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Bellion smiled as he watched his people slowly become relaxed around the strangers. There was still some tension, but he had shown them where they could move their Silver Falcon. They had also started to repair the damage that had been done to their small field. He found that he could let go of Scott and be able to still understand him which was interesting.

Scott had been surprised to find that these stoic people could be warm and kind once they realized they had not meant any harm. The fact that they were helping repair the field was also doing much to soften the sheltered people towards them.

There had been few incidents so far, such as Wolverine who had almost gotten in a fight with the Chief when the language barrier had frustrated him. Bellion had managed to stop the two from continuing, however Logan was now spending most of his time at the farther edges of the field.

While most of the team agreed they were doing the right thing repairing the field there had been quiet inquires to exactly how long the duration of their stay was going to be. Scott had waved away most of the questions saying that they were in a delicate situation. They had only just begun winning the people's goodwill; they could not yet broach the topic that had brought them here.

They had confirmed that it was Bellion who had been the cause of the spikes. However, now that they were at the location they were able to see what an important role he played in the tribe. Scott was surprised that despite his obvious age that even the elders of the village often seemed to come to him with problems.

Scott was never able to understand what was being said, however he could observe most of what he needed to know simply by watching the daily interactions. It was when they were taking a break from the field work that Jean once again reminded him why they were here.

Scott looked over when Jean approached and smiled warmly at her as he moved over on the log to give her a space to sit. He could see the thoughtful expression on her face and knew that she was having trouble phrasing exactly what she wanted to say. He took a moment to step out of his role as Captain and gently took her hand into his "What is it?"

Jean smiled, despite their powers she sometimes wondered if it was really Scott who was able to read minds. She relaxed and began to speak easily. Knowing that Scott would value what she had to say. "We've already been here two weeks Scott….we knew that this mission would take time…but we haven't even began trying to discuss with them Bellion's…condition."

Scott frowned and gently tightened his grip on her hand. It was true, at first he had used the excuse of the language barrier to put off the conversation; but time was running out. They had been away for too long now and he was worried about if Magneto should arrive. He looked up and felt put at ease when he saw Jean's eyes looking at him with understanding "I… we'll try to talk to him tonight…when everyone's asleep." He shook his head as he looked up and saw the subject of their conversation walking towards them.

Bellion was excited that the field work was almost done and was surprised to see the warriors working without their leader. He wondered why he would have left but soon understood when he saw him talking to the one called Jean Grey on a log. He had seen their interactions and knew they had partnered in life. He smiled and hoped he wasn't intruding as he walked over.

Jean smiled warmly sensing the young man's hesitation and stood to make the meeting seem less private. "Hello Bellion." She said happily, she was picking up their language faster than the others and was able to speak a few basic words.

Bellion gave a warm smile, Jean Grey was very kind and smart as she respectfully stayed out of their minds and seemed eager to learn their language. The Chief at first had been alarmed at this, but Bellion could see no harm in letting them in a little.

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Scott had watched in amusement as Bellion excitedly told another story to the children. He was surprised at how mischievous the young man could be when he wanted. Watching him interact with the rest of tribe it seemed as though Bellion was constantly a source of patience and understanding. It was moments like this that reminded Scott how young the man actually was.

It was during one of the fantastic battle scenes that Bellion was happily describing that Scott remembered how serious the stakes were. He had seen firsthand how idyllically this small group of people lived away from the rest of the world and its troubles. He planned on doing his mission and leaving them intact. Others would not be so kind; he narrowed his eyes behind his visor as he watched the smoke imitation of Magneto rise from the smoke.

It happened suddenly and only the urgent beeping from his device warned him there was about to be a large burst of mutant activity. One minute Bellion was happily describing the scene to the eagerly listening children and adults when his eyes went wide and he slumped over.

The tribe act quickly, the worried and frightened children were hurried away to their respective trees to rest for the night as the Chief quickly moved to Bellion's side and picked up the slender man.

Scott and his team exchanged glances, not understanding what was taking place. Jean Grey had her eyes closed in concentration as she tried to lightly use her powers in order to gather what was happening. "Scott…" She gasped her breath short as her eyes opened and showed fear.

Bellion trusted the Chief's strong arms as he tried to understand what was happening. He had often had visions but never ones this violent before where he could not decipher what the Universe was trying to tell him. Horrific images flashed in his mind's eyes. He shook his head trying to get them to leave him but the forces would not be stopped. His eyes opened and he looked around blindly comprehension over coming him as he looked around at the concerned faces of his people. "Run" He whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks.

Jean grabbed Scott's arm and looked at him with fear "Scott…Magneto is coming..."

They had no time to act. The Chief was gathering the warriors as the women, children, and elders were being guided and helped out of the village. Quickly and efficiently the necessary belongings were organized and packed as they small village began to evacuate because of a single word from their Shaman.

Scott pushed his way to Bellion's side and touched the man's bare arm, not wanting to risk any linguistic confusion "Magneto our enemy is coming…you and your people must get out now."

Bellion nodded shakily but pulled away from Scott and instead looked to the chief. His mouth was in a grim line, understanding more than these strangers what the words and actions of his Shaman meant.

Bellion bowed his head and moved out of the Chief's arms and murmured a small prayer as he turned and began walking to the outer circle of the village. The Chief protected their people, it was up to Bellion to enable them in any way that he could.

Magneto's arrival was a blaze of fire and Bellion almost cried out from physical pain as he watched as one of their homes crumpled to the ground. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he pressed his hands together and began to quickly murmur prayers passed on to him by his mentor. He could only hope he was strong enough to allow his people to get too safely.

The Chief watched as Bellion stood before the blazing fire and looked at Scott, his eyes filled with obvious accusation before he turned and began to help the rest of his people escape.

Scott couldn't follow what was happening and turned to look at Jean in confusion. She shook her head "He's praying to the Gods to allow his people let his people go…he intends to be the last to leave."

From her expression Scott could easily read what would happen to the slender young Shaman if he stayed behind too much longer. Magneto was creating fear and had not yet appeared, but that would soon change. They also still didn't understand much about Bellion's powers. They didn't have to too realize that if he was praying to the Gods then it was unlikely he had offensive powers.

Scott rushed to Bellion and gently laid his hand on Bellion's shoulder not wanting to startle him. Those large deep eyes opened and looked into his. Scott could see beneath the usual calm there was flickering fear that once again reminded him that he was indeed a young man. "You can't stay here we have to go. Come with us!" He wanted to fight Magneto, but he doubted the area would survive if they did.

He never planned on rushing Bellion into this decision and he also knew that while Bellion could understand him he truly didn't understand what he would be getting into.

Bellion had a rush of understanding of Scott's words he nodded his head. He would leave as soon as he finished the prayer of protection and follow his people to the hidden shelter. However in the confusion of fire and chaos he didn't realize how his answer would be taken.

Scott was surprised by Bellion's quick acceptance and for a second he knew that Bellion really didn't understand. He would take it though, his expression hardened and he nodded to the rest of the team as he guided Bellion over to the 'silver falcon' it was time to go.

It moved all so fast for Bellion. One second he was sure he was telling Scott that he would be following shortly as soon as he was done. Then the next thing he knew he was being dragged to their strange Falcon and forced in. He tried to struggle out but the rival warrior strapped him in a seat and gave him a clear look that said he would be wise not to cause any trouble.

Bellion wondered how he had misunderstood them so much. Were they waiting for a distraction like this the entire time? Waiting for him to have a lapse so that they could take him away from his people who needed him? He didn't want to believe it, he tried to calm himself, there had to be a simple misunderstanding….

Scott could see Jean looking at him and knew that she knew Bellion might not have fully agreed to come with them. He merely pressed his lips together and continued to look forward as he quickly readied the jet and took off. He heard a cry of shock from the back and knew it was Bellion as he watched as all he knew melted away to the ground. He knew then he had made the wrong choice.

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A few hours later they landed at the school and only then did Scott risk turning and looking back. Bellion seemed to have collapsed in his seat and he could see the dried tear tracks on the young man's face. He tried to ignore the clench of guilt that tugged sharply at him as he picked him up. He would get him to the professor quickly. He would know what to do.

Professor Xavier looked up when he heard the jet return and smiled. He had begun to worry but knew that Scott was a fully capable leader. He came out to meet them, surprised to find Scott carrying a slender, slightly strange looking young man in his arms.

Scott tried not to hurry towards the professor as he held out Bellion so that the Professor could easily reach him and asked in a tone that revealed his anxiety. "Is he alright? He won't wake up…"

For the first time Xavier felt a shiver of unease as he took note of the expressions worn by the X-Men. He slowly reached forward and pressed his fingers gently to the young man's temples. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before he quickly pulled away. Partly to respect the young man's mind…and because of what he saw. He looked up at the eyes through the red visor and seriously "Scott…what have you done?"

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