Pietro couldn't believe he was talking to his grandfather! His grandfather, who has been dead for years!

"You are dressed differently," said Jakob. "Where are you from?"

"Uh, I'm from America," said Pietro, thinking of a lie to tell quickly. "My parents moved there from Poland years ago. We wanted to come back to visit some relatives that stayed behind, but my parents have very little money, so they sent me here alone."

"Take my advice, son. Go back home now. Your family is most likely dead."

"What?"

"Have you not heard? Adolf Hitler has taken over Germany, and other countries in Europe, and started a Holocaust. Jews, Gypsys, and anyone else who doesn't fit in Hitler's idea of a "pure race" are sent to his death camps."

Pietro's eyes widened. 'Crap! I'm in the World War II era!'

"But I can't go home right now! I have no way of getting there!"

"Well, I guess you can stay with me and my family. It's the least I can do after you saved me."

"Thank you, sir."

'Thank you, grandfather.'

Pietro found himself in a small house. It's looked like only two, maybe three, people could live there. But according to Jakob, five people lived there. Six including Pietro now.

'What am I going to do?' thought Pietro, sitting in a chair in the family room. 'How am I going to get home? And how can I keep myself from revealing who I really am? They can't know I'm from the future and releated to them! I could cease to exist!'

Jakob entered with two cups of tea. He handed one to Pietro, then took a seat.

"Thank you," said Pietro.

"You're welcome," said Jakob.

"So, please tell me about yourself, Jakob."

"Well, I was part of the German Army during World War I. I pulled the Bavarian Major, Jurgen Scharf, to the safety of a nearby trench under heavy enemy fire. For this, I received a commendation for bravery and the undying gratitude of this superiors. Months later, Major Scharf pinned the Iron Cross to my lapel and I was proclaimed a proud son of Germany."

"That's amazing!"

"Thank you. Now, I work as a watchmaker, but hardly get business."

'And it's because you're a Jew,' thought Pietro. 'That's not right.'

"My family should be home soon," said Jakob. "My son with with my brother, my daughter is in school, and I wife went to get groceries. It's hard to find a place that will sell food to Jews now."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, my boy. It's not your fault."

A woman with light brown hair and black eyes entered the house with bags full of groceries. Pietro placed his tea on the table in the family room and went to help the woman.

"Let me help you, Ms. Lehnsherr." He took a few bags.

"Who are you, young man?" the woman asked.

"Edie, this is Pietro Maximoff. Pietro, this is my wife Edie. This young man saved me from Nazis, dear."

"Really?" Edie smiled at Pietro and gave the boy a hug, which he returned. "Thank you so much for saving my husband, Pietro."

"You're welcome, Ms. Lehnsherr."

'You're welcome, grandmother.'

A girl with light brown hair and black eyes then entered. She looked like a young version of Edie. And she looked to be sixteen, a year younger then Pietro.

"Ruth," said Jakob, giving the girl a hug. "Pietro, this is my daughter Ruth. Ruth, this is Pietro. He will be staying with us for awhile."

"I don't mind," smiled Ruth, moving closer to Pietro. "Hi, Pietro," she said in a sexy tone.

"Uh, h-hi, Ruth," stammered Pietro, moving back.

'Oh god! My aunt is hitting on me! Gross!'

"Mother! Father! Ruthie! Uncle Erich and I are home!"

A man with black hair and brown eyes entered the room with a little boy, maybe twelve, who had brown hair and brown eyes.

"Erich, Erik, we have a guest who will stay with us until he can find a way home," explained Jakob. "His name is Pietro Maximoff. Pietro, his is my younger brother Erich, and my son Erik."

Erich grinned. "Look, nephew, your long lost older brother!"

Erik stared at Pietro. The two looked a lot alike, only Pietro was loder, taller, and had white hair instead of brown.

"So, you're Erich." Pietro pointed at his great-uncle. "And you're Erik." He pointed at the little boy who would someday be his father and the powerful mutant known as Magneto.

The two nodded.

"How do you spell and pronunce your names?"

"I spell my name E-R-I-C-H and pronunce it AYR ik," said Erich.

"And I spell my name E-R-I-K and pronunce it EH rik," said Erik.

"Must be confusing sometimes," said Pietro.

"We found ways to avoid the confusion," said Erich, smiling.

"Son, why don't you take Pietro to your room to rest," said Jakob.

"Okay," said Erik.

Once the two were in the room, Pietro felt uneasy. It was strange being in the same room with his father, who wasn't his father in that time and was younger then him.

"Are we related?" Erik asked Pietro.

"No! No, we're not related at all. I don't know why we look alike."

That of course was a lie.

"Why are you here?" asked Erik.

"I saved your dad, so he's letting me stay here until I can go home."

"You saved my dad?" Erik gave Pietro a hug, which surprised the speedster. "Thank you saving him."

Pietro hugged back. "Sure thing."

'Dad,' he added in his head.

For the past few day, Pietro got to know everyone in the Lehnsherr family every well. He found that he had a lot in common with Erich. They both had carefree personalities and Erich was known for chasing women himself like Pietro.

Ruth would flirt with the speed demon at first, which creeped him out, but she eventually gave up, which he was glad for.

Right now, Pietro was helping Erik make a necklace.

"I hope Magda likes it," said Erik.

"She'll love it," said Pietro.

He held up the necklace when it was finished.

"Perfect."

"Thank you for your help, Pietro," said Erik.

"Sure. So, this Magda girl," said Pietro. "Is she special?"

"Very special. She's so pretty and makes me feel happy."

'And because of that, you marry her and have kids,' thought Pietro.

Suddenly, Jakob barged into the room, looking scared.

"Father?" said Erik. "What's wrong?"

"The Nazis are invading! We must flee!"

'Oh no!" thought Pietro. 'This must be when my father loses his family!'

"Quickly, Pietro!" exclaimed Erik. "Help me pack!"

He did so and soon the Lehnsherr family fled their house.

Not long after, a Nazi group had them surrounded.

"No!" cried Jakob.

"Pietro?" said Erich.

Pietro had started to glow.

"Pietro! What's happening to you?" asked Erik, scared.

"I don't know!" exclaimed Pietro, also scared.

He continued to glow 'till there was a blinding light. When everything cleared, he was gone.

Pietro appeared in the school lab.

"What the-?"

"PIETRO!"

Todd gave Pietro a tight hug.

"What happened to ya, yo? You were gone for ten minutes! You had me and Fred worried!"

"Ten minutes? I was gone for days!"

"Wha?"

Pietro looked at the destroyed time machine.

'They were taken to the death camps and they all died. All of them except my father. They were good people. They didn't deserve to die.'

"You okay, Pietro?" asked Fred.

"I don't know. Take me home to rest."

Fred carried Pietro to the jeep so the three could go home.

'I feel sorry for my dad. I now understand why he never wanted to talk about it and why he's so angry at the world. I need to be there for him. He needs my support.'