flaws and all. You both believed that this world was meant for the two of you, that it would always be this way.

But one day, the time came to choose. And you didn't choose Erik... More precisely, you didn't choose Magneto.

Following his path meant walking on the corpses of your brothers and sisters, mutant and human. You understood this perfectly. He understood it perfectly...

Former lovers are now enemies. But how cruel fate can be in its ironies.

Charles died. It's been a difficult time for all of you, and as if all the problems weren't enough, Magneto himself suddenly appeared in Charles Xavier's office, holding a letter. A will.

Charles Xavier has left me everything he owns. Including you. My X-Men.

He gave you a fleeting, appraising glance.

Two weeks have passed since then. Life went on, no matter how difficult it was, and it seemed the boys had accepted the new rules. Erik himself was handling his position as the X-Men's leader well, having proven Charles right more than once.

Yet there was still a strange tension between you: you would either kill each other or drag each other to bed.

Early morning, you're standing in the kitchen, making coffee for yourself. You reach for a teaspoon, when suddenly it flies up, pouring sugar into your cup.

Two spoons. So it's not too sweet, but not too bitter. I remember.

A steely voice is heard behind you. Eric stands, leaning his shoulder against the wall, smiling, looking at your back.

Yes, he was going to get your relationship back.