A/N: Sorry, this is a little short, and incomplete. Hopefully there will be more Izzy in the next chapter, maybe a new OC that would be dealing with the Scott part of my story. I need to get him in there sometime, he is part of my plot.

There will also be Angsty Nat coming up, or at east a more angsty Nat. And Izzy prolly will get really into herself as soon as she get's to the mansion in a couple of days (story wise). If anyone is wondering what Izzy's gift it is, I'll give you all a clue: marble. Magnira was wondering as well, but that is all I'm telling you. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

And as soon as Magneto wakes up, Nat's fun will truly begin....

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Izzy was snoozing lightly when the car shuddered to a stop. Blinking she sat up straight and looked out the windows. Thick coniferous woods enclosed a small grassy area, and several concrete buildings. The Rest area was only inhabited by several RVs that were silent in the predawn glow.

"I need to make some calls. Feel free to get out and stretch your legs a bit."

McCoy seemed to dismiss Izzy then, reaching his large hands into his suit jacket and searching for something. Izzy assumed it was a cell phone as she swung the door open and slipped out. She didn't need to be offered the chance to escape the awkwardness of her travel more than once.

The chill made Izzy glad for her jacket, and walking towards the little buildings that Izzy assumed were bathrooms, Izzy was also glad for her sneakers. The grass was wet. The bathrooms were standard issue rest stop. Concrete and rarely cleaned. The floor was wet with Izzy didn't know what, and little balls of mushy and dry toilet paper had been stuck to the ceiling, making it look like that bathroom had cut it's self shaving. Maneuvering her way into a stall Izzy touched as little as possible and stared at what greeted her.

Without another thought, Izzy turned around and went to the next stall, trying to repress her gag reflex. The second stall had been victim to some persons grudge against toilet paper. They had stripped the whole roll and dumped it in the toilet bowl, leaving behind a soggy, off-white mess that Izzy really didn't want to ponder.

Shaking her head Izzy peered around the stall divider into the next and final stall. Some unknown traveler had apparently felt the need to take a souvenir from this impressive establishment. Perhaps the experience of relieving their bowels had been so momentous that they had felt it needed a little something to immortalize it, and leave a lasting impression on future patrons. The lack of a toilet seat left all the glorious waste stains for all to see.

Noticing that this was her safest choice, Izzy entered the stall and used her coat sleeve to shut and lock the door. For a long moment she just looked at the toilet, trying to engineer a way to relieve herself without touching anything.

Maybe if she climbed up onto the toilet it's self, and braced a leg on the toilet paper holding thing?

Perhaps…squatting?

*!*

Nat's head throbbed in the silence as her eye slowly opened. She was stiff on the linoleum floor of the clinic, mouth open, lying in a small pool of her own drool.

"Unh," Nat grunted as she quickly sat up and looked around, wiping the drool from her right cheek. Her head swirled, and Nat moved her hand from her cheek to her scalp to search for the cause of pain. On the right side of her head, a couple of inches above her ear was a tender lump the size of an egg, presumably from the fall. God, why was the silence so loud?

Silence! Nat whipped her head t the side and swallowed at the sight of the three bodies that were covered in the cold metallic scent of old blood.

James….that security guard…Mag--

No, that wasn't quite right. Nat looked hard at the body that lay halfway in the door way, difficult to see in the dim light. He was still alive, his blood a sluggish rush along her skin.

"Shit, oh, shit." One hand at her temple, one hand on the ground, Nat crawled the last ten feet to the fallen man and stared down at him. Three vertical slashes across his chest were no longer bleeding, the dried blood dark in the pale moonlight that shone through the window in the back of the room. His face was still, but his pulse was steady. Judging from the amount of blood on the ground, the man should probably be dead, like the security guard and her cousin. Nat bit back a sob, stifling it with her hands. God. James was dead. She had killed her own cousin. Her own blood.

No she could think about that later. It was early in the morning and there were only two people alive in the medical clinic famed for it dispensing of the mutant-x gene cure. One was a former mutant terrorist, the other, herself, a closeted mutant with perhaps one of the most dangerous "gifts" around.

On the bright side, the only two people who seemed to know she was a mutant were either dead now, or seriously injured. By her own hand.

"Shit," Nat scraped a hand through her hair, frantically thinking, trying to come up with a plan of action. It was still dark outside, none knew yet what had happened tonight. She had a truck. She had a cure gun, if it came down to it. Mutant attack, what mutant attack, I don't know anything about that officer, I'm not a mutant…But her prints were all over the gat hut….but they didn't have any reason to suspect her. Except when she showed up at breakfast in a few hours with a concussion and blood under her fingernails…Shit. Nat looked down at the bloody old man in front of her and knew she could never do it. He had killed many, but was Nat really willing to make it three lives that she was responsible for taking?

Third time's the charm…

No, Nat wouldn't leave Magneto here to die, if only to spare her own conscience. Murder was wrong, and she had almost murdered him. It was her duty to do all she could to stop that. Damn.

Nat looked around the room, Exam Room Three. There was some busted cabinets, and all furniture that wasn't attached to the floor looked like the walls had played volleyball with it. Shattered vials littered the floor, making Nat leery of walking through the room, but first things first. Mr. Magneto needed some medical attention. Though Nat knew her Red Cross card proved there was very little she might be able to do for him with it, she needed to try before attempting to drag him out to the Dodge.

Thirty minutes later Nat was roaming the streets outside the clinic, armed with a screw driver, the Dodge's license plates and a heavy sense that she time to escape this mess was running out. Finally she came to a small white car that looked like it might be a likely prospect. Kneeling down at the bumpers Nat was like singing when she saw that the screws were the right size for the screw driver.

Nat made quick work of switching the plates. Hopping into the Dodge, she turned it on and backed it carefully to the edged of the road, the passenger side of the hut, where the bandages and still unconscious Magneto lay. Nat glance at the stereo clock. 2:43. She had maybe two hours until the clinic was discovered. Enough time to get home. If only it were to stay. She couldn't bring the elderly man home, and hope everything would be all hunky dory, though it the back of her min, Nat hoped that she might. But no, she didn't need to bring all of her family into this. While her role in this might be a little opaque, Magneto would be identified in no time. SO that left her to her plan that she was now following, as she drug Magneto out of the hut and managed to hoist his dead weight body into the passenger side of the cab. She was in a sweat when she climbed in herself.

The short drive back to her home was agonizing. She slipped inside and went slowly up to her room, and packed her bags as quietly as she could. Her backpack full of her school stuff. Her laptop bag, a luggage suitcase stuffed full of clothes, her own, and some of her father's clothes, from the storage closet in the hall. With several careful trips, she packed them downstairs and out to the Dodge.

Before heading back for her last two tasks, Nat check on Magneto. He was still out. He seemed less than he had been at the diner, almost pathetic, really, with his sunken cheeks and bloody, skinny body, all covered in bandages.

Nat scoffed darkly at the thought and went back to her house. She filled two reusable shopping bags full of food from the pantry and grabbed some disposable flatware ad dishes to fill a third. The cookie jar shaped like a monkey was her last stop. Reaching in she withdrew a wad of cash, rolled and secured in it's wad by a rubber band.

There was about a thousand dollars, roughly, saved for an emergency by her mother. Knowing that this…mess…crisis…thing was only her own emergency, not her family's Nat knew that this was the blackest sin to top her growing list. Swearing that she would repay it, Nat stuffed in in one of the shopping bags and left her home, to go and give penance for her sins against a devil. But a sin was a sin.

She kept the bags in the cab with her and started the Dodge.

A person's a person, no matter how small…

The thought popped into Nat's head as she drove away, surprising a laugh out of her. Now Dr. Seuss was giving her ethics lessons, via socially awkward fictional elephants. Fabulous.

Smiling despite herself, Nat looked around at her surroundings. The familiar sights that greeted her only served to make her farewell more wrenching. She was a killer. Of her own family. Perhaps her mutation had finally gotten out of control and was to blame. Or perhaps, it was her own desire to be rid of it that had caused this.

The cure gun was still in her pocket.

One look at Magneto and her handiwork stopped that thought in it's tracks.

She could take the cure after she got rid of this problem. She could fix her guilt when she fixed this man, and had time to ponder her other sins more deeply.

Making a mental list of them, her sins, Nat turned her attention to the road and drove.

*!*

"Did you have some issues?"

Izzy stalked by McCoy and opened to car door, a distinctly unhappy look on her face. "I don't wanna talk about it," she replied tersely, her soggy pants leg sloshing and squelching as she climbed back into the car and slammed the door behind her.