By the time they all got back to the Mansion, all of the students had gone to bed which Mystique ordered her team to go do the same. Clara didn't even feel like sleeping as she only changed into PJ's and went back downstairs to the living room. She remembered the nights where she would catch up on the latest gossip while Hank worked on his experiment near her. It was probably the first thing they ever did as friends before they grew content with one another. It almost felt like a lifetime ago when she used to teach for Charles in his mansion.

She wondered what life would've been like if she had just stayed and let Erica grow up in the mansion. Granted, she would've loved being around a bunch of other children and found different people to play with. Clara could see her daughter running behind the kids as they ran laps to warm up. Being four years old, she was naturally energetic so having her mother as a physical fitness teacher would be the best possible thing for her.

Erica has asked once or twice about where her father was, Clara didn't know what to say but just simply that he was away. It always seemed to satisfy her but now she's become even more inquisitive and constantly asked and even wanted a picture of him. It was days like those where she wished she didn't keep her secret for so long.

Just as she sat down, a whooshing sound came in front of her before Peter sat down in front of her. The sudden motion had made her jump as she thought that he was asleep.

Peter only gave her a small smile before quickly leaving and coming back with two beers.

Clara only looked skeptically at him and then at the bottles before she slowly leaned in and picked up the bottle. Peter lounged around across from her before he nonchalantly picked up his own beer and took a sip. Clara did as well, actually embracing the feeling of the alcohol sliding down her throat. Beer isn't really the drink she would go for but after the last couple of days that she's been having, she accepted it. She placed the bottle within her fingertips as she stared down at the brown bottle.

"I didn't know that Charles let's alcohol within these walls" Clara started up.

Peter scoffed, "Nah, these are from the general store one mile out"

"I thought so" Clara raised it up again, "Thanks"

"No problem" Peter shrugged, "Figured that you needed it after the rough couple of days you've been having"

"You have no idea"

"At least you have us" Peter commented.

Clara shrugged, "I'm not so sure about that… sounds like I'm driving people crazy"

"Not as much as I do on a daily basis" Peter cracked.

Peter drank his beer as Clara looked around the room, loving the quietness of the big mansion. It always used to scare her whenever she watched a scary movie alone here. She once tried to watch with Hank but he kept on saying every single logical way there was in a movie. Thinking about how much fun she used to have in the mansion gave her a nostalgic feeling.

"How do you like it here?" Clara asked.

Peter nodded, "It's pretty cool, I'm the oldest one so that means no school, except for the simulations which are so awesome"

Clara smiled, "How are those simulations?"

"The teams good; we have our good days and we have our bads" Peter shrugged, "It all depends on Mystique's talks after our mission. Sometimes she's a drill sergeant and sometimes she'll be… I wouldn't necessarily say nice with her words?"

Clara couldn't help it but let out a light chuckle as she could only imagine what he experiences. Mystique can be quite hard on people and have no idea about it. She noticed as the years go on, the harder Mystique became. Clara felt that was the whole reason why Mystique would be a better leader for the X-Simulations than she ever was.

"Sounds fun" Clara responded.

"When you're on her good side" Peter admitted, "But she cares, was she like that during the Brotherhood?"

"No, when I first met her she had a soft spot for her group" Clara smiled, "Sometimes I got confused every time we went out at how harsh she acted on our raids. It confused me how one woman can flip the switch so easily but that's what I loved about her. It showed that she had a special place for me and everyone else"

"What was it like being in the Brotherhood?" Peter asked.

"Chaos" Clara shook her head, "We always were up to something horrible. Setting things on fire, stealing, making statements. We thought that the rules never applied to us and that we could get away with anything. I guess that was where we had our downfall"

"What happened?"

"We figured out that our President at the time was a mutant as well. He used his powers in the open and someone found out" Clara explained, "One of our brother's overhead the assassination attempt and we all decided to be there to stop it. We thought we got rid of them but we heard the shot before Erik could do something about it"

"And that's why he was arrested"

"Never even gave him a trial" Clara sighed.

She remembered that day, sitting at a diner as she prayed they would say not guilty on the public TV. When they filled him as guilty, everyone in the room cheered and started to hug one another. It was the day that tore her apart as she realized that would be the last time she'd ever seen Erik.

Clara finally asked, "Peter, can I ask something?"

"Go for it!"

"Did you ever tell Erik you were his son?" Clara questioned.

She didn't need an answer, just seeing his face fall told her that he didn't. He looked away slightly and played around with his little bottle. Now it was his turn to become uncomfortable.

Peter cleared his throat, "I tried to a couple of times. Sometimes I felt like he wasn't going to leave without knowing, but each time there seemed to be some sort of wall that prevented me from telling him"

"Why?"

"Because of what he might say" Peter shrugged, "I don't know how he would react whether or not he'd accept me-"

"You're my son?"

Both Peter and Clara looked up to see Erik was standing in the doorway, perfectly in the shadows so at first glance, you would never see him.

"Erik!"

"And you knew?" he turned his attention to Clara.

"I-I um…" Peter turned and looked to Clara but couldn't find a way for her to help him out, "I meant to tell you when Apocalypse took you"

"And what about the four years after that?" Erik questioned in a loud voice.

"Erik" Clara got up, "Now isn't the time to get angry at him"

"Why not?" Erik looked at her, "You denied me of my daughter and he denied me of the truth! Is this some kind of running joke?"

"Of course not!" Clara tried to reason but Erik took a step back.

Erik shook his head, "I would've wanted to know either way, I would've wanted to know the second I had a daughter and the second we built this school, Peter. I can't believe you two"

Clara opened her mouth to say something but Erik turned and walked down the hall as he made the doors slam shut. The sound was so loud that Clara jumped, stunned at so hurt he was. Erik was known to not show too much emotion and these were one of the small times that he did. She looked down to Peter who have cupped his hands over his face, clearly distraught that Erik had found out like that. Clara gave a small sigh as she sat down next to the man and rubbed his back in hopes of consoling him.