Last updated: Feb. 7th 2016

I sat outside the professors office, laying in a rather ungraceful manor on a chair in the corridor.

Don't ask me how I did it, but I had managed to find a green rubber ball on our trip up here and I was tossing it at the intersection of the wall and ceiling and catching it. I had always seemed to have a knack for finding the stupidest things in the most mundane places and boy was I glad I had that ability now.

A couple of kids had walked by, giving me a curious look which read more like a 'what the hell?' look.

"Yeah, yeah, just keep goin'" I said hurling the ball above their heads and catching it when it came back. They gave me a weird look, but they kept going. There were no questions that need to be asked when a person is seen tossing a bouncy ball all alone whilst sprawled on a couch- chair- thing in a hallway.

Every once in awhile I would hear small snippets or phrases from the other room, but for the most part I was bored out of my mind... a common theme that I've found myself in recently.

Just as I tossed my ball again the door opened and Peter shot his hand up and caught it. I narrowed my eyes at the silvery haired fun-ruiner and he just smiled.

"Your turn" He said, and I looked surprised.

"My turn?" I asked as I pointed at myself and he rolled his eyes at me as my answer. What on earth could I say or know that could help with this situation?

Without anymore questions I stood up and waltzed into Charles's office. "You wanted me?" I asked standing there rocking back and forth on my feet.

"Your sister is in Arizona." He told me rather abruptly.

I blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, but why is my sister on the other side of the country?" I asked, slightly stunned by this. "Is she safe?" I added as my heart rate started to pick up a bit.

"Lorna, among with countless other mutant children whose mutations have not manifested yet have been 'relocated' there." He explained watching me carefully to monitor my reaction.

The thing about family is that you have a moral obligation to them. I've never been that close to my sister to the point of dropping everything and sprinting to Arizona from here, but I can say that I do care about her. She's only 11 and she doesn't know all of the evils of the world yet. I didn't particularly want her to know them anytime soon either.

The reason I did drop everything when I first found out she was gone is because of the fact that my parents let it happen. You see, I don't like it when people don't follow rules... Set in stone or just implied, rules are rules and the number one rule of parenting is to protect your kids. You can say she was kidnapped, but I know my parents. They most likely let it happen on purpose.

"The reason I called you in is because I need you to decide what to do." Charles went on. "I have faith in you. You are not the only one effected by this, not in the slightest, but you've done well in training and your classes and I'm willing to let you take this one." He said and I lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Really?" I asked, inwardly doing a happy dance. I felt a bit anxious to go already.

"Really" he confirmed smiling at my enthusiasm. As I turned to go he stopped me. "Trust, Dane" he said "don't forget about trust." I nodded still smiling and walked out to find a rather entranced looking Peter.

"Where'd you find this anyway?" he asked holding up my ball.

"Somewhere on the staircase" I said before I snatched it from his grip and tossed it as hard as I could down the hallway which prompted Peter to go all speedy on me and catch it in the blink of an eye and appear next to me with an accompanying gust of wind.

"Road trip?" he asked, balancing up on his toes in an anticipating manor with a big old stupid grin plastered on his face that was uncannily similar to the one I had just moments ago.

I started to walk past him, reaching up and ruffling his silvery locks as I did. "You bet" I said folding my hands into the pockets on my sweater.

Although I was no SHIELD agent, I still felt like I had permission to feel thoroughly badass. Unfortunately it didn't mean that I put on a black suit and tie and tossed on a pair of sunglasses... it only meant the sunglasses part which Peter ended up stealing right off of my face whilst I was driving somewhere on route 70 heading west almost getting us out of Ohio.

"So what was the deal with your mom back there?" I asked now that I had him in an enclosed space and he couldn't bail on me.

The ghost of a smile that always seemed to adorn his face vanished instantaneously and I knew I had hit a nerve.

"Legal issues." He said after being sure to squeeze in a silence. It was more like a guilt filled silence and it lasted a solid minute.

I was used to that answer by now. Police and related officials constantly showed up at Peter's door and yet, they'd never actually done anything beyond give a reprimand to a crime they weren't even sure he had committed. This however, wasn't the same ordeal.

"How so?" I asked taking the bait to the 'use a small worded answer so you need to ask questions' ploy that he was using.

He looked apprehensive about telling me, but he told me anyway. "My mom got called in to a police interrogation." It really hurt to see him so sullen, it wasn't normal for him.

"What for?!" I asked, astounded, nearly slamming the breaks.

"Jesus Josephine, aren't you a certified driver?" He asked as a reaction to me nearly loosing my cool on the road.

"I do have my freaking license, now don't change the subject. You said your mom was interrogated?... Why!" I asked shooting him a quick look.

"The government found out her previous relation to this guy." He said and I narrowed my eyes again because now I needed to ask just who this guy was.

"Do elaborate... who is this guy." I said adding a touch of annoyance to my voice.

"My dad" he said. watching me carefully for my reaction.

Now it was time for me to pull off the road. When I did I looked at him with what was probably a really stupid gape on my face.

"Your dad? holy shi- what the hell kind of a person is he to get your mom interrogated?" I demanded, turning in my seat so I could look at him properly.

"Not the best obviously. But that's all besides the point, apparently we've met." His inflection dripping with dry humor. "And we'll definitely be meeting again shortly."

A/N: hey guys! I'm soooooooooo sorry for the wait! But my excuse is because I wrote this chapter on a beach in Hawaii! I love you guys so much! thanks for the reviews and follows! you all are so cool!

Oh and I know this chapter kinda sucks but it is what it is :)

Question time! Would you join the brotherhood and fight for mutant rights or join the x-men and fight for what they think is right?

I would go x-men but I appreciate the brotherhoods intent at times.