Rebekah

I squirm as the Professor sat opposite me, his fingers steepled together under his chin.

"Do you realise what you could have done?"

I nod, once. His eyes are still fixed on mine.

"You engaged the Brotherhood without proper training, you endangered not only your own lives but the lives of countless. What if the explosion from the base had caused worse damage?"

I shrug.

"We were originally planning to just shut it down. But... Well, that wasn't an option."

"Did you plan for that option?"

I open my mouth. Then close it again. We planned and back-up planned for everything. But never did it occur to us that we might not be able to shut it down. Then I shake my head.

"And Jean! Panthera, did Sabretooth do that?"

I look up, to see his eyes and I know what he's doing. He's offering me a chance to escape. I know the others will cover for me. But do I really want that? Do I really want to live a lie?

I look up at him and his eyes are bright. He's obviously linking with the other interrogators, to allow our stories to collaborate. And they'll cover for me. And potentially let a monster loose.

Because if I can do that once, what's to say I can't do it again? What's to say I can't turn into a something even worse? Or attack the X-Men with increasing regularity? I stare at him.

"It was me. I...I lost control. If Isaac hadn't... If Jean hadn't woken... I could have killed them both."

He stares at me.

"You do know, the others have all said it was Sabretooth that attacked Jean?"

"I know."

"Why did you admit it?"

"Unless you admit there is a problem, you cannot solve it."

He stares at me and I shift uncomfortably.

"Can you explain further?"

"I... I remember being afraid. So very afraid. And wishing I could do something to stop the fight. And then... Then I don't really remember..."

He sighs.

"I think you are overexerted. Sleep."

I only realise he didn't say the last word when I gently tumble into blissful oblivion.

Isaac

I yawned again as Scott droned on and on. I didn't even tried to disguise it. I'd only just woken up and he was boring me to tears. I really wasn't in the mood. I had told him twice already to save the lecture but he had simply ignored me, as if by repeating himself he would make me feel guilty. Boy, this guy was annoying. Why was it me who got him as the interrogator? Logan would probably taken a slice at him, Jean was injured and he wouldn't lecture her anyway, and the Professor had wanted to talk to Bekah personally. I guess that just left me.

I yawned again. Tendrils of ruby red light glowed from behind Scott's glasses warningly. I yawned again, this time exaggerating a lot. He didnt scare me. And really wish he would shut up.

"Who injured Jean?" Scott growled.

"Sabretooth," I said without a moment's pause. The lie was out before my brain could even process it. I didnt feel guilty for lying. I would protect Bekah whatever way I could. Something in Scott's face told me he knew I was lying but he didnt say anything. He just sat there with his eyes glowing. Probably in communication with Prof I said to myself. Cyclops sat still as a statue for five whole minutes. Listening in on Bekah's talk I guessed. It had to be more interesting than this.

"Why do you do it?" Scott said suddenly. I stopped phasing my hands through the table and looked into his face.

"Do what?" I asked slowly.

"Flaunt your abilities. Use them for no reason other than to take out people you don't like. You don't have any sense of self preservation. Why?"

I chewed over his question in my mind. "Off the record?"

"Just between you and me," he replied.

"When I was in my world, I was full of hate. For everyone. People were cruel, I was bullied all my life and I was powerless to stop it. Well, now I'm powerful and with or without my powers, whether I'm a good guy or a bad guy, I'm never going to feel helpless again. Ever. Even if I have to kill."

The room was as silent as a grave.