"Your mind hurts because you are doing your best to remember your true memories," Charles informed Grace as they sat in the departure lounge of the airport. She sat on a metal mesh chair with Erik to one side of her and Charles to the other side of her.

She was sat on the edge of her seat, looking at Charles whilst Erik reclined in his seat. The metal bender held a newspaper to his eyes, scanning through the daily events as he waited to be called to the plane. He occasionally allowed his eyes to shift to look at Grace, wondering what she was thinking as he did so.

"Everything seems so blurry," Grace complained to Charles. "I can remember parts of what you told me. I can remember...I think...is it Division X?"

"Yes," Charles said; a small smile on his face as he heard the girl. "You're rather impressive, Grace. Not many people can push past mind control."

"Perhaps Emma wasn't that good in the first place," Grace replied with a small shrug.

Shaking his head, Charles looked over her shoulder to glance at Erik. He knew that it had been his story that had made her remember. The sheer emotion had pushed through and won in the end. Erik had been the one to help her.

"No," Charles said. "I think there is more to it than that."

"What?" Grace wondered and Charles stood up, offering her his hand. She took a moment before she held onto it. She allowed Charles to wrap her arm through his. He inclined his head to Erik before he led Grace through the terminal, slowly walking alongside the panes of glass.

"Erik's story seemed to stir something inside of you," Charles informed her. "It is a powerful tale, I cannot deny that. I do not know why it helped, but it did. You listened and he spoke truthfully. He managed to push through your father's lies, but you were willing to believe him."

"It is difficult not to when you see the marks on his skin," Grace replied in a small voice. "Erik is a kind man. He is full of rage and hatred; not that I can blame him."

"Erik is certainly a different kind of man," Charles nodded bluntly. "I do not know what it is he feels for you, but he opened up to you. That is not something that Erik has done to anyone. Erik does not talk of his feelings or the past. Yet you...I do not know..."

"Perhaps he knew it was the only way for me to remember the truth?" Grace suggested. "Although, I do not know why you need the truth from me. I bring nothing to help you."

"You deserve the truth," Charles assured her with a small nod. He didn't want to tell her about his theory just yet. He had plenty of time for that to happen. "Anyway, you are safe now. I doubt your father will attempt anything again. He sees that he cannot manipulate you to do his bidding."

"Will the pain of it ever stop?" Grace suddenly wondered. "I look at Erik and I feel for him. I truly do."

"Erik does not hold you responsible for your father's actions," Charles assured her. "I believe he finds you a fascinating young woman ."

Grace allowed a short laugh to escape as she looked down to see the clothes she wore. Shaking her head at him, she pulled at the skirt to her pink dress.

"I'm a waitress with a psychotic father," she reminded Charles. "I doubt anyone would find that fascinating."

Charles allowed Grace to move off from his hold. She slowly sauntered over to look at the board above, informing them of what time flights were coming and leaving. Charles sighed and watched her, wondering how long it would be before Shaw made his first move. He could only hope that it would be a while. He still had a lot of work and persuasion to do.

Grace kept quiet as they queued to board the plane. She walked slowly by Charles's side; Erik loitering behind them as they went. She took her seat next to the metal bender as Charles sat a few rows away from them.

"You've been quiet for the journey," Grace suddenly commented as she fastened her seat belt and looked out of the window of the plane.

Erik turned his gaze to her as he placed his hands on the armrests and laced his fingers together. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, willing for some sleep to come and find him.

"I didn't realise I had to speak," Erik replied, not too sure how he should take Grace. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, but he didn't want to bring up his past again. He'd told her once. Once was enough. Erik considered it to be more than enough.

"It is a few hours to Virginia," Grace reminded him.

"Plenty of time for sleep then," Erik informed her.

Shrugging, she looked out the window for a moment, biting down on her lip as she vaguely remembered an argument she'd had with Erik over driving. She turned her eyes back to him and he finally looked at her.

"I feel as though I should apologise," she told him, "but I have a feeling you'd tell me not to bother."

Erik's lips rose slightly as he heard her speak. He watched her nervously tuck her hair behind her ear before he felt the plane jolt forwards. Grace startled for a moment and turned to look out the window, watching as the plane was slowly taxied to the runway.

"You don't need to apologise anymore," Erik said to her. "Like I've said before; you're not Schmidt."

"I guess not," Grace said, evidentially distracted by the movement of the plane.

That was when she moved her hand to the armrest, needing something to grip onto. Her fingers came into contact with Erik's hand and the metal bender stiffened. She was clearly too distracted to notice that she had hit his hand.

"I didn't know you were a nervous flyer," Erik informed her, his thumb slowly brushing against her skin in a feeble attempt to soothe her. "You seemed fine on the way to Argentina."

"I had more things to worry about then," Grace said. "Some psychopathic mutant had just kidnapped me. You were too busy back then anyway."

Her eyes remained fixed on the window and Erik wondered why she would torment herself further. He took another moment before he spoke after gulping loudly.

"And on the way to Virginia last time?"

"I don't remember that time," Grace whispered to him.

"Then why do you insist on looking out the window?" wondered Erik as he kept quiet for a few moments. "Surely it makes you more nervous."

"It makes me more nervous not to look," Grace admitted. "I don't know why...I...the last time I flew there was this brunette...she...I think she held my hand. I can't remember."

"Was she called Raven?" wondered Erik.

"Sounds familiar," Grace admitted and she finally felt Erik's thumb brushing against her skin. She looked down and Erik ceased to soothe her. He kept his hand underneath hers and she made no effort to move her hand. She didn't know why. She doubted he needed to babysit her on a simple flight.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean...well...you know..." she blabbered.

Rolling his eyes, Erik moved his hand and slowly moved his fingers around hers. The last thing he needed was a nervous flyer with him. It would do him no good, and it would simply end up annoying him. He could see a small blush fill Grace's cheeks as she turned to look back out of the window, doing her best to hide the redness.

The plane finally moved into the air and Grace loosened up slightly, only gripping Erik's hand when the plane jolted around slightly.

"You do know that I control metal, don't you?" Erik checked with Grace, his voice low and soft. "Nothing will happen."

"That still doesn't make it any easier," Grace replied in a mutter. "That means that something has to happen."

"Worth a shot," Erik replied. "Nothing is dangerous. Planes are statistically safer than any other mode of transport."

"That may be true," Grace agreed as the plane began to level out. "However, I do feel a lot safer on the ground and driving. Although I haven't drove in a while."

"Well, I assume you'll be safe now," Erik replied.

Grace peeled her hand from Erik's and nodded softly. "I'm going to go and use the bathroom." She informed him. Erik moved from his seat and allowed her to pass by and move down the plane. He remained sat where he was, watching as a tall man followed her to the small queue for the lavatory.

"How are you faring?"

Erik jumped as he heard Charles speak to him. The telepath bent down by his seat and looked down the corridor to where Grace stood.

"Better than her," Erik commented. "I didn't know she was a nervous flyer. You could have sat with her if that was the case."

"I think you had it covered. Holding her hand was very pleasant," Charles admitted to his friend.

"How did you know that?" Erik complained; his brow arched as he saw Grace speak to the man who stood behind her. He was leaning down and whispering in her ear.

"I'm not blind," Charles said, his attention then fully turning back to Grace as she rested her back against the wall and waited for the bathroom to become free then. The man was still leering over her. "Do you think she's in trouble?"

"She can handle herself," Erik replied.

"Yes, but he doesn't look friendly, does he?" Charles said. "Not a pleasant chap at all."

They watched as Grace snuck into the bathroom and the man dropped his hands to his hips, a look of exasperation on his face as he waited patiently for Grace to come back out. She finally exited and the man took hold of her wrist and whispered something to her again.

"Okay, this is not right," Charles said as Grace finally snatched her wrist from the man. The two men remained seated before their eyes widened as they saw the man slap Grace's backside. The waitress jumped back as he headed into the bathroom and she glowered for a moment.

"Did you see that guy?" Grace snarled as soon as she stood by Charles and Erik. "Genuinely, I've never met such a creep before!"

"Yes," Charles agreed. "What did he want?"

"What do you think he wanted?" Erik replied, knowing full well that Charles could be dense sometimes. "A man and a woman in a bathroom. Do I need to spell it out, Charles?"

"Not at all," Charles shook his head. "Are you alright, Grace?"

"Fine," Grace said, turning to look behind her to check that he wasn't moving back down the aisle. "What a creep."

Erik shrugged out of his leather jacket and handed it to her. Grace took it from his hands and slowly slid her arms into it. She allowed the material to bury her as Erik stood up and placed his hand on the small of her back to move her to her seat.

"You should go back to your seat, Charles," Erik said. "You're blocking the aisle."

"Yes," Charles said. "I shall be back later."

Charles left the pair of them alone before Erik saw the bathroom door open. He narrowed his gaze and slowly moved his hand out and flicked his wrist. He watched as the bathroom door flung back in the man's face and pushed him back into the lavatory.

"Did you do that?" Grace checked with Erik as she heard a scream and people looked to the bathroom. He came stumbling out, his hand holding his blooded nose as an air hostess fussed around him.

"Not at all," Erik smirked as Grace leant across his body to look down the aisle at the sight she saw. A small laugh escaped her as she rested a hand against his kneecap. Erik watched as her hair fell down her face and she stifled a laugh before leaning back in her seat.

Erik looked back to her as she placed a hand over her mouth and laughed at what she had just seen. "I cannot believe you did that."

"Well, there are some perks to being different," Erik mumbled and Grace leant further back in her seat. She pulled his leather jacket tightly around her body and rolled her head to the side before smiling gently to Erik.

She said nothing to him and he said nothing to her, not too sure what he should say. He kept quiet and watched as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep on the flight.

...

Emma didn't know what to tell Sebastian. She knew that his plan was coming together now that he thought he had his daughter hidden away in California. But now the mutants had gone to find her again. And Emma didn't know why. She had no idea why they had done it. She just knew that she didn't want to be the one to tell Sebastian.

She supposed she didn't really have a choice at the end of the day. It was up to her to be the bearer of bad news.

"My dear," Sebastian spoke when he saw her walking towards him, a glass of scotch in her hands.

"We need to talk," she informed him. "Your daughter has gone back with the telepath."

Sebastian allowed his eyes to widen as he heard the news come to him. He ground his teeth together and snatched the scotch from her hands, draining it all in one.

"I thought you'd kept her mind secure," Sebastian drawled out to her. "I told you to do this one thing."

"And I don't know how they undid it," Emma said. "She's currently sat on a plane with Erik. He's...well...she doesn't seem to mind his company. I think her memories came back to her. My powers aren't flawless, especially when there is another telepath working against me."

"It doesn't matter," Sebastian said. "If they're planning on recruiting more mutants then I will make my move then. I will make my move and bring her back then; regardless of whether she wants to come or not."

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A/N: Not much action, but some bonding time! Anyway, thanks to musicluver246, I'llAlwaysBeInEdwardsColdArms and RosePhin for reviewing. Thanks to anyone following and I do hope you'll let me know what you think so far!