A/N: No sketch yet. I'm getting there... Plus I'm gonna cheat! Print of the pic of Quix in his regular uniform, trace the body and just rework the hair and mask. Ta-da! Is that considered illegal? Copyright infringement and all that? Where is a legal book when ya need one.....


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I had reached the battle after it was done. They had just be left to die there. Some where still aware but in pain. They braved it though, and helped me carry the wounded to a nearby clearing. I wanted to built a fire, but if he were to notice it..... I had to take a chance. They would freeze out here.


After the fire I set to work on making stretchers, using my speed sparingly. I didn't want the others to notice and waste their strength asking questions. In the end I made one for all of those worst in need. These guys needed medical attention, but there was no one to provide it for them. The best place would have been the infirmiry at the mansion, but the mansion was gone. And I didn't come across any great medical supplies at the house when I had done a speed search. So where would help come from?


The two worst off was Summers and Mystique. Lance wasn't much better, and Todd was MIA. A couple of the new recruits on the X-Men side seemed to be in better health. I did a quick count. Some were missing as well. It was then I remembered something about one of the boys. I walked over to the youngest of any of us, a boy named Jamie if I'm correct.


"Jamie?" He was cut and bruised, but otherwise alright. He looked up at me, frightened. "Hey, I'm a good guy. See Wanda over there? That's my sister."


"Y-Y-You're Pietro?" He asked. I nodded. "But your with him...."


"Not any more. Look, are you the one who can make copies of himself?" He nodded. "Good, could you do that and help me with them?"


"It only happens when I'm scared or startled." He said.


"Oh..." I felt bad for doing this but using my speed I jumped at him and growled, which produced the effect needed. There were now nine of him. "Sorry, but you said..."


"It's okay I guess." Jeez, he was still scared stiff about me.


"Look, Jamie, don't worry about me. That's the last thing you should worry about. We need to bandage these guys up now and fast. Did you guys bring any medical supplies?"


"Mystique said to Scott and Lance that it would be do or die. I overheard her but didn't tell the others." Poor kid. He was what, eleven? Too young to be in a war like this. And then to hear that either they would win or die..... God, how does he handle this?


"Alright, all of you come her." The nine Jamies surrounded me. "First off, after Mystique who's the leader?"


"Scott." Said one.


"Then Lance." Offered another one. Neither of those two were in any shape to lead. I sighed.


"Okay, for now I am your ranking officer. I'm the leader." I used to want this, but not like this. "Second off, I want five of you to go around the area here and see if you can find anything that can be used as bandages or tourquinets. Do not stray so far that you can't see light from the fire, understand?" Five nodded. "Okay, go."


"What about us?"


"Okay, the four of you help me now to do what we can. Keep them warm and comfortable, and if they wake up try hush them." I didn't add that we were most likely to lose a few tonight. Scott was the one I most worried about. His breathing was rough and strained. Not good.


But there was nothing I could do for him. I sat with my sister all night. She tried to wake up once but I hushed her and she settled back into sleep. She had a few broken ribs, and I wrapped some cloth I found around her to keep them in place. When dawn broke we hadn't lost anyone, but there plenty of close calls.


I told the few Jamies that were awake to stand guard while I went out and searched for anything useful. I knew nothing of healing herbs, so that was out. I came across a small spring that I could use for bathing wounds and wrapping them if I could find anything to use. I was also on the lookout for Todd and the other MIAs. Jamie had supplied me with names: Amara, Roberto, and Ray.


I searched caves that I came across, but I didn't come up with any of them. They had been there though, footprints that looked like some hopped along were leading away. I debated going after them, but I decided to check in with the Jamies. Two had fallen asleep, and the other two were trying to keep them awake. I told them all to go to bed, that I would watch for a while.


I sat next to Wanda again. I held her hand, trying not to cry. I had forgotten how to, in all honesty. Living in the castle, you didn't cry. The reaction to it was to bad to talk about. I said I silent prayer for her, then for the others. It was quiet all around, except for the varying degrees of haggard breathing. So I noticed immediately when hers quickened. All of the sudden she sat straight up and looked at me.


"Pietro...." She said, before the pain hit her. She laid down, her face twisted in agony.


"Shh, Wanda, please. Don't move, your ribs are broken." I also suspected that her spine was damaged, but I didn't dare speak the fear aloud.


"Pietro, how?" She was too defiant on staying awake.


"I escaped the castle and went looking for you. I arrived at the Brotherhood house only to find you on your way here, and went as fast as I could, but it was too late."


I saw her glance around at the makeshift infirmiry. The fire was blazing low, perfect for boiling some drinking water. I called to two Jamies who had just woke up to fill the two mini barrels with water. I gave them directions to the stream and set about making a place to set the barrels on. I had hoped that Wanda would go back to sleep, but she was determined to stay awake.


"Why do you hide your face?" She asked. I ignored the question as I tied some iron bars together. I found a heap of them, abandoned as scrap. I silently thanked God for them and our luck so far. "Why won't you answer me?"


"Wanda, get rest. You're gonna need it." I finished setting the place up, and just then Summers started coughing up blood. I yelled to some Jamies to help.


He was torn up inside bad. He needed a medical attention immediately and fast. I made a split second decision. I would take him to the hospital, and get help out here. If they were to be locked up, so be it, but at least they would be alive. I couldn't carry Summers by myself, and all the Jamies were needed. Unless I sent them out, and stayed, but I wouldn't dare. They were defenseless and wouldn't know what to do. What do I do?


I would have to go alone. And soon, because Summers wouldn't live through another night. Nor would Mystique, who was now in a coma. I went to Wanda, who was going through another spasm of pain. She looked at me, so weary.


"I'm going to get help. You're in charge while I'm away, and hopefully that won't be long. Just tell the Jamies to keep boiling water, stop bleeding wounds, and keep everyone quiet." I started to leave, but then the what if came into mind. What if he came back. I looked back at Wanda, on the edge of a breakdown. "I love you Wanda."


I sped away, not waiting for the answer. They needed help, and I was their only chance. God help me. God help us all.