Chapter Two: Goodbyes
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"Do you recall what happened?" Hank asked, scratching his head.

"Yeah. She looked unconscious at first but when I went to check her pulse, she shot up and attacked me." I sat down in the soft chair in Xavier's office, rubbing my forehead with my gloved hand. "After a moment she backed into the corner and started screaming about random stuff; about a son."

Scott's eyebrow shot up.

"I swear, it's not mine." I said, putting my hands up in surrender. "Haven't seen her since our trip in space; the turbulence up there makes it impossible to do anything. I was too busy commanding, remember?"

Hank's chest jumped as he chuckled silently. "Did she say anything else?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she was arguing with herself, like someone else was there with us...whoever was wasn't that nice to her either. She was going on about how she should die because she couldn't save everyone."

"Oh boy." He brushed his large hand through his blue hair, sighing.

"Oh boy, what?" Scott asked, turning to look at the doctor.

"I took a sample of the rock from the same place Logan and Alex were feeling the magnetic field, and from the place where the jet landed." He held up two plastic bags, both containing debris from the island. "Both were magnetized."

"But we didn't feel anything when we got off of the jet." I said, leaning back.

"Exactly. One was more effected than the other. I looked around some more, but the palace looked completely cleaned, leaving no clues of how she ended up down there." Hank scratched his head again, putting the rock samples down. "I would say she jumped, she fell, or she was pushed."

I shook my head. "No. However she got down there, it was intended. There was no way she accidentally fell down a secret hatch."

Scott shrugged. "True. It makes sense."

"She wouldn't have abandoned the people on the island to save her own skin either; the cave down there was big enough to fit a ton of others."

"That's also true, which makes me believe she was pushed. The biggest suspect; her father. The twins Pietro and Wanda must have gotten away somehow and Lorna stayed with Erik." Hank sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"Sounds like something she would do." I murmured. "She's stubborn as hell."

"If that's the case, then I think he pushed her to save her. If he wasn't being threatened, he would have gone with her."

"Aren't you the problem solver." I murmured, rubbing my head again. The entire situation was giving me a headache and the fact that I had to sit here in this office trying to solve a mystery wasn't helping. "Sorry." I muttered. "Bad mood."

Hank waved his paw in acknowledgement. "That leaves the other question; where is Erik and the Maximoff twins?"

"I thought we were trying to figure out what happened to Lorna." I said, sliding down lower in the seat.

"Yes, getting back to that. Lorna's mystery is quite complicated; it's like puzzle pieces that don't fit together." Hank grasped his clipboard, looking it over. "All that we know is that she was supposedly pushed down the hole, she isn't quite...right, and there's a slowly dying magnetic field that could've been cast by her or her father."

"So basically we can't do this on our own." I said, resting my head in my hand.

"Moira would know what to do." Scott said.

Despite the ache in my head, I sat up quickly. "Wait a second, that's not what I meant. We can't just send all of our problems to Scotland and hope for the best."

"When we do, they seem to come back better." Scott answered before Hank could. "Think of it; Rogue, Warren, Professor, even I've gone to Muir Island, and we all came back perfectly fine."

"Will Moira be able to actually do something about it? If we don't even have clues, how's she supposed to help us?" Sending Lorna away only made my head hurt even more.

"Well...if she can bring Lorna back, hopefully she'd be able to remember what happened before we found her." Hank said. "I think Muir Island is the smartest choice."

"So do I." Scott said, looking at me.

Technically it didn't matter if I agreed or not, as long as the leader and the doctor agreed on something, it was a go.

I leaned back, crossing my arms. "Yeah. Sure, I guess so."

Friday evening wasn't any easier. I was down in the infirmary trying to get Lorna into a pair of clothes that she apparently wasn't so thrilled about putting on.

The medicine Hank had gotten her high on wasn't helping either of us; she was calm, but she wouldn't quit talking to herself. Whatever she was on would last her until she was in Muir Island; she probably wouldn't even remember seeing me.

I huffed as she hissed at the jeans I pulled out of the pile of clothes Hank had rested on the bed for her.

"Please just put the pants on." I begged, holding them out.

"Uh-uh." She said, shaking her head.

"You can't go in shorts. You're going all the way across the world, you need these." I said, sighing.

"I don't like the color."

I groaned. "They're blue!"

"They're gross."

"You won't even notice it! They'll probably sedate you on your way there!"

"So then why can't I go in shorts? I won't know if I'm cold or not."

I was about to sedate her right then and there but remembered it most likely wasn't her talking. Hank thought she could have adapted other personalities trying to make up for the loneliness and silence in the hole we found her in in Genosha. Still, they were all annoying.

I opened the button and fly on the jeans and bent down, rolling up the leg on the left side. "Lift your foot."

"No." Lorna said, crossing her arms.

"I swear, I don't have the patience right now." I answered, tapping her ankle. "Lift your leg."

"I don't like those."

I hissed inwardly, grasping her leg and pushed her foot into the pants leg.

She complained for a moment and reluctantly pushed her other foot into the other leg.

Sighing, I pulled her jeans up, swaying her to make sure they were up all the way and pulled the zipper up.

"Button it." I said, grasping her shirt.

"That's an ugly shirt." She said, pushing the button on her jeans through the hole.

"Jokes on you, it's your shirt." I mumbled, sliding it over her head.

"Don't be an ass."

I had to admit, I hadn't been the nicest since our trip from Genosha. My friends were seeing it, the kids I trained were seeing it, I was seeing it, hell, even Lorna and her messed up brain was seeing it. But since we'd come back, I hadn't been greeted with any news that made me happy. We still had no idea who sent the Sentinels in the first place, we couldn't get a location on any of the Maximoffs, and now Lorna was being sent away for God knows how long.

"Just put your socks on." I said, tossing her the bundle of socks.

"Yessir." She muttered, sitting down on the bed to pull the cloth over her feet.

I dragged her brown leather boots from the wall and placed them in front of her.

When she finished zipping the boots on, I pulled her gray Xavier's Mansion sweatshirt over her head.

"C'mon." I motioned for her to walk with me. "The jet's ready for you."

We walked through the sub levels in silence, side by side. She looked around as if she had never seen the hallways before, her hands tucked in the pocket in her sweater.

I held her smaller suitcase, surprised that she had any left, and her backpack was slung over my shoulder. I tapped her arm and led her down to the hangar.

"Woah." She marveled at the large and sleek Blackbird that rested silently in the middle of the room.

"Not today." I said, steering her away. We walked to the separated room where the smaller jets were kept, stopping at the one where Scott, Hank, and Jean stood.

"All set." I murmured, loading the single suitcase into the aircraft.

"Good." Jean said, smiling as she grabbed Lorna's hand. "Scott and Hank will take her over."

"Thanks, buddy." Scott said, patting my shoulder.

"This is hers." I handed him the backpack. "Be careful with it."

Scott held my gaze for a moment before nodding. "Promise."

Lorna pushed between me and Scott and hugged me, tighter than usual. "Bye!" She squealed, pressing her ear to my chest.

I hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. She wouldn't take it as passionately as I intended it to be, but as long as I was able to kiss her, I was okay.

She pulled back, bounding up the stairs to the jet.

"Be careful guys." I said as Scott and Hank followed.

"Don't worry." Hank assured. "We'll be back by tomorrow."