Jacelynn sat on a wooden chair in the centre of the living room, in a house that they had been in for a few days at most. The velvet curtains covered the large glass windows. Mystique was currently pacing the length of the space, shuffling between a stack of photos. Jacelynn watched her move with her eyes, lacking the energy to shift from her position of leaning in the chair. If not for the glamour she was managing to hold up, there would have been an obvious sheen of sweat on her forehead. They had been at this for what felt like hours now.

Finally, Mystique stopped and held out a photo. She leaned slightly closer to better inspect the picture. It was of an older man, dressed in a nice looking suit, with close cropped brown hair, and green eyes. Beneath those green eyes are barely concealed dark circles. He's got a ringed hand on the arm of a woman, a charming smile on his face. He looked to be in the middle of telling a joke.

That is all she can discern before Mystique pulls the photo away. She cursed inside her head because that was not enough time to do this well but she couldn't ask for an extension.

She exhaled and closed her eyes. Her glamour shifted. It was no longer Jacelynn sitting in the chair, but the man from the picture. His posture was far better than hers, and the sense of arrogance came off stronger with him. "My name is Edwin Blakes. I am the CEO of a rising tech company. I'm well off and always looking to further my place on the corporate ladder. I come off as relaxed, humourous and carefree to others but those who I work with know I am deeply stressed. I try to keep up the facade for my wife of 10 years."

Mystique looked her glamour up and down. "The glamour is adequate but you did not put enough attention to the minor details, which adds up in the end. You missed one glaring touch. While he has a wedding ring, she does not. So he is not faithful and that completely skews your performance.'

She let the glamour slip back to her regular one. "You didn't give me enough time! You can't expect me to-" she started to say. A dangerous look from Mystique shut her up.

"There are greater forces at work here then you can understand. When the time comes to prove your worth and for me to reap the rewards for the work I have done, you will not present only the best. You will not disappoint me. Do you understand?" The woman hissed.

The teen's gaze dropped straight to the ground. "Yes, Mystique."

"Eyes up, we haven't finished with this exercise. We aren't stopping until you can do it within a minute perfectly."

Jacelynn bit back an audible groan, and decided to not piss off Mystique anymore then she already had. With that, she resigned herself to two more hours of training.

She hadn't meant to fall into that memory, but she couldn't help but dwell on the last comment Mystique had made before they went back to the grueling exercise. About presenting subpar work and proving worth, this whole "Asteroid M" thing, that must be what she was talking about. It had to be, they were literally about to fight other mutants to see which of them could go join Magneto in space.

Anxiety inducing thoughts started to sneak into her mind, Mystique and her hadn't trained one on one in what felt like forever. She had really only occasionally used other glamours than her normal ones, and she would admit that she had been slacking on the practicing. What if she wasn't prepared enough? What if she failed? And disappointed Mystique? Oh god, how would Mystique react to that? She would be a dead man, that's for sure. The thoughts made her feel sick to her stomach. Jacelynn tried to console herself. She wasn't weak, she was a good fighter and she was going to do fine.

There was a knock at her bedroom door that jerked her right out of her thoughts.

"Yeah?" She called.

"You ready?" It was Lance, speaking from the other side of the door.

"As I will ever be." she responded, hopping off the edge of her bed. She pulled the door open. "We heading out now?"

Lance was already suited up for the upcoming battle. "Soon, the others aren't ready yet." He looked at her questioningly. "Aren't you going to put your hair up?" He gestured at her.

She reached for where her ponytail should have been, instead only swiping air. "Dammit. I could of sworn I did it already." Jacelynn reached around the edge of her door to her dresser and snagged an elastic hair-tie, stretching it around her wrist. "Guess I'm just preoccupied today."

"You can say that again. We're only just about to go fight to prove our worth to our boss and then start the mutant supremacy movement."

"Which is going to eat up all of our time if we pull this off." She closed her door and the two started heading downstairs.

"Shouldn't matter to you though. You don't have plans."

"Ouch. Just coming for my throat this morning aren't we?"

"I'm right, though."

"Says who? I've got lots of things in mind for the summer. In fact this whole thing really throws of my sch-" Lance shoots her a glare. She returned it with a cheeky grin. "You really do have a hatred for the word 'schedule' now, don't you?"

"Moving on."

"The gist is I have grand plans and I'm hurt you think I'm going to sit around the house all summer."

"Like what?"

"Sorry?"

"What are your 'grand plans'?" He threw air quotes around the last two words.

She drew a blank for a second. Jacelynn might not have put any thought into that yet. "...Well for starters, I was going to drag you to the new mall to make you buy a better pair of shoes."

"My shoes are fine-I don't care how many times you badger me to get new ones. I like them just the way they are." They were downstairs at this point, choosing to hover in the front hallway and finish their conversation.

"You are entitled to your wrong opinion. But you really don't have any say in this."

"They're my shoes!"

"But you're dealing with me, my friend. I will play dirty if it means getting rid of those godforsaken things."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Jacelynn. Got any plans that don't involve my shoes?"

"...Not sure yet I hadn't gotten that far in with my planning. I'll figure something out though."

"Well if you want a start there is a cheesy horror movie coming out on the weekend. We could go check it out if we have the time."

"Oh, hell yeah. I'm always down for shitty horror flicks. This Saturday okay?"

"Works for me." They fistbump, their form of sealing the plans in place. "I'm going to get the Jeep ready. See you in a few." And with that he disappeared out the front door.

Jacelynn half-leaned on the bottom bannister of the staircase, pulling her elastic into her hand. With her freehand she started to comb through her long violet hair, hoping to get a semi-decent ponytail together without a comb.

In the next second she felt a gust of wind whip down the stairs and stop right next to her. Naturally, the culprit was Pietro, also fully suited up for the day ahead.

"Ready to cream some X-Geeks?" He asked her.

She grinned. "That even a question you have to ask?"

"Touche. I haven't bested Daniels in anything for awhile, and it's high time for me to remind him how much better I am." She rolled her eyes, far too used to his attitude at this point to make a sarcastic remark about his ego, as funny as it might be. "That's just about all I'm looking forward to today."

She didn't have to be a telepath to have already figured out the two of them weren't on the best terms. And now they were probably going to be spending a hell of a lot of time with him on the asteroid. "That's going to be rough."

"I can put up with him if it helps me," he shrugged.

"Alright. But if you want me to like, make him walk off the edge of the asteroid or something, just hit me up."

He smiled a bit at that. "Sounds like a plan 'Lynn."

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be nice, the least you could do is use my actual name!"

The smile turned into a shit eating grin. "Sorry, 'Lynn. Didn't hear that. Can you say it again?"

She shook her head, quickly finishing her ponytail "Why do I even try with you?" She started walking towards the front door.

"What are you doing?"

"I am going to wait outside with Lance, who has the decency to use my real name."

"So you meant to have half your hair falling out of your ponytail?" She checked her hair and cursed.

"I am just really out of it today." She pulled her elastic out with a huff.

"Here, let me," he offered. With a half shrug she passed the elastic over to him. He ran his fingers through her (currently violet) hair, and pretty efficiently got a high ponytail done, just the way she liked putting it up.

"Almost like you've done it before. Thanks.." she commented, turning to face him. It was secure too, she noted as she raised a hand to touch the back of it gently.

He shrugged. "I've had practice."

She shot him a questioning look, but he chose to ignore it. Instead his eyes fixated on a piece of hair that was stubbornly deciding to not cooperate with the elastic. With the back of his fingers he tucked it back behind her ear.

"Now you're good."

"Good and ready to kick some ass!" She grinned.

"That's if there is any left to kick once I'm done with the X-Geeks."

"Other way 'round I think. Even with the superspeed you won't be able to anything but watch as I finish handing them their loss on a silver platter."

"Is this a challenge?"

"Could be. Whoever takes down their opponent first wins?"

"Wins what?"

"Umm… Loser has to buy dinner for the winner?"

"From anywhere in town?"

"Done." She held out her hand, and the two shook on it.

"You are gonna regret this 'Lynn. I'm thinking the most expensive diner in Bayville when I win."

She shook her head, walking towards the door and called over her shoulder. "Call me 'Lynn and I will push you off the fucking asteroid, Pietro."

The jeep hurtles down the highway. They'd been alone for a bit, but now they were finally catching up to the vehicle they had been tailing.

Jacelynn held up a black walkie talkie to her mouth, making to sure to keep eyes trained on the car ahead of them from her spot in the passenger seat. "Blob, you in position?"

A second of crackle before the response. "Ready to go!" With the confirmation, she nodded to Lance.

He grinned. "Let's rock and roll." Jacelynn doesn't even have time to groan at the pun before Lance hit the gas and she was thrown back into her seat.

He stretched a hand out and the road ahead of the X-Men began to crack and break, forming large mounds of rock. They manage to swerve just in time, but the obstacle provided enough time for them to catch up.

They might not have noticed them before, but they certainly noticed them now. Spyke retaliated with sending a barrage of spikes towards them, though none of them landed anywhere important. Like, her head for example. Sitting in the front might not have been the greatest idea.

The bend was coming up, and the dirt road stretching down to the beach was in sight. From his seat in the back Pietro leaned forward, gripping the seat backs. "Now, Avalanche!"

This time when he lets out a wave of his power, the cliffside that runs along the side of the highway gave way, rocks tumbling down and creating a blockade that cuts off the rest of the highway. The van goes flying down the dirt path in an effort to avoid collision. The driver, she couldn't tell who it was from here, was barely able to keep the vehicle in check. The van drives straight into Blob, and the X-geeks go flying into the sand. The jeep pulls up seconds after. Four teens jump out, and Lance sank their adversaries into the beach sand.

This couldn't be over already? She wondered to herself as she walked over to stand next to Toad, who mentioned something about it taking no time at all. The two of them were both very quickly proven wrong as they heard the bamf sound of a certain teleporter, and suddenly she was being shoved unceremoniously to the ground.

Unsurprisingly, the person now on her back was Nightcrawler. Instincts taking over, she headbutted him in the face, taking advantage of the split second of confusion on his part to roll over, pinning him in the sand and going for an elbow to the face. Unfortunately for her, he chose that moment to teleport.

She looks up and he's coming down right on top of her. Jacelynn manages to twist and land a pretty good kick to the stomach. He ports again. She stands up, only to almost double over as he land on her shoulders. She takes a few swipes before trying to slam him into the ground. He teleports again, this time on top of a rock structure. The earth starts shaking beneath her feet, but she manages to keep her footing-something Nightcrawler didn't manage as the structure shook beneath him, and accidently buried himself under rocks when he tried to teleport away.

Jacelynn turned to the cause of the tremor "Thanks."

Avalanche nodded. "No problem, Glamour."

She goes to dive back into the fight but finds quickly that there was no fight to dive. Shadowcat looked thoroughly unconscious, Pietro had buried Evan in a large heap of sand and Todd had-

She watched just as he flew into the van door Rogue had slammed on his tongue. Jacelynn winced. That looked like it hurt.

It took a second to register in her head but… That was it. The fight was over. She made it.

She was worthy.

A slow smile spread across her face. The anxieties from the morning just melted away in the heat of the sun's warmth and the glow of her victory. It was a good feeling.

And yet there was a bittersweet undertone to it, because not all of them made it. Jacelynn looked back at Todd, still lying in the sand. He was breathing and was definitely going to be alright but there was a part of her that felt really, truly bad. Maybe she could use her arm guards to take Rogue down and claim it was all him. Sneak him in, charmspeak Magneto, something.

But those thoughts were quickly squashed. Because it was the dumbest idea in the universe. Alternatively, a brilliant way to self-sabotage. She had a strong gut feeling that lying right to Magneto's face would not go well for her. And Mystique would not be happy, especially if she managed to fuck it up after being successful. Her mind flashed back to the final conversation she and Mystique had the night before. One of the things she said knocked around in her head. "Do not take pity on the losers. That is weakness, and there is no place for weakness on my team."

And if there was thing Jacelynn was not, it was weak.

So when the metal spheres came down for them, she held her head high and stepped into one, not daring to look back.

The asteroid is dark, grand and looming. Every inch of the place is made from metal, not even a glimmer of some other substance in sight. That was to be expected though, it was built by and for the self-proclaimed Master of Magnetism. A fact he made clear very quickly the second the five of them landed. He began giving a grand speech about how their lives were going to change and how humans will never accept us. It was promptly followed by Rogue being forcibly stuffed into a containment cylinder, between Jean Grey (which explained her mysterious non-presence at the fight) and Storm. Jacelynn narrowed her eyes. If Storm was already here, then… Did Mystique lose?

She didn't know how she felt about that. It wasn't like she was invincible but…It sounded wrong in her head. But having worked with Mystique for awhile now, she knew for certain that Mystique wasn't going to step aside with grace.

She was proven correct not much later. Scott and Havoc, as Magneto called him, went through his mutant enhancer and came back looking far more like the Master of Magnetism then any teeanger should. Square jaws, broad shoulders, long white hair, she grimaced. He wasn't going to make her go through that, right? Glamours aside, she'd pass on having "completely evolved powers" if it meant she was going to get stuck looking like that for the rest of her life. Barely a few minutes had passed from the brothers getting out of the machine when the rest of the X-Men arrived, Toad and Mystique in tow.

Jacelynn freezes. Because she was very, very much cornered. On one hand, Mystique was here and on the opposite team, but on the other hand pissing off Magneto seemed like a horrible idea and betraying her friends also did not sound all that appealing but she was supposed to be loyal to Mystique because she owed her so much and-

God, she was in so much shit either way.

The room erupted in chaos, and the fight breaking out all around her snapped her out of her panic and back into her senses. Priority one is always going to be staying alive, and her best bet at that was fighting against the people who just busted more than a few walls in a combat plane ready to fight them.

She quickly hones in on a target, Shadowcat was running along the wall. Was it an ideal fight? Maybe not. But was she already dashing across the floor? You bet. She leapt, her foot connecting with the teens shoulder before she even realized what hit her. Shadowcat stumbled backwards, attention now fully directed to her. Jacelynn went for a follow up kick but just as she would have her opponent phased right through her. As soon as she was tangible again she went for a swing of her own that Jacelynn dodged with ease. That exchange of no hits landing on either side continued for a few rounds before a thoroughly annoyed Jacelynn had enough. "Stop phasing through my attacks!" The charmspeak caused her opponent to still for a split second which she took advantage of, swinging her foot out and knocking Shadowcat's legs out from under her. The teen hit the floor with an huff, before giving Jacelynn a mischievous look.

"You know? I think I can work with that." And with that she disappeared into the floor. Jacelynn moved back, watching for the young X-Man. Then she felt hands grab her ankles and before she could process anything she had sunk into the floor. She tried to move, to pull herself out of the ground but to no avail, and Shadowcat was already back in the midst of the battle, there was no way she could hear her if she tried to make her help.

"Well… Fuck," she sighed to herself.

Second best option would probably be one of her friends breaking away from whatever skirmish they were currently entangled in and helping her out. She scanned the chaos for Lance, her best bet on getting out. He wasn't that far from her, so once he was done with Spyke he could probably help her.

He raised his foot up, looking to cause a tremor to send the roof down on Spyke. Who, she realized in horror, was not far from her and directly next to a support column. She yelled out to him "Avalanche DON'T!" but it was to late. The earth rolled in their direction and like she had feared the support column started coming down. "Lance!" her voice was louder, and boosted by the fear creeping into her. This time he heard, making eye contact with her in dawning realization just before the rocks came down on her head.

Very unsurprisingly, there was very little room to move underneath a pile of rocks. Jacelynn groaned softly in pain, cursing in a good handful of different languages. God, her head was killing her. Once again, not all that surprising but the fact hadn't quite dawned on her as it was incredibly hard to think coherent thoughts.

One step at a time, she reminded herself. Opening my eyes might be a good place to start. She tells herself that, but it took a long time to actually achieve it. At least, it felt like a long time before she could see the rocks directly in front of her, and her hand and forearm gauntlet. She tried to move her fingers, seeing as she really didn't have enough room to move her whole arm. Nothing. Not like she couldn't, she definitely still had feeling in them but her brain just… didn't want to put the effort into it.

So she lay there, quietly for a few seconds trying to get her mind to do something before the realization of her situation sunk into her. She was trapped in a small enclosed space of rocks in semi darkness with no way to move her body.

Her heart leapt into her throat and started going into overdrive. Her mind started racing, and none of the thoughts were positive. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. She was stuck, and she was going to run out of oxygen and die here on this godforsaken… Where was she again? She highly doubted this had happened to her at the boarding house. The mysterious case of where she was left her head pretty quickly as the panicking thoughts of a probably injured claustrophobic person re-entered her focus.

She wanted to call out but words wouldn't form in her mouth. She wanted to just close her eyes and fall into unconsciousness but her head would not let her and…

Then she heard something. Something that might have been someone calling her name. In fact, she heard more than that, the noise of the fight making its way from background noise to being recognized in the jumble of her mind. Then, immediately next to her, the sounds of rocks moving! Yes! Rescue!

"Glamour?!" She heard someone say. Was it on? She willed together what concentration she could and slipped back into one. Was it barebones? Maybe, but it would get the job done.

The act sapped just about the last of her strength. Even as the rocks that had piled up over top of her were removed, she couldn't do much but lie on the ground.

"Glamour! Jacelynn! Are you ok?" The voice was frantic, worried. Lance? She felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her ever so slightly. She forced her eyes open, a small smile forming in her face at the (albeit slightly blurry) sight of her friend.

Relief shows on his face. "You're alive. Good, that's a start. Let's get you out of here. Blob, give me a hand." She felt herself stand up, but when she tried to walk her movement was restricted, both by her teammates keeping her up but also something around her feet.

She looked down and her eyes widened in confusion. "Why are my feet stuck in the ground?"

"I don't understand you," was the only response.

So she tried again."How did my feet get stuck in the ground?"

"She's speaking gibberish," Fred commented. She frowned, she was definitely speaking in English, wasn't she?

"More like another language. Or like… three. I don't know. Just help me pull her out of here." It took a few tries, but together they managed to get her out of the ground.

They let her go once she was standing on the ground, and the room around her spun. She almost stumbled back onto the ground but somehow managed to catch her footing.

"Can you walk?" Lance asked, his eyes flickering between her gaze and her forehead.

"Of course I can walk, why would I suddenly forget how to walk that's insane-" she became distracted mid-sentence by the sound of the roof shaking above them. Which in turn, made her actively take notice of her surroundings. "Where…?" They still looked at her confused and not understanding. Maybe she wasn't using English after all. She closed her eyes and forced herself to use the language. "Where are we?"

"Uh… the asteroid," Fred supplied.

She looked at him blankly. "That's not possible."

"Fuck. She's definitely concussed," Lance cursed. "This is all my fault."

"Is concussed bad?" the larger teen wondered.

"It's not good!" The large room around them shook again." And this situation is going to get worse if we don't get out of here. We need to go."

At that she nodded and shook herself out of his grasp, walking confidently towards the door. Or at least getting a few steps before she almost smashed her head off the ground.

"Okay. So you can't walk. Hold on, I'll carry you."

"No, no you will not I can walk..!" she attempted to push him away but it wasn't much of a fight and before she could protest more she's swept up and they are following Fred, who's charging towards what she assumes is the exit. He bursts through ahead of them just as they pass a woman with long white hair. She had no idea who it was though, didn't even get a good look as she was finding it harder and harder to keep her head up. What she could see, leaning against Lance's shoulder was a silver, shiny metal hallway. The walls hurt to look at. She didn't remember seeing them before. "Where are we?" She asked, the words slurring together.

"Asteroid, Glamour."

"...What happened?"

That goes unanswered.

It does not take them overly long to reach the jet. Jacelynn at that point is fighting the urge to fall asleep right then and there, and at that moment her heavy eyelids were winning the fight.

As soon as they were up the stairs, she got herself down, and walked by herself to an empty seat to collapse in. The seat, in all honesty, was not the most comfortable thing in the world. But at this point she was so dead she would have slept on the ground if she had too. She leaned back and hoped sleep would overtake her quickly but that was quickly dissuaded once someone started talking at her.

"Woah, you all right dawg?" It was Todd, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey, whose side are you on Toad?" That was Lance.

"The side that lives, duh. And what happened to Glamour?"

"My feet were in the ground. I don't know how, they wont tell me. Also rocks. There was a lot of rocks," She helpfully supplied.

Todd stared at her. "...What?"

"She likes to be frustratingly bilingual when she's concussed," Lance told him.

"I'm not bilingual. I'm trilingual at the very least, fuck you." Then she frowned. That might not have been English either. She couldn't tell anymore.

"When did she get a concussion?"

"During the fight, duh," Fred replied.

"But -"

Fred shrugged. "I dunno. She was under a pile of rocks. Avalanche said it was his fault."

Woah. What? Both she and Todd turned to stare at their unofficial team leader. "It was an accident, I hadn't realized she was there."

"Rude."

"What are we going to do about the blood? We just gonna let her bleed out?!" At Todd's question she looked confused. Was she bleeding? She raised a hand gingerly to her forehead, and when she pulled it away there was, in fact, scarlet blood coating her fingertips.

Oh.

That couldn't be good.

She zoned out of the conversation, watching as the plane filled up. This had to be everyone, right? She was pretty sure she guessed right because in an instant they were tilting sideways and taking a nose dive towards the ground. Startled yells filled the air as everyone gripped onto the nearest surface.

Whoever was piloting levelled the jet just before they crashed into the snow covered ground. Wait a minute, snow? It was June, there is absolutely no way there would be snow in Bayville at this point. "Where are we?" She asks out loud, but gets no response as people are focused on picking themselves up off the ground and/or not throwing up.

Those precious few seconds of not being jerked around every which way were incredibly short lived, however. From directly above them came the sounds of a thunderous explosion, and large chunks of rock and earth began to rain down all around them. The plane lurched sideways to avoid them, taking a twisting path down to the ground and relative safety.

As soon as they were firmly on the ground there was a commotion as people moved to get outside. To stop the explosions, she guessed. She stood up as well, the explosions and rock falls were doing her head no favours and she really wanted them to stop. Neither had the erratic flight patterns, however and once she stood up she got hit with one hell of a dizzy spell, the world rocketing around her, and chose to sit back down. (More aptly she promptly collapsed back into her chair but she would never freely admit to that.) Within a minute, she was alone.

Alone and barely staying awake. To be honest, the only thing keeping her from slipping into sleep was the sudden thought of her glamour. It was concentration based, and normally not a problem to keep up. But with her current, majorly fucked up headstate? It was a hell of a lot harder, even now it was beginning to flicker ever so slightly. And it was simply not possible for her to keep it up asleep. Jacelynn was not about to let the others see what she looked like, especially in front of the X-Geeks. Not when she couldn't look at herself. Not when it would prompt questions. Questions she could not and would not answer.

Then from somewhere behind her she heard movement, then a familiar irritated sounding voice groans. "God, my head."

She goes to say "Join the club my friend," but it ends up sounding more like an annoyed hum then anything else.

"Who's that? Why am I on the jet….Where is everyone?" He gets up, and speeds towards the front of the jet, looking around.

She went too get up as well but decided against it halfway through. "Welcome to the party Pietro."

He whipped around, eyes widening and a horrified "Jacelynn?" coming out of his mouth.

A smile graced her lips, she flashed a peace sign and responded. "In the flesh, babe."

"What are you saying? What happened?!" She blinked and he was next to her.

She shrugged. She might have been told. She didn't exactly remember. "I don't about Lance?"

"I have no idea what you just said. You want to try English?"

It takes her a second to focus, but she managed it, repeating back what she just said.

He looked at her analytically. "Do you know where we are?" She shook her head. "What we were doing?" Another shake. "The date today?"

"June?"

"You have a concussion, don't you." It sounded more like a statement then a question.

"That's not good."

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock! It's not. Especially when you're very obviously bleeding too." He shook his head. "I'm getting you bandages." He sped out of her line of sight, presumably further into the jet.

He is barely gone for a minute and the quiet was overbearing. Her eyes slid closed and she was drifting off..

"Ok so-Fuck. No. No, no you can not fall asleep right now. That is a god awful idea." That garnered him no response. He knelt next to the chair and shook her shoulder, trying to jostle her awake. "C'mon Jacelynn, you gotta stay with me."

She groaned. "Let me sleep."

"Absolutely not. If I let you fall asleep there is a chance you won't wake up."

She forced her eyes open and gave him her best glare. "Happy?"

"Yeah. Now I'm going to deal with your head injury and you are gonna talk to me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm an incredibly lonely person." The sarcasm could be cut with a knife. "So you don't fall asleep and start dying on me."

"Aw, Pietro... I didn't know you cared." She placed a hand over her heart.

"If you're going to insult me like that I might as well just let you bleed out," he told her as he wrapped the medical bandage around her head.

"He says, like its not going to happen either way."

"Hey, don't talk like that. You're going to be fine. You just bumped your head a little."

"A little?"

"Okay, more like a lot." He looked her in the eye. "But still. If I know you Jacelynn, and I do, more then I would like to, but… You're strong. You're going to be fine."

She gave hims a small smile. "So you do care."

He scratched the back of his head, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Yeah well, don't go telling everyone, alright? People will think I've gone soft."

"You won't have to worry, I doubt I'm going to remember this anyways."

Who doesn't love some traumatic brain injuries? No one? Fair. I wanted to add in an injury (like an actual, major one) because aside from Rogue being bedridden for a quarter of season 3, it seemed like no one ever got hurt, which made no sense with the kinds of fights they had lol. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this behemoth of a chapter (15 pages!), it was incredibly fun to write.

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