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Chapter 5

Ava woke when the light began to filter into her room but she didn't feel relaxed. She still felt groggy and it felt as if there was something stuck to her face. Reaching up she found a bit of paper.

"Yuck" she muttered as she pulled it off.

At first she didn't realise where she was but as her mind began to wake up she recalled what had happened over the past few days.

"School. Have to get ready" she mumbled as she saw her homework strewn around.

She thought back to last night and seeing Magneto which made her feel worse. She dragged a brush through her hair cursing every knot that it hit then pulled on some board shorts and a blue tank top. As an after thought she chucked on a hooded sweatshirt. Grabbing up her books she wandered downstairs.

"So where's breakfast?" someone quipped.

Turning she saw Lance sitting at the table with his feet up on said table. Ava was not in the mood to be understanding this morning and she brutally pushed his feet off the table making him loose his balance and fall backwards.

"What was that for?" he demanded as she walked towards the door.

"No reason. I'm walking to school" she said with a wave.

~*~

Professor Xavier moved his chair behind his desk while he went over what Rogue's visitor had told her. She had come rushing in the night before, eyes wide and worried. Once she had told him what Gambit had said he nodded grimly telling her that her theory had been right.

Now, though, was the hard part. Ava seemed to be quite content to stay with the Brotherhood but he assumed that was because she was told to go there. Charles knew Eric well enough to know that he would want someone on the inside of either place since he had been having trouble with Mystique as of late.

He just didn't know why he had gotten Ava. She had admitted that she had little control but still he couldn't figure out why Eric found her so necessary.

"Professor, are you okay?"

Charles glanced up and saw Jean standing in the doorway, looking worried as she did for all of the younger students. Even those who weren't in the institute.

"Yes, Jean. I am quite well. I am just thinking about Ava Jensen. There must be something more to her."

He watched as Jean nodded. He had explained to his X-Men about the visitor, and what he had alluded to, last night. He had hoped that they might have noticed something more about the way the girl acted.

"You mean what does Magneto have on her?"

Charles saw Scott come up behind Jean.

"Exactly, Scott."

~*~

The cage was small and cramped for the four people inside but they had been there so long that they were almost getting used to their new home. They weren't treated badly but they weren't treated well either.

"I can't believe she hid this from us" a tall male growled.

"Of course she hid it. She saw how you reacted with the whole mutant protests. What did you think she would say dad?" another voice said.

"Both of you be quiet. She had her reasons and she still cares for us. Isn't that enough?" a soft feminine voice sighed.

The father and son looked very similar making it hard to deny their relationship. They had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. The woman on the other hand had dark hair and green eyes.

"Did anyone ever tell you how much your daughter looks like you?" a voice startled them.

All of them turned to see the last occupant of the cage. He was a tall boy with light brown hair that fell into his eyes, which were a stormy grey colour.

"She's not my daughter anymore" Mr. Jensen declared in a harsh tone.

"Then what is she? Is she nobody? Adam knows why she did it" the boy stated turning to the younger version of Mr. Jensen.

"She lied to us and she's...she isn't human" Mr. Jensen spat.

His wife began to cry softly, hugging her knees to her chest and he went to comfort her.

"What do you know about her, Ben? What do you know that you aren't telling us?" Ava's brother turned on the other captive. But Ben turned away and stared blankly out of the cage.

~*~

Ava arrival at the high school and sat in the quad, watching as students began to arrive. She was having an internal debate with herself, arguing over what she was doing and what she was going to do. She looked down at her hands at that point and realised, with horror that she hadn't put any gloves on today.

"Oh no. This isn't good."

"Ava, hey. Remember me? It's Scott" someone came running up behind her.

"Um yeah, I remember. Just don't come to close. I am going through a slight crisis at the moment" she told the teen as she backed away a bit.

The last thing that she needed was people having nightmares in the middle of the school.

"What is it?" she heard him ask.

"I forgot my gloves. I don't want to hurt anyone" she nearly cried.

She felt as if she was losing control as her mind began to fill with fears that were radiating off the students as they passed. She hadn't touched them so they couldn't be real but ever since she had arrived here her minimal control was almost gone. She sat down and tried to concentrate but all the fears where beginning to make her sick.

A student walked past and she almost cried. He was scared of insects, big crawling bugs with huge pincers. Another one was scared of the dark. Another of small places. Heights, monsters, dying, being alone. The fears of others flashed through her mind. She tried not to focus on them though part of her mind told her that this wasn't possible.

"I have to touch them first" she cried out.

~*~

Scott watched her with alarm as she fell, her hands were up around her head and her eyes seemed vacant.
"Oh man. What do I do?" he asked himself.

She began to shake on the ground then curled up into a little ball, muttering to herself.

"It's okay Scott" he heard a voice from behind him.

He heard the Professor's wheelchair stop beside him.

"How did you know?" he asked, surprised.

"I could hear your worry from the Institute and I had Logan drive me here."

Scott turned and saw the familiar figure of Logan glaring out over the Professor's shoulder.

Just as the Professor had motioned to Logan to pick the girl up and loud noise was heard. Scott turned sharply and saw Toad, Lance and Pietro storming towards them, followed by someone that he didn't know but guessed was Mystique in disguise.

"Don't worry yourself, Charles. I will take care of her" the fourth person said, making her eyes flash as a warning.

Scott geared himself up for a fight and heard Logan growl something under his breath.

"Okay then, Mystique. Logan, if you would kindly hand Ava over to Mystique and we will be on our way" the Professor replied.

Scott stared at the Professor in disbelief and watched as Logan did as he was told. Scott didn't know what was going on here and he felt slightly peeved at being left out of the loop.

"Thank you, Charles" Mystique smirked as she carried the still form or Ava away.

"What was that for, Professor?" Scott demanded, his brow twitching.

"We cannot take her away from where she lives without her agreement. Mystique will not harm her and it was rather handy to have those boys here as Pietro has quite an interesting mind" he replied simply.

Scott watched as the Professor guided his wheelchair back towards the entrance of the school then, upon hearing the bell, made his way to class.

~*~

Charles sat in the backseat of the car as Logan drove, mulling over what had happened.

"So what's up with her?" Logan asked.

"I think her power is affecting herself. I think that she does not have enough control over it and it is affecting her."

"Huh?"

"In short I think her power was playing tricks on her mind. When she was on the ground I was able to see into her mind. Only slightly though, but it was enough to see what her greatest fear was" Charles replied, frowning.

~*~

"You have got to be kidding me?" Ava groaned as she sat up.

She felt like such a weakling for passing out again.

"I must say that you startled the good Professor" she heard a throaty laugh.

Standing in the corner of her room was Mystique, her eyes staring straight at her.

"Did I hurt anyone?"

"Unfortunately no."

"I think I am in the wrong place" Ava admitted freely.

"And what do you mean by that?"

"I think I should be at the institute. You know learning control and all that. Not here where I may hurt any number of you" Ava sighed.

She readied herself for the brutal backlash of that statement but Mystique only smiled.

"You wanted to go in as a spy? Well go ahead. You can report to Lance or Todd or any of them" Mystique told her.

Ava looked up in surprise then her eyes narrowed.

"And the catch is?"

She watched as Mystique smiled.

"No catch, as long as you do as you said. You become a spy, not an X-Man."

Ava stood up, stretching and gave Mystique a smile.

"What did I tell you about lying?" she reminded the blue skinned lady.

Mystique just laughed at that and without warning hit Ava across the face, leaving a red mark and the beginning of a bruise.

"What the hell?" Ava said in surprise as she reached up to touch her cheek.

"Well they will want to know why you swapped sides, so I gave you an easy cover to remember. Now get out" Mystique yelled.

Ava scrambled forwards grabbing her bag and a few of her new clothes. Without a second glance she ran out of the house and back towards the school. It was only half way through the day and she surmised that everyone would still be at the school.

She arrived at the school just on lunchtime and walked towards the cafeteria, avoiding people as much as possible. She looked around the room and saw Kurt sitting with Scott and Kitty. Feeling not very brave she made her way towards them.

"Um. I was wondering if I could meet with you Professor" she said timidly.

She watched as all three people around the table glanced up at her in surprised. Their looks changed to concern and anger as they noted the welt on her cheek.

"What happened?" Scott asked.

"Mystique."

To be continued.