A/N: And another chapter! Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters (the Evans family), nor do I own the Xmen characters (the Professor, Scott, Storm). They belong to JK Rowling and Marvel. I also do not own "London Calling" as that song belongs to The Who.

This chapter is dedicated to my family for educating me to good music from an early age.

~Chapter 2~

Planes are safe. They are held up by magic. There is nothing to worry about. Don't try and understand the mechanics and flaws of travelling through the air at very fast speeds, while currently sitting within one of them.

Lily's panicked mind rumbles through random facts about plane crashes and how best to protect yourself on impact, what sitting position was safest, while also trying to ignore the fact that she really has to pee but she doesn't want to undo her seat belt. That fact that she was flying in a private plane didn't help her nerves. Were they safer than big jets? She read somewhere that smaller planes have more turbulence than bigger planes.

"I hate flying," Lily blurts out, her voice much higher than her normal speaking pitch due to the high altitude. Her body isn't normally this high that's why her voice is abnormally high.

Scott is sitting next to her, gripping the handles of his seat as another set of bumps ripple through the plane. They are sitting in the new and improved plane, and the memory of the plane after its last flight all ripped up and mangled suddenly comes to his mind. Shaking his head, as if to clear this from his thoughts, he turns to Lily.

"Same," he says through gritted teeth. What is making Lily high pitched is making Scott clench and unclench his jaw, his tone of voice a deep monotone compared to Lily's.

Lily looks over at Scott and sees his tense expression and slight green tinge to his face. A memory flashes through Lily's mind so fast it gives her whiplash. Her Father's face masked in the same tight, controlled, somewhat angry expression while sitting on a bus with people crammed all around him. Lily was squished between him and the window, her hand wrapped around her Father's hand in order to comfort him. "Packed in like bloody sardines" he had said that day, squeezing Lily's hand firmly. Lily shakes her head of the memories and looks at her own hand, which had moved on its own accord to wrap around Scott's clenched fist resting on the armrest. She looks back at his face and sees that he has relaxed slightly, and he looks back at her with an appreciative smile. Quickly she looks away.

She had killed the last man who she had comforted in that same way. Was she going to kill Scott too? Was she going to kill the woman with the white hair? The one that she had been briefly informed before boarding the plane is called Storm, who had given her a small smile of comfort at Lily's grief-stricken expression when she met her. Was she going to kill the Professor, who was sitting with his eyes closed in a seat on the other side of the plane? Was she going to use her powers and set the plane on fire, causing the deaths of people on the ground as well as in the plane? How many people would she kill before she was taught to control her powers?

Suddenly Scott's hand struggles free from under Lily's hand. She looks up at him to see concern looking right back at her. She looks down at her hands, instinctively, to see that they are glowing a deep red colour.

"What's happening?" Lily yells, fear clouding her emotions as her hands start to feel very warm.

"You must calm your mind, Lily. Only then will you be able to control your ability." The voice came from within her mind and she glances over at the Professor to see him watching her calmly.

"How?" She asks allowed, frantically trying to think of nothing but failing miserably.

"Lily, focus on your breathing," Scott says, his voice as calm as the Professor's.

"I can't!" Lily says, her hands starting to shake and glow brighter. "Help me," she whimpers, looking up into Scott's face.

"What is your favourite band?" Scott asks.

"The Clash," Lily says without thinking, not understand the relevance.

"Storm, play 'London Calling' on the speakers," Scott says, directing his attention towards the front of the plane where Storm sat, trying to focus on the sky yet worrying about the scared teenager in the back.

After a moment the song starts and Lily focuses on the music.

"London calling..."

The music reminds her of her Father's old record player that used to sit in the living room. He didn't love The Clash, but her Mum did. When her Mum put 'London Calling' on they would all dance around the room singing along to the words as though they were their own. Her Dad and Petunia would use a broom to sing into, while Lily would do air guitar and their Mum the air drums.

"... alike."

As the last note falls from the speakers Lily opens back up to the world, quickly glancing down at her hands to see them perfectly normal. She breathes out deeply. Turning in her seat she sees Scott grinning at her.

"Thank you," she says, her face back to its normal emotionless mask.

"No problem," he replies.

Storm keeps playing music on the plane speakers, obviously in an attempt to keep Lily calm and it is working. Lily closes her eyes and listens to the music, ignoring everything but the sound. Somehow she drifted into an uneasy sleep, her dreams haunted by her memories and Petunia's scornful expression. With a jolt she wakes up. Quickly checking her hands for damage, Lily sees that she is safe for the moment. But as she kept thinking about her dreams the warmer her hands felt.

"You are so wrong! The Who is a timeless band," someone says loudly from the front of the plane.

"Really?" a woman asks.

"Yes!" the original voice responds with vigor.

"Time Warp? Really Scott?" Storm's voice rings out. "I thought you had better taste in music."

Lily listens as the two argue about The Who while some quiet poppy music is playing, probably in an attempt to kept them awake while flying. The plane was level and there was no more turbulence, so Lily quickly undoes her belt buckle and moves along to the plane to the toilets.

After refreshing herself she moves back along the plane to her original seat, but she spots an empty seat next to Scott up the front. Lily walks up to the seat and sits down.

"Hi Lily," Scott says with a smile, offering her a bag of chips.

"Hi," she says as she gratefully grabs a handful of food.

"Leave some for me," Storm says, turning in her seat to smile at Lily good-naturedly.

"You've got the Oreos, pass them over and then you can have some chips," Scott says in a mock bargaining voice, holding out his hand for the Oreos. Storm complies with a mock sad expression.

"You're just going to eat all the Oreos now, aren't you?" she says sadly, sighing dramatically.

"Yep," he replies with relish, as he takes a bite of a cookie. Lily takes one of the Oreos out of the packet and passes it to Storm who grins back at her.

"Thank you Lily, glad to see someone is kind enough to share," Storm says looking pointedly at Scott who is trying to eat two Oreos at once.

"What?" he says, when they both look at him. Storm bursts out laughing at his confused expression. Lily watches as the two of them banter and laugh at one another. It makes her feel more and more like an outsider. They have obviously been friends for a long time and she just feels like she is interrupting.

"I'm going to go back to my seat," she says standing.

"No, stay Lily," Storm says pleadingly, her face encouraging.

"Yeah, please stay?" Scott asks.

"I'm tired," she makes an excuse. Being around people that were so happy made her feel like she was sucking all the fun out of the group. She doesn't belong here.

"Okay, sleep well!" Storm says.

Lily walks back to her original seat, and sinks into it as though she had been standing up for hours. The weight of her powers settled on her back and her neck twinges at the pain. Rubbing her neck Lily settles herself more comfortably in her seat, pushing a button so that it moves into the reclining position. With the soft voices coming from the front of the plane, and the distant sound of music, Lily falls into a dreamless sleep.

The rest of the plane ride was uneventful. Lily read her book mostly, and tried to write a letter to Petunia that had ended with 'London Calling' being played on the speakers. Soon enough they were arriving at Lily's new school.

"The jet is stored below the basketball court," Scott says to Lily as they watch from within the plane, as the students playing basketball stop and move away. She almost smiles as someone accidently drops the ball and it bounces into the empty space where the court had been moments ago.

Lily doesn't really think as she is guided to her new room; the stares of the other students not even registering in her mind. She is too tried from the funeral, the plane trip, and the lack of sleep that she walks the halls in a daze. Scott carries her pitifully small suitcase in one arm and what looks like a shopping bag in the other, as he leads her to her dorm room.

Minutes or hours could have passed as they walked through the mansion to the student dorms, Lily gliding along after Scott. Finally they make it to where Lily is to live. She opens the door Scott pointed at and walks inside, flicking the light switch as she goes. It is a small room, two beds, two desks, two sets of draws and two nightstands. Everything is bare and empty and it gives Lily a sense of relief that she doesn't have to share a room, but also rejection. Did they not want her around anyone else until she could control her powers? Is she that much of a danger?

"Home sweet home," Scott says, interrupting her dreary thoughts. He places her suitcase on the bed closest to the window, somehow knowing that is the one she wanted. He looks at her for a moment, as if expecting her to say something, anything. But only silence and a blank expression meet his gaze. "I'll be off," he says turning to leave. Just as he gets to the door he spins back around. "Almost forgot," he says holding out the shopping bag to Lily. He smiles at her as she takes them from him. "Just some sweets to remind you of home." She opens the bag and emotion swells within her.

"Thank you," she says weakly as she looks down at the bag full of British candy.

"Don't eat them all at once or else Storm will steal them," he replies grinning back at Lily. He leaves the room and Lily takes a seat on her bed. She puts the shopping bag on the nightstand next to her bed and lifts her suitcase onto the floor. Without changing clothes, Lily slips between the sheets of the neatly made bed. As soon as the pillow hits her head she falls into a restless sleep.