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A/N: "Hindsight" is the sequel to "Premonition"-before you start reading this, I highly suggestion reading that one first!

Anyways, greetings to hopefully many readers/reviewers from "Premonition"! Hopefully you guys will enjoy "Hindsight" just as much as you guys enjoyed the other one! I hope you like it :)

Chris remembered Victor chasing after them in the car, Brooke saving him and then… blank. Completely blank; like a shiny new piece of paper. He groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows, his body sore and tender all over. He felt like he was tossed around roughly for a while. He didn't open his eyes, trying to make his head stop spinning.

When he did.

"Holy shit," he breathed, looking around like a frightened deer in headlights. Where was he? Where is the crashed car? The road…Victor. Where was Victor? He glanced around nervously, his head looking in every direction. The trees were different, there was dry dirt underneath him and… Victor was nowhere to be seen.

He rubbed his throbbing head, suddenly remembering Brooke. He spun around, kicking up a cloud of dirt when he frantically looked for her. Peering around the very alive tree (he had a feeling it was Heaven), he found her unconscious and laying in the grass. Sweat dribbled down her brow and her face was sickly pale… Chris felt his own pale too.

"Brooke?" he whispered, stepping lightly over to her and pressed his shaking fingers to her cheeks. Burning hot; he pulled them back immediately and tried to wake her up. Unable too, Chris sat down next to her and tried to clear his head.

For a moment, he felt like it was too much. Way too much. He didn't have a clue where they were, where the car, Victor and every other goddamn detail that was here a second ago was, and Brooke was sick. He let his face fall into his hands, sitting there for long moments. Well, only one thing was for sure anymore: he had to find help. Any help; just help for Brooke, for them… getting slowly up, Chris realized something.

He couldn't just leave her here. That's stupid and rude and…

"Money," he whispered, digging into his almost always empty pockets. A few lint balls; that'll get him nothing. He glanced at Brooke's pockets.

Taking a deep breath, trying to gather his courage, he dug into her pockets and found a little bit of money. Hopefully he could find a phone or some type of communication. But still, that didn't help with Brooke's health…

"Crap," he muttered, sitting back down on the ground.

He wasn't taking this too well. He just wanted to be back at his trailer, back at the circus and performing cheap acts to get a few bucks just enough to hopefully get him through the week for food and payment. But Brooke…

He scooted up to the tree, pressing his back against it, stretched his legs and sat there, trying to gather up his thoughts. Same as always; nothing but a jumbled, chaotic mess. Blinking, he sighed and decided to pull Brooke closer. He didn't care if she was sick, if he would get sick or they would get eaten by… whatever could possibly live in the woods before them. He was staying right here; perhaps some nice soul will help them. After hopefully placing Brooke in a bit more comfortable position, Chris allowed himself to bow his head, hanging it unhappily.

What's this?

He twirled the lock of his hair in his fingers. He hadn't had longer hair since… since, for a while! Hair doesn't grow just over night like this. Never like this. He stared at Brooke, realizing it before. Her curls seemed almost wild and everywhere- she normally had her hair under control. It was past her shoulders too; she rarely let that happen also. Chris gulped.

"Brooke, what have we gotten ourselves into?"

xXx

"Professor, have you figured out where they are?" The African-American woman asked, her luscious snowy white hair sitting passed her shoulders. She wore simple clothing but they seemed to fit perfectly with her natural curves.

"Storm, we must allow them some time before…"

The professor stopped talking, his normal calm face pulled into a deep frown. The woman, Storm, shifted behind him nervously; having Professor Xavier frown was never good. She stared at Cerebro as he concentrated slightly on the couple he had found out. One had shifted a moment ago but now had stopped. It was odd.

"What's wrong?"

"One of them has yet to move, Storm. And I believe they are in need of our help before anyone happens to stumble upon them. Could you and Jean go find them? I can get their coordinates for you."

Storm shifted again, staring up at the lit up screen. She couldn't say no to the professor but she didn't have a clue about these people; she didn't know if they were good or bad, friendly or anti-social. Perhaps they actually knew-

"Storm?" Professor Xavier asked, turning to her in his wheelchair.

She shook her head, getting it out of the clouds and said, "Yes Professor. We'll take the Blackbird and find them."

xXx

Chris woke up very hungry, even more sore than last night and just… tired. He realized he was lying on his side and rolled to his right, seeing a still very unconscious Brooke. He felt terribly stupid for not trying to get help yesterday but then again…

He felt her forehead, relieved that she seemed at normal temperature or at least, felt like it. He went back to being flat on his back, blowing his bangs out of the way. It was odd and kind of funny having those again. Anyways, his stomach rumbled. Immediately, he thought about heading back to his trailer to get something to eat then remembered what happened or really, they weren't near his trailer or the circus at all.

Still, his stomach didn't get the hint. It growled angrily and he groaned, clutching it. It felt like years since he's eaten. Still, there's Brooke to worry about…

"Brooke," he whispered, shaking her shoulder.

"Damn it," he swore quietly, getting up and wiping the dirt and grass off his pants after finding another failure to wake her up. She was unconscious, he thinks but there…her eyelashes fluttered! So did his heart. Ignoring the incredibly odd feeling he got around her, Chris decided to venture out onto the road again. There had to be someone near here!

Running a hand through his hair, he climbed out and onto the road, glancing around warily. He was still waiting for Wade or Zero to appear, just ready to kill him and Brooke. Or Victor… a shiver ran down his spine and he shook his head, trying to ignore that morbid thought. No, they're gone- some how, some way.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, taking in the scene around him. A dense woodsy area; thick, spring foliage above him and the sky was a baby blue with few little clouds just floating on by. A beautiful day- if he knew where he was or that Brooke was awake.

Then he heard it.

It was the almost silent sound of a plane. And not any plane he's heard before. He glanced up, blocking the sun out of his eyes and trying to spot the plane. When he did get a glimpse of it, all he could do was…

"Whoa…" he gasped, staring at the black streak that zoomed above him for a moment before disappearing. He blinked and then rubbed his eyes, starting to feel the worry rise in his body.

He was definitely not in Ohio anymore. And perhaps…he glanced up at the sky, wondering where the majestic plane went. Where he came from, planes were noisy; he had to be… out of the country or something…

Feeling uneasy, he snuck back to Brooke. Then his stomach growled again.

"Shut up," he complained, curling in a ball next to Brooke.

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