I honestly don't know why I wrote this...


"You need to get out of my face." Blair pulled her hands up to her face. "I don't...I can't."

"Blair, you're overreacting. Come on." Kyle, her older brother, reached out to her. "I'm fine. Look."

"Yes, but I'm not fine." She slid deeper under her bed. "You saw what happened."

"We all saw." Kelly's accent seemed thicker when she was irritated. "You got hit in the head with a bottle."

"And the other dude got knocked out!" Blair cried. "How do you explain that?"

"A fluke?" Kyle shrugged. "He was drunk."

"Drunk people don't get knocked out when they hit people over the head with a glass bottle!" Blair snapped.

"Blair, what happened, happened. That doesn't mean nothing." Kyle sat down next to the bed in the hotel room. The sun was rising. They had been up all night. Not that it was her fault; Kyle had gotten them into a bar fight. "So come out from under the bed, please."

"No. He hit me over the head with a bottle and I don't even have an open wound." She cried.

"You have to admit, Kyle. That was kind of weird." Kelly added. "He smacked her upside her head and she only bled for two minutes. Then it stopped."

"Yeah, I know. I saw, I even knocked his ass out." Kyle raised his fist with a confident smirk on his face.

"You couldn't have knocked 'em out." Kelly waved her hand at the bed. "The fool was knocked out before you would even swing your bloody fist."

Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Just...go wait in your rooms." Blair ordered. "I'll be here."

"Under the bed the whole time?" Kelly placed her hands on her hips. "Get out from under the damn bed. We have practice in an hour."

"I'm not going to that until I find out what's wrong with me." Blair shuffled under the bed.

"How the hell do you plan on doing that if you're here under the bed?" Kyle lifted up the bed skirt to see his sister.

"I don't know. Just...leave me alone." She muttered.

"She still under there?" Dick slammed the door to the hotel room shut as he and Roy came in. Dick pulled his coat off. "You're such a Drama Queen, Blair. It was an accident."

"You weren't even there." Blair snapped. "Neither were you, Roy. So shut up."

"I didn't even say anything." Roy whined.

"Then don't say anything." Blair warned. "Just…just leave me alone, guys!"

"No, Blair." Kyle sighed. "Just come out. We'll talk."

Blair whined once more but crawled out from under the bed. "Talk about what?"

A knock came from the door. Dick motioned to get it.

"We'll talk about what really happened, okay?" Kyle reached for her hand and pulled her up form the floor. "So we can help you."

"Actually," Dick awkwardly re-entered the room. "There's someone here who says he can help with her…problem."

"Problem? Being a mutant isn't a problem." Blair didn't see his face, she was too busy staring at the giant white wings that were currently tucked behind the man's back. "I'm Angel. You must be Blair Montoya."


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