A/N: Sorry about my lack of updates yesterday but I had to baby sit. Fear not, I shall work extra hard today to make up for it.

Scott "Cyclops" Summers parked the sports car in the drive way before getting out, Damia tiredly followed him. Once she had reached the main land she went straight the nearest pay phone and called the Institute for a ride, the Professor sent Scott.

The giant oak doors stood before her, and she sighed in relief. It felt so good to be home. The doors swung open and she walked into the massive hall with the checkered floor. Damia was over come by the sudden urge to yell at the top of her lungs "I'm home" but she stifled it.

Damia went straight to the Professor's office knowing he'd want a word with her. The door swung open and she slipped into the room, quietly closing the door behind.

Professor Xavier was looking out his window but he didn't have to turn around to know that Damia was standing in the room. "Please, have a seat." She sat down as he turned to face her.

"Damia, welcome back," he said with a warming smile.

"Thank you, Professor," Damia returned quietly without looking in his eyes.

The Professor leaned forward in his wheelchair. "So, tell me about your experience with the Brotherhood."

With a sigh Damia told him all that had happened, beginning with Magneto asking her to join them and ending with Mort helping her escape. She knew it was pointless to leave out the part about waking up in bed with the green man but she couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry I didn't try to find Rogue. I'll go back for her after I've had some rest." Damia realized that she was hanging her head in shame but didn't do anything about it.

Again Xavier smiled. "Don't worry. I'll locate her exact coordinates using Cerebro and I'll send Logan and some others to get her back." He poured himself a cup of tea as he asked, "Would you like some?" At Damia's refusal he continued. "Let's talk about a certain Mortimer Toynbee."

Damia nearly fell off her chair at the mention of his name. This was the last thing she wanted to do. Discussing her feelings for a well known mutant terrorist was not one of Damia's top priorities but she knew she'd have to do it.

"As you've told me, he's helped you quite a bit." Again Xavier leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk and resting his chin in his hands. "That wasn't the only time you've encountered him, was it?" Damia shook her head in response, words failing her. "I believe when you first met Mr. Toynbee you helped him and let him leave without alerting anyone to his presence. Am I correct?" Again Damia only nodded. "I won't continue with your other encounters with him, I can see them all plainly in your thoughts. They stand out quite a bit in your memory, Damia."

Finally she looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry Professor, it all just sort of happened and-" she stopped when he held up his hand.

"There's no need to be sorry," He said in his calm, relaxing voice. "I understand completely."

Again Damia nearly fell off her chair before she managed to ask, "You do? But he's a criminal."

Charles Xavier laughed lightly in response to her questions. "Damia, he might be a terrorist and a henchman for Magneto but he showed you a great deal of kindness while you were with the Brotherhood. I believe you unearthed something in Mr. Toynbee that no one else saw before." He wheeled over to the door and sat in front of it for a minute. "Just remember, I don't disapprove but that's no reason to drop your guard. I don't doubt that Magneto knows as well and he might use this information in the worst way possible." He opened the door for Damia who stood up. "Now, you had a long trip and you look like you could use some rest."

Damia smiled at the professor and hugged him. "Thanks, Prof," she said before dashing to her room.

The first thing she did was take a hot shower and then she flopped onto her welcoming bed. So good to be home. Hello, bed. Did you miss me? The thoughts of a bed and people missing other people brought Toad to mind. She also remembered the Professor's words, a smile played across her lips and with a sigh of contentment she left her room.

The moment she walked into the rec room all eyes settled on her. It was like her first day all over again, the only difference was that the faces weren't warm and welcoming. They were all curious.

"Nymph," someone called from the other side of the room.

Damia looked up and smiled at her friend. "Iceman!" They ran to each other and embraced. When they pulled away she noticed how worried he still looked, even with a bit of relief. Damia's tone went somber when she spoke again. "I'm sorry, Bobby. I wouldn't have been able to find Rogue in that maze if I had been given the rest of my life."

Bobby frowned as he nodded, Damia hated to see her friend that way. "There is good news. The Prof is going to send a pick up for her. She'll be back here in no time."

There was that smile she had been looking for. "Thanks, Damia. Oh, I have to go. I'll see you later." Bobby hurried off before Damia could respond.

With a smile she walked through the rec room. It really was good to be back at the X-mansion.

She had finally mad it outside when two hands wrapped around her waist from behind, Damia froze. She had no idea whose hands were on her but whoever it was going to be in pain if they didn't let go. A voice in her ear identified the person.

"Hey, baby. Did you miss me," asked none other than Pyro.

"Let go of me, please," Damia growled back to him.

Pyro laughed quietly in her ear. "You know you love me. Don't resist it, Nymph."

Damia's eyes widened and she scoffed at him. "Give it up, John. I love-" she stopped suddenly when she realized what she was about to say.

His arms tightened around her as he said, "It doesn't matter who you think you love. You'll be mine in the end." Never before had he been this threatening in his advances. If he's this bad with me then what would he be like with...Damia suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

"You have to the count of three to let go of me," she said viscously and swallowing her fear. His arms just tightened even more and Damia winced. Forget about three! Damia thought about winter. If she could just get it work...

The temperature began to drop rapidly and Damia had to suppress a shiver. While holding the coldness steadily in her mind she turned her attention to the wind. A huge gust of wind engulfed her and Pyro. His arms left her waist to so he could shield himself from the icy cold blasts and he ran for the cover of the mansion.

Damia sat on the ground as the wind stopped and the temperature returned to normal. She was exhausted and her breaths came in ragged pants. Never before had she been able to control the seasons at will, usually it was when she was only when she overcome by emotion that she could get the seasons to shift. Of course when she went barefoot the plants that her feet touched would go through them but she never meant for that to happen.

With a shaky sigh Damia fell back on the grass. There had only been one thought on her mind while she called the wind and the winter. It was Mortimer "Toad" Toynbee that she thought of when Pyro had his arms around her. She had been afraid that if she told Pyro who she loved, Mortimer might be put in danger. It always seems to be that whenever I think of him being in trouble I get control over my second ability.

With a deep sigh Damia murmured, "Oh, Mortimer. If only you were here."

Sorry, this one kinda sucked. I promise I'll make up for it.