Five

"Shit, talk about boring." The teenager muttered.
"Maybe you wouldn't be bored if you didn't blow it every time and always get caught in detention!" the teacher shouted.
"Hey," He shrugged. "Can I help it if I was just trying to, improve the fun around here?"
"Skating into class and nearly crashing into your English teacher is hardly an idea of fun Tobias!"
He leaned over his desk; his shoulder-length black hair fell around his face. "It's the last day of school Mr. Shrill, can't you just let me go?"
"It is the last day of school, and only you have detention."
"That must be a record of some kind."
"Tobias! You've had detention every week this entire school year and still you managed to graduate at the top of your class!" Mr. Shrill fumed. "How did you pull it off?"
Tobias looked up and smiled. "It's a secret!"
Mr. Shrill glared heavily down at him then turned away. "You can go." There was a popping sound and when he turned around the room was empty.

Tobias gathered speed and nailed the 540 on the invert ramp, just as he landed he looked at the front door to see Degas walking in with her long black hair billowing behind her. Tobias shouted her name in disbelief and tripped over himself.
Degas stood leaning against the wall as Tobias collected himself and ran over to her.
"The hell you doing here?"
"Nice you see you too Toby."
He ran his hand through her angel soft hair. "I wasn't expecting to see you so soon. I mean, last you left you looked pretty pissed."
"Pretty pissed?" she snorted. "Toby, you nearly killed me! Of course I was going to be 'pretty pissed' how could I not be?"
"I said I was sorry!"
She raised a finger. "And you swore to do anything to make up for it."
He stepped back and looked at her. "What are you getting at?"
Degas snapped her fingers and by her feet appeared Oz tied in a rope of fire. Toby looked down and blinked.
"What are you getting at?"
"This is Oz, the girl we were talking about sometime ago."
"Yes, and?"
"And I need you to get into her memories without her knowing."
"Will this make us even?"
"Even-stevens."
He smiled and rubbed his hands together and crouched beside the unconscious Oz. He slid his hands over her forehead and into her hair.
"NO!" her eyes shot open and she ripped her head back away from his touch. She glared at him and teleported away.
"Degas?" Toby looked up at her shocked. "She was alive?"
"Of course she was alive you twit!"
"I DON'T DO ALIVE!"
"What?"
"I can't read minds that are alive! Only dead minds are open to me."
Degas blinked. "Really? Huh, I didn't know that."
Toby shrugged. "Well, you do now."
She waved her hand. "Come on, we have to help her."
"Have your Marauders help you."
"They are all dead." She said as if it was nothing.
"Really?"
"Really Toby, they are dead, it is just her and me."
He sighed. "Fine, just, let me grab my board." He jogged off.

"OZ!" Logan shouted as he ran down the street.
Oz hid behind a tree as he stopped running and looked around.
"I know you're somewhere around here Oz, I can smell you."
"Are you inclining that I stink?" she asked.
He turned and heard her teleport. "No, your scent it unique," he breathed deeply. "Cedar and sage, that's your scent, I've only smelled it on you."
"You're trying to flatter me into coming out. It won't work."
"Why not?"
"You are all trying to harbor my brain of its information."
"I'm not."
"Why don't you go back and pine over your petty Jean Grey, she's alive and well."
"She loves Scott."
"That's never stopped you before."
"She's made her choice, like she said, 'marry the good guy'."
Oz jumped down from atop a streetlamp. "You could be the good guy."
"Obviously not to her." he lowered his head then looked at her.
She crossed her arms and arched her back. "So, what do you want?"
He smiled. "I want too many thing, but I do wish to talk to you."
"I'm here aren't I?"
"What is in your brain that everyone wants?"
She shrugged. "I don't know really. People put shit in there, and I can't get to it and Degas wants it so she can fully avenge the Marauders."
"You're friends?"
She rubbed her temples. "That's just it, you see, I don't remember any of them. Degas is convinced that it is apart of my trapped memory, but, I just don't remember and she wants to get in there and unlock everything so I can remember. But if that does happen then they'll know everything and. well, I don't want them too."
"Well why not?"
"I don't know." She looked up at the stars. "Something inside just doesn't feel right. Like there is something here and I am totally missing it and I cannot see it even though it is standing right under my nose!"
He watched her. "I know the feeling."
"I know you do, you have amnesia everything must feel like this to you."
"The Professor-"
"I know the Professor is a good guy, I know I could probably trust him with whatever is in my brain, but again, this feeling inside, it's like, whatever is in me, belongs to me and only me."
"Sounds a little selfish."
"I know that's what I really hate about it. I am normally not a selfish person."
"I know your not."
She turned her back to him but still kept her eyes on the stars.
"I know I just met you a couple days ago and all, but I feel as if I've known you all my life-"
"You have." A voice pierced the solitude of their conservation.
Oz looked over her shoulder; Degas and Tobias jumped off a wall and started to walk toward them.
"Logan, you have known her all your life. You knew her father, Daniel Conner, he was a very close friend to William Stryker."
"Degas," Oz stepped away from her. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm sick of playing good guy Oz," she sneered. "I've come for you and I won't leave until I get what I need from your precious little mind." She brought up her arm; through her palm a massive fireball appeared. Degas whipped it overhead and threw it at Oz.
It circled her and began to close in, Oz teleported out of the fiery circle and next to Logan.
"Degas!" Oz shouted.
"Finding Jean was good, I knew through her we'd be able to find you, of course, when we did find you, Tida and Morpheus had already been and we feared they let enough information through to you about us. Thank our lucky star that they didn't; you didn't remember anything about the Marauders. But your dreams did, at least we got to you before your brother did."
"Wait, I'm confused." Oz scratched her head.
"No, you're dead!"
Oz jumped and spun around; the fire circled her then shot off toward the sky. When she landed she had transformed into her true self. Her skin was blue, her tail came up over her shoulder and grabbed Logan's arm and she teleported away.

They appeared by the jet; Jean was sitting on the steps talking with Kurt and Storm. When they appeared Oz looked down at herself.
Logan looked at her; everyone else looked over at them.
"Shit." She muttered and looked at her arms and hands. Her body looked mostly human except for the fact that it was blue. "No, not here." She looked up at Logan who was looking at her.
"Oz,"
She stretched out her arms. "Well? What do you think now Logan? This is who I really am, this is what I really am."
Kurt walked toward her. "Oz,"
Logan shook his head and walked off.
"Logan!" she reached out but pulled herself back. She looked at Kurt who nodded toward a few trees. She looked over at Logan who kept walking away then she followed Kurt.
Kurt stopped by an oak tree; he turned and looked at her. "Oz, there is something I have to tell you."
She nodded and folded her arms over her stomach. "Yes?"
"Do you know who I am?"
She looked into his eyes and nodded. "Kurt Wagner a.k.a. the incredible Night Crawler."
He blinked. "Yes, but, also, I am your brother."