Forge sauntered out on to the deck and his mouth fell open. The sky was exploding with music and light.

"You!" Forge looked at him. "You're doing this?"

"Sure." Wilson shrugged. "I just found out I could today."

Forge looked worried. "Maybe… In fact I think you should stop." He swallowed and looked around.

Lucy looked worried. She knew Forge too well and he was really scared. More scared than before the cage match even…

"O-okay." Wilson gave his head a little shake to clear it and blinked his eyes open a few times to feel more 'awake' and his power dulled down and vanished. Wilson turned to Forge. "But why?"

Forge smiled through a pair of tight lips. "I'm not sure yet. Lets get you analyzed and take a look at your genetic profile before we do anything else." He began leading Wilson inside.

Bad? Lucy asked Forge mentally.

Lucy… He thought back. If I'm right we're all in danger.

Jean smiled slyly through the crack in the door. Little do they know they're all in danger. But I have to wait for all of them to get here. I have to be sure to get them all…

The power flared and coursed through her. Oh, yes. I am more than a match for the likes of them.

Jean bubbled out of the room hesitantly wiping her eyes and almost ran right in to Kurt.

"Oh. I thought you were talking." Kurt said, looking past Jean in to the room.

Forge and Lucy smiled at them.

"Good talk?" Forge asked.

"Oh yes." Jean smiled, looking back and forth between them all. "She's worn herself out. I'm going to stay over if there's room and we're going to talk more tomorrow."

"Sounds good." Kurt said.

"I know she wanted to talk to you. She was just worried about making contact." Forge told her.

"Well I can see why. I wouldn't blame her if she wanted nothing to do with me." She sighed. "But she does, and with Scott too."

Forges eyes narrowed. "Yeah, well we've got things to do."

What now? Lucy asked him.

Bad mojo. Was all he replied.

And Forge steered Lucy and Wilson away from Jean and in to his lab.

Kurt smiled at Jean. "Welcome to England by the way." He said with a saucy grin.

She gave a proper little smile and chipper nod of her head... "Well, thank you very much."

Tabitha took a slower pace on the way home.

"I never thought I could do something like that." Williams told her. "Telling people what to do… It was never my style. But this…"

She looked over at him. "Lots of hospitals. Lots of coma patients."

"It was wild though, wasn't it? Everyone all worked up." He smiled.

"Yeah. What was that about?" She glanced at him as she left Scotland and set out over the water.

"Same thing as your lead foot on the way there I suppose." He shrugged. "Just got excited. And I figure… if you're gonna do something you might as well do it now."

"You know…" She looked downcast. "If you're going to help people like that… You've got to learn to accept the failures. What happened with Jimmy tonight…"

"I know. I freaked out. At first I was sad about the failure and it fired me up. So I gave them the wake-up-call. Then I was excited at the success only to then be devastated when I remembered what we were really trying to do. I thought… I'd done it wrong with her or something. No confidence or … something. All the others were so easy why… Why not for her?"

Tabby smiled. "Fate. It's beyond your control."

"I know. I just wish otherwise sometimes." He smiled. "How far to the lighthouse?"

"Another ten minutes or so I think." Tabby peered through the thick English fog as it rolled in around them. "Ummm… Maybe more?"

Illyana nodded as the court officer gave her the papers and flashed his best smile. She turned away shyly.

Betsy stood on one foot with her back to the wall. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her foot braced behind her, pointing her knee at Illyana.

"We need to talk." Betsy told her. "Portal those home to Alistaire." She gestured to the papers.

Illyana opened a small portal and flicked them in. It closed right behind them. "What is it?"

"Oh, you know what it is. But let's take this outside." Betsy smiled.

You've got it coming. Illyana told herself. "Okay. The park around the corner?"

"Sure. It should be closed by now. Nice and private."

Illyana swallowed. She could have killed me already. What is this about?

They strolled together down the street. Betsy was actually smiling.

Soon they rounded the corner and scaled the fence in quick, fluid motions. Once on the other side they walked over to the covered picnic tables.

"What now?" Illyana asked as she turned to face Betsy.

She turned right in to Betsy's fist as it crossed her jaw and she dropped like a stone.

Betsy snatched her by the hair and pulled Illyana to her feet and sank her other fist in to Illyana's gut. She doubled over and Betsy rushed her, slamming Illyana in to the post that supported the roof over the tables.

Illyana felt her wrist wrench painfully as the cuff closed and the next thing she knew she was null-cuffed to the pole.

Betsy snatched her by the hair and forced Illyana to look her in the eye. "I took care of him that whole time!" She raved, again throwing another punch through Illyana's chin, knocking her roughly in to the post.

"I made sure he didn't starve!" Betsy through a kick in to Illyana's stomach.

Betsy brought a knee to Illyana's head while she was still crumpled over and whispered hoarsely. "I killed people … because of you… To keep him safe…." And then she threw a nasty elbow across Illyana' already swelling face.

"Go…" Illyana coughed and sputtered, spitting blood off to the side. "Go ahead. Get it all out of your system. I just don't care anymore."

Betsy shook her head. "Oh no, it's not that easy." She threw an uppercut and knocked Illyana back in to the post.

"Easy?" Illyana met her eyes with a fierce look of determination. "Easy was ruining your brother's life. You wan to know how long it took? Six minutes. Six minutes of my life to run some spikes through a rag doll and I walked away…"

Betsy clubbed her in the head. "SHUT UP!"

"Of course it would take months for all the effects to set in. He probably fell apart a piece at a time, didn't he?" Illyana laughed. "Tell me… When did he stop talking?"

"SHUT UP!"

And Betsy unloaded on Illyana. She heaped years worth of frustration in to one solid beating. Her fists were blurs and they fell repeatedly against the trapped girl.

Suddenly something wet and splashed across Betsy's face and she stopped, frozen in the cool night air, breathing heavy and sweating from rage.

Illyana, to her credit, did not fall. "I figure…" She said. "I owe you this much."

Betsy looked at her fists and realized they were slick with Illyana's blood.

"Look at me." Betsy said.

Illyana lifted her head. The simple act shot pain through her neck and made her wince.

Her eyes were swollen, one almost shut. She had many small cuts and bruises across her face but no major injuries.

"Where's all this blood coming from?" Betsy asked her.

And Illyana extended her head and spit out a steady fluid stream of blood that carried with it a bunch of tiny bits of tooth. "Ack!" She gasped. "Broken teeth… I've been swallowing most of the blood." She said. "Didn't mean to get it on you. Must have … made me spit as I tried to…" But all she could do was cough for a moment.

And then Illyana fell to her knees, sliding down the pole.

Betsy looked at her.

Illyana met her stare. "Well, kick me already!" And she let her head roll to the other side, not caring if it happened or not. "I'm all in place."