I'm so far ahead, seriously, I was writing this just before I uploaded 'the day the earth carried on' (anyone get that reference?). Anyway, I'm really ahead with the chapters so I've had more time to proof read stuff.

I know I uploaded the last chapter yesterday, thank you for the amazing response by the way, but I decided to treat everyone with this chapter early as it was literally sitting in the doc manager area since Thursday. So yes, little itty bitty treat for you amazing people!

Thanks to Batbabe66 and Tiger Mutant for yet another lot of reviews, and do answer tiger mutant's question...you'll just have to wait and see mwuhahahah... Honestly I don't know at the moment, I'm just writing what comes to me as I'm waiting to still find the films.

This chapter...I understand it might not be for everyone, but I thought it was fitting. I love this song, so many fandom videos use it and it's truly beautiful.

thats all for now,

disclaimer: I only own OCs.

With that done, on with the chapter...

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand,

Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on,

But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning,

Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart,

Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent,

All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain,

All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over,

There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones,

To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all,

Shattered ~ Trading Yesterday

Unknown POV

I had to keep running, I had to find this school for mutants. It had come to me in a dream, the majestic mansion housing people who had been abandoned, forgotten or ran away...I fitted the requirements perfectly.

The metal wielding man had let me go, if he had truly wanted to enslave me he would have done it ages ago, same with the blue woman. Fair to say the escape wasn't easy, and the slimy guy didn't help, that disgusting sickly green goo that reminded me off mushy peas left in a fridge too long, yuk!

I didn't know which city it was, maybe San Francisco or New York, somewhere big, though my thoughts pointed towards New York as everyone seemed excessively aggressive. The school must have been on the outskirts, the only explanation for the overgrowth of plants, that was, if I was in the right city at all.

I hate these dreams, they're never truly clear...

I grumbled, but deep down I was grateful, because I had a destination to strive towards. said destination I could make out in the distance, focusing on it as I stumbled past a couple of homeless people in an alleyway. I thought they were going to mug me, but realised I was technically classed as homeless too.

I saluted them as I walked past, they waved back, but quickly placed their hands over the burning trashcan again.

You gotta love New York...

For the hundredth time I huffed, dragging the heavy suitcase upstairs, every step tiring.

As I had guessed Johanna refused to be near me, no matter how many times I apologised. I deserved it, I deserved a whole lot worse and it would be along time before she could talk to me again. If she ever forgave me.

I was so close to the top, I could taste the sweet relief of stable flooring. Unfortunately, the relief was short lived as the clip of the suitcase flipped open, all my clothes falling back down the stairs. I turned around and watched with grimace at all my clothes strewn on the different steps.

"Really?" I groaned, bowing my head in shame as I stumbled back down the stairs, aggressively picking up handfuls of clothing. I reached the bottom, crouched over as I picked up a night shirt, when a pair of trainers entering my eye line. Slumping my shoulders in embarrassment, I looked up to see the mystery boy that had been with Freddie.

I glared at him, standing up again as I clenched my left hand into a fist. He stared at me, glancing briefly at my fist before bending over and gingerly picking up the night shirt. He handed it to me, slightly confused, I took it expecting him to leave. Instead he stood there, an apologetic look on his face.

Dark skin and short shaven black hair, he seemed familiar for a different reason. He wore orange sunglasses, quite strange, but it was a school for mutants after all so there obviously was a reason for them.

"I'm sorry about what happened in Central Park last week, I would have done something..." He couldn't finish, and the nagging sensation that I knew him kept pestering me. Then it hit me like a light bulb above my head, I understood why he was so familiar.

"You're David Alleyne aren't you, Johanna's boyfriend?" It was more of a statement than a question, because I knew they had gotten closer since the Central Park incident. He nodded his head, to which I nearly did punch him in the face.

"You hurt her, if this is just a game with Freddie..." I stopped as David raised his hands defensively, shaking his head like a scared little kid.

"No I swear it's not a game, I'm not cruel like him. I just don't know how to...tell her." He mumbled the last part, me even more confused. He was obviously there for a reason, never even bothering to meet me when I was Johanna's best friend.

He seemed excessively shifty, something I wasn't expecting as Johanna liked the more forward type, but that was only so she could boss them around and show them who was boss. David was undoubtedly built with muscles, which would have attracted Johanna, but the shiftiness and nerdy personality I thought would have put her off.

"Look, I don't care why you were with Freddie, I don't care about what you want to tell her. What I do care about, is her, so if you hurt her I'll be coming after you, no matter if she hates me." I warned, because I didn't want Johanna becoming even less secure with herself, because she was the bravest girl I knew.

"I know you two have been having it rough lately, and I've been trying to make her give you a second chance. I don't want to hurt her, which is why I'm telling you this, because this is actually the first time I'm coming out with it." He spoke quickly, stuttering over certain words as he became increasingly nervous, his palms looking sweaty.

"I'm gay okay, I know I am and I just don't know how to tell her." He sighed, hiding his face in his sweaty hands. I stood there speechless, not in a million years thinking this was what he wanted to tell her. Okay, maybe he was the butch type, and he did seem a bit...camp, but I wouldn't have pinned him down as gay.

"Erm...the best thing to do is to tell her now, end it before it causes anymore damage then it will cause." I tried helpfully, knowing it would be better to just tell her. He smiled gratefully, but was still nervous as to how he would tell her.

"Thanks, and before I tell her I'll be sure to say you deserve a second chance. You seem okay to some of the girls here, and I know you care a lot for Johanna...don't worry, I'll talk her round." He stated, slightly full of himself as I knew it would take a lot to make Johanna Pearce forgive me. I thanked him with a handshake, and he offered to help me take my things to my new dorm. Again I thanked him, but took everything once the suitcase was full again.

The dorm wasn't too far away from the stairs, but even so I dropped the suitcase with a thump next to my feet. I knocked on the door politely, waiting for my new roommate to open up. I didn't know anything about her except she was new, Professor X finding her a week ago. Hopefully she would be okay, because I really didn't want to move for a second time.

The door opened a crack to reveal a reasonably short girl with long brown hair, she looked me up and down, but there was a sweet smile on her face.

"Hey, so you're my roommate." She guessed, opening the door a bit more for me to see inside. It was slightly smaller than mine and Johanna's with a lot less stuff crowding up the place, but it looked homely.

"Yeah, I'm Sam." I greeted, extending a hand. The girl took it gingerly, but held a firm grip as we shook once before our hands fell to our sides.

"People call me Kitty, you wanna come in?" She offered, opening the door ajar so I could fit inside with my suitcase. I took it gratefully, picking the damn thing up and walking inside with Kitty closing the door behind me.

It was easy to tell that it was meant for only one person. The whole room was a living area, two beds propped against the wall opposite me, the headrests touching the plain walls as the beds were about a metre apart. The window shone onto the beds, which would likely be tedious in the early morning. Another door to the left was likely the bathroom, and that was all the dorm had to offer. Luckily a couch and an old tv were there for entertainment, but it looked as if we would have to entertain ourselves other than that.

"I wasn't expecting company until this morning, so sorry if the place looks like a tip." Kitty spoke a little louder than necessary, looking around the room with raised hands, practically saying 'this is it'.

"No, it's really...nice." I lied, pretty terribly as I turned to face Kitty who sat on the bed on the right. She raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side to prove she didn't believe me.

"Yeah, it's bad." I spoke truthfully, but we both chuckled at it as we both knew it was true. Kitty motioned for me to take the other bed, I dropped my suitcase at the side and plopped onto the bed, facing the ceiling I saw it was patterned with floral decorations in the wood work.

"How long have you been here for?" Kitty asked, a slight tentativeness at the question. I sat up and twisted by body around to face her, legs crossed over each other.

"About six months, honestly I can't really remember." I replied, even with all the drama I was still grateful for being there, it was more than a school, it was home.

"How long does it take to, fit in?" She muttered, clearly nervous at being treated differently because she was new. I knew the taunting feeling, I felt it on my first day, but I found it was quite easy to fall into a set pattern.

"You'll fit in just fine, really, this place is the best place you can be." I smiled comfortingly, Kitty sharing this smile as she could tell I wasn't lying. I could tell she wasn't proud of her mutation, whatever it was, but she seemed to be a sweet girl nonetheless.

"You can hang around with my friends if you want, just to give you some stability." I offered, knowing Bobby wouldn't mind, it was just John that was unpredictable. Strangely enough we didn't speak about the kiss and mostly carried on as normal, but I knew that wouldn't last forever, he was giving me time to think what I wanted. Part of me wanted to go with it, see where it leaded, but the other more insecure part of me didn't want to ruin our friendship.

"Thanks, I think you and I are going to get on well." She concluded, and I did agree. We spent the rest of the lesson free time chatting about what classes Kitty was taking, where to go, who to watch out for troublemaker wise. I tried not to mention John in the conversations, in case my face betrayed me as Kitty seemed to be a person who could read people easily. However, we only had one brief chat about which boys were ones which she might like, Bobby being added to a relatively short list. She seemed genuinely interested in him, so I couldn't wait to introduce them.

It was evening before we knew it, Professor X allowing me to miss lessons as I helped Kitty, but I think he thought we would do more productive activities. What I learnt was that Kitty could walk through objects like a ghost, she demonstrated this by running head first into the bathroom door, nearly giving me a heart attack until she appeared again with a nervous smile on her face. She explained it didn't work all the time, and that it could suddenly happen without her in control.

"That's why most of us are here, to learn control and to not be treated differently." I told her warmly after she sat down on her bed again. She said she had had it rough the last couple of years, it got to the point she refused to go to school because of the bullying. In that respect I empathised, simply saying that I spent my later years in a foster home home before going to Xavier's school.

I stood up and told her I was going to the library. Since Central Park, both me and John were put on a longer punishment, now being a month as Freddie twisted the story. I doubted that Professor X believed him, but still enforced punishments to keep all of us in line. She didn't ask why, replying that she would just watch movies and tv until I came back. I promised I'd watch a movie with her later, not watching much tv in a while.

"You'll be sick of the sight of this place when you're done." Elijah quipped, disapprovingly tsking as I entered his fresh-hold. Personally I think he would be fed up with me, but didn't say it as I performed my usual duties of putting my bag behind the desk and wheeling the cart of books around. Elijah still didn't talk much, but caught me for a conversation every so often.

"Do you have an idea of what you want to do when you finish school?" He asked me, my mind suddenly blank. I didn't have an answer to begin with but the question made me even more blank.

"I guess college...if I'm lucky." I mumbled, but the idea of a normal college frightened me. Normal college meant normal students, and so placing so many mutants in said colleges would be suicide as everyone would gang up on them like hounds. School was more a place to learn how to control the mutation and house them, but beyond the X-mansion's gates the world wasn't so willing to let mutants learn.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, as long as you perceiver then you will get what you desire." Elijah responded with philosophy, the riddles something that confused me more than Professor Summer's geometry.

I walked up to the desk to grab a few extras books, and for some reason I glimpsed at a book with fallen out pages struck together. Elijah had disappeared in search of late books, leaving this one open on the desk. Confusion drowned me as I swore it was my father's handwriting. I don't know how I knew, the slanted writing quite messy compared to when he wrote letters or paper work, this looked more like a rough journal.

I leaned over the desk and gently pulled the book to face me, turning it in my fingers as I skimmed over the words. To my horror it was my father's writing, technical terms I didn't fully recognise but I could interpret it as being about his cure. I flipped through the pages aggressively, not caring if I ripped the paper as random words popped out at me.

Sebastian Shaw...Erik Lensherr...Russian and American missiles...Elijah Gärtner...

Only one name made sense, but it only confused me more.

Why is Elijah mentioned in my dad's journal?

I firmly shut the notebook, feeling betrayal as I didn't know how much Elijah knew. As far as I knew, he could have been working with dad on the cure, I was pretty sure he was still alive, the old man was to stubborn to die.

A polite cough behind me made me twist in the direction swiftly. Stepping forward was Elijah, an apologetic look on his face. I creased by eyebrows, raising the hand with the notebook inside for him to see, watching as he took a loud gulp.

"Why do you have this? Who are you?" I questioned menacingly, needing answers to the many questions I had. Elijah didn't answer, he simply stared at me with a blank expression before calling to someone behind him.

"I warned you she wouldn't take it well." He uttered to the still unseen person. I practically paled within seconds as I heard the familiar sound of Professor X's wheelchair gliding next to Elijah, him sharing an apologetic look.

"Believe me Elijah, I knew the consequences of such forward actions." Professor X replied, shushing the man next to him. Elijah scoffed, clearly doubting whether the wise man actually knew the consequences, because in the short weeks of talking with me he knew that I was more brash when confronted.

Professor X knew exactly what I would do, he knew all his students, but he couldn't lie to the fact that I had changed so much from the original shy girl he had met six months ago. He was waiting for me to prepare before he bombarded me with terrible news, but my whole body just shook.

Was everyone I got close to lying to me? Or am I just a curse?

"We have much to discuss Samantha."

I shuddered, Professor X never used a student's first name unless it was extremely serious, and it frightened me.

"You will have questions and you will undoubtedly be angry, but before we talk about the subject I want you to know, none of this was any trickery, you do belong here." He insisted, which purposely made me gulp.

"Is this going to take long? I kinda promised Kitty I would watch a movie with her." I joked hollowly, to which Elijah smiled briefly before returning to his sorrowful stance.

"Let's take this to my office." Professor X concluded, pressing a button so his wheelchair swiftly spun around to face the door of the library.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I called, taking a step forward towards the two men. Professor X abruptly stopped, he didn't turn around so I couldn't see his features but his eyes were indeed cast down to the floor.

"Because miracles take time Miss King, they take an exceedingly long time." He replied flatly, whizzing forward with more momentum. I was still confused, even more so because it seemed everyone was speaking in riddles. I turned to Elijah, but he was refusing to look at me as he followed after Professor X, face shadowed with what I could only describe as being mild jealously.

Curiosity spurred me on to follow them, my brain desperately trying to interpret what they were hinting. Miracles was the key, but it made no sense, what have miracles got to do with anything? A migraine roughly pulsed on my forehead, punishing me for trying to figure it out. Begrudgingly I stopped guessing and stormed towards Professor X's office.

Unknown POV

I paced and paced and paced the length of the bald man's office, anxiety always attacked me at the worst of times. The homeless clothing stunk and gripped damply against my undernourished skin, a small price to pay for escaping a laboratory but it made me extremely self conscious.

Where did they go? Are they bringing the metal man with them?

I asked the idiotic questions to no-one, of course they wouldn't bring the metal man, the metal man was dressed too regal for these two. The nerdy helmet and robes weren't human like, but there was no denying the man's power. The man reminded me of one of Dad's comic books, mainly the Batman one, but he didn't sound crazy...or insane anyway.

I shouldn't be here...what if the white-coated people come? They'll take me back to the cell and...

I tried not to think about it, the vivid memories of pointy needles and monstrous machines terrified me. No, the bald man said I would be safe in the school, he said nothing bad would happen. But bad things always happened, I was the definition of bad things.

I slumped into the chair facing the oak desk, the bald man had sat across as he quizzed me on everything I knew. I thought it was a waste of time, he didn't need to know anything except the laboratory and the bad people inside it, the ones in the white coats. The man had seemed pale, continuously staring at me with shocked but awed eyes.

What was so amazing about me?

"Before you enter, I must warn you, don't cause too many loud noises." Professor X warned me as I edged to grab the doorknob. Elijah stood behind me, and I could feel his eyes bore into my back, even Professor X couldn't stop staring at me, waiting for the eventual realisation that would force me unfairly into emotions that could break me.

I grabbed the doorknob, turning to Professor X for approval, he granted it before lowering his head. I turned the doorknob with a click, and faintly heard a squeak of fear. Creasing my eyebrows, I slowly pushed the door open and peaked inside.

At first my eyes met with nothing as I scanned the room, but as they fell on the desk, I saw that someone was occupying the student chair. I stepped inside, the stranger quickly jumping to his feet and faced me.

I stumbled backwards, yelling as the face haunted me. Elijah immediately rushed in and tried to calm me by whispering in my ear, telling me it wasn't an illusion. The stranger shrunk away, perturbed by my reaction. Then the face softened into a hopeful realisation.

The stranger, scruffy black hair that was damp with grease, sunken facial features as the cheekbones reminded me of a skeleton. The dirty clothing of a large coat that dragged on the floor, baggy patient trousers and shirt that were grubby with grey and brown colours of unnamed substances. No matter how different the stranger looked, no matter how undernourished he looked.

There was no doubt who it was.

And it broke my heart as he stood there, nothing like the boy I knew.

"Sammy?" He asked sheepishly as his voice broke, stepping towards me with a single hand outstretched. I choked down tears, my legs unable to hold my weight up so I slumped onto my knees. Elijah crouched down with me, but he was slowly starting to release me as the boy stepped closer.

Clumsily, he lowered down to my height, stumbling over the large wool-lined coat. I shook violently, unable to control myself as the miracle sat in front of me, like an impossible dream.

He gently took a strand of my blue hair and curled it in his bony fingers, staring at it as if hypnotised. He remembered doing that as a toddler, grabbing his older sister's weird blue strands, finding it beautiful and magical.

"Isaac..." I sobbed, to which he dropped the blue strand gently and slowly nodded his head, mouth open in a quirky smile. I laughed in my sobs, pulling him tightly into a hug that could have suffocated him. He hugged me just as strongly back, finding that he to was reduced to tears as he never thought he would see me again.

"I'm sorry for giving up." He whispered, finding that was all he could say at that moment. I hugged him tighter as I stifled back chokes, still trying to process that he was there, in my arms, alive.

"I'm sorry I didn't rescue you, I should've looked after you better." I replied, stroking his greasy hair, feeling it squelch in my fingertips.

"You're still my hero." He countered, making both of us chuckle hollowly.

Maybe there is such a thing as magic.

The reunion was more than humorous to the two men watching the young children, never seeing such relief between two siblings.

Elijah couldn't help but smile, honestly glad to see Samantha genuinely happy even if he was slightly jealous. Of course he wished miracles like that had happened with his family, but miracles he thought impossible until Charles had called him to his office, meeting the skittish boy.

Both Elijah and Charles didn't have an explanation, but they were going to work day and night until they had one. All they knew was that Erik had found the small secretive laboratory and proceeded to free the mutants held captive there, the boy being one of the victims but managed to escape Erik's clutches along with the journal. If Erik was taking interest in these labs, then there was clearly something suspicious going on.

Elijah watched the siblings exchange more hugs and ecstatic voices as Samantha explained the school to him. He looked positively thrilled to have his sister back, as well as being off the streets. Charles definitely knew which mutants needed rescuing the most, Cerebro was a marvellous machine.

"When will you tell them?" Elijah whispered to Charles, the two children unable to hear him as they were too mesmerised with each other, he had to admit it was cute.

"Not now, they need time to heal." Charles replied, but Elijah didn't agree.

"They don't have time to heal, if Erik realises the boy is here, he'll come and take him and he will likely take the girl too." He replied a little sharply, Charles noting the sharpness as an indication that Elijah was being urgent.

"He won't come here, not yet, and in the mean time these two need to rekindle their family. And family is exactly what they need right now." Charles countered, remaining calm as Elijah increasingly wasn't. He sighed, he didn't like the idea of waiting but he couldn't argue with Charles.

Erik would likely stay away to recruit, but he would try and take the boy eventually.

The boy's mutation was dangerous, catastrophic if he wished it to be. Erik wanted him for a reason, and the reason was likely his mutation...witnessing the future.

I only decided to bring Isaac back as I wrote the library bit, I was going to write something between Charles and Elijah as they told Samantha about something connected to Isaac...but I thought she deserved her miracle before the tragedy.

I'm sorry if Kitty seems a bit OOC but I haven't watched a scene with her in it yet except the juggernaut scene, and she seemed pretty bitchy (if thats the right word) so I'm just going with what I've got.

Before people flame on how Prodigy (David) is gay and everything, he actually was hinted at being gay in the comics, so, I'm going with the comic version.

That's all for now, I'll have more sibling stuff next chapter as well as John/Sam. It might be another long one, I don't know yet.

~Gothgirlstrikesagain