So, kind patient readers, I know it has been too long since my last chapter but the length of this one will hopefully make up for it. It might be a little dull for some of you. Mostly a little explaining here and there, making things a little more clear for those who are confused. Forgive me if I bore you. I was quite surprised when I looked at my writing that it was already six pages long. So, I hope it is worth it though.

Thanks to all my faithful reviewers (Unicorn Lady, Lady Sylver, Usagi-chan, etc.) and I hope you all enjoy. And for those who guessed correctly, YES!! For those who don't understand this, check the reviews.

Disclaimer: Labyrinth not mine. All unknown characters are mine.

It's Only Forever II: A New Beginning

Chapter Four

"So, Sarah," Trish said from across the small table they were sharing in the college café, "You gonna return from la-la land anytime soon?"

Sarah jerked from her revelry to blink at Trish, a questionable look as if to say 'what'.

Trish remarked, "You've been off in space for a lot longer then usual," she grinned slyly, "So, who is he?"

Now Sarah really woke up, looking very stunned, if not a little embarrassed.

"It is a guy, I knew it!" Trish exclaimed gleefully, as Sarah made motions for her to be quiet. "Wow, he must be something to go for the strong silent type. So, who is it?"

Sarah kept shaking her head, denying what was said. Trish grew suspicious, even a little disappointed at her next guess. "Is it the new guy? I mean, he was hitting on you. It would make sense. A shame for me, but still…"

By this time, Sarah was red, from embarrassment more then annoyance, Trish wasn't sure. Sarah took her books and rising left a confused and very curious Trish behind.

As she walked out of the café and down the hall towards the auditorium/theater, Trevor popped out of no where and up behind her, "Sorry I couldn't help but I figured it would only complicate the situation."

You thought right. I felt like a cornered mouse. I can't believe she hit so close to… Sarah stopped mid thought, blushing. Trevor grinned, "I see. That could get a bit messy. What would your dad think if…"

Sarah stopped, poking a finger at his chest, Look, nothing happened. And the sooner I find a way to get rid of this problem, the sooner I'll have my peace back and you can leave me be. She continued on her way. Trevor looked serious as he caught up to her taking her arm to stop her, removing it when she flinched.

"Sorry." He looked at her, I know it's tough but right now I can't exactly disappear unless you really want a major headache. Until the professor can help control these powers…

I don't want these powers! Her thought lashed out, her face in exclamation as if she had just shouted. She backed away and her eyes saddened, her thoughts quiet.

I just want my old life back. Even if I don't remember it, it had to have been better then this. With tat she ran away, obviously troubled.

Trevor let her go, sighing quietly, "I know how you feel, Sarah. But what life was that?"

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"All right, crew," Rog exclaimed after everyone was back in their seats, "Those were all very good auditions and after good consideration, I believe I have an idea what you'll be doing. First, tech teams. Marcus, since you seem so good at your own 'special effects', you'll be in charge of that dept."

Marcus grinned as Jamie brought a hand to her face, "We're doomed."

Rog continued, "Some of you will also be assigned in positions, even if you get a part in the play. It'll give you a chance to try a little of both. So Marcus, you may get to be an extra."

"Yes!" was all he said as Jamie leaned her face against the back of seat in front of her, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

After listing off several teams consisting of special effects, wardrobe, make-up, lighting, and sets & props, he got to the actors.

"Our narrators are Charlie and Trish."

Charlie seemed either very confused or deciding whether this was good, while Trish was definitely disappointed, "What kind of punishment is this?"

Rog explained, "You both work well together so it seemed only natural."

"There's nothing natural about it," muttered Trish as Charlie finally decided he liked the idea.

"As well, Trish will be my assistant director…"

Trish perked up, "The again."

"…and Charlie will be stage manager."

Trish blinked, turning to Jamie, "Now we are seriously doomed."

"Have a little faith," Charlie grinned slyly.

"Watch it, Chuck," she replied, "Assistant Director, remember?"

"Okay, okay. May we continue?" Rog arched an eyebrow as the two shut up. Rog listed off several characters, including the stepsisters, stepmother (who ended up being Jamie, much to Marcus' chagrin), the King, and so on.

"And finally the prince and Cinderella, whose names will be altered to Charles Prince and Ella Cinder."

"Way classy, Rog, "Charlie laughed.

Rog ignored him, "Trevor, you are Charles. Sarah, you will play Ella."

Sarah was taken aback. She got the part. Actually got the part. The thought of it was soaring through her till she realized one thing. This meant Trevor… she looked at him as he seemed only mildly surprised. She grew suspicious. Had he something to do with this? He glanced her way, looking none to innocent as he winked. She turned away, annoyed. So, was it truly her talent… or his influence on Rog?

She chose to believe it might be the first…hopefully.

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"You'll need a ride," Trevor said, bringing his bike up beside Sarah as she left the college grounds.

I'll find my own way, she thought stubbornly. She stopped and looked suspiciously at him. You didn't tamper with…

...Rog's thoughts? Mmm, maybe.

At that Sarah gave an angry breath as she continued walking. You are so infuriating.

"I'm just kidding," Trevor said in a quick chuckle. He brought the bike in front of her, "Wait. Look I'm sorry about before. I know this has got to be tough and I understand…"

How could you? Her thought snapped back, You have no idea what I've been through. What it's like to not remember…

…your past? Trevor's thoughts suddenly grew stern as did his face, if not a little angered. To not know what happened, why you're all a lone in your own mind; to suddenly have a power that feels like the world beating down on you; to feel pain every day of your life and wondering 'why me?' Oh yeah, I know. Damn it, I know all too well. I may not have the power like yours but at least you had a family to be there when you fell. Don't tell me I don't know.

Because I do," his voice deepened as he spoke quietly but with a defiant change in tone of finality.

Sarah was blown away and she could think of nothing.

"Now, "Trevor spoke very seriously, "You will need a ride." He handed her a helmet, "Get on."

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Later as they zoomed down a stretch of Oceanside highway, Sarah thought long about what Trevor had said (sort of) as she held on behind him. What had he been through that could compare to her. She still knew very little about him. Where had he even come from? She just couldn't place the strange accent.

"Almost there," he yelled over the wind, as they drove inland into a stretch of tree's tat looked like a forest and then into open land. Soon they came to a large gate at the edge of an expanse of beautiful land. She only caught a glimpse of a sign at the gate before they zoomed past and up a long driveway to a huge mansion. They came to a stop at the front door, where Trevor turned off the engine, removing his helmet as did Sarah.

School? She thought. Doesn't look like one.

"I know. That's the idea, " Trevor said.

Getting off, he helped her as she glanced around. It was very beautiful here and seemed… peaceful. Especially with the moon beginning to rise over the evening sky.

I know, it is nice here, Trevor thought.

"Kid," a voice came, "Back again?" A rather muscular man appeared wearing a brown hide jacket, blue jeans and a rough grin.

"Yeah, had to see the Prof.," Trevor replied as he shook the man's hand, "Still have a grip of steel, I see."

"And you still owe me a re-match in the 'battle room'."

"Maybe after I'm fully healed from those last bruises. You do tend to get carried away." Trevor chuckled, "Well, I gotta go in. Big business."

The man looked over Sarah, "Strong silent type, huh? Won't that be a change around here."

As they went up the steps and entered the building, they were met by a tall red hair woman and a man in wheel chair (AN: All you Marvel fans, if you haven't clued in yet, tsk, tsk.) in the main hall.

"Thank you for bringing her, Trevor."

"No problem, professor. Besides, I don't know how much help I could be to her." He said this a little stiffly, causing Sarah to flinch from her previous words.

"Welcome Miss William's. I'm sorry we meet in such circumstances but it couldn't be helped."

Sarah was apprehensive. You need not be frightened, the soothing voice spoke in her mind as she stepped back in surprise. We are all friends here. (AN: Fans, please say you've caught on now)

"I see you've already met Logan. (AN: Better get it now) And this is Dr. Jean Gray. (Please say you've figured it out. If not, this next bit is a dead give away.) My name is Professor Charles Xavier. Welcome to my School for the Gifted."

Sarah could only blink. Gifted? Is that what I am? She frowned as she crossed her arms. If so, I'd like a refund. I hardly see it as a gift.

"I know this may be hard for you but I will try to help you control your mutant powers."

Mutant? So I'm a mutant now? Sarah grew angry as she looked away. Great! My life gets better and better.

Logan looked confused, "Uh, okay. Am I the only one who doesn't understand why this chick is suddenly angry? She hasn't said a word."

"Logan, "Trevor explained, "Sarah doesn't speak. She hasn't since…some sort of accident or something."

"Actually, that is half true," Xavier said, "I believe it's something more."

Both Trevor and Sarah looked at him, curious.

"What do you mean?" was all Trevor asked.

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"Can't speak?" Trevor asked in disbelief, "You mean she's not able to anymore?"

They were in the medical room after Sarah had been scanned (AN: the same way Logan had been in the Movie) who was now sitting in a room apart from the others while they talked.

Jean stroked her jaw line, "It seems the motor function in her mouth have been stilled or blocked from any input from the brain. A very large amount of trauma could only cause that. But what kind is hard to imagine. It would involve huge amounts of electro energy, and that would have killed her.

"But doc, that's impossible." Trevor turned to Xavier, "You and I both heard her say two words."

"That's a mystery too, "Jean said turning on a side panel, revealing a sparking circular pattern, "This is the pattern I came across. It seems to be some sort of electro input going around and around in her mind, which could also explain her amnesia, as well as her tongue motor skills not functioning. It may have started as not speaking but now it seems more then a mentality."

"The needed input isn't going there like it should. But as you say, you heard her speak. I think I might be able to explain that." She hit another panel button and the pattern faded and was replaced with… a maze. Both Logan and Trevor gave a look of confusion.

"A maze?" Logan asked, "What's that got to do with it?"

"It seemed this pattern pops up at certain points of heightened emotions or thought patterns, almost allowing her to speak. This labyrinth is her thought patter at the time you and the professor heard her. It happened twice before, I believe. But it only started recently. Unfortunately that's not what worries me. Shortly after this started, something has begun to build up in her brain, and in an area not meant to handle it."

Another image shot up from the small hologram table as they turned to see an image of what appeared to be Sarah's brain. In the frontal lobe, a small bit of red glowed. Xavier suddenly grew very concerned.

"You see it too, professor." She said.

He nodded, "I had suspicions but it seemed only speculation. Unlikely, even impossible."

"What? What is t professor?" Trevor asked growing agitated.

"The part of the brain considered able to perform telepathic and telekinetic abilities. You had similar readings only not like these. Though we've not seen any telekinetic abilities from her, it's not impossible that she will develop them. Only that red glow shouldn't be there. It could mean only one thing. Something is defiantly building up and has for years to have this much growth."

"But it was dormant until something awakened it." Jean interrupted. She looked at Trevor, "Your 'signature' is on it."

Trevor cleared his throat, "I did try to probe her mind, "He winced at the remembrance, "Can't say either of us really enjoyed it. I'd never encountered such emotions. It seemed like something was trying to keep me there and yet blocking me, but it was seriously hurting her. It took a large amount of concentration to get out of there, so I might have scraped something. That would leave my MO." He paused, "You're not suggesting I caused this mutation to grow?"

"I'm not entirely sure it's a natural or a mutation at al," Xavier said thoughtfully.

The others looked at him in surprise, "What are you saying?" whispered Jean, "What else could it be?"

He pressed his fingers together, "As it does appear that this may all have been caused by a burst of some kind of electrical charge, faintly, I am picking out something very different. It almost seems that this was already apart of her chemical makeup. The charge may have only heightened it, as well as Trevor's mind probe. Something I've never come across before, yet somewhat familiar." He took a deep breath, looking very troubled.

"For the most part, it seems natural which could account as a mutation or some form of evolution we've yet to discover. But…I fear something was intentionally placed in her brain chemistry. It will eventually effected the rest of her body, posing either to be most extraordinary or very deadly."(AN: Everybody got it so far? Good, neither do I. Script!)

Logan suddenly gave a low growl, his fists tightening as his claws shot out, "More messing with mutants," he hissed in a low voice, "Seems I'm not the only one." He raised a fist, "More reason for me to get even."

"Vengeance won't help her now, Logan," Jean said calming, even thought it was evident she was disturbed by this news as well. "What do you suggest Professor?"

"She shouldn't be told everything just yet. I believe she has enough to deal with as it is. I am concerned though about this growth. Either way, she will grow more powerful and she will need to harness that power or it could kill her."

"Or attract unwanted attention," Trevor murmured bitterly.

"Hey kid. It won't happen again," Logan said. "You're just lucky the professor found you before Magneto got real hungry."

"Still, it is a concern," Xavier said. "Perhaps we should have her stay here."

Trevor rubbed a hand over his head, "Under the circumstances, I'd agree with you. But I wouldn't suggest that to her right now. There is her school, and the play. Not to mention her dad will probably go ballistic if she's suddenly gone again."

"Well her current prognosis appears mild so she should be able to continue leading a somewhat normal life style. As long as you continue shielding her. But the minute she show's signs of stranger behavior or symptoms, bring her here right away." Xavier paused, giving further thought, "Do bring her in from time to time though. She does need to learn how to shield herself. And, there is another thing I want to try. Jean, please retrieve that device you were working on." He turned to Trevor, "Bring her in now."

As Trevor and Jean were gone, Logan spoke quietly with Xavier, "You know what I think, don't you professor?"

Xavier nodded, "Her disappearance and amnesia could relate to your own experience. Only she was not in the military."

Logan grunted, "Wouldn't stop them."

"Agreed. Well, we'll keep that as a possibility. Don't mention to her though."

"Course not. Wouldn't be right."

As Jean returned holding a small box, Trevor entered with Sarah who seemed very suspicious, So, can you fix me? She looked at Xavier.

He cleared his throat, "I'm afraid something like this cannot be fixed. Not to my knowledge. Jean, the 'bracelet'."

Jean opened the small box, revealing a thin silver band bracelet with a very small silver emblem shaped like an "X" in a circle. It was solid and the ends did not meet so it just slipped on any wrist, preferably a feminine one.

What is this? She thought.

A bracelet. Jean smiled at Sarah's surprise. I am telepathic you know. And your thoughts, when directed at someone, can be heard by him or her, even if they can't reply or understand that someone is speaking to them. She spoke aloud, "It will monitor you, letting us know if anything goes wrong or changes."

Are you saying I'm going to alter more? She sighed as she slipped on the bracelet, feeling its cold touch. Why not? Stranger things have happened.

Xavier frowned, "Sarah, I would like to try something. I wish to probe your mind."

She quickly backed away. No way! I'd rather not go through that again.

"I understand your apprehension, but it will not be like Trevor's. He is still learning and I have done this for years. I promise, at the slightest sign of trouble, I'll keep it from causing you pain."

Trevor felt skeptical and Sarah knew. How, she didn't know. Somehow his emotions leaked through his shield. As well she could feel Caviar's firm belief that no harm would come to her. She glanced at Trevor and he nodded, and she felt his emotions shift and disappear. Feeling very worried and more then a little afraid, she looked at Xavier.

Trust me, his thought came soothingly and strangely familiar and reassuring. She sighed.

All right.

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Well, hope that satisfied some anxious readers. One of my longest chapters yet. And boy does my hand hurt. Yeah, I write it up and then type. My creative juices are getting tired. I still have a book to read for my correspondence, not to mention 500 page's collateral reading, an exegesis (BIG PAPER) and a major project. All to be done by February. Not to mention my art courses. Excuse me, I'm gonna go and weep a while now. *poooooorrr me* Cha!

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