Ian was asleep, fell asleep the minute he sat down seems like. His head rested on my lap, face twitching every now in then with some unknown dream running through his mind. I brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes carefully. He looked so much like my little brother. Blonde, small, quiet, but you could just tell by looking at him that everything he saw, he remembered, and learned from.

Logan spoke up, "You seem a bit attached, don't you think?"

I raised an eyebrow at Logan, "Hmm?"

"You normally don't talk to people to much, especially ones younger than you." Logan noted.

"He just…" I trailed off, not knowing how to say it without seeming weak, vulnerable to my own memories. Pathetic.

Logan raised an eyebrow at me, putting the jet on auto pilot as he walked back to where we were sitting. "What's wrong kid?"

"He looks like my brother." I mumbled.

Logan paused, "You miss him don't you?"

"A lot." I admitted.

"What's stopping you from seeing him?" Logan asked.

"My parents are the ultimate manipulators Logan. They pushed me and pushed me with words and actions to achieve perfection in everything. They demanded a perfect daughter." I said, "So when I turned out to be a mutant, they gave me the boot. It's not impossible for them to warp the way he thinks and make me out to be some kind of terrorist that likes to eat children and BBQ live puppies in her spare time."

"You're scared that when you see him again, he'll hate you." Logan concluded.

"I'm terrified." I admitted. "But I'm sure I'll get over it someday."

Logan nodded, "Whatever."

Ian suddenly shot right up, grabbing his head in pain, mouth jolting open in a silent scream.

"Ian-"

His form suddenly shifted, morphing into Lucas.

Lucas turned to me, smirking as Logan and I both jumped up, facing him. "Well, I'll admit, yer skills are impressive lass, you just might be my equal after all. Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

He thrust his arms in either direction, ripping the plane in two, letting us fall through the air.

Logan grabbed onto my shoulders as we fell, "A Para shoot would be helpful!" He screamed into my ear.

I smirked over my shoulder, "No thanks!"

I concentrated carefully, stopping our fall with my telekinesis, and steadying us in the air.

Logan held on tighter, slipping down to my ankle form the sudden stop.

"Since when can you fly?" He screamed up at me.

"Few months ago." I answered.

"Great!" He snapped, "Put me down now?"

"Sure." I shrugged, kicking my ankle loose.

He screamed, falling to the ground. Five feet below us. He glared up at me, "Kid, I oughta-"

I chuckled, flying back up to where Lucas was. "You can't keep Ian and David locked up in there forever Lucas. Eventually, they'll get out."

He shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. Enough about those pathetic twits, let's just talk about you and me, fighting."

He sent a blast at me, and I shoved it back, both of us pushing on the telekinetic material. Push, shove, strain, grind teeth, sweat, keep pushing.

He was strong, but sloppy, he didn't have consistency, so whenever he slacked off for a few precious milliseconds, I took advantage, shoving his away.

He grunted a little, regaining his balance, smirking. "You have quite a few tricks up those sleeves, don't ya lass?"

I nodded, "Here's one I bet you don't have."

I took a deep breath, concentrating, and then letting the imaginary piano fall on his head, sending him plummeting towards the ground.

He screamed as he fell, but shoved the piano away, flying right back up, "Cheater, that's not telepathy, or telekinesis!"

"Nope, but it is a mutant power." I said, smirking.

He raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading over his face, "Well, well, well, quite the treasure trove, aren't you?"

I smirked, crossing my arms, "Like what you see, huh?"

"Just pathetic you're wasting your time with my father, you're meant for bigger things you know." He pointed out.

I shrugged, "Maybe. But your cause, it isn't anywhere near as important as your fathers, if you even have one that is. You're nothing but a punk with daddy issues that needs a good smack in the face, and a reality check."

He growled, shoving at me with telekinetic force, which I easily batted aside. "You don't know me!"

"I know you need to wise up!" I snapped, "We have an international crisis on our hands! Human/Mutant relations couldn't be worse, Shield is on the brink of destruction, the world barely survived oblivion, and all you've been doing is sitting on your ass all the live long day, only caring about you!"

He chuckled, as if that was funny, and said, "Who cares about humans? Only thing they're good for is mindless followers, and that's where it ends."

I shook my head, "You disgust me!"

Lucas was suddenly in a bright orange straight jacket, with shackles around his ankles. I love my mutant abilities.

"Goodbye!" I said, grabbing his mind quickly, and forcing my way in. Let's just pray I can keep a hold of his mind while I keep us both in mid air.

I heard him gasp, the sensation of the black out is frightening, even the professor still got chills whenever we have a little telepathic session. I pushed in, using everything I had to keep conscious outwardly and inwardly.

I darted past Lucas' door, then Ian's, coming to rest outside the third. I grabbed it, straining against it to make it open.

"Who's there?" Yelled a frightened voice from inside.

"Fed up teenage girl trying to save your life!" I screamed, yanking against the door frantically. "Help me open the door already, for all I know we're falling to certain death!"

I felt him help me push against the door, but he was so weak.

"I… I can't!" He said, helplessly, at the end of his rope, like a man who's climbed the tallest mountain in the world, only to discover what he climbed was a mere hill next to the mountain.

"Yes you can!" I insisted, "You are just as strong as Lucas mentally, now mutant up and open the door already!"

I felt a very hard shove against the door, and it flew open, I got a brief glance at who I assumed was David, before I was high above the ground again, David plummeting to the earth below.

I gasped, diving down after him, he stretched his hand out to me, trying to grab hold of my hand.

I frowned, and made a rope appear in my hand, before throwing it out to him as we fell. He grabbed it, and I yanked him up, stopping him from crashing onto the hard ground. He trembled slightly as I slowly lowered him to the ground, getting his footing before letting go of the rope. I land in front of him carefully, trying not to spook him. He's been cooped up inside of Lucas for months, that's enough to drive anyone mad.

He took a few steps back, stuttering and looking around wildly, before looking down at his hand, wiggling his fingers, then doing the same with the other.

He looks up at me, eyes widening, "Did you just… save me?"

"Yep." I said, "You're still unstable, Lucas could break out at any minute, so we need to get you to the mansion AS-"

He cuts me off by pulling me into a tight, but not bone crushing, hug, overjoyed, "Thank you!" He says, hugging a little tighter, "Thank you so much!"

"Uh… you're welcome?" I offered. Years of training with Logan, never prepared me for the most difficult humiliating task, accepting praise.

Logan suddenly spoke up, "Alright, enough with the hugging, time to put on yer big boy pants kid, yer dad's waitin for ya, and yer mom."

David let me go, looking over at Logan, "My mom?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's over there by now." Logan explained.

David beamed, looking from Logan, to me, "You're with my father?"

"Student of his." I said, not being able to contain the pride in my voice.

"But… how did you stop Lucas? I mean, even my father wasn't able to do that." He said, staring at me.

"It takes a lot of effort for an amateur to keep up mental shields like the kind you and Ian were trapped behind." I explained. "He wasn't at his top game like he was when your father faced him. That made it easy for me to slip in."

Logan spoke up, "Hate to interrupt this telepathy class, but do you wanna go home or not kid?"

He smiled, despite Logan's rude tone, "You bet."

We loaded onto the jet, and he smiled at me, "Thanks again."

I shrugged, turning away and sitting down. Who knew the professors son would be so cute?

David spoke up, "Lucas isn't going to get out again, is he?"

I bit my lip, "Your dad can take a look in there and make sure once we get there."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Idris Welsh." I answered, "Call me Black Out."

"Black Out?' He asked.

"It's my X-men name." I answered. "We've all got one. If you plan to let your father teach you, you'll be getting one too."

"What other names are there?" He asked, curious.

"Logan over there, his is Wolverine." I said. "Jean, the red headed girl you met last time, she doesn't have one. But the guy who was with her, her boyfriend, Scoot, his name is Cyclops."

David chuckled, "It suits him."

"So." I said, "Are you gonna stay at the mansion?"

He shrugged, "Don't know, maybe, but I haven't seen my mom in awhile."

I nodded, "I get it. You miss her."

"A lot." He agreed.

There was a long silence, before he spoke again, "So, how long have you been a student of my fathers?"

"Hmm… about four years now." I answered.

"What's it like there?" He asked.

"Now that there's so many people, kind of crowded, but once you get used to it, it's like living in a big family." I shrugged, "The high school is okay, but everyone there who isn't a mutants' try and beat you up all the time."

"Really?" He asked.

"You've missed out on a lot." I commented.

He nodded slowly, "I guess I have."

I smirked, "Don't worry, we'll get you up to speed."