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Hawaii-Summers household

In the weight room, in the basement of the Summers' beach house, lay a nineteen year old boy, a brunette with enticing blue eyes, bench-pressing. All of a sudden he stopped, sat up, and quirked his head as a feminine voice entered his head and spoke to him.

Nathan, honey, could you please get your sister and come join your father and I in the foyer please? He slowly got up from his seat.

Sure thing mom. He wiped the perspiration off his forehead and trudged up the stairs to go get his younger sister.

Scott was in his room when his wife contacted him. He wasn't startled at all by the fact that a voice was talking to him inside his head. He had been living with three telepaths for a pretty long time by now, so he better be used to it.

Scott, I have some important news, please come to the foyer so I can speak to you and the children.

Is it bad? Scott got up and started towards the foyer.

I don't know. Her voice sounded foreboding. He quickened his pace. Soon he found his wife sitting in the plush, leather chair, with her long red hair pulled up into a ponytail and a tired and worn look on her pretty face. She held a piece of paper in her hands, which looked to be a letter. He sat on the arm of the chair and held her close, as the waited for their two children to arrive.

Nathan could have used his telepathy to contact his sister, but he was just too tired. He stood in her doorway and observed her for a few minutes, while he tried to regulate his breathing. Rachel was seventeen. She was applying mascara to her green eyes, while using her telekinesis to brush her long red hair.

"Hey Rachel, mom wants us downstairs," he said, startling her. Because of this, she lost her concentration, getting her hairbrush tangled in her hair and messing up her mascara. She groaned.

"Now look what you made me do!" she cried, gesturing to her ruined hair and face.

"Sorry," he smirked. "But you didn't look much better before anyways." He ran out the door just in time to avoid getting hit by a wayward book.

I'll get you Nathan! She screamed in his head. The two teens entered the foyer and sat on the couch, on opposite ends.

"Well, now that you're all finally her, I have some news. A dear friends of ours, Charles Xavier, has written and requested our help, to return to New York.

"So, when are we leaving?" Nathan asked.

"As soon as possible," was Jean's answer.