A big thanks to all of you who has made a coment, I'm realy grateful!

Now John finally get what he wanted from the Angel...

In his old room, John used the basket meant for washing-clothes to carry his clothes in and his bedcovers for the rest of his stuff. Nothing he owned was especially fragile, so there was no reason to be afraid he'd smash anything.

With the help form Warren he only had to take one turn, even if he'd lived at the mansion for quite some time he didn't have that much stuff, he knew he'd grew tired on it after a while, and he didn't enjoy the thought of asking the professor for money he'd spend on something he wouldn't even use. John didn't know why, but it felt like he'd play on the mans good will if he did.

Arriving at the new room (John hadn't asked Warren where it was, he suddenly knew himself) he dumped it on the only bed, dug out some new clothes and locked himself in the bathroom to dress. When he came out again Warren was at the window once again. John looked over his shoulder to see what it was out there that was so interesting. But all he could see was some of the younger kids gadding themselves up in a snowball fight against three of the elder students, which were now having a hard time defending themselves. This was nothing new and therefore not interesting, so John tried to follow Warrens gaze to see where it was going. To John's surprise, the Angel was looking out over the landscape outside the garden.

Then Warren turned his head and gave John a little sad smile before turning back to the room;

"Shouldn't we get your stuff of the bed so you'll be able to sleep in it?"

John looked at the bed, and the pile of his belongings on it.

"Won't that be like cleaning?" John looked at Warren with sad, pleading eyes. "'Cause that's boring."

Warren laughed. "Well, then it isn't cleaning!"

John gave him the happiest, most childish smile he could manage "Okay, then!"

But when they had come as far as putting all the clothes in the wardrobe, Warren too was bored with it.

"Why do you keep looking at the window all the time?" John couldn't help asking when Warrens gaze wandered away from what he was doing for the ninth time that quarter. The Angel blinked in surprise, like he didn't realise he was doing it. He the gave John a sad smile;

"I just wanted to get out flying again, I've been locked up for the most of my life and now, when I'm finally at a place I can do it whenever I want to, it's too cold!"

John smiled and the remembered something;

"That's right; you owe me for showing you my powers! We can get down and fly in the Danger-room!"

"But what if there's someone there…?"

"None in their right mind would sign up for a Danger-room season on a Sunday!"

Warren sniggered and John gave him a raised eyebrow;

"So if none in their right mind would go there today, it means we two are nuts?"

John grinned;

"Exactly!"

It turned out John was right; the Danger-room was completely empty. Warren looked around in the big empty room which hadn't changed one bit since John had his burning-season.

"It won't be the same as flying outside…" he mumbled, a bit disappointed. But John seemed to want to get as much as he could out of this, so he gave Warren a sign to follow him, and then he went into the control-room. John didn't know if the Professor was aware of that he could do this sort of things in here, but he didn't really care. After fussing around with the stimulation a bit John got exactly what he wanted, and he tuned it on.

When he and Warren went back into the Danger-room it didn't look like a training-area at all, more like an enormous park, without any people walking around. Trees gave some shadow here and there; otherwise it was all covered in the warming sunlight. John got an idea and took of his shoes and socks, when Warren looked at him he just said;

"I just felt for it, it's kind of nice." Warren just shrugged and took of his own shoes. Then he smiled and walked around for a bit. Now it was John's turn to stare at the other mutant. Warren gave him a bitter smile;

"Because of my mutation my father kept me inside all the time, so none could find out what I was. This is the first time I try this."

John just stared at him;

"Have you been inside for you're whole life?!"

Warren shook his head;

"No, only after I started to grow wings, around 12."

"It's still an awful long time!"

Warren just shrugged, as if saying 'What can I do about it now?'. John let it drop, since he could see that his friend didn't like the subject. He walked around for a bit, before he noticed that Warren wasn't there anymore. He looked around before he remembered the boy's mutation and looked up. There he could see Warren, and he had to admit that he'd chosen a perfect mutant-name.

Then a smile spread itself over his face and he lifted his arms above his head;

"Cheat! You said I could come to!"

Johns scream made the Angel turn in the air in a very graceful way and soar back at his new friend. John saw this and started to run towards a more open place where it would be easier for the other mutant to pick him up.

Out on the treeless part of the "park", John continued running, just for the feeling, before a pair of hands grabbed him under his arms and he felt his feats leave the ground. Warren got him up in the air and then dived down in a sort of way, so that he got Johns arm around his neck; it was the best way he could figure out to carry anyone, and it worked quite well. The extra weight slowed him down a bit, but he could take it.

John stared down at the ground below, he felt as if a strange sort of light gas filled his inside, making him almost weightless. It swelled as a bubble inside him, pushing his lungs aside but not making it hard to breathe. It was wonderful! John knew he was grinning like an idiot, his face actually started to ache, but he couldn't help it.

Warren couldn't help but laugh quietly at the other boy when he made a face like that. The Angel understood exactly what the other boy felt; it didn't seemed to matter how many times he used his wings, he always got that feeling that he really couldn't describe, but that made it a bit easier to understand why people used drugs. If that rush they were talking about only was half as good as this he knew that it was worth every struggle they got through. Because nothing was as good as this; being free today meant that you could take more than three steps before a wall without a door stopped you, so that wasn't it. Being happy meant that you had found a way of not thinking about the way other people around you felt it, that you was so winded up in yourself that you failed to notice others pain and feel it with them. Having a good life meant that you had enough of small peaces of metal and paper to get things that you didn't needed, only to make others want the same.

This wasn't about being free, happy, nor having a good time. It was the feeling of the pure bliss you find when you let go of all things that hold you to the world, when you push away all moral, ethic, behaviour and worries and allow yourself to be who you are and use that to get somewhere. To get wherever you want to be, without people judge you for it, telling you that you are a freak because you can, whispering behind your back about why you shouldn't. This was the bliss you feel when you find something you can do that you love to do, and truly do it.

Neither John or Warren understood it, but the feeling they got wasn't that far from the one you get when you open yourself completely, all the way into the soul, and still are loved, accepted, cared for, knowing that you belonged somewhere. Because both of them had maybe felt like that once, but now they had lost it due that cause of others. They didn't belong, they were locked up, maybe they were loved, but they didn't know, they had stopped believe it.

Now they had found someone else who was like themselves, someone who was lost, lonely; an outsider that hadn't bowed himself to the crowd that had taken away everything they lived for.

Maybe you'd need to be blind to see the way they fitted for each other, for to see that you had to look beyond faces, clothes, pasts, and powers. You had to see who they truly were; see their souls and how the world had shaped them. Because then you'd see how they could accept each other for whom they were, how they could help each other to stay free, how they could give each other a place where they belonged, were loved and where they would be happy to stay.

Together they could save the other from fading away and become a part of the endless crowd that pass through our lives in a grey blur. Only the small things that one of them didn't judged the other on a rumour, on a word form another, might have been the thing that would save them both. The small thing that one of them dared to stop on his way to face someone in the grey blur, to step forward to let that someone become more than a part of the mass, might been all it had to take to save both of their lives.

Because the only way to save the humanity, and the mutants, is to scan the crowd, look carefully, see the faces, and see persons just as yourself and not just something that was created to stay in the background. It was this that Xavier truly tried to teach his students; that they had to open their eyes outdoors, not just to look at what you had in front of you, at how it looked, but also at what it was, how it worked, what was behind it, and if there was a way you could help it walk a bit faster to its goal.

It was because of this that the X-men didn't kill their opponents if they could avoid it; because they had learned the lesson it took to see what way you had go walk if you wanted to reach your goal and find it being just what you imagined it to be.

It was because of this Magneto was fighting his way through life; because he had closed his mind in fear of being hurt again, and there hadn't been anyone like him there to care the way he needed, none had understood who he was, none had tried to look past that face he made towards the world to fool the ones who made weak attempts to pretend to be strong enough, brave enough, to help others. By the time he met Xavier he was so broken that all the other mutant could to was trying to stop the bleeding, trying to close the wounds in his soul the grey blur unknowingly had caused him. Because there is a limit of how hurt you can get before you let go without wanting it, before you sink down, exhausted and so sore that you can't get up without anyone to help. If you don't get up by then you make yourself as comfortable as you can get and stay down just for the safety of the feeling in not being able to fall anymore.

Now the broken soul Magneto is, was determinate to force the grey blur away so that it couldn't hurt him or anyone else again, not realising that doing so would make him alone, not seeing that to others he was a part of the grey, never being told he was a part of the others. Because he had forgot that it was something like belonging, something like love, somewhere that he to could be safe. Because against him the grey blur had made its biggest mistake, but not the only and not the last; this time it had again let it all go too far, it had hurt too much when it tried to stop him from struggling, it had forced too much when it wanted to close the cage. So now it had to once again face, but not learn, what could happened if not another part of grey steps out to create a link to the bigger mass, to show that all is a part of the grey, that when your in it is all colour.

As an Angel and a Pyro at last tumble to the ground in a not too graceful landing, laughing and cheering, nothing of this pass through their minds.

I know that I propably won't have that many left to rad this after that sort of ending in a chapter, but a big thanks to those of you who is still here.

To explain myself; I really tried to find a reason why everyone in the series act the way they do, you don do anything without a reason, even if it's so simple that you "just felt for it". So to put it all together I started to think of this and it fitts all of them, it explains so much.

Because honestly; does anyone really think there is something like pure evil? I don't. I think that people do what they think is right, then (in this case) you just happened to see it all from another point of viev. If all this was shown with Magneto as main-character you'd propably think that the x-men was the bad guys...