Anna's face softened considerably upon seeing the state of her love. She tried to close the gap but Hank used his simian agility to place himself in front of the southern belle.

Anna glared at Hank, "The hell are ya doin' Hank? Pietro needs help."

Hank looked sternly at the young woman, "And so will you if you decide to touch him."

Anna's, as well as the rest of the occupants of the room, face shifted into confusion, "And whah's that?"

Hank looked over his shoulder at the blurred speed demon, "Look at him," her eyes grew wide with concern, "He's trapped in supersonic speeds. We can barely see him."

Anna began challenging Hank's strength, "That still don't answer whah ah can't touch him."

Being easily overpowered, Hank ducked under and around her to grab her in a make shift bear hug, "Simple Physics my dear. For example, hypothetically speaking of course, if an object traveling at the speed of sound, that's roughly seven hundred and sixty-nine miles per hour, were to come in contact with something moving, at best, fifteen miles per hour, would result in the latter being obliterated by the faster object," she tried to escape but Hank's leverage proved superior, "Now think about Pietro's powers," her eyes went wide, "He is exponentially faster than the speed of sound."

She finally settled down and Hank let her go, "Then what do we do?"

Hank reached for Charles' pen and a notebook that had been left on the table. He scribbled something down and then showed it to Pietro. Then in the blink of an eye he was gone and so where several more floorboards. Hank carefully began walking down the hall, "We meet him in the lab."

-A few minutes later in the med lab-

Anna, Laura, and Charles' entire staff walked into the room. Hank led the way and smiled at the boy. He was still a blur but he was staring at a mangled stool.

Anna looked at the scene, "What happened?"

Hank smiled, "He tried to sit down."

Ororo stared sheepishly at the teen, "Will he be all right?"

Hank slipped on some gloves and his lab coat, "Of course, I know exactly how to stabilize the boy," he opened a small refrigerator and pulled out a familiar blue sample.

Anna nodded in realization, "And that's how ya plan on doin' it?"

Laura stepped closer to the vials, "What are those going to do to him?" Anna processed Laura's concern.

Hank began scribbling on a notepad and presented it to Pietro, "This little liquid will neutralize any mutant's powers for a short amount of time," Hank held the vial high and began pouring it out, and to everyone's amazement, Pietro was directly under it ingesting every drop, "My theory is that because he remained motionless for so long, 'jumping' into his supersonic speed caused his body to become stuck in that state thus not allowing him to slow down."

Laura peeked an eyebrow at the Doc, "Can you say that in English?"

Logan leaned against the wall, "His transmission's stuck in high gear." Laura nodded in conformation.

Pietro then fell to his knees on the floor; both Anna and Laura were by his side in an instant, "I never… want to… go that fast… again," he spoke gasping for air in between words.

Charles wheeled himself forward, "Pietro tell me what happened tonight? Why were there so many active mutant signatures?"

Pietro slipped the top of his uniform off and let it hang around his waste. He was sweating profusely, his hair was tangled, and he looked exhausted, "Read my mind."

Charles saw the seriousness in the boys eyes and began to concentrate, "I understand, Hank Anna stay with him," he signaled his staff to follow but then paused, "Laura you may stay with the boy as well."

Hank scooped up the boy and placed him on a gurney, "Without his mutation to hold his body together we're going to have to put him on an I.V," he reached for his equipment and immediately got to work, "He's probably dehydrating as we speak," he eyed the girls for a moment, "Can I trust the two of you to watch him instead of keeping at each other's throats?"

Both girls nodded as he ventured to the back of the lab.

Pietro smiled as he looked at the disgruntled woman, "Guess this looks bad huh?"

Anna's face softened at how slowly he spoke, "It's fahne," she leaned in to kiss his forehead but something wasn't right. Her eyes shot open and Pietro passed out.

Laura stared at the fleet-footed teen then back to the Goth, "How did you absorb him?"

Anna began to twitch, "His skin… isn't thick anymore… Dr. McCoy musta made this batch stronger," she paused, "He knows about Piotr… he knows everythin' that happened around him over the last month… who's Sinister?"

As she finished that word, Hank leapt by her side, "What? What did you just say?"

Anna looked at him in shock, "Sinister?"

Hank looked positively ghostly, "A name do you have a name as well?"

Anna thought for a moment, "Essex, the same gah who delivered Jean's babies."

Hank shifted into fury, "That monster delivered the children? Why wasn't I informed?"

Anna shook her head again, "What's the big deal? Pietro blew up his lab."

Hank buried his face into his hands, "It's all making so much sense now," he darted towards the doors, "I have to go," Hank left the girls in an utter state of shock.

Laura turned to Anna, "Since you know everything he knows…" she paused for a moment, "Can you tell me what he thought about that night?"

Anna studied Laura carefully, and with her newfound knowledge she was no longer a threat, "He enjoyed your tahme together…" she trailed off.

Laura looked hopeful, "But?"

Anna sighed, "But he wants meh."

Laura nodded and just stared at the speedster.

-A few minutes later in Charles' Office-

Hank hurried into the room, which was occupied by Logan, Ororo, and Charles.

Hank stared at Charles, "Why wasn't I informed of the doctor that helped Jean with her birth."

Charles looked puzzled; "It seemed irrelevant at the time, what's wrong?"

Hank rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, "Dr. Nathaniel Essex was a colleague, he always spoke of a new race that would reveal itself in the coming years, that race of course was us. And as you know I did what I could to stifle his findings, but he was rather resourceful…" he paused, "Mutant experiments, he would capture low level mutants and augment them, taking samples and seeing just how far their ability could be taken before the body couldn't handle it. He was found out but not before experimenting on himself, turning himself into Mister Sinister."

Charles nodded, "Pietro believes that he's defeated this 'Sinister.' And I believe the boy is correct. Nothing short of Logan's healing ability could ever survive such an intense and focused blast as that," he paused for a moment, "Hank if you would visit the Brotherhood Boarding House, there are a few individuals that need your attention."

Hank nodded and made his way out of the room. Logan stepped forward, "Is the kid really that powerful Chuck?"

Charles sighed, "I'm afraid so. He could very well rival his father in destructive capabilities," he steepled his hands, "Logan go downtown to the sentinel factory, see if you can find anything."

Logan nodded, "An explosion that big musta attracted a lot of attention by now," he made his way out of the room as well.

Ororo stepped forward, "What should our next move be Charles?"

Charles paused for a moment, "We mobilize all three squads."

-Several hours later in the med lab-

Pietro woke up with a jolt. He was now wearing his pajama bottoms again. He wondered how they got a hold of them but then remembered he had them in the duffle bag.

He pulled the I.V. drip out of his arm and slowly got to his feet. He looked around the room and realized he was now alone. His knees wobbled and refused to do his bidding. He stabilized himself against the wall and made his way out of the room.

Once in the hallway he could hear Kurt giving his team orders before they went into the Danger Room. Pietro attempted to use his speed, but he remained slow moving, "What I wouldn't give for my healing factor."

He finally got to the elevator and made his grand escape.

-A few minutes later-

Pietro slipped out of the laundry room, his uniform safely tucked into his duffle bag. He made his way down the hall as quietly as he could but nothing is ever easy for a member of the Brotherhood. His stomach began to growl.

Pietro looked down the hall to the kitchen door, "I've been sucking food for a month, I think it's time for something to chew on."

Pietro slipped into the kitchen, a lot slower than he would have liked, and closed the gap between himself and the fridge. He opened it and immediately began rummaging for something that Kitty hadn't put her personal touch on. After about a minute of sifting he finally found it, a pile of bar-b-q chicken.

He opened the clear plastic wrapping and began devouring a chicken leg. He was so engrossed with eating that he didn't notice the door opening and someone sneaking up behind him.

"Hands up Quicksilver," Pietro turned around to see Samuel Guthrie standing there.

Pietro eyed the country boy, "Well you've done some growing up since last time I saw you."

It was true no longer was Sam a lanky and clumsy teen, he know rivaled St. John in size. His hair was slightly swept back and spiky in the back. Pietro attributed this to his flying abilities, much in the same way his speed swept his own hair back, "You're supposed to be in bed."

"Yeah if Anna caught you with us, she'd kill all three of us," Pietro looked to his side to see Bobby Drake barefoot shirtless and only wearing a pair of cargo shorts. His hair was short and spiky, and he was just as big as Sam.

"Oh it's definitely to late for that."