Going back to school with Pyro gave me a sense of small rebellion that stirred and grew. I knew that I'd probably get in deep trouble but I didn't care, Pyro had a right to see his child and I'd make sure that it was done. I honestly wasn't too sure on how long I'd be able to hold up Pyro's disguise so we had to move quick through the crowds of humans. We made it back in good time to the school and without even bringing attention from any of the soldiers who patrolled the streets. I knew that my powers were working but also I felt myself being drained incredibly. Sweat started to form on my forehead and I knew that we had to get to safety before I passed out. Pyro didn't like my condition either but I waved him off and kept telling him that we had to move quickly.

We came to the mansion gates and I pushed it open. Pyro went through first and I followed. We then quickly scurried across the path towards the main door but then I grabbed Pyro's arm to stop him from opening the door.

"What is it?" he asked seeing that my eyes were going distant. I sent my subconscious into the school and found three soldiers checking random students. I panicked, not everyone was tagged but I could sense that Storm was having a heated argument with the Sergeant.

"This way," I whispered, we hurried off and towards the back secret entrance. I had cast my subconscious within a wide radius and found that there were five soldiers with Cureguns patrolling the yard itself. Pyro and I quickly ducked behind a large cluster of shrubs just as a soldier walked past.

"We're not going to get to the passage at this rate," Pyro said, his voice was filled with panic and almost fear.

I frowned and then muttered, "I'm going to teleport us."

Pyro looked at me as if I were crazy.

"I have tested it before, the distance from where we are to my room isn't that much," I reassured, "I should have enough power."

Pyro didn't like the word 'should' but I told him that we had no choice which was true. The longer we stayed here the more likely we would be detected, suspected and then eventually brought in. I calmed my body as it tensed with the power I commanded it to contain. My mind suddenly buzzed and the air slowly solidified. I gave Pyro's hand a good squeeze and then my mind went blank.

It was a rushing sensation of flying and being sucked into a pit of quicksand. My body felt it was going to be ripped apart yet it was oddly satisfying as a rush of air passed through me. I still had Pyro's hand and kept a firm grip on it making sure I never let go. I then felt another quick rush of air and then a whisper in my ear: "It's alright."

I opened my eyes and looked around my half expecting to see Cureguns pointed right at me but instead I was in my room - with Pyro right beside me. I smiled and was ready to congratulate myself when a wave of nausea hit me causing me to stagger into Pyro.

"Whoa," he said holding my arm, "Easy, let's sit."

He pushed my clothes and books of to one side and forced me to sit.

"I'm fine," I muttered weakly although I didn't sound too convinced myself.

"No you're not," Pyro replied, "You're weak from teleporting, sit and relax." He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders comfortingly, his other hand rubbed my arm. I allowed my body to release it's tension and to my surprise I almost blacked out completely but I managed to stay half awake listening to the birds outside and Pyro's comforting voice saying comforting words.

"You can stay here," I heard myself say, "We could sleep together."

Pyro gave a small smile but didn't say anything instead he merely drew himself closer and kissed the top of my head. I felt my brain go numb and both of us sat in total bliss.

When I had some energy I sent my subconscious out to see if any more soldiers were around; they were all gone. I cleared my room with a single wave of my hand, commanding clothes to fold and place themselves back in the drawers and books to be stacked on my desk. Pyro looked at the separate system for mutants and even typed in a few words about GC prison. He didn't tell me much and I didn't expect him too, he had just broken out of prison and was more quiet than usual, which was fine by me. Once Pyro was done typing the 'few words of advise' he laid on my bed next to me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Fine," I replied giving him a small smile of reassurance, "How about yourself?"

He paused for a few moments before saying, "It's different...being back here."

I told him that it'd be okay, that we would take this in small steps for there was no reason to do anything drastic. We laid there together soaking up each other's presence in silence.

"I knew that you had come back to New York," Pyro said suddenly breaking the silence. I looked at him ready to tell him that it didn't matter, that it was alright but he shook his head and insisted on telling me, " A couple of guards were talking about it and that was when I decided to breakout. I was able to convince a few other guys who was capable of starting a riot."

"Pyro," I said, "Tomorrow, tell me tomorrow right now you need to sleep."

It was obvious the exhaustion was hanging over him and that sleep was so desperate that it affected his speech slurring his words and making him mumble.

"Tomorrow," Pyro mumbled so quiet that I had to lean in to hear him, "Tomorrow..."

"Yes," I said, I reached up and allowed my will to force him to sleep as I made skin-to-skin contact brushing away his hair, "Sleep."