Hello All! The name's Beck, and yes this is my first Fic. Well, sorta. I've been writing stories, but haven't gotten around to typing them till recently. Heh. This is just the fic I'm using to get used to the site. It's actually not bad, but I'm not really serious. So this is a little bit of a challenge. Not putting random explosions and all.

Disclaimer: I own not X-men, nor it's characters. If I did, you think I'd be spending my extra time here? Oh, and the song, Pretty Little Adrianna, belons to Vince Gill. If I could sing like him, I'd be considered a mutant.

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Piotr carefully put the finishing touches on the painting of a beautiful young girl. The radio was playing softly, but his mind was on the painting. Her eyes had such a look of innocent happiness. It was the look of a child whom anyone would love.

He missed her.

You sure have a pretty smile

It sure has been a while

Since I've felt your touch

You've got the sweetest way

I think about you every day

I miss you so much

The song on the radio suddenly caught his attention. It was practically describing his darling Illiyania.

Oh my pretty little Adriana

Are you lonesome tonight

Oh my pretty little Adriana

I'll find you when it all feels right

He sat quietly, thinking about how he would rejoin his family once Magneto was through with him.

You're so soft and innocent

The sweetest night I ever spent

Was being held in your embrace

You're such a gentle soul

It's killing me to know

When will I see your face

Piotr almost had to wipe a tear from his eyes when he remembered her hugs. But no tears came. Because soldiers don't cry.

Oh my pretty little Adriana

Are you lonesome tonight

Oh my pretty little Adriana

I'll find you when it all feels right

Oh my pretty little Adriana

Are you lonesome tonight

Oh my pretty little Adriana

I'll find you when it all feels right

Oh my pretty little Adriana

Are you lonesome tonight

Oh my pretty little Adriana

I'll find you when it all feels right

Adriana

Adriana

"Illiyana." Poitr took up his brushes again. He wanted to finish his portrait of his sister. He didn't want to forget the most important face in his life.