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Jake awoke to blackness. He couldn't remember where he was or what happened to bring him there. He heard the screams and moans of pain. Then it all came back to him.

"Gambit, something's wrong," He said as Gambit made a motion to open the door that connected the garage to the house.

"What is it, Jake?" Aura asked.

"I-I dunno. Soemthin…..it's the others. They're in bad trouble."

'What kinda trouble, Jake?" Remy asked, casting a suspicious glance towards the door.

"There's…There's an attack. Legion? Is that…it?" The young blonde boy grew quite.

"WHAT?! LEGION?!" Aura shouted, her gaze flickering to the door handle.

Jake's eyes met Gambit's with fear in them. Fear for his team mates. Fear for the students. Fear for themselves.

"They're killing people. They've got a bomb."

He could remember Gambit charging cards as he opened the door. Then..

The world had gone black.

"Oh my god! JAKE?!" He heard Rogue's voice from a far. "Spark, are ya alright?" her voice sounded panicked and distant. Jake couldn't pinpoint the sound as he pushed what felt to be a wall from on top of him.

He sat up, pressing gingerly on his wrist. Well that's gonna be sore for a few weeks. He let out a couch before saying her name. "I'm fine I think." Rogue offered a gloved hand to help him up. He used his own functioning one to pull on it.

"What the hell happened here?" She looked out of breath.

"Bomb. New people that hate us. They call 'emselves 'Legion'. Apparently they're serious."

"Apparently." Rogue said, helping him gingerly step to his feet and get his balance. . "Where's Gambit and Ashen?" They both noticed the way that they were slipping into a combative mode. One where code names and uniforms were always a source of familiar comfort.

"I dunno." Jake glanced around the destroyed garage. He had a good idea of where he was standing and, judging by his bearings, he pointed to a pile of rubble where Remy might lay, with Ashen near by. "We were over there. Gambit was charging cards, and Ashen looked like she was about to die from the blood rushing out of her face. She was so pale….then. I guess the bomb went off."

"Can ya help me find em?"

"Yeah, just don't expect me to move like Pietro. I could never do that when I wasn't banged up." It wasn't his power, but the joke fit. It was so rare that Jake had his psychic surges, a gift from his mother's side of the family, that the last one had felt awkward. Almost painful. Jake recalled the feeling of someone prying into his head and planting the surge there. He felt the electricity gathering in his hands and the thought of someone invading his very personal space, his mind. It was an evil thing to rape another persons psyche, and eviler to do it with such malice and irony. He could nearly hear his uncle's voice yelling at him. "You'll never be as good as Pietro. Your powers are weak!" The painful banishment that he faced even before his initiation to the Brotherhood. "Spark?" Rogue's voice asked softly, seeing the clear distress on his face.

His eyes pushed away the twisted hatred and the sinking feeling that Magneto had something to do with this attack, and forced eagerness and the will to help in. "Lets go," he said confidently.

She quickly moved off to where he had pointed and started moving chunks of dry wall, repeating names.

"Gambit? Can ya hear me?" Rogue whipped around as she heard a large piece of debris move. For some reason her heart both sank and rose as she saw it was Ashen rising out of the dust, unfurling dirty wings that had been tainted with the soot.

"Hey there, girly. How ya feelin'?"

"Not too bad. Little sore, but it'll pass." She said as she cracked her neck.

"Can always count on your healin' factor, right?" Rogue smiled a bit again. But Aura saw the worry that lay behind her eyes. As Rogue saw the same in hers. "Go on and find Warren. He's gotta be up and about by now, and if he ain't he'll need your help."

Ashen started to walk off in the direction of where the door once stood. Rogue's quiet, pleading voice stopped her. "Find as many as ya can. Help 'em. Get 'em someplace safe. It ain't gonna be this quiet for long."

Rogue could still hear the deafening silence as the small fires that had broken out cracked around her. She knew that there was no point in squelching the outbursts because the mansion was doomed to be rebuilt yet again. She filled her head with her own voice, telling herself firm directions on what had to be done.

Rogue turned back and regained her search. Praying that she'd find Remy in one piece.