A/N: Sorry i hadn't updated, was away for March break and didn't have a computer nearby. Will update regularly. Thanks, Spitfire47

The train ride was a nightmare and a half compared to walking around the train station looking for the damn thing. Digger's cutters were still in my bag and I knew that I had to ditch the evil looking contraptions before any of the officers in the stations decided to be brave. I hurried Tyson onto the train after giving the tickets to the standing guard and then managed to get a small compartment to ourselves.

"Mom?" Tyson asked in a small terrified voice.

"Yes?" I asked making sure that no officers came our way.

"Where are we going?"

"A small safe-house Tyson," I hoped that I got it right. "The people there will protect us."

"From what?"

Prosecution. Discrimination. Harassment. A possible war. I looked at Tyson who had placed his feet against the wall of the compartment and laid his head on my lap. His eyes were closed but I still could sense that he was waiting for an answer.

"Just…to make sure that…um…we are safe from any future harm." That was good wasn't it? That's what the people at this mansion do…don't they? I had no where else to go and no one to turn too. This place was my only hope for me and my son.

The train started to roll out of the station and I prayed that we would get away fine and clear. But as the train turned the bend officers came from the back and took out their ID Scanners. I cursed silently to myself and then gently woke up Tyson.

"What are we going to do?" Tyson asked as he too had sensed the officers coming.

"How good are your illusions?"

"I can only do one."

"Then I'll do the other."

As the officers got closer and closer I unlocked the door and then we slowly practiced on each other so that everything would go smoothly. Just then the door slide open forcefully, making the door bang against the side.

"Collars," one officer asked in a completely bored tone.

I projected the image that Tyson still had his blindfold and gloves on to one and I sensed that Tyson was doing the same to the other. I was tagged and then Tyson, just as I thought the guards were going one turned and said, "It says that this kid doesn't have his required items.

I blinked trying to give the officer a look as if he were crazy but that only got him going.

"Says that they were burned off during an incident," The guard leaned in on Tyson and said, "What incident boy?"

I stood in front of the officer and Tyson and firmly said, "Stop harassing my son. He has the stupid things on now please leave." My automatic reaction would have been placing a mental projection in the guards head that would make him flee for his mother but I figured that this was the safest from not been cured then going to prison. The officer stood and then said, "Listen lady, the boy doesn't have his protective gear on, which is breaking a law of the Mutant Registration."

Protective Gear? Giving fancy words to hell. I shook my head and then said, "He has them on, now leave."

The officer's eyes glared at me hard as if I had the nerve to go against his word, then they softened and became distant.

"Whatever," the officer said, "Let's go."

I sighed with relief as the guards left and then mentally closed the door and locked it. I turned to see Tyson looking pale and slightly exhausted from having the projection up so long. He sat, curled up and was asleep within the minute.

I looked out to see the border come up and I woke up Tyson. Canadian Border Patrol came onto the train and then herded everyone off.

"The train is cancelled," a guard said, "You all will be transported to the airport where your ticket will be reimbursed for an airplane ticket. Now everyone have their passports out and ready."

Our stuff was searched through and the mutants were all scanned. The guard gave the approval and then herded everyone onto the bus. The humans all rushed the back to get far away from the mutants as possible as if they were fearing of getting the 'disease' too. I thought that it was completely pathetic but I knew that one outcry and I would never see Tyson again.

There were five other mutants who were riding up front with us. Two were twins, Kev and Rodrick, with the ability of omniscience, telepathy, projection and memory swiping and erasing; their powers doubled the length and effect if they joined. The other was a sixteen year-old boy named Weeder who had the ability of earth including plants. The two others were siblings traveling from Echo Bay, May and Fall. May had the ability of energy manipulation while Fall was able to have psionic blast, that's when the mutant has the ability to overload someone's mind creating memory loss, pain or even worse.

As we talked and chatted like normal people I learned that they too were going to Westchester Country, New York for the same reason.

"It's a school too," May told me, "So your son would be able to still have his education."

I looked at Tyson who was peacefully sleeping stretched out across an empty seat.

"Is he yours?" Kev asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Where's the dad?" Weeder replied looking at me from under his brimmed hat.

I stopped. Where was Pyro? My little firebug? Was he still at Xavier's? Or did he leave in attempts to find me after I broke my promise of coming back five months ago? Either way I wouldn't blame him.

A few minutes later we turned off the highway and parked in front of the airport. It was cold and breezy as small misty water droplets hit my face revitalizing me.

"Go to a desk and then hand them your ticket, you'll get an airplane ticket as a replacement for $90 each."

My heart sunk, and I hard some people groan. Was it so hard that the officers could have told us this earlier?

"Let's go."

Inside the airport, people were lying on the lined chairs or on the floor. I had gone up to a flight and then ordered two tickets for Westchester Country, New York for Tyson and I as well as sensing the other five doing the exact same. We then walked together through security, ID Scanning (I did the projections this time), and finally went to get a bite to eat at a small deli.

After ordering and getting the food, I sat down and was ready to eat when the news blared in my ears. I looked up and almost dropped my food when I saw the mug shot of Pyro and another mutant on the screen. Underneath in captions were: Two Mutants are finally transferred to GC Maximum Mutant Prison. Tyson looked at me as if wondering is his mother had finally gone crazy, I could even feel him poking me for good measure but I ignored his and slowly turned up the radio waves around me so that I could hear over the noise.

"In tonight's breaking news, two extremely dangerous mutants St John Allerdyce and Rory Macrine are being sent to GC Maximum Mutant Prison on charges of assault, exposure of risk to the general public, and many other laws broken not only in the general public but also crimes that defied the government and attempted murder of a government official both highly chargeable crimes on the Mutant Registration Act. Both mutants are registered but the government has put off curing them for reasons that no one knows of but the government quotes, 'We are in control of the mutants and we will make sure they deserve the punishment they are fit for.'"

I gaped at the tv and Tyson followed where I was looking.

"Mom?" he asked.

I turned the radio waves to normal then dumbly said, "Uh huh…"

"Who is that?"

"That is…," Who is he? I closed my eyes my Pyro had changed. He had shifted into a different skin, a different person and I was panicking on how to get him back. My mind did laps but I still couldn't think straight as the camera zoomed in on Pyro in a multitude of chains and cuffs being led into a van along with another boy who screamed and cussed the cameras and any other onlookers. Pyro looked gaunt, unhealthy, and seemed to be stressed more than anything.

"Mom?"

"That is," That is Pyro, the boy I came to love, the boy I had left behind and the boy I am willing to fight for to get back. "That is your father."