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In a little hospital, at Paris, Raven's wound in her leg caused by Erik, was being cured by a young nurse.

"Terrible thing" The nurse said as she was bandaging Raven's leg.

"What is?" Raven asked in a dull voice.

"Being born like that." The nurse answered as she watched in the telly images of the scandal during the Peace Accords, were strange creatures had appeared. One of them, the one that she was watching at that moment was a blue woman.

"Is it?" Raven asked her.

"Can you imagine... Looking in the mirror and seeing that staring back at you?"

Raven had been insecure of herself when she was younger. When she left Xavier's manor she learned to love herself the way she was. But hearing the nurse saying that brought back depressing memories from her younger self.

"Yes, I can."

"Where do you think she comes from? You think she has a family?" Asked the nurse with a lightly marked French accent.

"Yes. She does." Raven answered.

She couldn't stop thinking about Rose. She had left her behind, but she had to escape from Erik.

After being alone again, she realized that the real reason why she had looked for someone to help her find Trask, wasn't because she couldn't do it alone. She did it because she felt so lonely. She had only been with Rose for two days, but even though the other girl had been suffering every second of it, Raven had felt happy after many years.

Now, the only thing she could do was to pray, hoping that Charles had took Rose with her. Hoping that Rose wasn't in Trask Industries in that exact moment.

As soon as she got out of the hospital, she started her mission to find Erik. She needed answers and she found them in the subway of Paris.

"If I see so much as a screw move, I will jam this into your throat." She had been changed into an old poor man, when Erik passed by her, she grabbed him and took him into a telephone cabin. She had a hard plastic stick in his throat.

"How did you find me?"

"You taught me well." She answered.

"It's been a long time since we were this close." He said in a low voice. "I missed you."

"You tried to kill me…

"So the rest of us could live."

"What do you mean?"

Erik explained her as much as he knew about the matter, and how it didn't matter anymore if she was alive, since humans had taken her blood from the street the day of the Peace Accords.

"Whose fault was that?" She asked pushing him away.

"Mine. I've seen their plans. They're creating a weapon. And now they have what they need to take it further. We have to strike now, while we still hold the upper hand…"

"I've seen too many friends die, Erik." She murmured. "I don't want a war. I only want the man who murdered them."

"This is war. What happened to you? Did you lose your way while I was…?"

"I only wanted to know what happened with my friend…" Raven interrupted her, since she already knew the lecture he was about to give her.

"Antonelli?" He asked and Raven nodded. "She's with Charles…I think"

"Goodbye, Erik." That was all she needed.

They had just arrived at Xavier's Mansion. Charles had been carrying Rose in his arms, but as a pain groan came out of his mouth, the unconscious girl was taken from his arms by Logan.

"What happened?" He asked when he saw Hank helping Charles. "Can he walk?"

"He needs his treatment."

Hank disappeared leaving Charles and Logan alone…kind of. Logan was trying to calm down Charles, but the man was getting more paranoid with each second that passed. It was getting to Logan's nerves; besides it didn't help the strange feeling that the redheaded girl in his arms gave him.

"We need your help, Charles." Logan said with a low and serious voice. "Not like this. I need you. We can't find Raven…not without your powers."

But the man Logan was watching in front of him had the same face of an addict and Logan worried when he saw Hank with an extra dose. Charles already had his long sleeve rolled up.

"Charles." Logan murmured.

And he had it right there, the syringe not even a millimeter away of his skin. Logan was watching at him and so was Hank. Charles eyes went from one to another, and finally landed on the girl in Logan's arms. He raised the syringe… and put it down. Charles was a weak and a strong man at the same time. He deeply inhaled and cleared his throat.

"Hank, do me a favor." His voice sounded hoarsely polite. "Would you help me to my study, please?

Minutes later, the team were in front of an abandoned closet.

"Are you sure about this? Hank asked when he opened the closet's door and there, inside of it, was a wheelchair.

"Absolutely not." Charles said.

After Rose was tucked up in a bed, in Charles' bed to be exactly, the men decided to make a visit to Cerebro, but it ended in a catastrophe.

"I'll go check the generator." Hank said before disappearing though Cerebro's entrance.

"It's not the machinery, is it?" Logan asked.

"I can't do this. My mind..." Charles shook his head.

"Yes, you can…"

"It won't take it."

"You're just a little rusty."

"You don't understand. It's not a question of being rusty. I can flip the switches. I can turn the knobs." He put a fist on his head "But my power does not come from here." Then he shook it over his heart "It comes from...And it's broken." He turned in his wheelchair and moved away from the machine "I feel like one of my students. Helpless. It was a mistake coming down here. It was a mistake freeing Erik. This whole thing has been one bloody mistake. I'm sorry, Logan, but they sent back the wrong man."

"You're right. I am. Actually, it was supposed to be you. But I was the only one who could physically make the trip. And, uh... And I don't know how long I've got here. But I do know that a long time ago... actually, a long time from now... I was your most helpless student. And you unlocked my mind." Logan had walked towards Charles and was reclined in both arms of his wheelchair. "You showed me what I was. You showed me what I could be. I don't know how to do that for you." He had Charles too near and he realized that he was just too young. He wasn't but he looked too young, helpless, defenseless... The nearest thing of a son (or daughter) that Logan had had, had been Rogue, but he didn't have to raised her or teach her, at least not him, she just needed protection from him.

The man in front of him needed to be taught, he needed to be raised out of his vicious circle.

"You're right. I don't." Logan only had to remember who had really raised and taught everything Rogue knew. "But I know someone who might…"