This is the sequel to my first X-Men story: Forgotten Memories. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed that story. I hope you enjoy the sequel!

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. Only Morgan.

Morgan POV

Museums. Uh, I hate them.

I had only been to one before and that trip had been a disaster. My orphanage had taken us to our local museum...well, it was more a small building with a few stuffed animals. It had been excruciatingly boring until one of the younger kids had made the mistake of trying to talk to an adult and tell them they were being beaten. All of the older kids knew not to even bother trying to alert someone. The teachers managed to sweet talk anyone who suspected anything.

We had all been beaten that night and that had been the last of our trips.

So when Storm had announced that the school was taking a trip to the museum, I didn't get excited...nor did anyone else. I had hoped in the 10 years since I had been to a museum they might have suddenly become interesting, but as I dragged my feet behind the class, I realised they were as boring as ever.

It has been 2 months since I ran away from the orphanage, found my dad and started studying at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. I couldn't believe how much could change in such a short time. Instead of just dreaming about a dad, I actually had one now. And he loved me, even though he can't remember the woman he made me with. It wasn't his fault though. After being hit with an adamantium bullet, he could only remember the past 17 years of his life. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had accepted me and loved me. It was all I had ever wanted.

During the 2 months we've had together, we'd grown closer than I could have ever imaged. But I suppose a near death experience does draw people together. After dad had rescued me from Magneto's clutches, he had tried being the father he thought I deserved. I appreciated his efforts but I could tell he was still scared at the idea of being a father.

It's been nearly a month since he left to find answers about a past he couldn't remember. He always calls at least 3 times a week to check up on me. It was hard hearing his voice and not being able to hug him. But he would be back…he promised.

I sighed and dug my hands into the pockets of my favourite torn jeans. I needed to stop worrying about when or even if dad was coming back.

I looked around the class and saw most of the kids wearing expressions of boredom as we followed Storm through a maze of stuffed animals and glass cabinets full of old artefacts. I looked over my shoulder and saw my three friends with similar expressions.

"Come on, let's ditch. This is boring," John said as he flicked his lighter open and closed, an annoying habit of his.

"Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's go," I said.

I checked to make sure Storm had her back turned before John, Bobby, Rouge and I ducked behind a large elephant. Bobby and Rouge led the way, with Bobby clutching Rouge's covered hand, while John and I trailed behind.

I watched Rouge walk ahead of me and thought about how much she had changed in 2 months. She still wore clothes that covered much of her skin but they had become tighter and bolder. Her shelf in our room was filled with hair products, makeup and jewellery. But she hadn't just changed on the outside. She had grown into herself. She had become more comfortable and confident. And a much better roommate.

I smiled as I ordered large fries to share while Rouge, Bobby and John found seats. I wondered if Rouge's changes had anything to do with Bobby. Each day they grew closer. I could see the happiness in their eyes when they looked at each other. He was good for her. He liked her for who she was and didn't care that her mutation prevented them from physical contact.

Since Rouge was becoming my best friend, I had gotten to know Bobby well, as they were together so often. He was one of the funniest people I have met and very sweet, especially towards Rouge. He was great to hang out with. And he had let me mimic his mutation and even taught me the basics to it.

And then there was John.

He was best friends with Bobby and thus friends with Rouge and I. I was often left wondering how Bobby and he were such good friends considering how opposite they were. While Bobby was sweet and friendly, John was often sarcastic and cruel to other students. But then sometimes he flipped around and became someone I could actually have an intelligent conversation with. And he too had let me mimic his mutation, though I had only done it because I had mimicked Bobby's and didn't want John to think I didn't want his mutation. Truth was, I didn't care for his mutation. Fire was a destroyer. Nothing good could come from flames.

Bobby and Rouge often went off together, leaving John and I alone. At first I hadn't liked him but he had grown and me. And I on him. Honestly I thought he kind of liked me but I wouldn't go there. He was just a friend.

"Fries?" I asked as I sat down beside John and placed the fries on the table.

"Please," Rouge answered. "I honestly didn't know there was a place on Earth as boring as this museum," Rouge said, nibbling on the end of a chip.

"I know..." Bobby began.

I began tuning out of the conversation as my eyes scanned the crowd. I was surprised at how busy the place was. Mothers rushed by clutching their children's hand, couples gazed up at the flying dinosaurs strung from the ceiling, little kids zipped between the legs of passer-bys. I wondered why people would spend their free time here.

"Dude, can I borrow a light?"

I snapped my head up to see two boys, around our age, standing beside the table. They were both tall, dressed in denim jackets and very similar in looks; narrow noses with high cheekbones and dark curling hair.

I had been too busy watching the crowd to see them approach us. I looked up at the boy closest to my chair to see him staring down my V-neck tee. The guy next to him was giving Rouge a similar look.

"Yeah, they're called boobs," I said in a sarcastic and slow voice. John laughed, as did Rouge and Bobby.

The guy frowned as he moved his eyes from my chest to John.

"Can I borrow a light?" he repeated.

John just laughed and flicked the small silver lighter in his hand. I normally would have told him to just give the guy a light and stop being a jerk but I didn't feel like being nice to the guy still shooting glances at my rack.

"My brother asked you a simple question," the taller one said with annoyance.

"Why you being such a dick?" the other one asked.

"Yeah," the taller one said, "why you being such a dick?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

John laughed again. "Because I can."

"Can I have a light?" the guy repeated slowly but more aggressively.

John looked away from the guy to the small lighter in his hand. He flicked it open and I watched the fire dance in the reflection of his eyes. He was literally fascinated by the element and his lighter. He never went anywhere without that lighter because that was his connection to his mutation. Right now he could only manipulate fire, not create it. Without that lighter, he couldn't use his mutation and he hated that. But with it near, he felt like he was king and it showed.

There had been some animosity between us for a little while as, unlike him, I could create fire. I didn't know why I could when I had only mimicked his mutation. And he couldn't, even though it was his mutation. But only a day after touching him, fire sprang to life in my hands without help. The envy had been clear in his eyes that day and even now sometimes I caught a look of longing and jealousy. I couldn't blame him for feeling that way. Someone had come along, mimicked his mutation and could use it better than him. But to continue our new friendship, he hadn't mentioned it again and I didn't use the mutation in front of him. I didn't use it at all for that matter.

John studied his lighter before he flipped it shut and smirked at the boys. "Sorry, can't help you out pal."

"John, knock it off," Rouge said.

John was too busy chuckling to hear her.

"Why don't you stop showing off?" Bobby asked as he slipped his hand into Rouge's.

John raised his eyebrows. "Oh for her? I can't help it if your girlfriend's getting excited."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "I don't think she's getting excited."

"No one's getting excited," I said sarcastically.

John sighed. "All right, all right. We're just trying to have a good time."

Bobby's tone conveyed his rising anger. "I think you're the only one having a good time."

Boy was that true. No one else got joy out of teasing two random boys. Yet John found it hilarious to laugh and taunt them, a perfect example of why I would never reciprocated his feelings.

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed the lighter from John's hand.

"Hey!" John yelled.

The taller bother smirked as he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it up using John's lighter. The other brother pushed John back as he shot out of his chair and tried to go at the guy.

"That's real cute man," he spat, eyeing the guy over his brother's shoulder.

"What are you gunna do?" he challenged. The guy slipped the cigarette out of his mouth and sent a cloud of smoke towards John. "Suddenly you're not so tough."

Oh bad move. No one goaded John without him retaliating. Sure enough, the moment the guy put the cigarette back in his mouth, the end suddenly sparked. Small flames shot out and caught the sleeve of his jacket. He shrieked, dropped the cigarette and began swatting at the flames. The people around us began yelling.

He tripped over his own feet and crashed to the floor, knocking down a table on the way. John laughed as if he wasn't watching a boy scream in horror. Without thinking about the fact that we were in a crowded room of normal humans, I jumped out of my chair as threw my hand out towards the boy. A blast of arctic wind shot out of my hand. Suddenly a second blast of freezing wind hit the guy's sleeve. I looked over to see Bobby's hand outstretched, having the same idea as I did.

We dropped our hands and watched the guy, with half of his face covered with frost, look at us like we were aliens. And to him and all other humans, we were. The people around us were still screaming but now they were screaming because of us.

I had just begun wondering how the hell we were going to get out of this one when the world around us froze. Literally. All the screams silenced as the frightened humans stopped moving. I looked around wildly, finding Bobby, Rouge and John with similar expressions of confusion. We were the only people still moving.

"Bobby, what did you do?" Rouge asked as she stepped closer to a frozen woman who had been in the middle of a scream.

"I didn't do this," Bobby answered.

Rouge looked to me. "Morgan?"

I shook my head. "I didn't."

"No. I did."

Oh crap.

Where the hell had he come from? He had definitely not been on our school bus.

And we were definitely in trouble. It was one thing to skip out during a school trip to a museum. It was another thing to show everyone in said museum that you were a total freak. Yeah, we were definitely going to pay for this one. Part of me wanted to say it wasn't my fault, that it was John's. But then I remembered he was a friend and no one likes a dibber dobber.

I bit my lip as I watched the Professor glide towards us. While most of me was worrying about the trouble I was about to get into, some small part of my brain was wondering how on earth the Professor had stopped time. His mutation was to do with minds and stuff so how was he stopping time?

A thought bloomed so suddenly in my mind that I was sure the Professor had put it there. He wasn't stopping time. He was stopping the minds of all the humans here. That would explain why the clock on the wall was still ticking and the TV was still playing.

That thought disappeared when the Professor stopped in front of us. I waited, listening to my heart pounding in my ears, for what was to come next.

"And the next time you feel like showing off," he said, "don't."

He directed the words to us all but I could feel them being aimed more so towards John.

None of us spoke. I was a bit embarrassed as I watched every student look at us. I wondered if that was all he was going to say. Surely there was more to come?

"Breaking news."

All eyes flew to the TV on the wall.

"We're live from Washington where there's been an attack in the Oval Office of the White House," the TV reporter said. "Details are still coming in but we have been informed that the President and Vice President were not harmed. Sources say the attack involved one or more mutants."

"I think it's time to leave Professor," Scott said.

"I think you're right."

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