"I don't care what you say, I want my daughter and I want her back now. We can take care of her at home, better than her staying here." Mr. Paige angrily shouted over the mahogany desk at Charles in his wheelchair.
"Gary please calm down, let's hear them out before making any rash decisions." His blonde haired blue eyed wife sighed from beside him in her chair.
"Thank you, now Mr. and Mrs. Paige your daughter has been through very traumatic experiences and we believe that her mutation is still going through radical changes. To be safe we believe she should stay here in our care so we can help her learn to control and help us better understand her powers. All the teachers here empathize with your feelings but we need to think of what would be in better interest for Brooke." Xavier calmly explained his hands folded in his lap.
"I hear you and yet again I think she would benefit best from being home with her family, especially Bradley, they were so close. We can hire special people to help her with her power and what not, I just want my daughter back the way she was three years ago." Gary tried to maintain an even level in his voice.
Meanwhile back outside the meeting on the front steps brother and sister got re-introduced.
"Listen Brooke, even if mom and dad convince them you'd do best at home, just do what you want to do alright. At least that's what you would've done, before you got taken that is. Do you remember anything since you got away, if you don't mind me asking that is?" Bradley asked Brooke with a small smile, one that seemed familiar to her.
"Just bits from here and there, was I in dancing or something? I remember music, lots of music." She replied thinking hard not wanting to disappoint Bradley.
"Yeah you were, mom put you in ballet when you were little, and you always loved it. Even though you weren't the typical prima ballerina, I mean you could dance great but you weren't a perfectionist. You were always creative, when you were ten you insisted on having an art studio made up in the spare room, I think it's still there. Do you remember your bike at all, or the car, horse, anything else?" He pressed her memory on.
"I think, I remember a feeling and speed. I was going really fast. Do I have a bike like yours and a car?" She asked excited at the life she didn't remember.
He laughed at her interest, happy to see his cheery sister back a little. "Yeah a Suzuki and a mustang, god your moms little angel. Cant do anything wrong type, I know differently though. But you look happy here I guess, I mean just the way everyone was happy to see you around here. You won't get that at home for long before both mom and dad are back in their offices, maybe it is best for you here, but I'd visit and make sure that big guy who looks at you doesn't break your heart." He told her taking on the role of the older brother.
"You mean Piotr, why would he break my heart. I don't understand this." She replied confused.
Bradley had no time to answer since Mr. and Mrs. Paige come out the front doors followed by Charles, Logan, Jean and Piotr. They all looked down at the two sitting on the steps in front of them. It was obvious there was so much tension you could cut it with a knife between all of them.
"Okay, Brooke, we've decided you shall make up your mind. Do you want to stay here or come home finally?" Her mother asked her.
Brooke thought quickly, knowing it was an important decision, things she wasn't yet used to. If she went she could find out more about who she was and the life she belonged to, she had already been captivated by her brother. But if she stayed she could find out all that still maybe and also learn how not to hurt people and why she had changed. Also if she stayed Piotr would stop looking so sad, she mentally made a not e to stop looking at Piotr before she sighed and made her decision.