AN: To yaoiboy/Mark- for the next two chapters, please do not be upset with Quinn as she apologizes greatly. Also, please do not be upset with Caim, Quinn and I both beg you not to be.

The water had gone cold but Quinn didn't care, she sat under the shower anyways, her wet clothes and hair plastered to her body. She had been sitting in the bathtub for nearly two and a half hours and she didn't plan on moving anytime soon. She knew that there was a high risk of her getting sick but she didn't care; the one thing she had honestly cared about had been taken away and she had no idea how she was going to get him back. She would never openly admit how much she cared about Mark or how much she had missed him lately, and often times she hated admitting it her herself, but when it came down to it that was how it was.

She lay down on the bottom of the tub, her first movement in over an hour, and propped her feet up on the end. The whole world could go to hell.

A knock came from her bedroom door and she didn't move, didn't say anything. She heard it open and absentmindedly wondered who it was and what they wanted. A set of feet padded across her carpet and stopped outside her bathroom door. Quinn wondered why they didn't just walk in, but then she realized that maybe they thought that she was naked.

She sighed. "What?"

"Oh good, you're alive." Caim sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, resting his bare feet on the closed toilet lid. "I came to make sure you hadn't drowned yourself or slit your wrists in the tub."

"Fucking pessimist."

"Mhmm."

"What's your problem?" She looked over at him, waiting for a reply she didn't get. They sat there for fifteen minutes, she staring at him and him staring at the tile. He was the first to move as he stood and turned off the shower. "I think Mark would be a little upset if you died from hypothermia after escaping it's grasp once before, don't you think?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Quinn sat up and stared at him. "I mean, I know you're quiet but I know you can be happy, I've seen you with Alex. Where did this depressive emo guy come from?"

"We all have our ways of coping." He reached down and grabbed his bag from beside him. He rested it on his knees and unzipped the top. Quinn looked away when he pulled a bottle out of it.

"What happened to the Caim who told me that we'd be getting on the Blackbird when it leaves no matter what Mr. Xavier and the rest of the X-Men say?" she asked firmly.

Caim sighed. "He's still here just… repressed."

"I want him back."

"No you don't."

"Why not?"

"Because he'd be down in the danger room arguing with Mr. Xavier and getting us nowhere."

"Isn't there a part of you that could be rational with him?"

"This coming from you?"

"Shut up and answer the damn question."

Caim was silent for a long moment. "We need to know where they've taken them and then work from what we know and what we can quickly find out about the layout and landscape of the facility. Then we can come up with a plan to get in and get them out."

Quinn nodded slowly. "So then why aren't you helping them?"

"Because at this point I can't and Mr. Xavier would just send me right back up here if I go down. Don't worry though, I will be getting a word or two, hopefully much more, before we leave."

"I like this Caim a lot better than the depressed one."

"Me too."

They shared a thin smile and Caim helped her get out of the tub. He tossed her the towel that hung on the doorknob and she rubbed at her hair. She glanced at his gloved hands which were playing with the bottle in his lap.

"You told me that they hide your powers," she said. "What do you mean?"

"They hide them like your image inducer hides your appearance."

"What's there to hide?"

"Do you ask everyone so many questions?"

"Do you always turn into a pessimistic ass when you're upset?"

"No. Sometimes I'm a pessimistic lunatic."

"Wonderful. Glad you're an ass tonight."

"Me too."

"So what do they hide? And your sweater, you always have that on too."

He looked at her. "I'm surprised that you've taken the conversation this way; I thought you'd be asking about what I know about what happened to Mark and Kitchie and Ms. Dugan, Rogue, Wolfsbane, and Kitty."

Quinn stopped drying her hair and looked at him. The only sound in the room was the drip of water falling from her body and hitting the bath mat. She hadn't fully realized that while she had been tuned out that someone, that Caim, had been listening to Mr. Xavier. She also hadn't realized that Mr. Xavier would have actually told them the details about what had happened.

Caim got off the counter with the bottle of vodka in one hand and his bag in the other. "Dry off and get dressed, then I'll tell you," he said. "I'll be back in a couple minutes." He left and Quinn knew that, whatever his explanation was, it would be fodder for a new batch of nightmares.