Warren stood in the marble foyer and tried to look calm. Just about every member of staff had managed to walk pass and catch a glimpse of the mutant son. After a minute of standing still and no sign of his father he began to get anxious. He started walking around the room trying to dispel the awkwardness he felt. He stopped by a wall that had seven pictures hanging from it. The first two were of his father and some of his friends and co-workers. There were also a couple of his mother on her wedding day. He smiled sadly at her timeless face. God how he missed her, she had died in a car accident when he was fifteen.

She had been out with friends and the roads back to the city were icy. Someone had pulled out in front of her, when she swerved out of the way she lost control of her car. The car was found in the middle of a field the next day; it had collided with a tree. The car was burnt almost beyond recognition but they'd been told that she died on impact, before the petrol tank exploded. He never really thought his father got over the lose, neither had he but it was worse for his dad. His father was supposed to have gone with her but decided to work late at the office instead.

The final three pictures on the wall were of him. The first was of him at his fourth birthday party. He was dressed as a sailor and was laughing at something just off camera. The second was of his first day of private school. He was wearing his dark blue uniform with a white shirt and was smiling directly at the person taking the photograph. And the third was a picture of his seventeen-year-old self at his graduation. He was holding his awards for being the top pupil and was shaking hands with one of his professors.

He turned when he heard a noise coming from the top of the stairs. "Hello son."

Alex had walked into the danger room at around half seven to find Storm already waiting for her. To the left side of the large room stood a number of small objects that looked a lot like metal weights. The wall and ceiling on the right had a few bags full of sand hanging from thick rope. Storm had positioned herself in the centre waiting for Alex to look in her direction. She was in her X suit on and had her white hair pulled back into a clip, which lay at the nape of her neck. Sitting at a desk behind her was Hank. He looked up from the many computers and gave her a small wave.

Alex decided to break the silence. After all the sooner they started the sooner they'd be finished. "God this place hasn't changed, has it?"

Hank laughed a little at her joke but sobered quickly.

"Well, everything here has been replaced at least once but I guess it does still look the same," Storm replied with a small smile trying to give Alex the reassurances she needed.

Alex walked up towards Storm and stopped fifteen feet from her and slightly to the right. She pulled a band from her wrist and tied her long blonde hair at the middle of her head. Shaking her arms and legs off for a minute she turned to Storm and give her a confident look to signal that she was ready. Storm started to attach different coloured wires to her arms, neck and head. They would measure her heart rate, blood pressure and brainwaves. Covering her eyes with black material she waited.

The aim of this exercise was to test the person's reflexes. They didn't know when at attack was coming, they simply had to focus and wait. After what felt like an eternity Storm swung her arm towards the table. A small but strong current of air sent five of the small weights in Alex's direction. Two came hurdling towards her legs, which she jumped over almost as if she could see them. They travelled to the wall behind her and crashed to a stop. The next one was headed for her chest. She waited until it was lees than a foot away before it broke into tiny pieces and fell to the floor.

Every time Alex deflected a weight Storm would look to Hank and he would nod to let her know everything was normal. The only things he picked up on was her blood pressure was a little high but that could be put down to nerves and the extra activity, and the slight speed up of her brainwave activity. Hank knew that the electrical currents are not measured, but rather voltage differences between different parts of the brain, so he knew that this was a common occurrence in mutants especially when they used their powers.

The final weight came flying towards her face but Alex didn't seem to notice Storm was about to call out to her when it just stopped inches from its target. It stayed that way until Alex pulled the blindfold off and shock her head, causing the weight to just drop to the floor. Storm and Hank stared at Alex and waited for her to speak.

"I think I need a break," Alex returned slightly out of break. Storm nodded and decided that was enough for the day, she didn't want Alex over doing it , especially when she hasn't used them propably for years.

Warren was now in his fathers study looking into the fire. He hadn't fully recognised his father he look so much older than he had the last time they'd seen each other. He was almost as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The man in question was at the end of the room pouring two glasses of brandy. He walked up to stand beside his son and offered him one of the glasses. Warren acccepted even though he wasn't a big drinker, he'd propably need it. He took a sip to buy himself a little more time before speaking. To his surprise his father beat him to it.

"I'm …glad you're here," he paused almost as if he was about to break down ," I didn't think you'd ever speak to me again." Warren Worthington II looked at his son with a sad smile. He had always been proud of his son, he just didn't show it very often. Everything he'd done for the past few years had been for his son. He thought he had been helping his son, not pushing him away.

" … Dad… It's okay but that's… not the reason I came," he finished the last bit in a rush not wanted to hurt his father.

Warren Worthington II turned away and walked towards the large window which was nestled under the leaves of a gaint oak tree. " What are you here for," he asked in the nicest way he knew how. Warren III looked down at his still full glass and downed it in one go, he'd need all the courage he could get. Setting the glass on his fathers desk he turned to face his back, " Dad… what's wrong with the 'cure'?"

His father turned stiffly around to meet his son's confused eyes. "..

Am I cruel or what. I don't really see warren worthington III as a mean person but that could just be me.You'll just have to wait for the next chapter or possibly guess what's coming next? Let me know what you think, until next time. Slan!