Disclaimer: I've done this for fourteen chapters! If you haven't 
read'em, ya won't wanna read this. I think by now, you get the idea...

BTW: I'd love to hear about what anyone thought of this series.

Lyrics from:
Heaven's Here on Earth by Tracy Chapman


Crawling Between Heaven and Earth - Epilogue
	Breanna MacLeod
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		And heaven's here on earth
		I've seen spirits
		I've met angels
		I've touched creations beautiful and wonderous
		I've been places where I question all I think I know
		But I believe
		I believe
		I believe this could be heaven



	Looking back, it has been sometime since I last put pen to paper in 
this sort of inner expression. It always seems to put things into 
perspective.
	The recent events of my captivity and my time here at Muir are at once 
both clouded and crystal clear. Some memories I fear I will never 
escape, flashes of these still haunt my dreams. I think I am beginning 
to gain a greater understanding of the torment which Magnus has faced 
for the span of his life, at least some small part of it. I am not so 
naive as to equal my short time imprisoned with his horrific childhood, 
but perhaps the link has also strengthened our perceptions of one 
another, through one another, and so I might grasp what words could not 
before convey.
	I am still unsure of exactly what led to Magnus' state as Joseph, or my 
state as Erik/Magnus/Magneto or whatever I or he wished to be called. 
Whether we truly exchanged and retained pieces of one another, an 
exchange which most definitely led to Onslaught, or whether Onslaught 
was the only occurance and my manifestations as Erik only a mechanism of 
my own psyche, is still unclear. Nina seems to be content with her 
understanding of how our minds, Magnus and myself, were and are 
entertwined. However, even as Piotr has explained his experiences with 
her, and she has explained her understanding to me, I am still left 
wanting a greater grasp of the events. Magnus and I, once metaphorically 
two sides of a coin, are now a sort of psionic Yin and Yang. Even the 
areas of my mind, shut off and closed for sanity's sake, are now fused 
as one with him. It is as though a boundary between two large lakes had 
become transparent, and thin enough for bits of each to seep into the 
other. Awkward as it may have been at first, and as much as we need to 
learn anew about each other, I must admit to being somewhat pleased; my 
oldest friend and one time greatest enemy is now a man who I might call 
brother. I hope that our difficult past might be put aside for the 
future, neither of us is the same as we were. This, of all the results 
of Bastion's efforts and our fight, is the most warming.
	I am also humbled. Seeing all that has happened, and what might still, 
our aspirations are not what they were. I say "our" due to the alliance 
between Magnus and myself. It does not seem enough to dream any longer. 
Perhaps it is time to stop dreaming and begin building.
	But how to build upon such a shaky foundation? While people still 
attempt to uproot us and nature (if Legacy is even remotely natural) 
continues to doggedly pursue us, laying the foundation we will need 
proves difficult. To even begin we need to address these issues. Magnus, 
in surprisingly typical fashion, is set on finding the modern day Hitler 
we know as Bastion. I wish him success in his endeavour, while I embark 
on my own against the disease which threatens us all so much more eerily 
with it's refusal to submit to any rationale. I hope and pray that I may 
not lose one old friend, as I have just regained another, before we are 
through. My work with Moira begins tomorrow.
	Moira... she thinks I should talk with someone, and I think she should 
do the same. We are both hurting, but together we are stronger than 
either alone.
	And then there is Jubilee. This child too has my prayers, though she 
truly has become more and more a young woman since I have known her. 
Again, while Magnus seeks Bastion, our enemy touches us here. If he can 
return victorious...
	But another time. "What should fellows as I do, crawling between earth 
and heaven?" I wish that I knew. I wish that I had the confidence and 
conviction of my youth. I feel a need to do, to act. I have thought too 
much for too long without true action. Or so at least it feels. Good 
night.



					Charles Xavier