Another chapter! :D To be honest, I'm actually pretty proud of this one! It's written a little better than thefirst two, and it (hopefully) gets pretty intense again! We're finally back to Janos again, I've missed writing from his P.O.V a lot!

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Warmth. That was the first thing that registered in Janos' mind. He was warm and comfortable, and laying on a soft surface. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this relaxed. He wanted to savour the peace and have it last forever. And then, then it was broken -

Pain. The memory of how much pain he had been in crashed over him in a boiling wave, igniting all his nerves and racing throughout his body like liquid fire. He tried to block it out of his mind, but it just kept coming. Janos gradually became aware of his breathing, which was near panting, so he started to breathe slower and gradually felt the pain fade away. It doesn't hurt as much as it did before, he thought. Actually, nothing does…He tried to concentrate on the different part of his body that he remembered being wounded. Gathering up his strength he managed to twitch a finger and found that his hands - which had been broken - were perfectly fine. He then cast his mind to his back where glass had gotten jammed in – nothing. No pain at all. And finally, his burnt shoulder. There was still pain there, but it was so dull that he hardly noticed it.

What did they do to me? He thought, confused. There's no way my body would heal this much in a few days time… A horrible realisation stuck him, and his heartbeat started to pick up, thumping wildly in his ears. What if it's been a few weeks? A month?! My God, where are Emma and Erik?! Were they rescued in time?!

He shot up in bed, eyes flying open. There was no time to take in the pale but modern-looking hospitable room he was in - moving his leaden body in an attempt to get up, Janos struggled with the sheets tangling around his legs. He had to keep trying to contact Emma. "Emma!" He screamed in his mind, desperately stretching his cry as far as he could, hope that it reached her – wherever she may be." Emma please, where are you? You and Erik – are you both safe?! "

"She's dead."

The stranger's voice startled him badly; Janos froze, his eyes fixated on a dot on the wall in shock. It was…a man that had answered him. And he was saying that Emma was…

"Dead?" Janos choked back. A cold chill settled over his body, like a layer of ice. "You…must be lying. Emma wouldn't die at the hands of those filthy humans – she must around here somewhere! Who are you anyway, being able to answer me as Emma would?!"

"I'm Charles Xavier." The voice was cold and emotionless; nothing like the kind voice Janos remember when he first met the telepath that rivalled Emma's skills. "You're in my house and I want you out. You're one of Erik's men and I want nothing do with you."

"I came here for help," Janos replied, baffled at why Charles was so angry at him. "Emma was in trouble and –"

"She's dead!" Charles snarled back. "I told you that already! She died last month in the experimentation room at a secret base –"

"Last month?!" Janos interrupted, gripping the sheets tightly in shock. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three months," Came the cold reply. "If it were up to me, I would have dumped your bleeding body in a ditch –"

"So Emma was being experimented on for two months, and you did nothing to help her?!"

"I didn't know!" Charles yelled, anger colouring his every word. "She only contacted me within her last moments to ask if you'd made it! Besides," He added with a cruel snarl. "It's your fault in the first place! If you hadn't jumped out of the fucking window and abandoned them, Emma wouldn't be dead and Erik wouldn't be prison for killing the president!"

There was deafening silence between them, and Janos felt a hot tear run down his cheek at Charles' words, knowing in his mind that they were true.

"Get out of my head." Janos snarled coldly; he could barely feel the professor poking around in his memories, but he knew he was there. "Get out!"

Silence. Charles has retreated, leaving Janos feeling completely empty and alone. He flopped numbly back onto the bed, head starting to spin with stress and shock. It's happening all over again, he thought helplessly. I'm in bed injured, and another teammate is dead. Only this time…I'm the only member of the Brotherhood that's alive and free. The only one left…

All that was there to answer his despairing thoughts was the beeping of the heart monitor to his left. Janos squeezed his eyes shut and placed a hand on his stomach. When it met fabric, he opened his eyes and looked down in surprise. I'm wearing someone else's shirt…, he realised for the first time. Gingerly he lifted the covers and peeked under. …and their boxers. Ew.

The door suddenly flew open and two young men burst in, scaring Janos. Without thinking, he brought up his hand and slammed the door shut on their faces with a blast of wind. There was a loud "crack" and a yell that followed.

"What the hell, man!"

"Sorry!" Janos called back in Spanish without thinking that they might not understand him; he got the feeling that they hadn't meant to scare him. "You…you can come in now. I promise I won't do that again."

There was muttering, as if the men were discussing what on earth he'd just said. Then the door swung open again, slower this time. The young men walked carefully in, eyeing him warily. They look…familiar. Janos thought as he watched them take a seat on the pale grey couch that sat next to the door. He suddenly remembered where he'd seen them – they had been there when he had destroyed the giant golf ball. Cerebro, Shaw had told him it was called when he'd ordered Janos to do the deed. He'd done it, of course, but he never forgot how terrified the young men had been of him, others – and Raven – included.

Now they looked older and wiser from the events of the past eight months. He watched as the blond one clutched a bloody nose, while the lanky brown-haired boy was trying to persuade him to look at it because, "It might be broken, Alex, and I don't want it setting wrong!"

"It's not broken Hank," blondy – Alex – grumbled in response. "It just hurts."

"Sorry about that." Both men looked up at him startled as he spoke in English; feeling a little uncomfortable, Janos continued as he pointed at Alex, "Your nose…I didn't mean to –"

"So you can talk!" Alex interrupted, blue eyes bright with interest.

"What?"

Hank shifted and shrugged, somewhat uncomfortably. "We never saw you speak a word during the whole Shaw event," He explained quietly. "The team and I started to rumour that you were a mute."

"Oh…" To his surprise, Janos felt a small smile pull at his lips at their words. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled. "It's not the first time that I've been called a mute, believe me. Shaw just didn't like me to speak in public because he didn't like my slight accent that I carry for Spain. He wanted his speeches and reasons for what was doing to be delivered flawlessly," he finished somewhat bitterly.

"Wow, what a dickhead!" Alex said bluntly.

"Alex!" Hank hissed, hitting his friend's shoulder. "You idiot, we were supposed to keep Janos calm, not insult his former leader!"

Janos couldn't help but laugh at their words. Damn, laughing feels so good! "You're right, he was a dickhead! I was glad that Erik killed him, honestly. It couldn't have come soon enough."

At the mention of Erik's name, the entire situation came crashing back onto Janos. The smile slipped from his face, along with what colour had gathered in his cheeks. He sank back against the fluffy pillows in shame. Emma's dead and Erik's captured… how can I laugh and joke when my leader needs my help?!

"Janos?" Hank called softly; he and Alex seemed worried at his sudden change of mood. "What's bothering you – is it your shoulder?"

Janos shook his head, ashamed as tears helplessly welled up in eyes. From his blurred vision, he watched as Hank and Alex slowly approached him.

"It's Erik," He managed to choke out as tears slipped down his cheeks. "He's in trouble, and I need to rescue him!"