Okay, it's been ages since I last updated, I am so sorry but I broke my , chapter 4 is here now, so enjoy and review!

Chapter 4

After a few hours of the loud partying, Adella went back into the rec. room.

"Hey, Addi!" Raven shouted at her from her dancing spot.

"Oh Mon Dieu!" Adella mumbled in French as she took in the rec room. Hank was hanging upside down on the lighting fixture, Raven was dancing, and Angel was flying whilst Alex and Sean were hitting Darwin with chairs.

"Guys! Stop this right now! You're not children; you can't just randomly party and destroy CIA property!" Adella yelled, but no one even listened to her. The blonde shook her head and tried again, this time hank looked at her, but even he didn't stop.

Charles, Erik and Moira chose that moment to walk into the Courtyard.

"What do you think you're doing!" the brunette yelled, catching the attention of the younger mutants, "And who destroyed the statue?"

Someone, Adella thought that it was Hank, mumbled, "It was Alex."

Raven stepped forward, smiling despite being told off and said, "No, Havok. We have to call him Havok now. And we were thinking that you should be Professor X and you should be Magneto" the young blonde smiled, pointing to Charles and Erik in turn.

I looked to the men, curious as to what their expressions would be, Charles looked furious, whilst Erik just looked bored, "Exceptional," the latter said sarcastically before walking off leaving Charles to tell them that he expected more from them.

Adella looked at the kids and noticed that Raven looked as though she was going to cry, "Hey, Raven, it's alright, he'll be over it soon enough, but now we all need to sleep, Ja?"

The young blonde shape shifter nodded before asking quietly, "Addi, could you teach me to play one of your instruments tomorrow?"

After Adella nodded, everyone went to their separate rooms to sleep.

The next day was very quiet so Adella took the opportunity to head into the little courtyard with her violin. Not feeling in the mood for her usual classical music, she decided to play a song that her German grandfather had taught her as a child, 'Die Gedanken sind frei'. She played an introduction to it before singing, "Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten,
sie fliegen vorbei wie nächtliche Schatten.
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jäger erschießen
mit Pulver und Blei: Die Gedanken sind frei!''

She paused and smiled, her grandfather had sung that song a lot during the Nazi regime, 'thoughts are free' as it translated. She brought her bow back against the strings, playing again, but forgetting to sing when she heard a deep distinctly male voice sing quietly, "Ich denke was ich will und was mich beglücket,
doch alles in der Still', und wie es sich schicket.
Mein Wunsch und Begehren kann niemand mir wehren,
es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! (1)''

She looked up towards the voice, surprised that another in the building knew it.

"Erik?" Adella said taking in the dark haired German man.

"Where did you learn that song, Adella?" Erik asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He himself had been taught the song as a small child by his mother who would often sing it to him. He hadn't hear it for more than twenty years.

Adella smiled as though remembering something, "My family and I lived in Germany for a while, we moved there in the late 20s and I was actually born there. Mother, Philip and I got out in 1952. My grandfather was German and would sing it in the night to sooth mine and Philips fears; Nazi Germany was not the best place for different people. Where did you hear it? I know you're German, from Düsseldorf right?" she said softly.

Erik smiled slightly, "Yes my mother taught me it. You know, you and I aren't so different."

Adella thought that it would probably be the best time now to tell him they were. "Actually Erik, We are," she spoke softly, a strange look ghosting over her face. She rolled up the sleeve of her smart cardigan to show six numbers tattooed on her arm. "I was born in the camps, Erik. I only survived because my parents were being experimented on. She could control stone. The sad thing is, it killed my father; The Doctor, if you can call him that, found my father most fascinating, Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect member of the Aryan race had he not married the daughter of a Jew, and couldn't die as far as we knew," she said quietly, reverting to German so none of the other mutants would overhear.

"If he couldn't die, what happened, Del?" Erik asked her softly; truly curious about what had happened to her.

"His other mutation was something to do with the air, I can't really remember, but I know he could turn oxygen into chlorine gas if we were in danger. Doctor Smidtt killed my father's twin brother when he didn't turn the air into fluorine, and it turned out that strong sorrow killed my father," the blonde said as tear ran down her face.

Erik felt her sorrow as the mutant unwillingly seemed to project her emotion, and enveloped the crying woman in his arms.

"Doctor Smidtt, Was his name Klaus?" Erik spoke even softer than before, his face becoming steely when she nodded.

"I understand Del, I truly do; that man killed my mother when I was a child," Erik said, causing Adella to freeze in shock as he released her and walked away.

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Adella walked back to her room, composing herself as she went. It was nearly three o'clock, and Raven would be going there anytime soon if she still wanted to learn an instrument.

By the time the blonde had reached her room and ridden her face of signs of crying, she saw another blonde waiting there for her.

"Oh, Raven, I'm so sorry I wasn't here, I was talking to Erik," Adella explained smiling at the usually hyper young mutant.

"That's fine, Addi. So, What instrument are you going to teach me?" the shape shifter asked as she entered Adella's room. The smile on her face slightly hesitant.

Raven gasped when she entered the room. There were two clarinets on stands, a flute, violin, viola, oboe, cello, trumpet, trombone and saxophone in the room.

"Anything you want Raven, I wouldn't advise the sax though, I only have strength 4 reeds, not good for a beginner," Adella paused for thought, "Actually, I might have 2 reed somewhere, so pick an instrument!" Adella smiled at Raven.

Raven walked over to the violin and picked it up with its bow.

"Can you teach me violin? Charles listens to all this classical music, and the violins all sound so nice!" Raven said to Adella.

With a nod, Adella picked up the violin and began to teach Raven to play it, the two women laughing along the way.

'Die gedanken sind frei', thoughts are free. A German song written in the late 1800s. the two verses I wrote in here translate as:

Thoughts are free, who can guess them
They flee by like nocturnal shadows.
No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them
with powder and lead: Thoughts are free!

I think what I want, and what delights me,
still always reticent, and as it is suitable.
My wish and desire, no one can deny me
and so it will always be: Thoughts are free!

There's that chapter. Please, please review!

Aille x