Hello! Here is chapter 2 and a big thanks goes to Sapphiregamgee for her help in grammer and a few tidbits. Check out her stuff on .

Also I own not the Char.s nor the show nor the mutant concept. I am but a fan writing a fanfic. The plot is mine and Sapphire's joint insanity.

Duo had been running his hands under the water at the bathroom sink when the house shuddered. Scratch that, it shook as if a rocket had stuck. Momentarily forgetting the morning events, he yanked his hands back from the water, placing them around his gun. Duo dropped to a crouch as he waited to hear mobile suits, rounds firing, bearing down on them. After a minute of nothing but his own breathing in his ears, Duo eased up to his full height.

Down the hall he heard muffled voices which his brain registered as Quatre and Trowa. So he wasn't the only one upstairs. Duo moved to open his door, senses on full alert. Stepping into the hall and still feeling nothing out of the ordinary, Duo began to lower his gun.

He froze when a beam of red light shot out of the wall and right past him.

Duo's eyes were wide, and he stood frozen for a moment. Within this moment his brain registered that the light, or beam, or whatever that had been had come out of Trowa's wall. This realization spurred him into action.

"Trowa! Quatre!"

Duo threw the door wide open. There were Quatre and Trowa on the floor. "Are you two alright?" He then noticed the ceiling. "Holy God!! What happened to the roof?!"

Before Quatre could answer, both Heero and Wufei, guns also at the ready, appeared.

"What's going on?" Heero demanded.

Wufei stared at the wall then the ceiling. "Maxwell what did you do?" He asked the braided pilot.

Duo blinked. "Excuse me? Why do you assume I did something?"

Trowa spoke from his position on the floor. "I did that."

Heero frowned at him. "You mean the wall?"

The other teen nodded, eyes shut. "And the ceiling."

Heero glanced up. "Hn."

The five settled into silence each wondering the same thing. Finally Quatre spoke up.

"I think we should get out, before the rest of the roof collapses."

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Heero stared at his hands folded in front of him. The group had gathered in the kitchen. Each had sent a message off to their trainers, hoping to figure out what had happened this morning. The only response they had gotten was from professor J. It had not been overly comforting.

"So what, they knew we were mutated?" Duo asked from his seat across from Heero. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it seems kinda cool, but why now?"

"Cool?" Wufei growled, incredulous.

Ignoring Wufei, Heero looked at his laptop again. "According to J, mutation normally shows up in adolescent years, normally in times of great emotional stress."

Duo snorted. "Would being in a war count?"

Quatre covered an ironic smile. Wufei let out an irritated noise. "This is irrational. Mutations like what we are talking about simply do not exist. Things like that don't just occur out of the blue. There has to be a rational explanation."

Duo frowned thinking about his alarm clock. He had yet to actually tell the rest about it. How did something like that just happen?

Heero stood up. He knew there was only one way to convince certain people of something. When telling them won't work, show them. Going to a drawer, Heero removed a knife from it. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he moved it swiftly across his arm.

"What the hell, Heero!?" Duo cried as he jumped out of chair and over to the Japanese teen, ripping the knife away as a thin trail of blood trekked down Heero's arm. Quatre was up and getting the first aid kit when Heero's voice paused him by speaking.

"No need." Looking over at him, Quatre's eyes widened. Trowa's head was turned towered Heero, though not seeing his hearing was picking up just about everything. Wufei moved over and took Heero's arm in his hand, exposing unmarred skin.

His eyes went wide, staring at an area that now appeared to have never been cut at all. "That's not possible." The Chinese teen stated.

Duo frowned with confusion. He touched the spot where the knife had cut his friend. It wasn't even pink.

"Possible or not, it happened." Heero replied.

Quatre shook his head, a distressed look taking over his face. "What's happing to us?"

Heero wiped the leftover blood off his arm. "I told you that already."

Duo sat back down scratching his head under his braid. "Okay, so Heero heals by himself, which means we will save on medical supplies." Heero shot him an annoyed glare. "Tro has frickin' laser beams coming out of his eyes, which he can't control, but gives us one nice sunroof." Trowa frowned at his friend's description.

Looking over at Quatre, Duo continued. "What strange and phenomenal power did you wake up with?"

The blonde blushed and looked away. However, since nearly everyone else had been exposed, he felt it unfair to make them feel worse. "Um, well, the contents of my room were ah- well...in the air."

Duo nodded. "Cool. All I did was melt my alarm clock." The four other pilots stared at him for a moment. Duo blinked at them. "What?"

Quatre looked at Wufei, who had remained silent during this whole time. "What about you? Did anything happen this morning?" His face and voice showed genuine concern. However, Wufei shook his head and answered negative the same time Heero replied affirmative.

"No."

"Yes."

Wufei threw Heero a dirty look, which Heero returned without flinching. Duo looked up at them curiously. Trowa's head had been fallowing the conversation, even as his ears began to pick up the sounds of shifting wind over the broken roof. Quatre noticed the sky darken outside the window.

Heero faced away from Wufei and looked to the others. "He created a minor wind storm earlier."

"I did not!" Wufei said indignantly. Duo now joined Quatre in looking out the window. Bits of lightning could be seen inside dark clouds, almost as a punctuation to their comrade's denial.

Heero smirked at him. "Before the house shook, you were annoyed. So much so that it caused the weather to change."

A frustrated growl escaped Wufei's mouth. "That doesn't prove anything!"

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

All five teens flinched and ducked at the sound of thunder crashing above them. After a second of silence, within which the sky lightened, Duo whistled. "I think that proves a lot, 'Fei."

Trowa was slowly getting frustrated, not that anyone could tell as he kept his face impassive. He wished he could see what was going on. More than that, the world in pitch black wasn't what he hoped to see forever. How would he pilot Heavyarms now? And how could he help his comrades when he'd just become a liability? Trowa quieted his thoughts and tuned back in to the others.

"Well," Duo was speaking, "We can't stay here. With all the commotion we've caused this morning, I'm surprised Oz isn't breathing down our necks right now."

Heero nodded in agreement. "Our position has been compromised. We should relocate ASAP." The Japanese pilot was already closing his laptop, ready to move out in the next few minutes.

To his left, Trowa frowned. He felt a newly callused hand, one that had recently been taught rough work, come to rest upon his shoulder. He knew it was Quatre.

"I'll guide Heavyarms behind Sandrock." he told his friend gently. "Until we figure out what's happened to your eyes, I'll help you to pilot. Ok?"

Trowa nodded an almost uncharacteristic smile, one that Duo jokingly called the "Quatre's smile", lingering oddly on his face. He wouldn't have expected less from the Arabian pilot, who always wanted everyone to be taken care of.

Wufei had been staring outside since the clouds had cleared. The only thing that was running through his mind was two words: Not. Possible.

Yet he could find no other way to prove the strange happenings of the past two hours. His eyes hardening with resolve, the Chinese teen settled on a decision. When they reached the next safe house, he would contact Master O. He had trained under him long enough; the old man should know something about his 'abilities'. One quick glance at the others told him they all planed to question their trainers, with the expectation of perhaps Heero. After all, his trainer had responded to him right away. Wufei frowned. As if he was waiting for it to happen. Heero was taking this all far too well.....

Duo suddenly stood, the back of his chair hitting Heero. Flashing the annoyed teen a quick grin, Duo began to walk out of the kitchen. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm off to pack and load up Deathscythe. Wouldn't want to forget any more CD's now, would I?" Even Heero gave a quick shudder as they all remembered the way Duo had sulked when he had left one of his favorite CD's behind. It had not been a fun time.

Seeing their expressions, the braided pilot chuckled and flipped his hair over his shoulder. "I thought you'd see it that way." With that he disappeared upstairs, hiding the rest of his roiling feelings behind a mask of cheerful flippancy, as usual.

Quatre gave a sigh then smiled encouragingly at Trowa, though he couldn't see it. "I'm heading up there myself. Want to come?" Trowa nodded before rising to stand next to Quatre. Then, he simply raised his hands in front of him, waiting for Quatre to lead him. Giving an amused grin Quatre took one of his taller friend's hands and placed it on his shoulder, before walking through the doorway, leaving Heero and Wufei with the impression of watching a dog walking its owner.

The two Asian teens stood in the following silence, neither making a move to exit out the door.

"You knew about this." Wufei said, his words a statement, rather than a question. Heero lifted his eyes from the floor to lock onto the onyx ones staring at him.

"I had a feeling it was more than a memory." Heero explained, which really wasn't an explanation at all. Not to Wufei, at least, who scowled at the other pilot.

Heero looked cooly back at him. "It's not anything I enjoy." He fell silent. There was something that was hidden in that silence. Pain and fear. And confusion.

And the knowledge that his healing wasn't the end of it. There was something else, something far more powerful. He just didn't know what.

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