No I do not own any X-Men Evolution or GI Joe characters! Except of course for Althea, Trinity, Xi and baby Claudius. Stop bothering me pesky lawyers! Well I was in an angsty mood so I thought of this stuff up. This fic deals with Lance's past and Bobby's present. Full of sadness and sap here. Sniff…

Tremors of the Past

Chapter 1. Night Rounds

Admittedly, the night was the Blind Master's favorite time. Lately he had taken up the habit of casually walking around the boys' rooms and the grounds in order to make sure everything was all right before going to sleep himself. His senses and ninja training on the alert for anything that was out of place.

Tonight however something was wrong. He heard muffled cries coming from Lance's room. He frowned. Nightmares were common among the children but Lance rarely had any. He went into the room.

Lance tossed and turned violently in his sleep. Gently the Blind Master shook him. He sat up with a gasp, wild-eyed. "What…?" He looked around in the dark. "Who's there?"

"It's all right Avalanche, it is I," The Blind Master held him by the shoulder.

"Blind Master?" Lance blinked. He turned on the light. "What…what happened? I…I…" Tears started to leak from his eyes.

"Easy boy," The Blind Master comforted him. "It's all right. Hush now."

"Sorry," Lance looked away, ashamed of his weakness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He sat on the bed.

"It's…stupid," Lance absently ran his hand through his hair. "I just remember…feelings. Being trapped. Used…hurt…and…." He shuddered.

"Go on," The Blind Master said gently.

"I remember somehow in the dream I was in a cage of some sort," Lance told him. "A plastic cage and I couldn't get out or use my powers. Like I was in some kind of zoo someplace. And then these…people came…They were people from my past. Foster parents, Mystique, Magneto…even a social worker I really hated. They were…hurting me…laughing, jeering…and I was on display like an animal. Helpless." He twitched.

"It's all right my son," The Blind Master put an arm around him.

"I'm not like this," Lance defended himself. "I'm not weak."

"No one said you were."

"Then why am I acting like a little kid?" Lance snapped.

The Blind Master responded gently. "You are acting like a person who is in pain and needs to be understood."

"Yeah well I don't even get it sometimes," Lance grumbled. "I doubt anyone else will."

"There is much agony and pain in your spirit," The Blind Master said softly. "Your darker side feeds on it and threatens to overwhelm you."

"Now you sound like something out of Star Wars," Lance muttered.

"It is the truth. It's your fears and your experiences that are raging war inside you that causes you such unrest," He told Lance. "You are afraid that humans will tame you. Make you their slave. Like you have been harmed and used before."

"I'm not scared of humans!" Lance said defiantly. "Well…maybe not completely. But I'm not a little kid! I shouldn't need or want…." He couldn't bring himself to admit any more.

"Everyone needs reassurance now and then," The Blind Master told him. "I should know."

"You?" Lance blinked.

"I was a much older than you are when I lost my sight and a lot more battle hardened," He explained to the young mutant. "I thought it was the end of the world. Instead it turned out to be only the beginning. But I remember many a dark night…uh…no pun intended."

Lance grunted in pain. "You have another headache?" The Blind Master asked.

"Yeah," Lance grudgingly admitted.

"Come here," The Blind Master motioned for the boy to lean closer to him.

"Please don't leave me alone," Lance whispered softly. He was still shaking.

"I won't child," The Blind Master placed his hand on Lance's forehead. "Just lie back and rest now. I know some techniques that will soothe you."

Gently he began to massage Lance's forehead. Lance closed his eyes and began to breathe slowly as the Blind Master's rhythmic fingers eased the tension inside of him. He began to relax, forgetting the pain focusing only on the blind ninja's gentle touch on his forehead and face.

Soon Lance was sound asleep. "Poor child," The Blind Master sighed. "What dark things haunt your dreams? What could have possibly have happened to make you this way?" He tucked the teenager back into the bed and left the room.

Spirit was out there. "I heard…" He started to speak.

"Yeah he had another bad dream," The Blind Master said.

"He has so much pain and rage inside of him," Spirit sighed.

"If we are not careful, the rage inside him may take control," The Blind Master warned. "We must use the utmost caution in training him."

Next: While the usual fluff of the Lance/Kitty/ Peter triangle continues, a member of the X-Men is forced to face every mutant's worst nightmare. And I don't mean experimentation…