Oh my God guys, I'm soooooo sorry! My computer completely broke down on me. I'm going to skip the commentary today and go strait to the story.

Wittny held on to Edward as hard as she could as the professor spoke. The room became eerily silent. Wittny looked to her brother to see that he had grabbed onto Rouge. The two siblings looked at each other. They had just found the happiness in life that is love. Could they really leave that? Even if it was for the sake of their memories, could they leave the people the loved?

"I'm sorry," The professor said as he read the pain in their eyes. "I know this may be a bad time. No, it is a bad time. But it can't be fixed. You need to learn this. It's the only way to do it. If you don't, we will never be able to return home."

His words fell on deaf ears. All the two could hear was what he had said before. "You must do this yourself." Those words played over and over again in their minds. They couldn't do this. It was too much to handle on their own.

"You don't have a choice," he said. "Either you do this, or everyone here suffers, including the people in your arms."

There was nothing but silence in the room for a long time until Wittny spoke. "Alright," she said, "We'll do it."

Everyone looked at her. She couldn't be thinking right. There had to be something wrong. "She's right," Logan said as he let go a Rouge to walk over to his sister. "We knew Benson in our past. Something in the back of my mind tells me that we could beat him if we had the information we did all those years ago."

"It's true," Wittny said walking those few steps closer to Logan. "I've been trying to recall whatever I can about him. I was always better at remembering than you." She closed her eyes as she focused. "I see a lake. It's got ice all over it. I walk towards a pillar. I push in four small bricks. After that… I've got nothing." She opened her eyes to look at everyone. "I'm pretty sure this has something to do with those damn chips in our heads. They must have been made to, not only, block all our memories, but they also keep me from searching Benson's mind for anything. No matter how hard I look, nothing shows up. I'm totally blank."

"Like me when I first tried to read your mind?" Edward asked as he held her hand. She had started getting a headache. "It was totally blank. I couldn't get a read on her no matter how much I tried"

"No," she said, looking up at him, "I can read everything else about him. His wife committed suicide because their son was a mutant who could put images in her mind, he turned said son into a project which failed, and he has this huge inferiority complex because of his height. That last one was a guess."

The room lightened up, though the atmosphere remained tense. "When do we leave?" Logan asked as he wrapped his arms around Rouge and kissed her neck.

Wittny closed her eyes again. "Benson's pissed," she said once she'd finally gotten a lock on him. "He's got every person he's got looking for us. He didn't expect us to get away. Even if we did, he was sure that we would go back to the school. He didn't know that we had gotten them out. Apparently, he thought we wouldn't know he was coming. Once we got away from him, he expected us to go to the school to get the kids to safety." She looked up at them. "He has no idea where we are, and it's killing him. He was so sure that his plan would work. Now we're alerted to his presence and have gone into hiding. He's gone on the warpath." She looked at them all, "Guys, he's out for blood, and, if he doesn't get it soon, I don't want to be someone who screws up on this. He's already fired five people. He's not playing when it comes to us. There's something about us. Something that makes us more special than all the others. I can't place what it is though."

"Where do we need to go?" Logan asked, tired of waiting, "And when?"

"As I was saying," She said as she glared at him. "The sooner the better. I don't want to think about what would happen if someone were to find out where we are. Benson doesn't care about the rest of the school. He reported us to the president only so he could get permission to break and look for us. Like I said, there's something special about us. He wants to do something, but he can't do it without us.

"As for where to go, I'm looking. I know that he has files on us somewhere, and that those files could be accessed by anybody who can pick a lock on a filing cabinet. Where said file cabinet is, however, is still in debate. It's somewhere in the south." No one spoke as she concentrated. "Southern California!" She suddenly screamed. The look on her face made her mistakable for a mad man. "The files on every mutant any government official knows about are in South California."

"That's on the other side of the country Sis," Logan pointed out. "How are we supposed to get there? By jet?"

Everyone looked to Tommy. "Oh, no," he said. "I know that look," his eyes were on Logan now. "Every time you get that look in your eyes, I end up making some kind of weapon of mass destruction. Next time you might make one that will cause the apocalypse."

"Tommy," Wittny said as she walked towards him. "We don't need much. All we need is a jet that will get us there soon, and protect us if Benson gets wind of it." When she didn't get anything from him, she decided to take a different approach. "Tommy," she said looking at him in the eyes. "You have two choices. Either you make the jet of your own free will, or," her eyes flashed red, "I'll go into your mind and make you do it. You have friends in the physic class, you know why they don't look into people's minds so much," her voice became low and inhuman, "and you know how many things could go wrong." She straitened herself, changed her eyes back to normal, and fixed her voice. "Now, don't you think that first one was better?"

Emmett chuckled at the kid's small figure. "I'll do it," Tommy said, looking up to her, "Wittny goes in the seat with all the weapons, and I get to make straps for Logan's arms."

Logan growled, "You are so dead kid," he said. "If it weren't for the fact that you're our ride out of here, I'd kill you."

Rouge and Wittny both took turns hitting him on the head. He was about to make another statement, but stopped when he looked outside. "Dear God," he murmured, looking at the jet outside, you've outdone yourself this time kid. I swear, if you let me keep this, I'll never hit, threaten or yell at you again. Just let me keep that jet."

Everyone was astounded. Everyone except Wittny who also starred in awe. Apparently, the jet was really fancy. Even Edward didn't get what was so big. He was about to ask when Wittny and Logan went on this weird rant about sonic speed, firearms, and other stuff even the Cullens couldn't understand.

Wittny stopped herself long enough to pull Edward away from the crowd admiring the jet. "You know what this means, right?" she asked once she was sure they were out of hearing distance. "I won't be able to see you for days, maybe weeks."

He gently kissed her forehead. "Wittny," he said, "I know, and I'm not worried. If I remember correctly, you can implant yourself into my mind and talk to me that way. We can still talk to each other, we just can't touch each other, and I'm sure it won't take that long."

"I don't know," she said. "I met a mutant who could kind of see the future, better than Alice can, and I had to copy her power. Ever since, I've had these feelings. I tell about little stuff that no one else knows, and I think that this little trip is going to last a lot longer than any of you think."

He looked disappointed. "Now I don't like this plan," he said, hugging her close to his chest with all his might, "I don't know how long I can be away from you this time. If you look into the minds of any of my family, you can tell how miserable I was. They even had to hold me down for three months after we heard that you had died. I kept trying to go to the Voltori so they would kill me, but I never made it out of the house. In the end, they convinced me to come back and visit your grave. Imagine my surprise when I saw you. I've finally got you back in my arms and now you have to leave me?"

Seeing the pain in his eyes and hearing the pain in his voice, Wittny looked up and kissed him without warning. She gripped his hair with her hands and pulled him closer to her, and, for once, he didn't hold back. He pulled her closer to him by her waist, and didn't come up until she pulled back for air. "How about this," she panted, "I can fill your mind with images of kisses like that when you're not with the others. My illusions are very real. It would be like I was really there."

Edward shook his head. "No," he said, "I won't settle for anything less than the real thing. You are my life now, and I'm willing to wait to start that life, no matter how long it takes."

I'm going to post this right now. I don't know when I'll be able to post next time (if anyone knows my mom no one is to tell her that I used her office computer to post this) so, please, stop asking me to update. I can't post on the library computer, but, when I check my mail, it gets kind of annoying when you guys all write "Update soon". It reminds me how I can't even type anything up. I repeat: no one tells my mom where I wrote this.