Chapter 36

Azazel had been shot exactly three times in his life: once during training as a youth, once because of Raven, and once simply because he was an idiot. The first time he was just teen and he made the near-fatal mistake of mouthing off to one of his trainers - a grizzled old bitch who he was convinced delighted in tormenting her students. As soon as the words left his mouth, the old soldier sneered, pulled her Makarov, and proceeded to shoot his right arm. She then made a wounded Azazel fight against another trainee until he collapsed from blood loss. Needless to say, he never talked back to her again (and honestly, he still credits that woman as the reason why he's taciturn in group situations). He was shot a second time when storming the CIA compound to free Emma Frost. It was the first official mission of the newly formed Brotherhood, and unknown to Azazel, it was only Raven's second time in the field, and her first time infiltrating a military facility. When the blue girl panicked under gunfire, he just barely managed to teleport her to safety. Unfortunately, when he materialized to grab Raven, he appeared between her and a bullet; even worse, the bullet struck him right in his backside. Azazel wasn't sure what hurt more: Magento using his mutation to fish the bullet out of his flesh or his pride, since he was the only one to be injured (and, it didn't exactly help that as Magneto worked, Azazel had to brace himself against a table with his pants half down while Janos and Angel hollered with laughter). He'd been mad at Raven for an entire week afterwards, and only relented when she made him entire home-cooked lasagna as a peace offering. The last time Azazel was shot it was because of something so stupid he almost deserved it: Clarice had just given him Plan B and within twenty minutes of owning the gun, Azazel managed to shoot himself in the foot when he forgot to lock its safety. After making sure he wasn't badly hurt, Clarice spent the rest of the evening snickering (and occasionally, she still liked to point out that the scar on his foot looked ironically like the letter "C").

So, when the soldier cocked his gun, Azazel unfortunately knew exactly what kind of pain to expect. Just before it discharged, there was a tremendous rushing noise in his ears like he was underwater; he felt on the verge of screaming knowing that - if the bullet did indeed pierce his heart - he'd have just a few seconds left. Just enough time to grab Kurt, the red man steeled himself for the coming pain, just enough time to take him somewhere safe. Azazel couldn't do anything for the others, but with his last breath, he could at least save his son.

The gun fired, he closed his eyes, and then...

...Nothing?

Azazel slowly blinked his eyes open. He was still in the hallway, he was still standing, he was still pinned against the wall and locked in a struggle, but outside of the searing agony in his shoulder, he didn't actually feel any additional pain. He glanced down to see the soldier's gun still pointed at him, but he couldn't see any blood or a wound on his chest. He looked up and into the soldier's eyes; oddly, the man's expression was one of surprise, and not the jeering triumphant displayed seconds prior. Rallying his strength, Azazel growled and he shoved the man away. The soldier released the knife's hilt without fight as he stumbled a few paces backwards.

Something isn't right. The thought came to Azazel as he pulled the knife from his shoulder. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he pressed his hand firmly against his wound, staunching its bleeding. He let the knife clatter to the floor as he watched the soldier sway slightly. Azazel was perplexed as to why he wasn't dead. He'd heard the gun go off, and the man couldn't have missed him at such a short range. The soldier looked up at Azazel and opened his mouth almost as if to ask a question. The red mutant made a face as instead, a thin red bubble formed over the man's parted lips. It was only then Azazel realized that a thick swath of crimson was growing across the soldier's chest like a deadly flower blooming. Seconds later the man's eyes rolled back and he dropped to the floor like a rag-doll, dead.

A flicker of movement caught Azazel's attention, making him turn away from the soldier's body. Now that his view was no longer blocked, he realized that Kurt was standing across the hallway facing him. In his outstretched hands he clutched Plan B like a crucifix warding away evil. The boy was shaking like a leaf and the weapon was fixed on where the soldier once stood.

"He would have...he was...he..." Kurt choked. A thin curl of smoke slithered from Plan B's barrel, and a numbness fell over Azazel as all the dominoes fell neatly into place. "...He was going to kill you."

At his whispered omission, Kurt's golden eyes alighted on his own hands, growing wide as he seemed to realize for the first time that he did indeed just shoot someone. The teen gasped and threw the gun down, recoiling as if it had burned his skin. His hands darted to the sides of his face as he started to hyperventilate. In his haste, Kurt stumbled backwards, tripping over the body of another slain man.

Instantly, Azazel appeared next to him. The red man felt light-headed even from the short teleport (using his mutation while injured was far more taxing), but he couldn't afford waste one second, not after what just transpired. He seized Kurt quickly to prevent his fall.

"You are alright," he said calmly, squeezing Kurt's shoulders reassuringly. The boy looked up at him, his eyes growing thick with tears.

"He was going to kill you," Kurt repeated in a pleading tone almost as if trying to convince Azazel that he had no other choice but to shoot the man. Azazel could easily see that really, Kurt was just trying to convince himself.

"Da, he was going to kill me," Azazel agreed, "but then you saved me. Do you understand? You saved my life Kurt. You did right thing." The boy nodded, even as his lower lip started trembling. Seconds later, hot tears began slipping down Kurt's face and his breath came hard and fast. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Azazel pulled Kurt to him, wrapping his arms securely around the boy. Kurt then broke down completely, sobbing as he hugged Azazel fiercely. The red mutant put his chin on top Kurt's head and let him cry, murmuring repeatedly that Kurt was alright. He could feel the boy's entire body trembling, and for this, Azazel was almost glad; he didn't want Kurt to be a killer. He wanted Kurt to hold on to his sweetness and innocence as long as possible. Azazel wanted his son to be free of the cruel demands forced onto his parents' lives.

"Come, we can nyet stay here," Azazel pulled back when Kurt's tears began to lessen. He rubbed the boy's arm encouragingly. "We must keep moving."

Kurt sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. When he faced Azazel again, there was an emptiness in his eyes, a lost look that made the red man frown. He's just in shock, Azazel consoled himself, feeling a rush of empathy. Lord knows Azazel had been in shock the first time he'd actually killed someone. Of course, he hadn't been given a hug afterwards. At fifteen years old, he'd been given a slap on a back, a few stitches in his face, and a pack of cigarettes. Later that night he'd wanted to cry, but he didn't dare shed any tears; he'd have been beaten by the other recruits if he showed any emotion. Azazel never wanted that for Kurt, and he did his best to shelter Clarice from hardening herself like he was forced to, making sure she'd never actually killed anyone. Thinking quickly, the red man's eyes drifted to the beaded necklace encircling Kurt's neck.

"Here," Azazel lifted the chain gently until rosary's crucifix emerged. He then took one of Kurt's hands and closed it around the pendant. Kurt glanced down and turned the little cross over in his fingers, frowning.

"You had nyet choice Kurt." Azazel pointed at the necklace, "so ask your God to forgive you. I think he will understand." Kurt swallowed hard and nodded. He made a fist around the rosary and held it over his heart. Azazel then took Kurt's other hand and started guiding him down the hallway once again.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..." The cadence of Kurt's voice was soothing as they slipped back into the shadows. For a few seconds, Azazel almost started to believe he could be forgiven, too.

Grounds of the Former Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester, New York

"Well, this is shitshow," Clarice surmised as she stood on the school foundation's precipice, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed as she surveyed the ruined building. She wasn't even sure where to begin.

"Hey, over here!" A voice cried out in the distance. Clarice shaded her eyes as she scanned the wreckage. She quickly spotted Jubilee's telltale canary coat, and nearby with his arms tightly crossed stood Lucas, Jubilee's savaging partner. The Chinese girl was jumping up and down and waving excitedly. "I think I found the kitchen!"

"Hang on!" Clarice yelled back, cupping her hands around her mouth. The last thing she needed was for Jubilee or Lucas to fall and get hurt, or worse; accidentally trigger explosion with Jubilee's fireworks or Lucas's energy blasts. The entire broken building was riddled with live wires, leaking pipes, and busted gas lines. It was a recipe for another disaster if the group wasn't extra careful.

"Hey James?" Clarice addressed the young man standing behind her as she pulled two crystals from the air. She tossed the crystals to him, and he caught them effortlessly with one hand. "Think you can toss these all the way to Jubilee and Lucas?"

"You can call me Warpath," he corrected, smiling brightly as he brushed his long brain over one shoulder. "Everyone else does. And sure, piece of cake. Watch this: Jubilee! Bishop! Catch!" The Apache youth lobbed the crystals with ease. They each made a perfect arc before landing neatly in Jubilee and Lucas's outstretched hands.

"Use those like I showed you if you think you're going to fall, Ok?" Clarice yelled back.

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Lucas answered and Jubilee gave a thumb's up.

Clarice nodded to James; even at fourteen, the boy's mutation was powerful, giving him superhuman strength, speed, and sight, all of which were reasons why Jubilee asked him to help scavenge for supplies. James's powers would be a boon for any heavy lifting, just as Lucas's ability to absorb energy would come in handy if they accidentally triggered another explosion. And of course, both James and Lucas were avid attendees of Azazel's fight training class; a definite plus if those military assholes returned unexpectedly (not to mention that James's super sight would spot any approaching danger miles away).

Clarice watched as the teens picked their way through the still smoking debris. Once she was sure they were being safe, she motioned for James to resume searching. While the others sought for non-perishable food, Clarice and James were seeking the school's infirmary (or more appropriately, where it had once been). While those left behind were lucky - there were only a handful of injuries and nothing dire - any medical supplies they could bring back would helpful.

Clarice waded carefully through a collapsed classroom. It had been a few hours since the military evacuated, taking several captives and a few stowaways along for the ride. Part of her was still angry that Azazel left her behind, but another part of her was worried sick for the inexperienced students self-appointed to the rescue mission. She paused to adjust the sword strapped to her side, sighing loudly as she thought about her friends and family in peril. She just had to trust that Big Brother knew what he was doing demanding she stay, even if that was really, really, really hard for her right now.

As soon as the last military vehicle disappeared on the horizon, Clarice waited five full minutes before teleporting to the ground. She moved quickly towards remaining students but covered her tracks just in case it was a trap. All told, there were probably fifty individuals left behind, and about twelve were fairly young children. Once Clarice as was satisfied she wasn't walking into a set-up, she attempted to rouse a few teachers and older students. Thankfully, Jubilee was one of the first to recover, and while the others sat up dazed and confused, the Chinese girl wasted no time taking charge.

"Listen up everybody," Jubilee commanded as she dusted off her soiled clothing. "We can't stay here; it's not safe. There's a small lake about a mile walk east, and there are a few cabins along its shore. The cabins are pretty basic, but they have food, water, warm beds, and most importantly, Dr. McCoy programmed a decoy shield around the area to keep it hidden outsiders. It's a designated safe haven, and I have the code to get us in."

"How do you know all this?" Clarice raised an eyebrow as she sheathed Azazel's sword. Now that the military threat was at bay, she didn't need her weapon drawn.

"Because I'm Class President, that's why," Jubilee shot back, smirking playfully. "The Professor entrusted me with this information just in case something happened, and I don't mean to disappoint him."

While Jubilee helped rouse her peers, Clarice quickly partnered each younger student with an older one in a buddy-system to ensure that the littlest ones didn't get lost or left behind. Several of the children were too young to walk the full distance to the safe haven, and stronger students like Lucas and James were pressed into service to give piggyback rides to keep the group moving (although truth be told, the older students all seemed to enjoy suddenly being big brother or sisters). Danielle Moonstar took the infant Bert, and when they were ready to start moving, Luna practically leaped in Clarice's arms.

"Where's Peter Pan?" Luna asked as Clarice balanced the girl on her hip, wrapping her arms securely around her tiny body.

"Peter went on...um, a little trip," Clarice smiled and tried to keep the worry from her voice. She doubted it mattered, seeing how the little girl could see emotions.

"Trip?" Luna's hazel eyes grew wide as the word resonated. "Like, to Neverland?"

"Yes, exactly!" Clarice smiled wider, summoning all her happy thoughts so her 'colors' wouldn't betray her words. Luna studied her face as carefully as a three-year-old could. "Peter's going to hang out with the Lost Boys, and then they'll outwit Captain Hook and that clever crocodile; what's his name?"

"Tick-Tock!" Luna sang the animal's name and giggled.

"That's right! Tick-tock, the mean old' Croc!" Clarice laughed. After a few seconds however, Luna frowned as she looked in the air around Clarice and the other students.

"Everyone's scared," Luna whispered, tears clouding her eyes. "I'm scared. I wanna go home!"

"You know what Luna? I have something for you. A surprise!" Clarice stopped and fished in her pocket with her free hand. She couldn't bare the thought of Luna frightened and crying because of her own worry and fears. A few seconds later, Clarice produced a small silver locket on worn chain, and dangled it in front of the little girl. Luna gasped and reached for it. Clarice smiled and slipped it over Luna's head. She'd found the necklace in the trampled grass right where Raven, Peter, and the others had fallen. Inside the locket were portraits of two people she didn't recognize, although oddly, there was something about the black and white photographs that looked strangely familiar.

"S'pretty!" Luna smiled happily as she touched the delicate pendant.

"I need you to keep that safe for me until we find its owner, alright?" Luna nodded so solemnly that Clarice couldn't help but chuckle. She supposed a student must have lost it during the chaos of the explosion, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to let Luna wear it for a few hours until she located its rightful owner. The little girl laid her head against Clarice's shoulder and starting humming Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star as she played with the necklace and Clarice's braid.

Clarice clenched her teeth, suddenly finding herself blinking back tears. It took all of her strength not to breakdown as she was reminded of Tuan and how he used to carry her around when she was no older than Luna. Clarice wondered if Kurt was alright, and if Azazel had found Raven yet. Part of her wished desperately to know if Peter was unharmed. At least she was able to take comfort in the knowledge that Peter was probably thinking about her as much as she was thinking about him, and that Azazel promised to bring them all home safely. She had to trust in Azazel as much as she'd trusted in Tuan.

The cabins were exactly where Jubilee said, and they were relatively well stocked. They at least had enough beds for all students as long as the little ones bunked up. After settling everyone and taking a short break to rest and refuel, Jubilee and Clarice formed a search party to scavenge the school grounds, leaving Danielle in charge until they returned.

At present, Clarice nudged a small pile of rubble with her foot. Underneath she found a scotched copy of Treasure Island. She picked up the tome and shook it, frowning when a few burned pages tumbled out.

"I think we found the library!" James assessed brightly, pointing at the damaged book. "Maybe a couple books survived? We could bring them back to read to the kids. You know, keep them entertained?"

"That's a great idea Ja...er, Warpath," Clarice smiled and teenager beamed. These kids and their code names, Clarice mused. If she wasn't careful, she'd begin to sound like Azazel. "You search around here. I'll start canvasing nearby. Call me if you find anything, and be careful!"

A few moments later, Clarice found what looked to be the remains of the girl's dormitory. She startled slightly when she recognized the pair shoes she borrowed from Jean for her date with Peter; shoes she had left that morning at the foot of her own bed. Is my room somewhere around here? If it is, then maybe...Clarice looked around excitedly, smiling as she recognized a few more personal items. As she scoured the area, a flash of silver caught her eye. She moved closer and saw a sword hilt buried in the debris. Her hands darted to her mouth in surprise. It appeared she'd miraculously found her katana, and it even looked like it might in one piece. Clarice rushed forward and...

...there was a sudden snapping as the boards under her feet crumbled. Before she could even scream, Clarice tumbled down into the school's subbasement.

"Clarice?! Are you Ok?"

She groaned as she sat up, holding her head. When she looked up through the dust, Clarice saw the silhouette of James about two stories above.

"I'm fine," she responded quickly, coughing. "I just hurt my pride is all." By some small miracle, a burned mattress broke her fall. Clarice carefully inventoried her body. Everything was in working order and nothing felt broken, although she was sure she'd have a nice bruise on her ass where she landed. She looked up again. I probably have to throw two crystals just to get back up. As she plotted her route topside, a small pile of debris next to her left foot pushed towards her.

What the hell?! Clarice recoiled, spooked from the mysterious movement. As she stared at the rubble, she heard what sounded like...a groan? Clarice scrambled to her hands and knees and quickly pushed some bricks out of the way. Suddenly a hand flopped out and grabbed hers tightly. It took every fiber of her being to not scream as if one of Kurt's beloved movie-monsters just grabbed her. It's always the ethnics who die first in those cheesy movies, Clarice thought as she suddenly became very aware of how Vietnamese she was. The hand relaxed its grip and a muffled voice groaned again, pulling Clarice back to reality.

"Shit! Hang on!" Clarice started aggressively pulling debris away from around the hand.

"What's going on?!" James called down but Clarice ignored him. She pulled away a few more bricks; sure enough, she could see that a man was indeed trapped under part of the building. He blinked at her, and his eyes seemed impossibly blue against the backdrop of soot masking his face.

"It's Ok," Clarice unscrewed her canteen and held it out for him.

"...ott?" The figure blinked rapidly, ignoring the canteen and struggling to sit up. "...Is he Ok?"

"Easy, easy there," Clarice held up her hands. The young man sucked in a sharp breath, putting a hand on his ribs. "You're banged-up pretty bad. Let's start slowly. Can you move your legs?"

"Yeah, I think..." He winced as she pushed the final bits of debris off his legs. "I can move my legs, but I think my arm is broken." Clarice nodded as she looked him over. She could see second-degree burns on his chest and shoulder, and his hair was singed almost to his scalp on one side. The good news was that he could indeed move his arms and legs, although one arm did appear fractured. She held out her canteen again and this time he took it with his good hand and drank greedily.

"You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch, you know that?" Clarice mused to herself in her native Russian as he gulped down water. "Not too fast buddy," she switched to English as the man coughed, and sputtered water all over his chest. He wiped his mouth and looked at her imploringly.

"Did he make it out?" He asked, this time grabbing her arm and squeezing tightly. She flinched at the sudden touch, but managed to stay calm. "My brother?"

"How about we get you out of here first," Clarice started to help him stand. If he was going to grab her, she might as well use it to her advantage. "Then we can figure out who..."

"Clarice? What's going on down there?" When Clarice glanced up, she saw Jubilee now next to James, and both staring down concerned. The girls' eyes went wide when she saw Clarice's injured companion. "Oh my God! Alex?!"

"Is Scott...?" Alex pleaded again to anyone who'd listen.

"Yes, Scott is alive," Clarice nodded as Alex's identity as Scott's brother clicked. The blonde eased his grip on her, and Clarice relaxed. "Some military dicks showed up, drugged and kidnapped a few people, and Scott took off on a helicopter with his friends to go rescue them."

"To what?" Alex looked at her in alarm.

"To rescue them," Clarice repeated, frowning. She didn't think it sounded any more confident the second time.

"But he can't...he's only...he's..." Alex faltered, looking imploringly at Clarice. He's too young, too inexperienced, too much my family...a million reasons ran though Clarice's head just then to finish Alex's sentence; too many of them the exact thoughts she had about Kurt being on the helicopter.

"Scott's with Azazel and Jean, if that matters," she said as she helped steady Alex. "And, they're going to rescue Mystique, Dr. McCoy, and Agent MacTaggert, if it makes you feel any better. He'll have all those people watching his back, so don't worry. Scott's fine." Clarice left out mentioning Kurt, Wanda, and Peter, unsure if their presence would be a boon or a concern to Alex.

"What happened to Charles? And what about that big blue asshole? And that traitor Erik? Did they...?"

"Slow down; we're still working on all that," Clarice reassured. Part of her was curious about the animosity Alex lobbed at Peter's biological father, but right now wasn't the time to ask Alex about their history. "Come on, baby-steps. Let's start by getting us out of here."

"How are we going to get out?" Alex looked up, frowning at the distance.

"Oh honey," Clarice smirked as she pulled a crystal out of the air. "That's the least of our concerns. We just need...ahhh!" Clarice suddenly covered her ears as a voice cut loudly through her thoughts like a knife.

"Hear me, inhabitants of this world. This is a message. A message to every man, woman, and mutant..."

It's...the Professor? The Professor's speaking to me, Clarice realized, blinking in alarm. It was his voice, but his words sounded forced and wrong as they echoed in her head. Panicked, she looked at Alex and then up at Jubilee, and realized with a growing dread that they could hear him, too.

What the fuck is going on?

Outskirts of Cairo, Egypt - Banks of the River Nile

The desert air burned Charles's lungs with every ragged breath he drew. His lips were cracked and bleeding from the dry heat, and he felt embarrassingly feeble laying on the scorching rock. The glanced over again at his wheelchair, frowning; Hank had designed it especially for his needs, yet now the chair lay in the sand as mangled and useless as Charles's legs. The sun beat down on him as if he was in hell.

Which, in many ways, he was.

Erik, Charles reached out, trying again to reason with his friend. He saw Erik's mouth twitch into a slight scowl before he turned his back to Charles. Erik, please listen to...

"Stop it, Charles!" Erik snarled, causing the other mutants to glance at the pair. Charles ignored them and kept focusing on Erik. He put his fingers to his temple and reached out, and felt...

...Nothing?

Charles's periwinkle eyes turned towards En Sabah Nur as the blue man approached. He stopped a few feet away from the telepath and gazed down silently, his cruel mouth curled in a sneer.

"You're blocking me," Charles narrowed his eyes. "How are you doing this?" He didn't bother trying to communicate telepathically. The man wasn't worth using his mutation.

"I can shield their minds from your power," En Sabah Nur responded. "It's one of the many gifts I have acquired through out the millennia. But to see inside a mind and control it? That's your gift," the blue man smiled wickedly, crossing his arms. "You saw into my mind, didn't you? You saw the glory of what's to come."

Charles turned away in disgust. He had briefly seen En Sabah Nur's vision for a better world, and the telepath wanted no part of it. Frankly, he didn't want to ever see in that monster's mind again. I have to get Erik on my side, Charles thought. He needed an ally against En Sabah Nur's power, and Erik was his best hope. He still believed his friend could be saved.

"Are you going to take part in all this killing? All this destruction?" Charles reasoned.

"It's all I ever known," Erik responded quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.

"No, it isn't," the telepath pleaded firmly. "Erik, you've just forgotten, you've..."

"No Charles, I remember," Erik whipped around, staring down defiantly. "I remember everything, and I tried. God knows I tried. Your way doesn't work."

"I have shown him a better way, a better world..." En Sabah Nur started.

"No, you didn't show him anything! You just tapped into his rage and pain!" Charles hissed at the blue man, refusing to let him continue. The telepath pointed to the other mutants present. "You tapped into all their rage and pain! That's all you've done!"

"Charles, don't..." Erik held out his hand.

"I told you from the moment I met you that there's more to you, Erik," he turned to his friend. "There is good in you. I still believe this."

"Whatever you think you saw in me Charles, I buried it," Erik said coldly, clenching his hand into a fist. "I buried it with my family."

"Charles, you will send a message to every living mind," En Sabah Nur interrupted, ignoring the heated exchange. "You will tell them that this Earth will be laid waste. That it is I, En Sabah Nur, who wreak this upon them."

"Even if I wanted to - which I do not, thank you - I couldn't reach that many people all at once," Charles answered curtly. "I don't have Cerebro. It's destroyed, remember?"

"You don't need a machine to amplify your powers," En Sabah Nur held his arms open wide. "You have me."

He started to argue but suddenly paused. A plan was taking shape in his mind. It was dangerous, it was unlikely, and it was the longest shot in the world, but it if worked...it just might save the world, Charles realized with dawning clarity. Swallowing hard, he looked at the blue man and nodded, fighting the urge to vomit when the man smiled back.

"Hear me, inhabitants of this world..." Charles closed his eyes and relayed the message verbatim across time and space. When En Sabah Nur neared the end of his message, Charles concentrated. He only had one shot to do this secretly while the blue man was distracted with his diabolical words.

"To tell the strongest among you, those with the greatest power, that this earth will be yours," En Sabah Nur's voice purred treacherously.

"...to tell those with the greatest power..." Charles opened his eyes and glared defiantly at his captor. "...protect those without."

That's my message to the world, Charles spoke directly into En Sabah Nur's mind. The blue man shook his head in disgust and turned away. He started to weave a psionic shield to collect Charles and his horsemen and start their final journey to the temple. Charles took a deep breath as he felt the sand slipping away from underneath his body, and he prayed that his secret message was delivered:

...To tell the strongest among you...

Jean, if you can hear me, focus on my voice. Cairo. Find us.

...those with the greatest power...

Jean, hurry.

...protect...

Cairo.

...those...

Find.

...without...

Us.

A/N: Poor little blue cinnamon roll :*( But hey, Alex is alive! Also, I missed Jubilee so she's back & being an awesome leader in Charles's absence. And I added Bishop & Warpath in a nod to DOFP since they fought alongside movie Blink :)

Sorry these posts taking so long! I do work on them every day, I promise. Next chapter posting soon. R&R my dears!