Naomi woke up first, looking around to realise she was now located in was an unfamiliar room. Uncertain fear dwelled for a moment however the weight of an arm around her sent relief through her instead now aware she wasn't alone. Naomi turned to her right to see whose arm was around her; Peter's - who's coat was still wrapped her from last night, she sworn that she'd given it back at some point but obviously not. Getting up without disturbing her sort-of accomplice Naomi threw off Peter's coat from her shoulders to drape it over him as he was still asleep. The younger Mutant examined Peter's room noticing several superbly nerdy posters dotted around the walls, a laptop and a small cupboard but didn't bother to check its contents.
As quietly as possibly Naomi left the room, gently shutting the door behind her, now facing into a hallway that gave an honest 'maze' vibe to it that right now Naomi didn't want to attempt to conquer this time in the morning. Tip-toeing through the never-ending stream of corridors and doors - which all contained the same layout - she was sure she'd wandered in circles after ten minutes in search for her room however on her way managed to bump into Xavier who almost seemed to of been expecting her.
Xavier gave her a questioning look. Naomi stayed quiet but going red in the face becoming completely flustered, unable to say anything coherent. Seconds from running away from embarrassment Naomi was stopped by Xavier who led back to her room. It turned out she was about three doors down from her desired location. Sighing she entered her room without much of a 'Goodbye' Naomi dove into her room to shut out the rest of the world for today.
Peter woke up a few hours later with his trench coat covering most of his body. Peter wondered how he got it back the last he remembered Naomi had it on he then remembered that someone had been curled into him last night as he had woken up for a spilt second. Peter figured it had been Naomi probably unable to sleep he had been the same for the first few days at the school but thanks to Logan he eventually felt at ease in the school and now he viewed it as his home.
It was Monday and although Peter didn't have classes anymore he still assisted teachers and set up experiments. While he was walking to one of the classrooms he bumped in to Xavier with Naomi and ask him to give Naomi a tour of the school as she would be starting soon Peter agreed and started showing Naomi around after she was pried from her room.
Peter started with the kitchen and then moved throughout the school showing her the rec rooms, classrooms and although he was not supposed to show her the underground base where all the X-Men equipment and supplies he even showed her around the forgotten sections of the school and even where he would go if he was having and meltdown and there was no one to help.
Peter had finished Naomi's tour realising Naomi probably had nothing to do so he asked, "Would you like to hang out?"
Naomi was not sure how to take this so questioned "What is there do to around this building"
Peter rambled off with ideas, "Whatever you like there are games in the rec room or tv in your room if you don't want to see anyone. That's what I usually do" He let out a slight laugh after saying that.
Naomi considered her options, it was either awkwardly linger or sit in a game or TV room full of people she didn't know, spend time with Peter who she'd slept in the same bed with one night prior or lock herself away in her room. "I think I'll stick to my room for now. If and when I get classes and start to build my knowledge of the people around me then I'll come out and play games or hang out or whatever. I think alone time works at this second"
"OK, well you know where my room is if you need me" replied Peter.
"Yeah, sure. Listen, don't expect me to be a little bed bug every night. That was a one-time thing. I was lost, and you were vulnerable" Naomi spoke with venom and spite, she didn't open herself up to people not anymore. She'd learned from her mistakes. Naomi walked away to her room and locked the door before Peter could say a word.
Feeling a bit defeated Peter want off to his room thinking he should have just kept his mouth shut, he was also curious as to what caused the complete 180 in Naomi s mood but didn't bother to investigate.
While all this was going on Logan and Xavier were questioning the anti-mutant leader; they didn't learn much except it was large and violent. The activists were currently rounding up Mutants like cattle inside a warehouse where they were getting beaten, killed or worse with most the prime members of the X-Men gone Xavier told Logan to take who he thought could hold their own enough to free the Mutants. Logan called Peter and Storm as they were the only ones in the school who had enough combat skills for this designated mission.
Peter was in his room when his phone went off he heard Logan on the other end with Storm "Get down to the X-Jet as quickly as possible, we have an urgent mission" Peter rushed putting his shoes on, grabbing his cards and anything else he thought he would need and run past all the room including Naomi's but he avoided her and entered the lift to the hanger where Logan and Storm where waiting.
It was not long until they were at the warehouse. Storm summoned up a thick layer of fog with an uncut rumbling of thunder to cover up any form of their arrival. Storm landed the Jet as close as possible. All three came up with a plan; they decided Storm should go in through the roof, Logan would take the front door and Peter would go in the back. It was not long until the fighting broke out which Logan and Storm dealt with while Peter was trying to free the Mutants out the back door however a few Mutant Haters took notice of Peter's meddling.
The activists moved in for the attack, one armed himself with a knife and crept up behind Peter. Logan and Storm were far too busy notice, Peter was still preoccupied with his fellow Mutants until he felt the sheer agony and fire burst through him as the blade impacted his body, being stabbed in the side caused him to drop to the ground. In an act of defence Peter swung, managing to hit the guy square in the face however in the process the blade had been ripped out again, Peter's opponent still had a grip on the handle. Peter struggled to Summon one of his cards from his failing concentration and shaking hands. Dark Magician appeared "Incapacitate, don't kill..."
Dark Magician then used his own magical abilities to fight back. It sensed something was wrong – Peter had been stabbed again, this time in the leg by the same activist – Magician blasted the activist back before vaporising. Peter backed himself against the wall thankfully all the Mutants were now out if danger. He reached for his phone still in extreme pain and called for backup. Logan was there first, seeing all the blood sent him in a panic and shouted for Storm. Both Storm and Wolverine put their arms around Peter, easing him to his feet to escort the captive Mutants to the safety of the X-Jet.
Storm flew the X-jet as fast as it could physically move. Peter was losing a lot of blood, Logan was sitting in the back trying his best to stabilise Peter, attempting to stunt the blood flow however Peter lost consciousness. Logan tried to get him back, but he was fighting a losing battle. It thankfully didn't take long to get back to the school, Storm took Peter to the med bay as she obtained more medical experience. Logan took the Jet back out to drop the Mutants they had saved to hospital to make sure they were properly attended too, their med bay was far too small for all of them, luckily Xavier had connections that wouldn't question the children's abilities. All that was playing on Logan's mind was Peter's condition and if he'd be OK however he also knew Storm would be doing everything in her power same to save their comrade.
The next morning the school was buzzing with rumours of what had happened. Naomi was still in her room but could still hear the students talk "Haven't you heard? Logan, Storm and Peter helped free a bunch of mutants and Peters in med bay"
It was then Naomi heard a knock on her door she opened it to see it was Xavier asking if he could come in Naomi nodded and closed the door behind him. She sat on the edge of her bed as Xavier began to explain the current situation "Peter was on a mission yesterday and he was stabbed twice. He is in a stable condition now, but he is weak due to losing a lot of blood" Xavier gestured for the young Mutant to follow.
At first Naomi didn't know what to say, she stared at Peter's unconscious form, granted she hadn't remembered seeing Peter asleep so this felt alien to her. She wasn't sure why she cared, she practically told him "Piss off, I don't care about you" but now... seeing Peter as he was made her regret every word she threw at him. Having the urge to redeem herself she whispered in a strained tone "I'll stay with him. He'll need someone when he wakes up later"
A few hours later Peter started to come around, unsure of where he was – a sick feeling of Deja Vu settled in his gut. He could feel other presence in the room but didn't have enough energy to ask questions so he just opened his eyes and to his surprise he saw Naomi who was watching over him - in her own way he supposed - her boot clad feet were propped up on the corner edge of his bed, her hands were clasped behind her head while she stared out to nowhere.
Peter tried to move and almost immediately regretted it, feeling all of his injuries extent nearly brought him to tears. "Hey, stop it. I was instructed to tell you to keep still by all means possible. Your stitches are fresh and need time to patch you up. Plus, all of the blood you lost, you're lucky to be alive Detective Magic-Man"
Peter just gazed towards the familiar voice to his right, it took a second to recognise it was Naomi. He looked at her, he was far too tired to respond so he just nodded to let Naomi know he had heard her. "Good, now go back to sleep. We'll continue talking when you're able to" Peter held his hand out and almost instantly went back to sleep. Naomi took the hand and gently squeezed.