AN: Hey this has to be a first! I'm updating a story on time! All things considered, this is probably a good thing. My computer's been acting up all week so I wasn't even sure I'd be allowed to get on-line this week. Maybe having my computer all weird for a few days got this update up faster. I doubt my dad would be happy with that assumption, though. He's the one who had to call someone to get it fixed, though I figure he was the one who broke it in the first place. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and for putting up with the science in the previous chapter. I'm trying to cut down on the amount of science related stuff in the story or at least, the really super technical stuff. Again, thanks for the reviews, keep them coming!

My PenName is . . .: Oh yeah! My Advanced Placement European History teacher in high school brought in puppies to class for two days straight. Needless to say, very little European History got done in those two days. My entire class was too busy playing with, and watching the puppies she brought in. All except one kid…he kept trying to kick the puppies for sleeping on his backpack. He didn't though since he feared the teacher and her grading. Anywho, here's the next chapter! Hope you like it!

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"Of you don't believe me," Beast commented, his voice sounding slightly hurt.

He pushed a plain manila envelope towards Angelina and pulled his hands away as soon as she laid hands on the envelope. Angie looked at the folder's contents, lab results in plain black and white. Irrefutable evidence that her daughter was what Hank said she was. Scientific fact that Angie could not argue with.

She couldn't help herself, though, the words just sort of came sliding out of her mouth. There wasn't much else she could do since the scientific part of her brain had turned itself off and the part that was just mother to Hope was speaking to her loudly. It was claiming that what she was reading was not only false but madness as well.

"You have to be kidding me, Beast," she blurted, shaking her head in abject disbelief, "I thought that rare chance wouldn't survive past birth, if survived that long. There are results that say even normal children with birth defects who don't survive for that long because their DNA is so badly mangled."

There was some pride in her voice, though. Some small slip of gladness that her daughter had beaten what she thought were unbeatable odds. She was not only a one in four, improbable chance, but she had survived the mangling of her own DNA.

"You're looking at the lab results," Beast reminded her, "everything's right there, my friend. This may just be a testament to the strength of the X-Gene. It wants the individual who carries it to survive no matter what the odds."

"Still, Hank, Charles, where do we go from here?" Angie asked, sounding exasperated.

This wasn't something she had expected in any way, shape, or form. Angie figured that no mother did. No mother expected their little one to start showing strange powers at a very young age. In a school full of mutants, though, there had to be some sort of understanding of this little situation.

"Despite what we've gathered, I cannot be sure that this is the only power Hope will manifest. Despite what I'm sure you believe, this is a highly unexpected scenario. It is something none of us could have foreseen," Xavier informed the worried mother.

Angie sighed heavily, placing her head in her hands. That was not the answer she wanted to hear. Some small part of her was hoping that Charles and Hank- two of the most brilliant scientific minds she knew- might have an answer or two for her.

After all, dealing with psychic minds was something one had to be careful with. Minds that couldn't shield themselves were open to attack on all fronts. Without shielding, too, a mind could be warped or permanently destroyed.

"It's strange, though," Angelina commented, trying to keep herself calm, "Well, not as strange as what I've learned today but you get the idea. You'd think Hope would be more upset than anything else since she has these powers that open her to every mind and seem to lay most minds open to hers. She's handling these psychic abilities quite well."

Angelina knew it was a stretch but she was trying to glean as much good from the situation as she possibly could. There had to be a few silver linings in the clouds that still seemed to be lingering around her and her daughter that day.

"Charles and I have surmised that she may have had these powers, at a very low level at least, since birth," Beast informed Angelina.

For a moment, Angelina replayed Hank's words in her mind.

A sense of knowing flooded through her. A sense of understanding followed with it as well. It was as if everything that had happened in the past few month's since Hope's birth. Like a piece to a giant puzzle, Angelina filled that small bit of information in and the picture was complete.

It all clicked for her.

It all made sense.

"When I use to sit with Hope- Back when she was on the vent- I use to get a weird tickling sensation in my head. It was like something was trying to connect but it wasn't sure how. Even now, it's happening but the connection's getting stronger like it was able to understand things better or something. You can ask Matt about it since he says it happens to him too. You don't think it could have been Hope, do you?" Angelina babbled.

Hank and Charles signaled that they needed a moment before addressing Angelina's questions. For a long moment, the room was still save for the conversation the two men were having. She tried to busy herself with Hope but the little girl was sleeping soundly.

The little girl seemed to sleep at the most inconvenient times. She would nap during the day but not sleep at night. Though, that was basically atypical for all Williams Syndrome Babies so Angie didn't think she had to worry all that much.

"Perhaps," Xavier answered, turning to face Angie once again, "mind you this is just conjecture on my part; Hope was trying to connect to you because she 'knew' you best of all. If that is, truly, the case than she used this connection to 'discover' the correct way to breathe."

"Or at the very least," Hank added, "how to fight the machine she was attached to."

"So, at the end of all of this," Angelina commented with a laugh, "we have no answers and more questions than we ever figured possible."

"That is where you're wrong," Hank commented, with a grin that bared his canine like fangs, "we have answers to our questions."

"Where?" Angelina challenged.

"Lying asleep next to you. We have every answer to every question. We just have to figure out how to ask them in the right way," Beast answered.

Angelina had to admit Beast was probably correct. Hope could answer all the questions the questions they had but they first had to figure out how to ask them first. It was going to be a lot of observing and careful watching in everyone's future as they tried to discover what was normal with a pure mutant child.