Alistaire glared at the paramedics. His eyes were sharp as steel and the authority he exuded was absolute.

"I am the assistant to Britain's new Mutant Advisor." He said. "And I am telling you that this girl has no name. Do you understand me?"

The paramedic nodded. While he wasn't one to discriminate regularly, the motley group he found himself surrounded by tonight was enough to make him very nervous. Especially considering the nature of the injuries and the headless corpse they found upon arrival.

"Do you understand me?" Alistaire asked. "You are to see to it that she is treated and then you are to give her a room. I'll be getting on the phone shortly to straiten it all out with your supervisors."

"Wot' eva you say." The man nodded. I just wants to go home now… He smiled nervously. "This all ain't none of my concern."

Alistaire smiled and tapped his shoulder. "Good man." You may be saving both her life, and her brothers as well…

Kurt hit redial. Come on Forge, answer!

Alistaire turned back to the paramedics and leaned back around them to see Betsy. "You've got my number. Call if there's any problems."

She looked terrified.

"Wait!" Kurt called out, a smile on his face. "They've got him!" He bounced over through the small crowd of people grinning wildly. "They've got him." He grinned right at Betsy. "And they're bringing him here."

Betsy was stunned. He looks so relieved… He didn't even know Brian… And … How can I be sure he's telling the truth?

Kurt was still holding the phone to his ear. "He says they left his wheelchair, just wrapped him in his blankets and got away with no problems."

Her eyes sparkled in hope but she remained suspicious.

"What color blankets?" She asked.

Kurt cocked his head. "Vhat?"

"What color are his blankets?" She said again calmly.

"Forge! What color are his blankets?" Kurt asked. "I don't know why. Just tell me."

Kurt looked up as Forge spoke. "Really?" He blinked a few times and then looked to Betsy. "He says there's three. A blue one, a brown and yellow knit afagan and a white blanket covered in little cowboys."

Tears ran down Betsy's face and she clasped her hands together.

Kurt looked pleased. "Ja Forge. Just come on home. We'll see you when you get here." He hung up and met Betsy's eyes. "We'll bring you back here as soon as they let you out of the hospital." Kurt told her. "And we'll keep him here until then." He smiled. "He'll be safe."

She swallowed but couldn't speak. Her mind raced with thoughts that couldn't do her feelings justice.

Kurt just smiled once he realized she was overcome. He let his head fall slightly to one side, met her eyes with a small smile and sheepishly closed the ambulance doors.

The paramedic was looking at him a little strange.

Kurt smiled at him. "Rough night all around, hunh?" He offered.

The man chuckled and nodded. "Guess it was at that."

"Be safe." Kurt told him with a heartfelt smile as he began heading past him and back towards the lighthouse.

"We will." The man waved and turned to leave. Rough crowd… He thought. But good people.

Upstairs, Tabitha peered around the corner. "Ummm… Hello?" She asked.

"Yeah?" Lucy sounded tired and exasperated.

"I don't want to bother you." Tabby began. "But Kurt said you were hurt. And I wanted to know… how you were. Or if I could … help?"

Tabby had stepped cautiously in to the room while she was speaking and she had found Lucy sitting, facing in to the corner, holding her face.

"I don't… I don't know how I am." She took a shaky breath. "I think I'm … scared."

"Anybody would be." Tabitha volunteered. "It was a scary night."

Lucy sat up strait and glanced at Tabby. "Hunh?" She was still holding the steak over her face but the rest of her looked totally confused.

"What with the attack and everything?" Tabby volunteered.

"Hunh." Lucy said again, seeing how this might have been true for some people. "No … I mean... I know I can fight, so that didn't scare me." She thought about the way he X12 had licked her face. "Some of it was gross though." She swallowed and made a face.

Tabby sat down on the edge of her bed very timidly. "Are you really a clone of Mister Logan?"

"Yeah. I guess so." Lucy shrugged. "It explains a lot."

Tabby smiled. "He used to scare me." She admitted.

Lucy swallowed. "Do I scare you?" She asked, looking down.

"No… I'm just… I'm nervous." Tabby admitted. "I wish I could have been here. I wish I could have helped somehow. And I feel bad that I wasn't. I was in jail for something stupid and now, even that I'm out… I'm too late to help." She shuddered a sigh.

Lucy eyed her past the steak. "How could you have helped?"

Tabitha smiled. "I can blow things up."

Lucy smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Tabby smiled wide.

"I've blown things up before." Lucy smiled. "I like it."

Tabby grinned. "Me too." She held out her hand and Lucy's eye widened as the small explosive point of light formed in her hand.

"How strong is that?" Lucy asked, eyeing the energy in wonder.

"Not very." Tabby smiled.

Lucy reached out her hand with an open palm. "Hit me."

"It'll hurt." Tabby told her.

"It'll heal." Lucy smiled in wonder at the little electric point of light. "But I want to know."

The ball of light seemed to be attached to Tabitha's hand by static and she flicked it off her fingertips and in to Lucy's palm.

"THOOM!"

It rattled the pictures on the walls and vibrated the tabletops in addition to throwing Lucy's arm back and almost knocking her over.

"COOL!" Lucy grinned, squeezing her hand to regain the feeling. "What's it do to metal?"

Tabby smiled. "Well, I can make it real strong. Strong and small will blow a hole in metal. Strong and big will move large objects."

Lucy smiled. "That's awesome."

"How… How's your face?" Tabby looked concerned.

Lucy swallowed. "I… I don't know."

"Don't you heal fast?"

Lucy nodded. "Mostly. But tonight…" She swallowed. "I lost my eye." She shivered despite herself. "And I don't know if I can heal something that … isn't … there."

Tabby swallowed.

"So… I'm trying this… trick." And she slowly explained about stuffing here eye socket with shredded meat and hoping for the best.

Tabitha steeled herself and stood up slowly.

"Let me see." Tabitha told her, bracing herself.

Lucy looked scared. "What if…"

Tabitha was shaking her head and she steadied her hands. "We have to know, right?" She reached for the steak and peeled it off. Much to her surprise Lucy let her peel it back.

Tabitha drew a slow inhale of breath. "You used fresh meat, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay." She smiled. "It looks kind of moldy and slimy, but there's a white splotch that's kind of .. threaded in there. And it looks pretty solid for … Yeah." She swallowed and nodded. "I think … you're growing an eye."

Tabitha gently pulled Lucy's eyelashes and lowered her lid to close her eye. "Maybe that's better for now. That way you don't have to hold your dinner to it."

Lucy exhaled gratefully. "Good." She smiled incredibly wide. "I thought…"

"Thought what?" Tabitha smiled in relief.

"There's this guy." Lucy began.

"A boyfriend type guy?" Tabitha guessed.

"No." Lucy blushed. "There might be someone like that but … There's this other guy. His name is Fury. He works for SHIELD. They're a secret spy agency. And he's been chasing me."

"Why?" Tabitha sat back down.

"It's his job. He still thinks of me as Hydra property. They're the ones who cloned me." Lucy giggled. "And he's got this… eye patch."

Tabitha let loose a small laugh and covered her mouth. "Ooo… That's so wrong."

"I know." Lucy smiled. "I kept thinking of getting a matching eye patch and staring him down."

Tabitha grinned. "Maybe I shouldn't say this but… If you'd have passed each other on the wrong side…"

Light seemed to dawn on Lucy as she stared at Tabitha. "We'd have missed each other completely!"

And the two of them laughed together.