Two weeks passed without incident and Quinn and Mark were glad. They slowly but surely settled into their new home and their new school, surrounded by new friends. In her head, but never out loud, Quinn often said that she would have just given up and left if Mark hadn't been there.
When they weren't working, training, or doing school related stuff the four of them hung out and tried to get to know each other a little better. Not in the cheesy TV show ways, but just by sitting around and hanging out: watching a movie, listening to music, anything that would get them to talk. Well, anything that would get Caim and Quinn to talk. Mark and Kitchie had no problem.
One night they ended up in the territory of pasts, and all their stories that they hadn't told came forth.
"My father tried to shoot me but the bullets backfired and killed him," Mark finished that night, after explaining the whole story about how his mother had left and his father was a drunk. "So I ran away and ended up meeting this guy who was the father I never had. But one day I came home from a super crap day at school, and when I cried on his shoulder…" His voice trailed off and he discreetly wiped his eyes. When he continued his voice was softer: "And when I cried on his shoulder my tears turned to knives and killed him. They killed him and cracked his watch…" He held up his wrist to show the others. "Which I now wear and will never get fixed."
"Though I've offered," Quinn pointed out.
"Yes, but I won't let you."
"As we can see by the fact it's still broken." She smiled at him to let him know she was playing around. He sighed leaned back into the couch. Kitchie was next up for his story, and briefly explained that he had lived in an orphanage before Professor X came and picked him up. "-it was the best day of my life," he finished.
"Neat," Quinn replied. "I was an orphanage kid too." Kitchie beamed at her. "Really? Where? It would have been crazy if we had been in the same one or near the same one-"
Quinn shook her head to cut him off. "I'm from Nevada, not so close to you." Kitchie nodded, still smiling, and all eyes turned to Caim. He glanced up at them from his spot on the floor and raised an eyebrow.
"Your turn," Quinn said.
"He doesn't have to tell us," Mark said.
"We told ours."
"By choice."
Quinn rolled her eyes and leaned back against him. Caim sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I ran away from home and ended up here by accident."
Everyone was silent for a bit, waiting for him to say more, though they all doubted he would. In the end they were right and he didn't, just gave them another shrug. They put on a movie after that and didn't bring up their pasts really again.
AN: My most sincere apologies for my month long absence, then arrival with such drabble as this chapter. No. I don't even classify it as a chapter. It is a crappy little blurb, a sorry excuse for me attempting to wrap stuff up before continuing on. So please forgive me, and my procrastination (and my computer, cause it has some explaining to do *glare*) I will be updating more soon!
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