Olivia returned to the mansion even though her father offered her to stay in her old room. There would be some sense of comfort if she stayed. Her room had always been her little sanctuary. The bed was still filled with colorful pillows of various shapes. The shelves filled with books, from business to romance. The posters of her favorite bands over the bed and the pictures she cut out of the magazines still there. Her desk was clean, with only stack of papers and pen on it. Lamp in the corner and besides it a picture. Her mother's dark hair -same color as Olivia's- cascading down her back and over her shoulders as she held the small bundle of blankets. Louisa was smiling with a bright smile, her eyes not on the camera but focused a tiny bit higher, most likely at Olivia's dad. Her mother was so happy, no mutations or illness.

She closed the door to her room, staying there would be nice but she wasn't that child anymore. This was no longer her house. There were the pictures of her family, the cups with chipped tops that she used to wash every Sunday, the old collection of black and white movies, but she was an intruder. Although he memories would stay and she'd always call this place her home, it wasn't. It was a house where she grew up and moved on. Now, it was a place to come during weekends and birthdays. A place where she would bring her children to see their grandfather Frederick and his second wife Margaret.

Xavier's mansion was where she'd stay, much to her dad's dismay. He was worried about her, considering everything she went through, but he needed someone else to help her deal with this. Someone who could understand not because he cared about her, but because he knew what it felt like to be a mutant and different. She'd find that in the mansion. There, she wasn't afraid of Laura or touching someone and hurting them on accident. She wasn't afraid of anything inside those walls. Every child was so unique, but they shared a special connection - mutual understanding. She felt welcomed there. For the first time in her life, she wasn't the weird one out.

The stay in her room was getting boring. She didn't bring much with herself when they had left Illinois, something she regretted right now. Her clothes or the plain walls could barely entertain her mind for long. She should have brought some book.

With a sigh, Olivia lifted her body from the comfortable bed and glanced out through her window. The sun shone especially brightly today, she might give it a try. A walk in the impressive park she had been admiring from her room's view for so long sounded nice, maybe she would meet Mina or one of her friends. They were all friendly and easy to talk to, well, besides Logan. Even after the time they had spent near each other, he was still as intimidating as the day she met him.

Olivia was still only getting used to the place. The halls and framed pictures seemed familiar, but she often found herself wondering where the hall lead, what was behind the corner.

Walking through an especially wide hall, a face she recognized turned the corner, approaching her. Olivia's cheeks reddened instantly for there, right in front of her, stood Warren Worthington.

She gulped nervously as she they got closer to each other. Back then when she was furious for being fired. she didn't think her words through and just spitted out her angry rant at him. Since then, a lot had changed. She insulted him, in his own firm, for something he hadn't done. And to add to her misery, Warren had been anonymously helping her.

Before she could run the other way like a coward, they were next to each other. She felt like slapping herself. Warren looked equally distressed.

Olivia cleared her throat awkwardly. She didn't expect to meet him ever again in her life, but it seemed she had another score to settle.

She was searching for words quickly, however nothing came. How was she supposed to apologize properly for misjudging him so poorly?

She was about to blurt out the first thing that came to her mind, it was better than the thick silence, when she noticed two white things sticking out of his back, few inches over his head.

Olivia frowned, confused at what she saw. Warren noticed her eyes going up, skipping his face, hair and landing on something behind him. He immediately recognized the confused look so many had given him before her.

"It's my wings," he clarified before she had time to wonder. Her eyes widened, her cheeks turning even redder.

The urge to slap herself rose. Of course he was a mutant and while angry, she accused him of hating mutants. This couldn't get any worse.

Her guilt didn't escape his keen eye. Warren gave her a small smile, shrugging. His wings twitched a bit at the movement of his shoulder.

Feeling like it was as good time as any to leave, Warren nodded his head, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he started to walk away. Olivia behind him shut her eyes, berating herself for screwing this up. She counted three and with what little she had left of courage, she spoke up: "Warren, right?"

He faced her again. For a split second she hoped he wouldn't stop and nod as he did. She hoped he would simply go on and spare her some embarrassment. But he stayed and so she dipped into that pit of courage once again.

"I- uh-" Olivia struggled for words. Apologies had never been her strong suit. This... she suddenly realized this was what Margaret must have felt like. Trapped in a situation so similar to hers Olivia understood more than ever. Perspective was a powerful thing.

"I'm sorry, okay?" She took a deep breath. "I was just so angry and you were there... look, I said things I shouldn't have-"

"Miss Tanner," he stopped her with uttermost professionalism, but his eyes conveyed a genuine message, "there is no need to apologize, I understand and you couldn't have known I am one of us." He spread his wings out, not fully, just enough to correspondent with his words.

Olivia didn't argue with him further. He accepted her apology and he didn't blame her. Nobody seemed to blame her for anything and yet she felt guilty.

After they had parted their ways, Olivia aimlessly strolled the mansion. The school was huge. Eventually she stumbled upon a chemistry lab.

Inside, there was a group of kids, a dozen or so, huddled close to the board. Olivia wondered who was the miraculous teacher that got kids to sit so close to the board. Usually, teenagers wanted to be as far from the teacher as possible.

Stepping closer, she saw Hank write another formula on the board. Why it didn't occur to her that it would be him in the chemistry lab, Olivia didn't know.

A smile grazed her features as she watched him explain something to his students. She could see the passion in his eyes as he talked about topics so close to him. Science, she quickly found out, was his expertise. He loved teaching. It was obvious from the way he shined in the front of the class. He talked animatedly, stopping only if he noticed one of his students getting confused. He was caring and patient. His kindness and curiosity must have made him a wonderful teacher. He had a way with kids. This, not only science, was his passion, teaching kids what he knew, making them interested in chemistry and other sciences alike. This mansion was his home and through the eyes of his students, Olivia was getting to know him even better. Observing him when he wasn't aware of her there was educational.

Olivia was enchanted, staring at him as he was pointing at the molecular structures on the board and eagerly explaining. She didn't notice the petite girl with lavender hair appear next to her. The girl could have approached her invisible for all she knew.

"I get what you see in him."

With a start, Olivia noticed Mina by her side. Catching her breath with a hand over her heart, she gave the other girl an ugly look. Scaring her like that wasn't cool. But Mina wasn't looking at her, instead she was staring at Hank just like Olivia few seconds ago. Olivia waited for some sort of explanation.

"When I first came here, man, it was messy," Mina laughed silently, turning her gaze to Olivia,"I couldn't control my mutation at all and I made a mistake of sneaking in while Logan was in charge," Olivia made an understanding expression, that must have been one hell of an entrance.

Mina continued: "Anyways, I grew to like a lot of people here. I found Logan and some really good friends but Hank, he was different. Without him I wouldn't be able to come to term with my mutations. He taught me the control but also to accept myself for who I am."

Olivia wasn't sure where this conversation was aiming. Mina, as if sensing her confusion explained: "What I mean to say, don't make him let this go."

Olivia's brows furrowed. She understood what Mina was implying but she didn't like it one bit. She opened her mouth to protest but Mina didn't let her. "Before you say anything, I don't mean it the bad way. It just that I remember you coming here months ago. Simply said, you weren't impressed."

The girl was bold, Olivia admired that. She saw her point. Back those months ago, she was a different person. She wasn't angry at Mina for speaking her mind when she just wanted to protect her friend and teacher.

"I know," Olivia glanced at Hank, the corner of her mouth twitched in a suppressed smile. She must have been serious for this was a serious matter for Mina. "I would never ask him to leave this behind. I changed, a lot has happened and well, it opened my eyes. Keeping our children here, safe and sound, doesn't sound so bad."

Mina nodded and left her alone. Olivia hoped she satisfied the girl with her answer. She glanced back at Hank for the last time before leaving the hall herself. She had to go think a little about her future. There were few more things which needed to be done.

Not even two full days later, Edna and Norton decided it was time to go back home to Illinois. Hank was understandably sad after hearing the news, but they both healed perfectly and there was no reason to keep them in Xavier's school. He offered to take them himself since they both hated flying. Olivia joined them on their trip. She had to take care of few things back there.

Edna and Norton were sleeping in the backseats of the car while Olivia and Hank shared the front. She was mindlessly staring out of the window, watching the trees pass next to the highway when Hank interrupted her daze. "What are you thinking about?"

She looked at him, the blankness in her eyes not gone, worry taking its place. "Laura," she whispered, not looking him in the eyes.

Hank didn't risk taking his eyes of the road but he put his hand over the one she had resting on her leg. "Don't worry about Laura. You are safe now, she won't come back and police finally has a real picture of her. They are searching in every state. They will find her. There is no way she could hurt anyone ever again."

Olivia squeezed his hand with gratitude. He always chose just the right words to comfort her.