"Explain to me again why you wouldn't let me teleport us," Nathan said shifting in seat, trying his best to get comfortable, but it was a impossible task. Even first class seats were not made with someone of his height and bulk in mind.

Domino sighed and stuffed the Sky Mall catalog she'd been flipping through into the pocket of the seat in front of her. "Because I don't enjoy having my molecules dispersed across the Atlantic."

"That's not what happens."

"Then what happens, Nathan?" Domino said fixing him questioning violet stare and a cocked eyebrow.

"Well, you know, I- um- you know."

"No, I don't know."

Nathan sighed. "Honestly, I don't exactly know. I just happens."

"Well, I wouldn't want to just "happen" to teleport inside of a wall. You know the way that damn place gets razed

every other week. Everything's probably not the same as you remember it."

"Point. I just hate flying commercial."

"Who doesn't? Anyway, Nate, what's with you sprouting all these new powers?"

"My telekinesis were always restrained by the T-O virus, I guess purging it kick started a latent teleportation ability."

"Maybe it's a secondary mutation."

"A what?"

"Secondary mutation. A lot of mutants have been going through weird changes lately."

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"Explain to me again why we're here?" Domino asked following Nathan into Saks Fifth Avenue.

"Because I feel bad about leaving all your stuff under a snow drift."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh c'mon, Dom. Why do you always think I have some underhanded motive. Can't I just be nice?" Nathan asked slightly annoyed as he followed her around the racks of clothes.

"I don't know can you? Mr. Nathan Christopher Charles Dayspring Askani'son Summers, I'm not sneaky I'm just mysterious and I'm not megalomaniacal, I'm just the mutant messiah."

Nathan's eye flashed as he frowned down at her. "I thought you said 'What is is. Let's move on.'"

Domino rolled her eyes. "Geez, Nate. I was just teasing. You have been quite nice on several occasions."

"Oh."

"Excuse me," Domino said to the sales girl holding out a shirt. "You wouldn't happen to have this in purple?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be right back."

Domino turned her attention back to Nathan. " I still think there's an ulterior motive behind this little shopping spree.

Could it be you're avoiding the happy little Summer's family re-union?"

"On the contrary," he smiled slightly almost painfully. "I'm avoiding the unhappy Summer's family re-union."

"Oooh, you're right. On second thought, I'll stay in New York. You go down to Westchester by yourself."

"Here you go, ma'am," the sales girl came back with her shirt. "May I show you to a fitting room?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Domino followed her into the dressing area and the sales. Nathan took a seat in a waiting area outside.

"May I get you some coffee or tea, sir?"

"Coffee. Thanks," he told the girl and then called out to Domino. "Oh, come on, Dom. It's not all that bad. You don't give them a chance."

"Jean's okay, but she's just too damn huggy feely. She give me the creeps. You know I don't like people to violate my personal space."

"And don't I have the scars to prove it."

"And your dad's just an uptight asshole."

"He is uptight, but he's not an asshole."

"Yes, he is. He's having an affair with Emma Frost."

"He what? How do you know?"

"Everyone knows except Jean. How a telepath doesn't know her husband's screwing around, I'll never know. I guess she doesn't want to know. God, I'd like to be a fly on the wall when she telekinetically rips their little heads off. Hey, maybe Logan can catch her on the rebound. Wouldn't that be fun, Nate? Logan as your stepfather. But would the husband of the genetic template of you mother be your stepfather? Nate? Are you okay?" Domino stepped out of the dressing room to see him staring off into space. "Nate?"

"It's Trish Tilby."

"So? It's not like you don't see her on the news every night." Domino looked around but she didn't see the famous newswoman.

"No, she's in trouble."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"What is this, now? 'Cosmic awareness' ? Who the fuck do you think you are now? Captain Marvel?"

"What do you know about Captain Marvel?"

"Hey, I keep up with what's happening in the super-hero community."

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McCoy, get to the med-lab NOW!

"Who was that screaming in your mind, Dr McCoy?" the five blondes in the front row asked, but Hank just bolted out of the classroom without a word and ran to the med-lab as fast as he could. Dread curled up in the pit of his stomach, as his mind ran over the possibilities that could have brought the prodigal Summers back so unexpectedly and urgently. Hank slid into the med-lab, but it was empty except for the comatose Havok.

"Cable? Nathan?" he called. Then there was a brief flash of light and suddenly Domino and Nathan carrying a bloody mass of flesh appeared. "Oh, my st-"

"It's Trish Tilby," Nathan interrupted.

"Fuck," Hank barely breathed. This was not one of the possible emergencies he had imagined. Then he snapped into Doctor mode. "Put her on the table, Nathan."

Nathan complied and Hank began looking her over to determine the extent of her injuries. He would never have even recognized her. "Computer, locate and alert Xorn and Annie of a medical emergency."

"What do you need, McCoy?" Domino asked.

"A miracle," Hank said as he began to rip the remaining clothes off of Trish.

Xorn came charging to the bedside "You called, Hank?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you're her only hope," he responded.

Annie ran in close at Xorn's heals. "What's wrong- Oh, my God!"

"C'mon, Dom. There's nothing else we can do," Nathan said and Domino followed him out of the med-lab. They began walking down the hall and Nathan collapsed against one of the walls.

"Nate, are you okay?" Domino knelt beside him.

"I'm okay, Dom. Just let me rest a minute. It took a lot out of me keeping her alive."

" 'Keeping her alive?' What do you mean, Nate?"

"Oh, didn't I mention it? I now seem to have the ability to share my life force and draw on others."

Domino sighed and used the edge of her shirt to wipe some of Trish's blood of his face. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't be any fun if I wasn't, would it? Besides, you're one to talk, but I like you that way." He drew her face down to his and was about to kiss her when Jean Grey-Summers came sprinting down the hallway.

"Nathan, you're back! What happened? My God, are you okay?" Jean gasped seeing Nathan covered in blood.

"I'm fine. This isn't my blood," he said struggling to his feet, but he couldn't quite make it. Domino was instantly at his side supporting him. "I just need to rest for a little while."

"Jean, you want to point us in the direction of a bed?" Domino asked. "The layout of this joint has changed."

"I've got him, Domino," Jean telekinetically lifted him and began down the hallway. "This way."

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"Can you tell us what happened to Miss Tilby, Domino?" Professor Xavier asked.

She looked around the waiting room of the infirmary. Logan beside her, Jean and Xavier across from her and Emma

Frost leaning languidly against the doorframe. They were all staring at her waiting for answers. She wished she would have passed out with Nathan.

"I'm not sure myself. Nate and I were in Saks. I was trying on some stuff and we were talking. Then he just zones out and say's Trish Tilby's in trouble. Then all of a sudden he just teleports us to her apartment and there she is bleeding on the floor, beaten to a pulp. No sign of her attackers. Nate grabs her and we teleport here."

"What's with the tin man teleportin' all over creation, Dom?" Logan asked, but she could only shrug before Jean snapped , "Logan, why do you of all people call Nathan "tin man"?"

"It ain't about the metal in his body, Red. It's the lack of a heart."

"Ooh. A literary allusion from the wild man. How shocking. I didn't even know you could read," Emma said smirking.

"And you must be the wicked witch of the west," Jean responded.

"An all-telepath cat fight. How exciting," Domino murmured to Logan

"Ladies, please." Xavier injected. "Jean, I know you're under a lot stress but-"

He trailed off as Hank walked into the waiting room covered in more blood than it seemed possible to come from one woman. He looked on the verge of exhausted collapse. He had been in the operating room for about five hours already. Jean telekinetically pushed a chair over to him. He sat down gratefully. "She is alive and relatively stable. That's the most to be said. I need to call Forge," he said getting up suddenly and walking out of the room. They all looked curiously up at Xorn who stood in the doorway.

"Hank had to amputate her right arm and perhaps soon both her legs unless something can be done. Her knees are pulverized. I can't heal them. Or her face."

"This is nuts." Logan smashed out his stogie in irritation. "I couldn't stand the broad but she didn't deserve this."