With Erik and Logan already on board the plane, and Charles and Hank waiting patiently for them, Heather stopped the twins when they both tried to hurry onto the steps of the plane.

"No," Heather called out, "You're not coming with, I'm taking you both to Joey's."

"What?" Wanda cried out, her brother looking equally confused. "But mom, we could help," Pietro insisted, "We did really good back at the Pentagon."

"I know you did," Heather sighed, "But you've been in enough dangerous situations today to last you for the next lifetime. So its a no."

"But - "

" - No buts. Get in the car now." Her voice turned stern and seeing her kids so - visibly crushed, she softly added, "Please." Reclutantly, the two moved towards the car, just as Charles' voice rang out. "You two can come." Heather's neck almost broke from how fast she whipped around to face the man. "Come along then. Best not to waste anymore time."

The twins didn't even wait for Heather's response. "I'll race you on the plane," Pietro claimed, his careless grin returning, before he ran off, leaving nothing behind but a gust of wind. "Pietro," Wanda screeched, as she rushed onto the stairs, "That isn't fair!"

Heather had no idea what to even say.

But when she looked back at Charles, the rage inside of her boiled over. She stomped over to where he was standing and pointed her finger at him, anger making it almost shake. "I'm their mother," Heather nearly growled, "I'll decide what's best for them. They are not your kids. Don't you ever veto my decision again, do you understand?"

Hank coughed awkwardly, looking away from the scene, while Charles continued to look rather unfazed.

And with a huff, she finally boarded the plane.


The beginning of the flight was - awkward, to say the least.

No one said a single word, tension so thick in the air, even the twins squirmed uncomfortably in their seats. Heather tried to focus on looking outside her window, but only the ocean sat below them and it became boring after a while.

Hank was flying the plane and Logan was sat in the back of plane, a cigar in his hand, while Charles sat almost directly in front of Erik - glaring coldly at the older man. Not even looking up, Erik spoke the first words of the flight, questioning, "How did you lose them?"

"The treatment for my spine affects my DNA."

"You sacrificed your powers so you could walk?" Erik looked at Charles, looking utterly bewildered by the answer. Charles countered, "I sacrificed my powers so I could sleep," The man stopped, choking up towards the end, before he continued, "What do you know about it?"

"I've lost my fair share."

Charles let out a cold laugh. "Dry your eyes, Erik. It doesn't justify what you've done."

"You have no idea what I've done."

"I know you took the things that meant the most to me."

"Well maybe you should have fought harder for them."

Charles, his eyes almost blurry with tears, stood up suddenly. "If you want a fight Erik, I will give you a fight!" Logan, noticing that twins were looking scared from the outburst, called out from seat, "Sit down!" Erik, however, stood as well, and raised his arm out - as if to stop Logan from intervining. "Let him come," he stated simply.

Charles rushed forward, seizing Erik by the front of his shirt. "You abandoned me! You took her away and you abandoned me!" Without even blinking, Erik responded, "Angel. Azazel. Emma." The plane - shook a little, the movements becoming more and more intense the angrier Erik got. "Banshee. Mutant brothers and sisters, all dead!"

He's doing this, Heather realized, just as the metal of the plane began to dent, like it was caving in on itself, and as it began to fall. The twins rushed to her side, clinging on her so tightly Heather could feel the bruises forming. But she only brought them closer to her. "Countless others experimented on, butchered!"

"Erik!" Hank cried out, but it didn't break him out of his rant. "Where were you, Charles?! We were supposed to protect them!" He yelled, as Charles fell onto the couch, trying to stablize himself, "Where were you when your own people needed you?! Hiding! You and Hank! Pretending to be something you're not!"

Heather could hear her daughter's sobs and knowing that she needed to do something quickly, she helplessly cried out, "Erik!"

"You abandoned us all," he added, in a still angry but softer tone. Slowly, the plane's dents began to correct themselves and it started to rise once more. Heather let out a shaky breath, watching Charles walk towards the cockpit, closing the door behind him.

Her attention quickly turned to the terrified children in her arms - but not before her gaze met Erik's. She looked away rather quickly, not wanting his eyes to convey his apologies or anything really. "Shh, it's okay," she tried to reassure them, "Everything's okay."

"So, you were always an asshole," Logan said breathlessly, reaching for a new cigar and his lighter. "I take it we're best buddies in the future," Erik snapped, and Logan let out a quick chuckle, before seeming to reminisce - almost like it was a fond memory of his. "I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down. bub."

"How does that work out for you?"

"You're like me. You're a survivor." The man took one hit from his cigar, before he waved at the glass on the ground. "Wanna pick all that shit up?"


After the twins settled down and most of the debris was cleaned up, Heather started to relax a little. Pietro lounged in one of the seats, his eyes glued to the superhero comic in his hands, while his toy cars were spread aimlessly below his feet. Wanda sat near him, her tongue stuck out in concentration as she carefully colored inbetween the lines of her coloring book.

Heather was rather thankful that she'd made the kids back overnight bags - even if the intention was for them to stay at Joey's. The toys they had insisted on packing were coming in handy now, keeping them both content and busy.

She didn't even notice Erik sitting beside her until he let out a cough.

They both stayed silent for a moment, as Heather had no idea what to even say to the man. After all, the last time she'd seen him, they'd both been naked - she stopped that train of thought quickly, a sudden feeling of embarrassment overcoming her, before she reminded herself that he had also left the next morning, no note or anything.

"Are those your children?"

Heather paused for a moment, realizing that they were moving closer and closer to the reveal. "Yes, they're mine," she replied softly, her eyes leaving the twins. He hummed at that, looking away from them as well to meet her gaze, before asking, "What are their names?"

"Pietro and Wanda."

Erik blinked, looking suddenly confused, and Heather almost laughed at how utterly bewildered he looked, almost like the names themselves had shocked him so bad. "What?" She questioned, "They're odd names, I know, but they're - rather fitting. They can't be that bad?"

"No, no," Erik insisted, "It's just - It's nothing." Heather raised her eyebrows and Erik faltered. "I've just - heard the names before," before Heather could question him further, he quickly added, a surprisingly soft smile on his face, "And they are rather fitting, for children so unique."

There was a pause and Heather knew, she just knew what was coming next.

"Who's their father?"

Heather closed her eyes, wondering if she squeezed them tight enough, she would wake herself up and she'd be back home - and that all of this was a nightmare.

"Am I their father?"

Her stomach dropped and she felt like she was stuck in a freefall. There was no avoiding this - she couldn't fight it anymore. It was no nightmare, nothing that she could pinch herself and wake up from. Letting out a shaky breath, Heather opened her eyes slowly, fixing her gaze on Erik's face, before whispering, "Yes."

Erik's face was blank for a few seconds after her response - as if his mind was still trying process the new information - before he blinked, a look of realization crossing his face, as he looked away from Heather, almost like he was trying to hide his reaction from her, his fists clunching and unclunching. "Why didn't you tell me?" It was a harsh whisper, but Heather could hear the hurt in his voice.

"I wanted to," she answered quickly, "We tried, but Emma - " Erik froze at the mention of the name, " - She stopped us. She didn't want us contacting you. She threatened the kids." And Heather was choking up, memories of the time, of her fears, of the ice cold voice in her head were coming back so quickly. "She said you didn't have time to play as a daddy." Erik turned back to her and he looked almost angry. For a split second, Heather was worried he was furious with her, but instead he grabbed her hand. "She was wrong to do that. I - If I had known, Heather, I swear I would've - " Erik cursed in German for a good minute, before looking back at her and - Heather could see so many different emotions on his face, but mainly, she saw the frustation and grief.

And suddenly Heather saw the situation from his side.

He had gone the last 9 years not knowing he had children and he had missed everything: their births, their first words, first steps, all of their birthdays, every event in their tiny lives. He stood as a stranger in front of them now - even worse, he was a criminal to them, someone Heather would warn them about, tell them to stay away from.

"Do they know?"

"No."

"Can - " Erik started, suddenly looking rather nervous, "Can I - talk to them?"

If he had asked an answer ago, Heather would have probably responded with a no but instead she nodded slowly. Erik stood up slowly from his spot and after glancing back at Heather briefly, he made his way over to the twins. He hesitated for a second, before sitting beside Wanda.

Heather tried not to listen in to their conversations, knowing that Erik needed to have some alone time - some quality bonding time - with the kids. But she could still hear bits and pieces. She heard them make small talk at first, and after Wanda innocently asked if he was a really a bad guy, she heard Erik defeat himself - he heard a side of the story she or the public had never heard.

Erik claimed he hadn't done it, that someone else did, he was trying to save the President. The way he said it - Heather almost believed him and she wanted to. There was no internal struggle for their twins, however; the two of them seemed convinced of his innocence and even Heather knew it was a perfect time for the bombshell - the twins looked surprised and Wanda almost looked like she was going to burst into tears.

But just as Heather was going to go comfort her daughter, the little girl threw her arms around Erik's waist. "I knew you'd come back," she cried out, "I just knew it, I just knew you'd come back for us!"

The two chattered on excitedly with Erik, asking the questions they'd been dying to ask him for years. Erik even demonstrated his power for them, with Wanda claiming she would do the same. Heather sat up at that, looking away from her novel, and even Logan looked oddly nervous at that.

Wanda held up her hands and closed her eyes tightly, concentrating. Just as Heather opened her mouth, the red swirls began to dance around Wanda's fingertips, her little hands almost shaking as Pietro's toy cars lifted in the air - similar to what her father had done - but something wasn't right. Heather had never seen the red swirls reflect in her daughter's eyes - and never so intensely. Suddenly, one of the cars compressed itself and Heather called out, "Wanda!"

The spell seemed to be broken, all the cars falling the ground as Wanda blinked repeatedly.


With the kids resting until they reached a hotel room with beds in Paris, Heather rested her eyes as well, though she was fading in and out of sleep.

She hadn't heard Charles come out of the cockpit and she hadn't heard the beginning of the two's conversation, but she did hear something about Raven - and it made her heart a little heavier. Even if she had barely known her, she'd come to consider her a friend - maybe even go so far as to call her the sister she'd never had.

As she faded back to sleep, she thought of the blue skinned girl and she thought of how they would save her.


When she woke back up, only Logan and Erik were awake in the back.

"Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty," Logan laughed and Heather didn't miss the almost dirty look Erik threw towards the other man.

Heather rubbed her eyes silently, before glancing over at her sleeping kids and - she noticed that they were arranged differently, more comfortably, and with blankets covering them. "Wanda seemed cold," Erik claimed suddenly, noticing where Heather was looking.

"She does get cold easily," Heather stated, trying not to burst from the happiness and just how adorable Erik caring for her - their kids was. "Thank you."

Erik shrugged, but his eyes stayed on the twins, as if they would age a year if he looked else where.

It was silent for a while and, glancing at Logan, Heather wondered about something. "What happens to the twins in the future?"

Logan seemed surprised by this, not expecting the question from her. He shrugged. "They survive. By the time I met 'em, they're X-Men." Logan's quiet for a moment, before continuing, his voice taking an almost hesitant turn. "Wanda's one of the most powerful mutants I've ever met. Close up there with the Professor. But not without a price. I've heard - the Professor told me that Wanda's powers kept growing and growing until they were out of control. Hell, she almost destroyed the mutant race as a teenager."

Wanda. Her sweet little Wanda would some day lose control and try to destroy their kind in a few short years.


Okay, so I suck at math. The twins are born of July 31, 1963 - its currently January 1973. They'd be 9.

Also Chapter 21 is the last chapter of this story and that is slowly making its way here. Meanwhile I'm going to plan a Apocalypse sequel/third one/end of trilogy?

I'm trying to think of titles (probably keeping with the angel theme here) and any suggestions would be awesome.

Also I had a plan to write a direct sequel of No Angels - which would be based off of the happy ending. Is anyone still interested in that? If not, I could always just write a little oneshot about what happens to them.