Professor Charles Xavier was sitting in his study, reading his favorite epic poem by Virgil, The Aeneid.

"Excuse me, Charles Xavier." He looked up to the same green man that had yelled at him two nights before.

"J'onn J'onzz, what a nice surprise." It wasn't really a nice surprise, but Charles isn't one for rudeness.

"Charles, would you watch out for Andrea, just for a few days."

"I watch out for all of my students."

"Andrea is not your student, she is mine. And all I ask is for you to give her a little extra attention for a few days."

"Why?"

"Because her friend just died, and I fear she will do something drastic to herself."

Charles was surprised. "Why would she do that?"

J'onn inwardly sighed, how could this man be so naïve? "When something happens to someone that Andrea cares about, she takes the blame and punishes herself as she sees fit. Why?" J'onn took the word right out of Charles' mouth. "Because she feels there is always something that she could have done to prevent it." He let Xavier absorb that for a second. "So will you make sure that she doesn't hurt herself?" He said that a little harsher than he should have.

"Yes."

"Thank you." J'onn didn't wait for Charles to even think about saying, 'you're welcome' before he turned intangible and flew up through the roof.

Charles put his middle and index fingers on his temple and searched for a mind in particular. "Logan."

"Yeah Prof?" Logan thought as he sat in the living room reading the paper.

"Have you seen Andrea Hojem lately?"

"Not since breakfast."

"Will you watch out for her? And when you see her, will you send her to my office immediately?"

"Sure. But why?"

"I just want to talk to her."

"Yeah, no problem."

"Thank you."

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"I'll take this one." I held the white marble urn like it was a child. It had the most beautiful pewter angel embracing the urn on it.

"A wonderful choice." The manager of Gotham Funeral Care said as he led me to the back of the store where I paid for the urn. "I am truly sorry for your loss, Miss Wayne."

"Thank you." I continued to hold the urn as I walked out of the store and into the nearest alley. There, I teleported back into Frankie's hospital room where the not-so-fantastic-at-the-moment four were awaiting my return. I was clutching the angel side of the urn towards me, and waited for Johnny to look up.

"I hope this is okay." I showed him the urn and more tears spilled from his eyes.

"It's beautiful." He choked. I motioned for him to come to me, and he followed me to the bed where her ashes still lied.

"If you have something to say, I'd say it now."

"I love you, Frankie. I always will." The baby started moving in his arms and curled herself closer to Johnny's chest. "I'll take care of her, I promise." He sobbed, and turned away from the bed.

I took the lid off of the urn and waved my hand in a gentle fashion. And tender wind passed by the bed and picked up her ashes. I led the trail down into the urn and placed the lid back on.

"What are you going to name her?" I asked Johnny who wouldn't even look at anyone but the baby.

"Frankie wanted to name her Anita."

"How about Anita Francine Storm?" I threw my two cents in.

He turned and looked at me. "I like that."

"Me too. Come on, let's get you guys home." Ben, Reed, and Sue got up from the chairs across the room and touched my shoulders as I grabbed Johnny's hand and teleported them back to the Baxter building.

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Gambit was leaning against the side of the mansion that faced the small forest as he smoked the last cigarette in his current pack. He'd have to buy more the next time he went out. He took one long, final drawl from it before he thew it into the grass. After enjoying the taste of the smoke for a moment he blew it away and for no reason looked towards the forest. And that's when he saw me stalking into the slightly dark abyss.

"Brève-Remplir, wha' are y' doin?" he muttered before he followed me.

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I wasn't thinking. I needed revenge, but the only person who I could get that particular satisfaction from was a twenty hour old baby. And I can't kill an infant. Especially not Johnny's infant. So the only other alternative was myself. I teleported from the Baxter Building twenty hours after Anita's birth, and ended up in the back of the mansion. I looked over at the forest on the side: it could be promising. So I started my journey towards it. As I got closer, I saw a foot and a half high stump with an ax sticking out. Now that was promising. A minute later, my walk turned into a stalk and I grabbed the ax from the stump as I passed it and headed into the forest. I didn't really care how far I went, all that mattered was that I found the perfect tree. It had an ideal trunk shape and just looked beautiful.

And without thinking, I swung the ax at the tree. I wanted to feel the pain, I wanted to get rid of the horrible feeling I had. Now I understand why emo kids cut their wrists. I pulled the ax out and swung again at the same place. As the ax went deeper into the tree, a similar indentation appeared on my right side. I didn't really notice it until the third or fourth swing, and that was only because I felt something warm on run all the way down my leg. It was blood.

I looked up from the wound and swung again. This time, I actually felt like the ax was cutting into me, I screamed in a pain I thought I would never feel. It was like having a sword slowly making its way through your abdomen.

"Wha' d' hell!" Gambit yelled at me as he jumped between me and the tree.

"Back off Gambit." I growled and lifted the ax up, ready to swing again.

"Pu' d' ax down." He said calmly.

"Don't make me kill you."

"Y' wouldn't kill moi."

"Sure I would. I fulfilled my promise to Rogue, meaning you're fair game again."

He still didn't budge. "Wha happened? What made y' s' mad?"

"None of your God damned business; now get out of my way."

"Non."

"Gambit." I threatened.

He only crossed his arms and stood his ground. "If y' wan t' make somet'ing hurt, hurt moi, non y'self."

"Why do you care?" A tear unknowingly fell from my eye when I said, 'care'.

Like he was really going to tell me his evil plan. "Gambit jus' do."

"But...why?" I don't like it when people I don't know personally start caring for my well-being.

He stared at me with a little compassion. "Why di' y' help Rogue when she wa' captured?" I didn't answer him and he smirked. "See? I's non so easy t' come up wit an answer."

"Go away." More tears started to spill over. "Can't you let me mourn for five fucking minutes!"

He took a step closer. "Wha' happened?"

"Stop it!" I took several steps back to his one. "Leave me alone!"

"Wha' happened?" He said louder while taking another step.

"Nothing!"

"Brève-Remplir don lie t' Gambit!" He got even closer.

I stumbled back and fell trying to get away. This is like Mrs. State all over again. "GET AWAY!" I screamed, curling into a ball on the ground.

"Get away from her, Gambit." A deep voice growled behind me. "Can't ya see she don't wanna talk?"

"Dis doesn't concern y', Wolverine."

"It does now." He turned away from Gambit and looked down at the ground where I no longer was.

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"Oh God damn it!" I grabbed my side as I reappeared. "Heal already!"

"Andi?" I looked up to see the mask of Deadpool. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were at Xavier's."

"Something bad happened Wade. Something really bad." He picked me up from the ground, steadied me, and looked me straight in the eye.

"What happened?" He gave me that look that he never gives anyone.

"My friend died. And there was nothing I could do about it."

"You can't control who lives and dies. No matter how hard you try." Dude you've been whipped, the one voice said, are you even a man anymore? Back off, the other voice defended, it's good to care about others.

I started shaking my head and more tears fell. Stop crying in front of Wade! "But I was there. I was two inches from her, and I couldn't save her." I started sobbing.

Wade didn't really know what to do. It had been so long since he had cared about someone like this. And while he was thinking, he hadn't realized that he was hugging me. It was a natural reaction. When he finally noticed, he only held me tighter. He knew exactly what I was going through emotionally; he had gone through the same thing when his father died, except he kept everything inside, which is probably why he's half-way to crazy.