Amnesia was placing the finishing touches on her plan. Unaware that on the other side of the world Jordan had just witnessed the rebirth of Apocalypse.

Chapter 28-He's no Angel

"Jordan!" Kurt cried as he teleported onto the balcony.

Jordan couldn't help but jump. Moments ago he had been down the hall in Professor's office and Jordan could feel his concern and worry grow, then he just popped right in. "What's up, Kurt?" Jordan gasped, gripping the railing of the balcony as her heart thudded in her ears. She hadn't been feeling well at all since they got back from Tibet two weeks ago and Kurt's surprise teleport wasn't making her feel better.

"Professor…he…he gave my mother away. To the Brotherhood." He said, disgusted and depressed. Jordan closed her eyes and pulled him into a hug. Mystique had never been a real mother to Kurt, but finding her had helped fill a void. And since she was turned into a statue while they were trying to keep Apocalypse from being resurrected he had been spending a lot of time with her. "Professor said there is no way to save her…she's…just stone."

"I'm sorry, Kurt." Jordan said thickly, not sure what else she could say. Mystique had tried to kill them, destroyed their home, and played them for fools. She had a hard time understanding how Kurt could feel so much for a mother he never knew and an enemy like her. "I'm sorry."

Jordan went downstairs, and outside to see Rogue. Kurt had told her he was going to speak to her, and Jordan felt that it didn't go over well for either. "Hey, Rogue. Can we talk?" Jordan asked softly.

"About what?" Rogue snapped.

Jordan closed her eyes, feeling more of Rogue's pain than she really wanted to. "I don't know, with everything going on I can barely think straight. But I wanted to talk to you."

Rogue's face softened, and they walked to the fountain. "Why does Kurt even care about Mystique? After everything she has done?"

"I don't know." Jordan said softly.

"Honestly, do you want her around here?"

"All I know is that I want it to stop." Jordan said, gripping the side of the fountain as her head started spinning.

Rogue placed a hand on Jordan's shoulder, "You don't look too good, Jordan."

Jordan looked to her friend, "I don't feel so good, either. I think I'm going to go back inside. I hope you feel better, Rogue."

Rogue nodded, "You too."

Jordan laid down on her bed, not tired but feeling worn out. "Jordan?"

"Yeah, Prof?"

"You seem very strained. Do you care to share?"

"I thought it was just the stress around the mansion, but I think I have a fever. Maybe it's the flu?"

"Really?" Professor Xavier said softly, wheeling his chair to the side of her bed and placing a cool hand on her forehead. "Hm, no you don't have a fever. You've been carrying the emotions from everyone in the house, you just need to rest and close off your mind to them. Perhaps…"

"You dare bring that thing back into this house!?" Rogue screamed from down the hall. Jordan sat up fast, feeling Rogue's anger hit hard as Kurt's sadness hit her at the same time.

"Rest, Jordan." Professor urged her, leaving the room and heading down the hall towards yelling.

Jordan felt Kurt's sadness near Rogue's fury, they were fighting. Jordan sensed Rogue moving down the hall, and saw her enter her room the same time Kurt disappeared downstairs into the basement before Professor Xavier could reach him. "That's it! I've never asked you for anything before, Jordan, but I'm asking you to make your boyfriend get that statue OUT OF HERE!" Rogue screamed.

Jordan winced, "Kurt brought Mystique back? Rogue…I can't make Kurt…" Rogue howled in frustration, and left Jordan's room, "…throw away his mother." Jordan finished softly as the door slammed.

Logan knocked softly on Jordan's bedroom door, "Kiddo, can I come in?"

"Yeah." Jordan called from her desk. "What's up, Dad?"

"Apocalypse set up a fort in Mexico. He has an energy dome around a Mayan pyramid and some of us are heading down there to check it out. Professor said you were feeling a little under the weather, might be best if you sit this one out?"

Jordan couldn't believe she was actually saying it, "Yeah, I think I should. You'll be okay, right?"

"We are just going to get information, not going to start a war. I hope you feel better, kiddo."

Jordan nodded as her father kissed the top of her head, "I'm working on it. Just tell Beast I put up a fight to go."

He smiled at her, "I can do that for you."

"Jordan, I want you to come with me." Kurt said, teleporting onto the balcony and entering Jordan's room.

"Don't you even knock anymore?" Jordan groaned, rolling over in her bed. "What time is it?"

"A little after midnight. Please, come with me. Wanda helped me…"

Jordan sat up slowly, squinting as Kurt flicked on the light. "Wait…Wanda?"

"Yes, she set up a meeting with Agatha Harkness…someone who might be able to help Mystique. I…I don't want to go alone."

"Okay, Kurt. But…first you have to promise me something."

"Sure, what?"

"If this woman can't help Mystique, then Mystique goes somewhere else. It doesn't have to be the Brotherhood house, just anywhere but here."

"But, Jordan…"

"Having Mystique near here hurts Rogue, more than you can imagine. We…we can put her in the underground tunnels, or something. Just, out of sight where Rogue won't know about her."

"Sure."

"Promise me, Kurt."

"I promise I'll hide her if we can't fix her, but I won't stop trying."

Jordan nodded, and took his hand so he could teleport them away. Jordan cried out as Mystique's stone face appeared right in front of her and nearly fell out of the gazebo and down the cliff if Kurt hadn't pulled her close to him.

"Can you sense anything?" Kurt asked shyly as they waited.

Jordan shook her head, "No. But that doesn't mean anything."

Agatha Harkness began her walk to them, and Jordan straightened when she saw her. She had never even sensed her approaching. "Finally. I was afraid you wouldn't show." Kurt said as she stepped into the gazebo with them.

"Rogue is close…" Jordan whispered anxiously.

Kurt ignored Jordan's warning, and looked to Agatha hopefully. "Can you help her?"

"No. But she can." Agatha said, and looked to Rogue who had gotten close enough to see.

"Rogue, why are you here?" Kurt asked.

"She's come to end the torment, isn't that right, child?" Agatha said softly.

"Yes." Rogue answered.

"If your mother is alive only you have the power to save her. Rest your hand upon the stone and absorb the mutation." Jordan swallowed, Rogue still had a lot of anger in her, and pain and sadness.

"Hold on, now. Is that even safe?" Kurt asked in a slight panic.

"A moment is all it would take. It will free Mystique enough to unlock her own powers." Agatha told him.

"You're serious? I'm the only one who can save her?" Rogue muttered, looking at her hands.

"Rogue, it's the right thing. You know it is." Kurt urged.

"No…no I won't do it." Rogue shook her head, taking a step back from Mystique's statue.

"If you don't help her it will haunt you for the rest of your life." Kurt said. "Prove that you aren't like her."

Jordan held her breath, tears stinging her eyes. Rogue stepped up to Mystique, and she looked at her hands one last time. Jordan felt the new surge of hatred and anger rise up as Rogue growled and shoved Mystique from the gazebo and off the cliff. "NO!" Kurt cried, jumping to the edge and teleporting away.

Jordan looked to the edge in time to see the statue hit the ground, breaking into pieces and rolling further down the steep cliff. Rogue watched as well, and Jordan heard a sob before Rogue ran off.

Jordan clenched her jaw, trying to take control of the emotions than were flowing into her and trying to figure out a way to comfort both of her friends. "Kurt! Kurt…it's too late." Jordan cried from the top of the cliff. She could barely see him at the bottom, but she could feel his torment. "Kurt…please…come back."

Agatha placed a gentle hand on Jordan's shoulder, "They will need time."

Jordan looked at the elderly woman, "They'll be lucky if they don't need therapy."

"I think they are in good hands with you."

Jordan looked back towards Kurt, and winced when she thought about what she was going to do. Jordan eased her way to the side of the cliff, climbing and sliding down until she hit the rocky shore where Kurt was on his knees looking at the rubble that was left of his mother.

"Kurt…" Jordan gasped, out of breath and aching as she pulled him into a tight hug and felt his chest heaving sobs.

Jordan let Kurt cry it out, she let him take his time. "Is it wrong to…to want my mother?" Kurt asked her softly as they sat next to the broken pieces of the statue.

"No. Of course it isn't."

"Do you ever think about Amnesia…and wonder…"

"No." Jordan answered flatly. "I don't like to think about her."

"But she is your mother…how can you…"

"You never got to have a relationship with Mystique, but at least she never tried to put you against your friends and family or try to manipulate you for your powers. Mystique did that to Rogue. Amnesia did that to me."

"So you are taking Rogue's side in this?" Kurt asked in shock and anger.

"I'm not taking any sides, I'm just trying to help you see Rogue's point of view…"

"And convince me that it was okay for her to do what she did?"

"No, Kurt…"

"Maybe I never did get to have a relationship with my mother, but now I never will get to!" Kurt yelled at Jordan before teleporting away.

"Oh, dammit." Jordan muttered, looking up at the cliff. "Great," she grunted as she started to climb back up the cliff.

Jordan found Rogue in her bedroom. Rogue's eyes were red and swollen, but the tears had been dried out. "What do you want?" Rogue snapped, and then her face softened as she looked Jordan over. "I'm sorry, Jordan."

"Kurt is out of range, seems like he went somewhere to be alone." Jordan said softly, not mentioning the fact that he left her at the bottom of the cliff and that her favorite pair of pajamas were now ruined. "But I'm glad you are still here."

"Why?"

"I know you are hurting, Rogue. And I can understand why."

"I doubt that…"

Jordan raised her eyebrows, "I was possessed by my mother who tried to kill Professor Xavier." Rogue winced as she remembered. "But Kurt was hopeful to…connect with his mother. He still needed closure with her, on what happened after he was born…"

"Closure?" Rogue frowned. "Did he forget that she tried to kill half of the students here? Or…or that she dropped Scott in the middle of the dessert to die? She was evil! No good!"

"But she was his flesh and blood." Jordan whispered.

"Stop trying to make me feel worse!"

"I'm not. I…I can tell that you don't like what you did…"

"That's right, Jordan! Tell me what I feel!" Rogue yelled, standing up. "That's all you ever do around here! I don't need you to tell me what I'm feeling! I'm the one feeling it!"

"So am I!" Jordan pleaded with her, trying to calm her down.

"Then why can't you tell I feel like being alone right now?"

Jordan exhaled slowly, "Because you need to talk about what happened…"

"Get out of my room!"

"Rogue…"

"NOW!"

Jordan took a step back and Rogue slammed the door in her face. "No way I'm getting any sleep tonight." Jordan muttered as she went downstairs.

"We are here at the Mayan Temple that has been surrounded by an energy shield." A reporter said in a helicopter that was circling the dark dome. "Here, just moments ago we witnessed an attack on the shield by an unidentified mutant."

The screen changed to previous footage they had taken, and Jordan recognized the unidentified mutant immediately as Magneto. Magneto had attacked the shield with anything metal he could find. Jordan watched and her heart thumped as Apocalypse rose out from the top of the shield to confront Magneto's attacks. Jordan had a hopeful look upon her face as Magneto and Apocalypse both hovered high above the ground, and then watched in horror as she saw Magneto be engulfed into an energy ball…and then disappeared.

"Oh…" Jordan choked, falling back into the sofa as she began to feel lightheaded. "Oh…oh no…" Jordan clung to consciousness, focusing on the TV as it switched back to the reporter. "Oh god…" Jordan gasped as she felt herself gain control. "No…no…no!"

Rogue stepped out of her room, hearing Jordan's cries and then her footsteps downstairs, shortly followed by the hum of the elevator. "Hm." Rogue sniffed, going back into her room but didn't shut the door.

"Jordan to X-jet. Someone talk to me." Jordan said, grabbing the communicator in the hanger.

"Jordan, it's me." Logan said roughly into her ear.

"I just saw the news…is…is he…"

"I…Jordan…Magneto is gone. No sign of him."

Tears started to flow down Jordan's cheeks as she felt an important link to her childhood was gone forever. A man who she couldn't see eye-to-eye with, but who had made sure she would be safe when she had been abandoned by her mother and had warned her about an impending attack against her. "Dad, are you guys coming home soon?" Jordan asked in a thick voice.

"Soon, kiddo. We need to finish up here. Should be back in a few hours though."

"Good." Jordan sniffed.

Jordan walked outside, Kurt was back and he was in his room. Jordan just wanted to avoid them for a while. As much as she wanted to ease their pain she felt she could only make it worse right now. Both of them were angry at her and each other. Besides, Jordan needed a moment to think about her unofficial godfather Magneto.

Sitting on the edge of the fountain she inhaled a shaky breath. Tonight Jordan mourned for two mutants who had threatened the lives and sanity of her and her friends at one point or another.

Jordan looked up at the mansion, Kurt was perched on the railing for his balcony and Rogue was looking out her window. Both of them were just watching Jordan, their anger and sorrow still there and burning under the surface. The rest of the students had been in bed, and were still there.

"Hey, Angel, hope I didn't wake you up." Jordan said softly.

"You kidding? With what was happening in Mexico…were you there?"

"No. I stayed in New York. The others were…but, I didn't go. We've had our own problems since getting back. Stupid me, I thought I might have been able to fix them."

Warren heard the tears in her voice, "Are you alright?"

Jordan drew in a shaky breath, "I'm pretty scared, Angel."

"How about I come over, we'll go to an all-night place, sit and talk. Just…about anything."

Jordan felt Kurt disappear from her range again, still full of bitter sadness and anger. "I would love to sit down and talk to someone."

Kurt watched from his balcony as Angel came down from the sky, and met Jordan on the front lawn. She hugged him, smiled even. He pulled a coat on over his wings, and climbed onto the back of her motorcycle, and pulled on the helmet that Kurt usually wore when riding with her.

He found the note that Jordan had left for her father, for when they returned, saying that she needed to get away from the mansion and was with a friend. And that he could call her if he wanted to check in on her.

He didn't sleep that night, so when Jordan and Angel returned after the sun had risen he watched.

"You must be tired, we have a guest room. Why don't you get some sleep before heading back?"

Warren held her hand, "No, I'm fine, really. I'm still a bit wired, to be honest."

Jordan could sense Kurt, his pain and anger just as strong as before, now mixed with jealously. "Alright. I'll call you later."

"I'd like to do this again." He smiled. "Let me know how things work out."

They hugged once again before Angel took flight and disappeared in the sky. Jordan's smile faded away once she entered the mansion. Kurt met her downstairs in the sitting room. "How long has this been going on?" He blurted out.

Jordan put a hand to her forehead, a mild headache forming there. "What are you talking about, Kurt?"

"You…You and him! Angel!" He yelled.

Jordan took a deep breath, trying to filter out his anger so it wouldn't affect her so much, "The others just got back. Let's go…"

"Don't change the subject! Going…how often have you been sneaking out with your 'friend' while we've been dating!"

Jordan grimaced, "Kurt, I told you he was my friend. I needed someone to talk to, and you didn't want to be bothered. We went for a ride, got something to drink, and came back. Now you are angry, and hurting, and tired. You aren't thinking clearly…"

"Stop! STOP IT!" He screamed at her as the ones who had just arrived back from Mexico made it upstairs. "I am always here if you need to talk!"

Jordan threw her hands up, "Sure, Kurt! But it's hard to talk to you when you are sitting on the roof, or if I'm unable to find you! I wanted to give you space. Every time I tried to talk to you last night you freaked out! You left me at the bottom of a cliff!"

"My mother…" Kurt snarled.

"I know, Kurt. Mystique, your mother, is gone. And I'm sorry! I know it hurts. That is why I'd rather not bother you with complaining about my godfather being vaporized by Apocalypse! If you want to talk to me, I am here."

"No you weren't!" He snapped. "You went out for a joyride with your new boyfriend."

"Hey, hey!" Logan finally barked, getting between them. "Break it up."

"Exactly what I was thinking, breaking it up." Kurt met her eyes, and teleported away and out of range.

"Jordan…" Logan turned to her.

"Not now, Dad." She said, heading up to her room.