Alex's point of view.

"So what is it exactly?" I asked after Hank finished stumbling over an explanation with a lot of scientific words. Charles was nodding along with him and Ivy was sitting on some kind of hospital bed staring at Hank like she wanted to throttle him. I didn't blame her. She went into a full panic after she moved her bracelet with her own mind, we ran to Charles and Hank and they took a blood sample, which she clearly did not enjoy. A full two hours and three more tests later, we still had no idea how she did it. Hank opened his mouth to start explaining again when Charles cut him off.

"We think you may have an undeveloped form of telekinesis." Charles said simply. Ivy stopped staring at Hank like she was ready to kill him and turned her death glare to Charles instead.

My mind shot back to Magneto and their visit. He was already pretty determined to get Ivy and Sam on his side. I didn't want to think about the measures he might take if he found out their powers were only developing. I looked back to her. A shocked look had spread across her face but was quickly replaced by fear. Whether it was fear of Magneto or of herself, I couldn't tell.

Her hands loosened on the side of the bed while her whole body seemed to deflate of all the tension. Ivy let her eyes fall to the floor, her head hung low so we couldn't really see her face. Her frame seemed crushed by the weight of what had been announced. She looked as if she wanted to say a million different things but her mind was blocked and she couldn't say any of them. I didn't know what to think, what to say to her. I had no idea you could develop more mutations let alone ones that were completely different from your original.

I felt my own sinking feeling settle inside my stomach. Ivy, who was always strong, never took any crap from anyone and certainly never let anyone see any weakness, was crying. Streams of angry tears stained her cheeks and fell onto her jeans from her closed eyes. She's wasn't one to accept defeat or admit to being vulnerable, so I wasn't really surprised when the only thing she did was walk out without saying anything. My heart dropped at the sight of her that broken, something I hadn't seen since she first arrived weeks ago. The volume in the room went down until I could hear Charles and Hank's breathing. I didn't notice my feet moving, walking after her, trying to stop her from being in pain. The longing to go after her was new to me; I had never felt such an intense pull towards someone before. Charles stopped me before I could get too far in going after her or in my thoughts.

"Actually Alex, I think it's best if I talk to her, if you don't mind." He said with a frown stretching over his face.

"Okay, doesn't really make a difference to me." I shrugged, trying to look indifferent and failing miserably in the eyes of Charles. He wheeled out of the room after her and that was the moment Hank decided to interrupt.

"Well, I imagine that she is very upset, probably confused too. I mean it's not every day that…." Hank shut up the minute I gave him a glare that said I wasn't in the mood.

I had my problems with Hank ever since the day I met him. He was a huge bag of nerves that annoyed everyone with no balls to do anything. He would just stutter over his words and never look anyone in the eye. I knew that he was probably a nice guy and I was maybe a bit too harsh with him sometimes. But with no guts to stand up for himself, he had to get it one way or the other. When he turned up to the jet completely blue from head to toe, part of me secretly hoped he would develop some kind of desire to fight with it. Instead he let Raven completely slip through his fingers. I couldn't let that happen to Ivy.

"I'm going to find Banshee." I said just to get away from Hank before I said something I would regret, again.

Ivy's point of view

I couldn't really see much through the film of salt water that was clouding my eyes. My tears were blocking me from sight, protecting me from what I had just heard. I didn't really know where I was going until, after taking three left turns I wound up in the library with someone waiting for me.

It was a strange thing to have someone inside your head. It was as if you had arranged a stack of files about your life in neat rows and a gust of wind blows them all in disarray, letting the whole world see. Charles was sifting through my files now, glancing over them, thinking I couldn't feel it; that invasion of privacy.

"It is true; I rarely am caught on the receiving end of telepathy." He stated.

"How did you get here before I did?" I asked through my pathetic tears. I had forgotten I was crying until that moment. Tears were unnecessary, just a waste of water, a white flag to let someone know they succeeded in hurting you.

"There's a shortcut through the kitchen." Of course there was.

"Why are you afraid of yourself Ivy?" He asked as if he was asking me what I had for breakfast. My instant reaction was to deny what he was saying, to keep up my charade of the girl that could take anything. I soon realised that the tear tracks on my cheeks were going to be pretty hard to argue around.

"When people use all their efforts to stay away from you, you start to wonder why." I shot back at him. He wouldn't understand I knew that. Charles was a leader, a being that everyone seemed to draw to like moths to a flame. I doubt he had ever been alone in his life.

"Not here Ivy, no one fears you here, there is nothing wrong with you." He pleaded to make me see his vision. I thought I could when I arrived here, but now the picture is blurred, not as black and white.

"If there is nothing wrong with me, then why is he following us?" We both knew who I was talking about. That visit was fresh in everyone's minds and put unspoken fear in the air.

"I can't pretend to know why, but I promise I will find out, you will be safe here, I will do upmost to guarantee it." I knew he would try; Charles always would do his best for us. But I knew that he couldn't keep Magneto at bay for ever. He was going to get to us at some point; it was just a matter of when. I felt the most obvious question trying to force its way past my lips, begging for some kind of answer.

"What am I doing here Charles, what's the difference if I am with him or with you." He seemed surprised by my question but not shocked, like he was waiting for me to ask him, he just wanted more time to find an answer. However there was something behind the kind exterior, a secret that he couldn't say just yet. I couldn't find an answer or that secret anywhere and that sent a shock of panic through me. That he either had no idea what I was doing there, or he just wouldn't tell me.

Charles lead me out of the library and back through the kitchen. I was suddenly aware of everything in the room, the cutlery, the pots and pans, the lights and tiles in the floors. The temptation to reach my mind out and lift everything into the air was hard to resist. I had no idea how Charles didn't give in and read our minds every day. It was an odd sensation, like I had a dead led that I had to drag around everywhere, and suddenly the blood was flowing again and I could move. Maybe I could get to know that new part of myself, maybe I didn't have to waste useless tears on it.

"Alex was worried about you." Charles gave me a sideways look. I blushed furiously and looked down. By the very pregnant pause in the room, I knew Charles had found out. I was going to say something, anything, when a huge knock sounded throughout the house coming from the main door. I froze on the spot as did Charles. Banshee was watching television and Sam was out practicing. Alex and Hank were probably killing each other in the lab. So who could be at the door?

Charles and I walked with care towards the door, as if a harsh movement was going to unleash something horrible on us. Charles opened the door with calculated caution to reveal a girl standing behind it. She looked about sixteen with Barbie like blonde hair cropped short and a baby face to match. She was carrying a bulky overnight bag; I was surprised she had even managed to carry it. She looked like the she had all the strength of a matchstick and she had a look of almost smugness when she saw our downright shocked expressions.

"You must be the mutants."

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, holidays and all. So I changed the title and the summary of this story after reading them and realising how bad they were.

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