Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, names, etc. from X-Men (the movie, comics, etc.) I only own Rori and Orlando.

A/N: Sorry I left out the part where they get inside the room, but I'm writing this like a movie. Ya know, like how they skip scenes and just get on to the interesting parts...In this chapter I'll be using the real names of some characters and the mutant names for others. (Partly because I don't know them and partly because it's easier.)

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{ Setting }

Rori, Kitty, Kirk, Scott, Logan, Ororo, Rogue, and Pyro were all in an underground room beneath the school. Rori was still shaken from the nightmare and was trying desperately to calm down. Everyone else in the room was waiting patiently for an answer to what had just happened. And because everyone was still thinking about what had just happened, the room was completely silently except for Rori's heavy breathing. Logan was the first to break the silence.

"What the hell was that," he asked. Everyone, minus Rori, turned to look at him. Scott glared at him and shook his head. "What? Everyone's thinking it," reasoned Logan. "I'm just the only one who said it."

"It was just a dream," said Rori putting her head in her hands and resting her elbows on her knees. "Just a dream," she muttered.

"It was more than just a dream," countered Rogue, a bit of southern accent in her voice. "The whole school was shaking. No normal dream does that."

"Yeah. Your powers were going crazy. It was like you lost control," Pyro flicked open his lighter, "and all hell was breaking loose."

Rori looked up. "I did lose control of my powers, but still, it was just a dream. It didn't mean a thing." She leaned back. "You can't tell me that none of you have ever had a nightmare before. I just got caught up in the dream and lost control." She was about to get up and leave when Logan said:

"Are you sure it didn't have to do with the premonition you had today?" Logan looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Or with - "

"Me," asked a voice. Everyone turned towards the door and saw Orlando, the mutant who was brought in earlier, standing there, leaning against the side of the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there," asked Scott annoyed that he hadn't noticed. "And where is Professor Xavier?"

Orlando pushed off the doorway and stood on his own two feet. "Don't worry. I didn't hear anything important." He brushed a few strands of hair away from his face and continued. "Xavier is upstairs in the library. He sent me down here."

"What for?" Logan was becoming a bit suspicious.

Orlando shrugged. "If you want I can just leave." He started to turn around when Rori yelled:

"Wait! I need to talk to you." Once again everyone turned to look, only this time at Rori. However, Rori ignored them. "Would you mind," she asked Orlando.

Orlando looked a little surprised. "Um. Well, I guess not." He had a slight English accent.

"Good." Rori got up and walked towards Orlando. They left the rest of the mutants in the room looking bewildered and went to find a quiet place to talk.

{ At a bench besides the woods that surround the school. Both Rori and Orlando are seated. }

"It was about me wasn't it," asked Orlando. Rori didn't look at him but nodded. "What did you see," he asked, his head now turned fully towards her.

Rori glanced at Orlando but didn't say anything. [ Just do it. ] Rori shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned to face Orlando, but wouldn't look him in the face, and began.

"It was about the premonition I had. About you." Rori looked up to see his expression. Orlando seemed not at all surprised, only confused. Rori took another deep breath and said, "It was about a little boy. He was standing behind a door, watching a man and woman – his parents I'm assuming – fight. The man was screaming about the little boy. He said that the boy was a mutant and that he didn't want a mutant living under his roof. The woman shouted back that he was their son and that they were not going to throw their son out onto the street." She paused to examine his face, to see if he knew what she was talking about. Orlando only looked back at her. His eyes seemed as though they were asking her to go on. So she did.

"The man turned away from the woman and saw the boy watching him. He started toward him, yelling and threatening him. The woman screamed for him to leave the boy alone, but he wouldn't. The man continued to advance toward the boy. The boy screamed and started crying. He quickly closed the door and took a step back, but hit a wall. He was inside a closet." Orlando squirmed in his seat as though he was uncomfortable, but Rori didn't notice. "The boy tried to lock the door, but there wasn't one. He started to cry even harder then through himself against the back wall. He sank to the floor, the man's threats getting louder. Then the door swung open and the man tried to get through the door frame but something was stopping him. Like an invisible force that no one could see." Rori looked into Orlando's eyes. "It was ice. Ice was stopping him from getting to the boy. And it was the boy who had created the wall of ice. He had placed his hands on the ground and the ice crept from his hands toward the door. It–"

"Traveled up the door and formed a three-inch thick wall." Orlando looked at Rori. "That little boy was me. I was hiding from my father."

Rori was a bit taken aback, but managed to say, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," answered Orlando. "It was all in the past right?" He laughed a nervous, anxious laugh. Rori looked away, toward the school, somewhat embarrassed.

"But there's something I don't understand," she said slowly, unsure of her words.

"What?" Orlando looked at the side of her face. Rori turned to look back at him.

"Um. Well. I," she stuttered. [ Say it now or never. ] "I usually get premonitions for a reason."

"So?"

"So I think I'm supposed to help you with something."

Orlando raised his eyes brows. "Well, maybe your premonition was wrong. I don't need help. Not anymore, anyway. You already took care of that." He smiled while placing a hand over his stomach.

Rori smiled back. "Maybe you're right. But I still think that I had that premonition for a reason."

"So it was about your premonition then," someone said. Rori shot out of her seat and whipped around to see Scott standing behind the bench, glaring down at Orlando.