-Genosha-

It was a rather spacious room. A King sized bed against the wall, covered in the finest silk sheets. The bed also had one more object atop it.

The phone began to ring and the object under sheets began to stir. A heavily muscled arm shot out from under the sheet. A clawed hand grasped the phone from the receiver. The phone was then pulled under the sheet.

"What?" the voice questioned.

"Victor, your son is up to something."

Victor let out a low growl, "My son? My son!" Victor shot up his long blonde hair falling over his shoulders, his muscles tensed with rage, and fangs barred for the world to see, "That weak little snot isn't worthy of my name!"

"You listen to me Sabretooth. If that idiot does anything, and I mean anything to my sons or Anna, I will reach into your nose and pull out that hamster on a wheel you call a brain!" the voice exclaimed, "He's employed Bolivar Trask."

"The Sentinel guy?" Victor growled out, "Wait, you said sons, I know you don't mean those Brotherhood punks," he paused in thought, "What… Who did you…"

The voice cut him off, "That is none of your concern, just check on that fool before he makes a mistake."

"Whatever Raven," Victor growled as he hung up the phone. He pulled himself out of bed and walked to his window, pulling open the curtains, and staring out into the dead of night. His eyes glowed as his night vision allowed him to see clearly into the night, "Graydon… shoulda killed you when I had the chance."

-Meanwhile at the X-Mansion-

Wanda sat on the x-couch her arms draped on the back, while Clint sat next to her eyeing the mutants in the room, his hand ready to reach for his bow and quiver.

Logan looked at him; "Try it kid."

In an instant Clint had cocked an arrow into his bow and Logan had unsheathed his claws.

"Sit down Clint," he sat down, heeding Wanda's warning.

Charles cleared his throat, "Why did you attack us today?"

"Since when do we need a reason to attack?" St. john questioned.

Every member of the X-Men stared in shock, "Chuck did Matches' voice come out of her body or did the beer go bad?"

"Listen can we move this along?" Wanda questioned, "John has some things to ask you."

Charles nodded, "Yes by all means proceed."

Wanda shook her head, "Not you," she pointed at Kurt, "You, and Anna."

After several minutes of awkward silence, and the departure of all the other X-Men, the only remaining people left in the living room were St. John, Wanda, Clint, Kurt, and Anna.

"I think I should have left," Clint said trying to get up.

Wanda pulled him back down, "No, you're here for me."

Kurt peeked an eyebrow, "Vat is this all about, Vanda?"

"Well you see mate…" he paused, "Oih doihed, and went to Heaven, where oih read this book about moih mom, and oih discovered who moih old man was… is," he trailed off.

Anna spoke before he could continue, "Get to the point Pyro."

St. John took a deep breath, "Mystique is moih dad."

"Vat!" Kurt exclaimed, "How is zat even possible?"

Wanda shrugged, "Shape-shifter, best if you don't try to over analyze it," she stated calmly.

Anna was the first to start putting things together, "So that would mean ya, and Kurt, and ah, are…" she was quickly silenced.

"Family!" St. John exclaimed as he quickly hugged the two, "Oih missed you goihys, wanna play catch?"

"Christmas just got weird," Kurt stated.

"Get off them you koala hugging psychopath!" Wanda exclaimed taking control of her body. Wanda dragged her body back to the couch.

Anna settled back into the couch, "Whah didn't Mystique tell us about ya?"

Wanda shrugged, "Oih don't think she knew."

Anna peeked an eyebrow, "How could she not know?"

-Several minutes later in Jean's room-

Wanda sat on the edge of Jean's bed, while Jean stood in front of her.

"Hi," Jean said with a smile on her face.

Wanda looked up and met her smile. That smile, it was pure and innocent, it made Wanda melt where she sat, "Hi."

"We haven't talked as often as we used to," she paused, "Who's the boy you brought?" she questioned her with a worried look.

Wanda got up and smiled, she wrapped her arms around the redhead, "Clint, he's my friend," a smirk flittered across her features, "Why? Are you jealous?"

Jean's eyes shot open, "Me? Jealous? Never."

Wanda gave her a light squeeze, "You're in my mind," she smiled into the crook of Jean's neck, "You know everything I know."

There was a knock at the door, "Are ya ready?" Anna's voice called out from behind the door.

Wanda planted a small kiss on Jean's lips and made her way out of the room.

Jean put her fingers to her lips in an attempt to remember her lover's touch. "Not everything," she said solemnly.

-An hour later in the Mayor's Office-

Raven sat behind a large oak desk, she was currently writing out her signature on several important documents and several budget reports.

When a rapping came at her door, "Yes, Sheila?" she questioned.

A young blonde woman's head peeked into the room, "Ms. Darkholme your children are here to see you."

Raven smiled, "Send Lance and the boys in," she said a bit of glee apparent in her voice.

Sheila shook her head, "It's not Lance or the boys, it's Wanda and two other kids," she explained.

Raven thought for a second, "Let them in," she said slightly disappointed. Her eyes quickly shot open as Wanda, Kurt and Anna walked into her office. After a few seconds of silence, Raven regained her composure. She quickly stacked her remaining paperwork and slid it into a drawer. She then eyed each of the teens that were currently occupying her office, "I take it you know."

Anna slammed her hands on the desk, sending several cracks throughout the sturdy piece of oak, "Ah knew, ya knew."

Raven scoffed, "Of course I knew, he's my son," she eyed the desk then her daughter, "You know scare tactics won't work on me, Anna Marie," Anna took a step back.

Wanda stepped forward, "Why didn't you ever tell him?" she questioned, hurt dripping from her words.

Raven sat back into her chair, "I didn't know he survived the fire…" she turned the chair to face the window, "When Magnus brought him here, I knew it was him almost immediately," she smiled, "He has his mother's eyes."

Kurt sat in one of the chairs, "Zat still doesn't explain why you didn't tell him… us."

Raven sighed and turned to face her children, "I tried to help you and your sister, but you ended up hating me," Anna glared at her, "I thought if I simply 'acted' as a surrogate mother, and kept a healthy distance between us, that we could function properly in life," She smiled at her son's host body, "He obviously didn't need me. He found good friends, a place to stay, and a purpose. I couldn't have been happier or more proud of him."

"But then he died," Wanda said barely above a whisper.

Raven stared at the three teens in front of her, "Let me speak to him," she said it as a request instead of a demand.

St. John leaned forward, "Well… mom… dad?" he questioned. He paused for several minutes allowing the occupants of the room to think about what he would do. For as we all know St. John is as famous for his sanity as Todd is for his hygiene… or lack there of. Would he try to fight? Would he burn the whole building to the ground? Or… "Hi," he said with a teary eyed grin, "It's real noihce to meet you."

No anger, no hostility, no regret; just a boy looking at his mother.

Raven smiled, "It's nice to meet you too St. John… son."

-An hour later-

After revealing the truth to her children, Raven decided her mayoral duties were done for the day. After clocking out early she proposed to take her children out for an early dinner. Naturally Kurt and Anna refused; rather Anna grabbed Kurt by the tail away from the invitation. So, Raven and Wanda went to eat without the X-children.

Anna walked down the stair to the sidewalk, "Anna Vait, why couldn't ve eat vith mother?" Kurt questioned as his stomach growled.

Anna spun around and glared at him, "Ah'm not sure she's tellin' us the whole truth just yet, there has to be more," she declared.

"Well you're not getting any answers today," Both teens spun around to see Lance and the rest of the Brotherhood boys standing next to the stoop.

Anna glared at the boys, "Whah are ya here Lance?" she took a fighting position.

Lance shrugged, "Boss lady called, said she wanted her kids escorted to the mansion."

Anna rolled her eyes; "We don't need ya and the rest of the loser-hood to escort us anywhere."

"That so?" Lance chuckled, "Well you see Mystique gave us a job to do, and contrary to popular belief we follow through with our jobs," he took a step forward, "But! Freddy's still pretty sore about you throwing Wolverine-Light at him, kinda ruined his day," He crossed his arms, "Hate to sound like a cliché but we can do this the east way or the hard way."

Freddy punched his open palm, "Please pick the hard way."

Kurt stepped forward, "Aren't you guys late for robbing a gas station?" he questioned, a slight smirk on his face.

"Hey yo, that's defamation of character," Todd leapt in front of him, "I feel the itch to sue," he said mere inches from his face, "Course strangling' you with your own tail sounds fun too."

"Kurt, get away from that boy!" Anna exclaimed, "Ya know he's got fleas, and ya're ninety percent fur," he hands were now firmly planted on her hips.

Pietro put himself in between the southern belle and his green friend, "Why don't you both shut up and let us do our job?"

Anna glared at the speedster, "We don't need ya," she grabbed onto Kurt's arm, "Let's go," and with a 'BAMF' they were gone.

Pietro sighed, "I'll meet you guys at home," he then sped off into the distance.