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The world was a blur as Pietro's eyes opened. Once again he saw Jean Gray hovering above him. 'Grrrrrr.......,' he thought, 'This is becoming way too routine.'
She smiled as he began to come to. She opened her mouth to tell him something but was cut off as the doctor whispered something into her ear.
"Um, Pietro," she smiled shakily, "I have to go. But Lance is coming to check on you and Wanda is here and wants to see you too." He quirked an eyebrow at her. She was hiding something. He could tell.
"What happened?" he asked her confused. She shook her head as she began to walk out.
"I really have to go Pietro. The professor needs to speak with me." She told him as she reached the door.
Suddenly the handle to the door seemed to melt. "What on..?" she looked over to see Pietro's eyes slightly different. How did he keep doing these things? Using her powers to pull open the door she rushed to the professor's office.
She reached the large oak doors in a matter of minutes. She put her hand on the handle only to hesitate. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She mumbled quietly to herself.
"Not at all Jean. Please come on in." she heard the Professor's voice from inside the closed doors. With a tug of her hands the doors gave way and opened. She walked into the room somewhat nervously.
Xavier looked up at her from what seemed to be a very interesting manila file of some sort. He motioned to a chair in front of his desk. "Please Jean sit." He told her as he closed the file and folded his hands together.
"There's no need to be nervous," he started, "You are in absolutely no sort of trouble." He informed. At this a slightly more comfortable silence settled over them. "I just wanted to ask you if you could relay the information of the events that occurred yesterday. That way maybe we can figure out what is going on."
"But Professor," she spoke slowly as if confused, "I thought you knew what was going on." He shook his head at her somewhat sadly.
"Regrettably I can't explain what I heard. However I thought it would be prominent to inform you of Pietro's new powers as you are the only one to see them at work."
She leaned forward in her seat somewhat anxiously. "Well, um is there any particular reason you wanted to share this with me?" He nodded at her slightly.
"Indeed there is Jean." He told her firmly, "As of right now only the staff knows what Pietro's exact powers are. We thought we should wait until further research before we informed him or the brotherhood of them. If the information were relayed back to Magneto the results would be disastrous."
"Well," Jean paused, a thoughtful look on her face, "Magneto wouldn't manipulate Pietro...would he?" she asked somewhat shocked. "And just what are Pietro's powers that would be useful to him?"
"Magneto once before used Wanda and I see no reason why he would hesitate to try and use Pietro." Xavier told her as she nodded, remembering the situation. "Pietro's powers, as you know, deal with natural elements. However," he paused, seemingly for effect, "This ability to control natural things goes beyond powers like Storm's or Lance's or even Magneto's, Iceman's Pyro's...I could go on."
She looked at him at a loss for words. "Wait," she stated holding up her hands, "are you trying to tell me that he can control anything that has some form of nature in it? That could be anything!" She said flabbergasted.
The professor nodded. "Yes." He stated, "He can control anything from the wood in tables, the water in the ocean, to the very blood that runs through our veins, and even after that he can control the iron in our blood."
It is a very, extremely all powerful gift. Fortunately he has not learned how to control or use his powers yet. However after last night's little incident we cannot be sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But we do know that if Pietro's new found powers wound up in the wrong hands...I don't believe I need to inform you of the consequences?"
Jean bit her lip as her head shook involuntarily. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Utter destruction.
Pietro, still slightly dizzy from his sudden awaking folded his arms behind his head as he took a look around the room he was in.
White sheets, white walls, white light, white table.....white...white...white. 'Wow,' he thought to himself, 'If I didn't like my hair so much I'd probably die it just so I wouldn't be ....freaking....white!'
Suddenly there was a knock on the...white door....as it slowly opened to reveal a pair of icy blue eyes identical to his own.
He remained silent for a moment or two. "Wanda." He stated somewhat curtly. She looked at him softly for a moment. "Pietro." She sighed as she took a seat next to his bed. "Pietro," she bit her lip as if searching for a way to get out what she wanted to say.
"I remember Pietro," she said at last, "I remember everything," there was a sullen tone in her voice that told him how betrayed she felt without really saying anything.
He swallowed as tears began to cloud his vision. All he ever did was hurt her. He was just like his father. "No Pietro!" she exclaimed suddenly, standing up. "You aren't like him! I'm so sorry I ever thought you were!"
He gasped in surprise as she flung her arms around him in a tight embrace. But he didn't pull away.
The tears rolled down his porcelain like cheeks as he hugged her back. Closing his eyes he raised his face heavenward. When was the last time he had the luxury of hugging his little sister?
"Older by two minutes." She mumbled stubbornly into his chest. He looked down at her.
"What?" he asked. She looked up at him. "I didn't say anything." She told him. He shook his head at her. Disbelief etched on his face as he pointed his finger at her.
"Yes you did." He argued with her, "you said, 'Older by two minutes.'" He told her.
"No I didn't. I just thought it when you said that I was your younger sister." She informed him. He shook his head at her.
"But I was just thinking that...wait. Do you think we might have..."
"ESP?" Wanda finished for him. "It seems very probable doesn't it?" He nodded at her statement and it was obvious to Wanda that his mind was elsewhere. She also found it interesting how he brushed off the fact that they could read each other's mind. Yet from what she heard it was not the strangest thing to have happened to him as of late.
They stayed in the same position for a moment or two. Drowning in the peacefully comfortable silence that had been grace upon them.
Finally Pietro spoke...his voice whispery and clear in the cold, empty white room. "Wanda...if you know everything....why don't you still hate me?" he asked her. Yet she certainly did not need ESP to know that it had been what was plaguing his mind.
"Well Pietro," she began slowly as if speaking to a child. She could tell he was in a somewhat fragile state, "Because I had a lot of time to think. And along with my memories of the past I had the memory of my misery. I was so lonely and bitter. And I remembered what you said to me. You wanted to make things right. I had forgiven you long ago. In truth I knew that, I just hadn't come to terms with it yet. But I knew that if I truly wanted to be happy...I had to forgive those I deemed responsible for my unhappiness. If I didn't.....well, then I may have never moved on."
That said she looked up to him from her position at his side. He smiled at her, because at that moment there were no words. He was simply...happy. He stayed like that for nearly two more seconds until he looked at the ceiling, a smirk etched into his features.
"So," he began with a curious tone in his voice, "Are you really two minutes older than me?" she shook her head at him
"Do you even have to ask?" she laughed tapping the side of her head. He smiled at her, and she at him. And they both knew that things would be alright between them again.
"With all due respect Professor," Jean began, "but why are you trusting me with all this information.
"Well Jean, that's another thing I wanted to talk to you about." The professor said with a smile on his face, as if concealing an inside joke of some sort. "You are the only one to have been in contact with Pietro both times he used his powers. As I stated before, you may recall."
Jean nodded, she had. She made a motion for the Professor to continue. He nodded slightly as he did so. "And seeing as we are still working on a way to A: keep his powers under control, B: keep him safe and sound away from his father, and C: try to get him to let us help him and Lance, we need someone to watch him. Keep an eye on him. Be his....care taker of sorts. And it seemed to me that well...you would be the most obvious choice."
"Umm..." she started her bright emerald eyes held a look of disbelief, "what?" she asked dumbly.
"I hope I'm not interrupting some sort of brother sister bonding moment or anything." Lance said as he poked his head into Pietro's little medical room, not sounding all that sorry.
"You were but eh, what the hell right? We'll probably have sooo many more." Pietro said irritated. Lance rolled his eyes.
"I came to see if you were alright but I am so obviously not wanted, so I'll just leave." He stated as he spun on his heel to exit. However Wanda stopped him with a smile on her face as she watched the two best friends (though Lance nor Pietro would admit it after the betrayal) quarrel.
"I was just leaving." She told Lance as she stood and left with a short bye to Pietro, Leaving the two friends alone for one of the first times since Pietro's return.
"So," Lance began in a bold move as he tried to break the uncomfortable silence. Pietro sighed as Lance began. He wasn't very good at this was he?
"It seems weird," the rock tumbler began, "you and me not being friends, I mean." He trailed off slightly. The dove haired boy looked at the white sheets clutched in his equally pale hands. He leaned back.
"No...it doesn't does it?" he asked more to himself than to Lance. "But that's what I get every time I choose him over someone important...isn't it?" He spoke in a whisper. Lance remained silent. This was personal for Pietro. Plus it was one of the few times he was allowed the privilege to hear what Pietro had to say.
"I mean..." Pietro began inarticulately. The one time he got a chance for Lance or any of his friends to listen and he didn't know what to say? This wasn't something he could let slip by. "It's like I always ask myself why things can't be the way they use to. And the thing is that they can. I just keep messing up, you know?" he said in a desperate attempt to make Lance understand.
He smiled when Lance nodded. He knew he would understand. "I just think," he paused to give Lance a serious look. A reserved look he only broke out when he was going to suggest something serious. "I just think it's time for a change...a really big change."
Lance stared him down. "Just what are you implying?" he asked the young speed demon. "Are you thinking what I think your thinking?" Pietro shrugged.
"What do you think I'm thinking?" Pietro asked him. Lance stared at him. "You want to break away from Magneto?" he asked dumbfounded. "Pietro, do you have any idea how dangerous that could be for you?" he asked the boy.
Pietro glared at him. "No," he drawled sarcastically. "I only realized that he will kill me when he finds out of my "betrayal" and throw away countless years of my "loyalty" to see that I am severely "punished". But no I have no idea what I'm thinking of...how about you?" he shot back venomously. "And besides I was kind of hoping...I dunno...that y'all would come with me?" he confessed sheepishly.
Lance blinked in the silence..."Wha?" he asked dumbly. Pietro shot him a look that said 'you know exactly what I said so don't make me repeat myself.' "This is...um kind of sudden Pietro. This brotherhood is well...for us...it's all we've ever really had."
Pietro nodded, "I know." He told Lance earnestly, "But...things are getting serious Lance. And we can't hang in the balance forever. Just to let Magneto order us around...we have brains Lance." Here there was silence. "Maybe it's about time we use them."
Lance stood there shocked, "Well...um...what options were you leaning to?" Pietro bit his lip as if about to shed his last ounce of dignity.
"Well I thought that...um...well considering this situations of ours...that well the um...X-men would be our best choice." Wincing at that last sentence he looked up into Lance's eyes.
Lance stared back. The silence was suffocating. "Come again?" he asked. The silence continued. As did the staring.
DigitalAngel4U: Well you might think I didn't write more because I do not know where this is going but I do actually. I just wanted to see if anyone likes where this is going. Review if you do please! Next chapter you'll see both Lance's and Jean's answers will be! Please Review if you like, love, hate or just want to critique me!
The world was a blur as Pietro's eyes opened. Once again he saw Jean Gray hovering above him. 'Grrrrrr.......,' he thought, 'This is becoming way too routine.'
She smiled as he began to come to. She opened her mouth to tell him something but was cut off as the doctor whispered something into her ear.
"Um, Pietro," she smiled shakily, "I have to go. But Lance is coming to check on you and Wanda is here and wants to see you too." He quirked an eyebrow at her. She was hiding something. He could tell.
"What happened?" he asked her confused. She shook her head as she began to walk out.
"I really have to go Pietro. The professor needs to speak with me." She told him as she reached the door.
Suddenly the handle to the door seemed to melt. "What on..?" she looked over to see Pietro's eyes slightly different. How did he keep doing these things? Using her powers to pull open the door she rushed to the professor's office.
She reached the large oak doors in a matter of minutes. She put her hand on the handle only to hesitate. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She mumbled quietly to herself.
"Not at all Jean. Please come on in." she heard the Professor's voice from inside the closed doors. With a tug of her hands the doors gave way and opened. She walked into the room somewhat nervously.
Xavier looked up at her from what seemed to be a very interesting manila file of some sort. He motioned to a chair in front of his desk. "Please Jean sit." He told her as he closed the file and folded his hands together.
"There's no need to be nervous," he started, "You are in absolutely no sort of trouble." He informed. At this a slightly more comfortable silence settled over them. "I just wanted to ask you if you could relay the information of the events that occurred yesterday. That way maybe we can figure out what is going on."
"But Professor," she spoke slowly as if confused, "I thought you knew what was going on." He shook his head at her somewhat sadly.
"Regrettably I can't explain what I heard. However I thought it would be prominent to inform you of Pietro's new powers as you are the only one to see them at work."
She leaned forward in her seat somewhat anxiously. "Well, um is there any particular reason you wanted to share this with me?" He nodded at her slightly.
"Indeed there is Jean." He told her firmly, "As of right now only the staff knows what Pietro's exact powers are. We thought we should wait until further research before we informed him or the brotherhood of them. If the information were relayed back to Magneto the results would be disastrous."
"Well," Jean paused, a thoughtful look on her face, "Magneto wouldn't manipulate Pietro...would he?" she asked somewhat shocked. "And just what are Pietro's powers that would be useful to him?"
"Magneto once before used Wanda and I see no reason why he would hesitate to try and use Pietro." Xavier told her as she nodded, remembering the situation. "Pietro's powers, as you know, deal with natural elements. However," he paused, seemingly for effect, "This ability to control natural things goes beyond powers like Storm's or Lance's or even Magneto's, Iceman's Pyro's...I could go on."
She looked at him at a loss for words. "Wait," she stated holding up her hands, "are you trying to tell me that he can control anything that has some form of nature in it? That could be anything!" She said flabbergasted.
The professor nodded. "Yes." He stated, "He can control anything from the wood in tables, the water in the ocean, to the very blood that runs through our veins, and even after that he can control the iron in our blood."
It is a very, extremely all powerful gift. Fortunately he has not learned how to control or use his powers yet. However after last night's little incident we cannot be sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But we do know that if Pietro's new found powers wound up in the wrong hands...I don't believe I need to inform you of the consequences?"
Jean bit her lip as her head shook involuntarily. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Utter destruction.
Pietro, still slightly dizzy from his sudden awaking folded his arms behind his head as he took a look around the room he was in.
White sheets, white walls, white light, white table.....white...white...white. 'Wow,' he thought to himself, 'If I didn't like my hair so much I'd probably die it just so I wouldn't be ....freaking....white!'
Suddenly there was a knock on the...white door....as it slowly opened to reveal a pair of icy blue eyes identical to his own.
He remained silent for a moment or two. "Wanda." He stated somewhat curtly. She looked at him softly for a moment. "Pietro." She sighed as she took a seat next to his bed. "Pietro," she bit her lip as if searching for a way to get out what she wanted to say.
"I remember Pietro," she said at last, "I remember everything," there was a sullen tone in her voice that told him how betrayed she felt without really saying anything.
He swallowed as tears began to cloud his vision. All he ever did was hurt her. He was just like his father. "No Pietro!" she exclaimed suddenly, standing up. "You aren't like him! I'm so sorry I ever thought you were!"
He gasped in surprise as she flung her arms around him in a tight embrace. But he didn't pull away.
The tears rolled down his porcelain like cheeks as he hugged her back. Closing his eyes he raised his face heavenward. When was the last time he had the luxury of hugging his little sister?
"Older by two minutes." She mumbled stubbornly into his chest. He looked down at her.
"What?" he asked. She looked up at him. "I didn't say anything." She told him. He shook his head at her. Disbelief etched on his face as he pointed his finger at her.
"Yes you did." He argued with her, "you said, 'Older by two minutes.'" He told her.
"No I didn't. I just thought it when you said that I was your younger sister." She informed him. He shook his head at her.
"But I was just thinking that...wait. Do you think we might have..."
"ESP?" Wanda finished for him. "It seems very probable doesn't it?" He nodded at her statement and it was obvious to Wanda that his mind was elsewhere. She also found it interesting how he brushed off the fact that they could read each other's mind. Yet from what she heard it was not the strangest thing to have happened to him as of late.
They stayed in the same position for a moment or two. Drowning in the peacefully comfortable silence that had been grace upon them.
Finally Pietro spoke...his voice whispery and clear in the cold, empty white room. "Wanda...if you know everything....why don't you still hate me?" he asked her. Yet she certainly did not need ESP to know that it had been what was plaguing his mind.
"Well Pietro," she began slowly as if speaking to a child. She could tell he was in a somewhat fragile state, "Because I had a lot of time to think. And along with my memories of the past I had the memory of my misery. I was so lonely and bitter. And I remembered what you said to me. You wanted to make things right. I had forgiven you long ago. In truth I knew that, I just hadn't come to terms with it yet. But I knew that if I truly wanted to be happy...I had to forgive those I deemed responsible for my unhappiness. If I didn't.....well, then I may have never moved on."
That said she looked up to him from her position at his side. He smiled at her, because at that moment there were no words. He was simply...happy. He stayed like that for nearly two more seconds until he looked at the ceiling, a smirk etched into his features.
"So," he began with a curious tone in his voice, "Are you really two minutes older than me?" she shook her head at him
"Do you even have to ask?" she laughed tapping the side of her head. He smiled at her, and she at him. And they both knew that things would be alright between them again.
"With all due respect Professor," Jean began, "but why are you trusting me with all this information.
"Well Jean, that's another thing I wanted to talk to you about." The professor said with a smile on his face, as if concealing an inside joke of some sort. "You are the only one to have been in contact with Pietro both times he used his powers. As I stated before, you may recall."
Jean nodded, she had. She made a motion for the Professor to continue. He nodded slightly as he did so. "And seeing as we are still working on a way to A: keep his powers under control, B: keep him safe and sound away from his father, and C: try to get him to let us help him and Lance, we need someone to watch him. Keep an eye on him. Be his....care taker of sorts. And it seemed to me that well...you would be the most obvious choice."
"Umm..." she started her bright emerald eyes held a look of disbelief, "what?" she asked dumbly.
"I hope I'm not interrupting some sort of brother sister bonding moment or anything." Lance said as he poked his head into Pietro's little medical room, not sounding all that sorry.
"You were but eh, what the hell right? We'll probably have sooo many more." Pietro said irritated. Lance rolled his eyes.
"I came to see if you were alright but I am so obviously not wanted, so I'll just leave." He stated as he spun on his heel to exit. However Wanda stopped him with a smile on her face as she watched the two best friends (though Lance nor Pietro would admit it after the betrayal) quarrel.
"I was just leaving." She told Lance as she stood and left with a short bye to Pietro, Leaving the two friends alone for one of the first times since Pietro's return.
"So," Lance began in a bold move as he tried to break the uncomfortable silence. Pietro sighed as Lance began. He wasn't very good at this was he?
"It seems weird," the rock tumbler began, "you and me not being friends, I mean." He trailed off slightly. The dove haired boy looked at the white sheets clutched in his equally pale hands. He leaned back.
"No...it doesn't does it?" he asked more to himself than to Lance. "But that's what I get every time I choose him over someone important...isn't it?" He spoke in a whisper. Lance remained silent. This was personal for Pietro. Plus it was one of the few times he was allowed the privilege to hear what Pietro had to say.
"I mean..." Pietro began inarticulately. The one time he got a chance for Lance or any of his friends to listen and he didn't know what to say? This wasn't something he could let slip by. "It's like I always ask myself why things can't be the way they use to. And the thing is that they can. I just keep messing up, you know?" he said in a desperate attempt to make Lance understand.
He smiled when Lance nodded. He knew he would understand. "I just think," he paused to give Lance a serious look. A reserved look he only broke out when he was going to suggest something serious. "I just think it's time for a change...a really big change."
Lance stared him down. "Just what are you implying?" he asked the young speed demon. "Are you thinking what I think your thinking?" Pietro shrugged.
"What do you think I'm thinking?" Pietro asked him. Lance stared at him. "You want to break away from Magneto?" he asked dumbfounded. "Pietro, do you have any idea how dangerous that could be for you?" he asked the boy.
Pietro glared at him. "No," he drawled sarcastically. "I only realized that he will kill me when he finds out of my "betrayal" and throw away countless years of my "loyalty" to see that I am severely "punished". But no I have no idea what I'm thinking of...how about you?" he shot back venomously. "And besides I was kind of hoping...I dunno...that y'all would come with me?" he confessed sheepishly.
Lance blinked in the silence..."Wha?" he asked dumbly. Pietro shot him a look that said 'you know exactly what I said so don't make me repeat myself.' "This is...um kind of sudden Pietro. This brotherhood is well...for us...it's all we've ever really had."
Pietro nodded, "I know." He told Lance earnestly, "But...things are getting serious Lance. And we can't hang in the balance forever. Just to let Magneto order us around...we have brains Lance." Here there was silence. "Maybe it's about time we use them."
Lance stood there shocked, "Well...um...what options were you leaning to?" Pietro bit his lip as if about to shed his last ounce of dignity.
"Well I thought that...um...well considering this situations of ours...that well the um...X-men would be our best choice." Wincing at that last sentence he looked up into Lance's eyes.
Lance stared back. The silence was suffocating. "Come again?" he asked. The silence continued. As did the staring.
DigitalAngel4U: Well you might think I didn't write more because I do not know where this is going but I do actually. I just wanted to see if anyone likes where this is going. Review if you do please! Next chapter you'll see both Lance's and Jean's answers will be! Please Review if you like, love, hate or just want to critique me!