Stitch was in his and Scott's room. He sat down on the extra bed that was placed there, thinking what had happened earlier. All of a sudden Scott came in through the door with Piotr. "It's just me and Piotr, Stitch."

"You've come to kick me out haven't you."

Scott looked at Piotr, and he looked at Stitch. "I do not blame you for what you did. It was an accident, we are all here to learn to control our powers. Everyone makes mistakes."

"Yeah, well you wanna know what. When I make mistakes, it costs people their LIVES!" Stitch jumped up from his bed and pushed through the both of them, and ran out the door. Piotr turned around about to go after him.

"No, he's probably feeling really guilty about what happened. Let him cool off for a bit."

Stitch kept running and running. Kitty tried to talk to him for a bit but he just pushed right through her. "Whoa. Stitch, wait!" Stitch just kept running until he got outside. It was bright outside, but it could have been as dark as night for all he knew. Stitch fell over the steps when he was running and then he punched down onto the ground and made a crack on the hard concrete. Kitty slowly walked outside and looked down at Stitch. "Stitch, are you like, alright," she stood where she was, too afraid to get any closer.

"Its all my fault."

"No it isn't. It was just--"

"AN ACCIDENT! I'm really starting to get annoyed by that word!" Stitch stood up, much taller than Kitty. She tried to put an arm on his shoulder, but he just jerked away. Kitty looked behind her as she heard the front doors being open, and Scott walk out. She looked up at him and he looked to the inside of the house, Piotr's figure could be seen in the shadow. She walked away from Stitch and walked inside to Piotr.

"Beating yourself up about what happened won't do any good. Yeah you have a dangerous power, but so do a lot of the other kids, you don't see them freaking out when they mess up," Stitch was about to say something, but Scott wouldn't let him. "You said you didn't want people to treat you differently, but you're doing just that."

"I KNOW!"

"NO YOU DON'T! You don't know anything!" It was a battle of voice, everyone inside could hear the two of them shouting. The new students on the second floor peered outside their windows and watched. "If you have a problem you don't take it out on just anyone. You could either leave or settle it."

That's enough Scott, came Professor Xavier's voice inside their heads. I want to see you both in my office, now. His voice was more demanding than he ever spoke. Despite Stitch's anger, he started to walk back inside with Scott. They both silently walked up the stairs, a few of the kids peeked out of their rooms, but they didn't look at them, and they didn't say a word to them, or about them. "Come in. Sit." They both did as they were told. "I can't believe you two, acting as a bunch of children. You are here to learn, and I intend to teach. Stitch," he looked at him as he spoke, "I know it must be hard to adjust to a new lifestyle, but what we most like to see is the trust we all share in each other. Scott, as leader of the team I had hoped that you could be a little more comforting. As for your punishment for both your rude behaviors, you will be confined to your room, and only let out on necessary occasions. Is that clear?" Neither of them blinked a lash, "I'll say again, is that clear?"

"Yes... professor." They both said in a dark tone.

"Very well, you may go now."

They stood up from their seats and left. The younger students automatically shut their doors when the two of them walked past to get to their room.

As soon as night fell over the mansion everyone started to get ready for bed. After hours of silence in Scott and Stitch's room, it was finally broken. "Piotr is probably recovered by now. Mr. McCoy said it was only temporary what happened."

"No duh, I said I didn't mean to do it. My powers may be unstable, but I know how to use them."

"You're getting your attitude again," Stitch glared at him, or the area he hoped he was at. "You said the facility you escaped from made you do thing you didn't want to. What were they?"

Stitch was silent for a moment. He didn't want to answer that. "I don't want to talk about it." He pulled his covers over his head and didn't say another word. Scott didn't push any further, he turned off the light as they both closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.

During the night Stitch had one of his recurring dreams. "I won't do it. No!" He couldn't have been no more that 13 at the time. Hooked up to a machine that analyzed his powers.

"You don't understand. These people, they're trying to build a massive destructive devise. Getting them first is the only way to save our country," Stitch, or as he was known to The Centre, EX626 stared up at the man.

"For my country."

Stitch woke up breathing heavily, and drenched in sweat. He sat up completely as he still heard Scott sleeping peacefully. Stitch got out of bed and walked to the door. "Where do you think you're going." Stitch hadn't opened the door, so he automatically came to the conclusion that Scott had just woken up, or probably was already up. "Where are you going?" He repeated.

"To find my family."

"Are you insane. Yo can't walk hundreds of miles in the dark." Scott walked over to his.

"I didn't ask for you to come along," he said, as he heard Scott approaching him.

"As long as I'm leader, I have to make sure the newbies don't get into trouble." Stitch smirked at him.

"Too late for that." Scott rolled his eyes and watched Stitch sneak out of his room, and he followed suite.

Scott and Stitch walked straight into the hanger. Looking at the large black, Black Bird, Scott looked at Stitch for one last time. "You sure you want to do this?"

"I didn't force you to come, but, seeing as I can't see, you're my only way to help me out." Scott looked at him and laughed. They both climbed in the jet. However all the rumble and tumble didn't do too good for their night mission, because the one person they forgot to remember would be their back up.

"Chuck, we have a couple of curfew breakers."