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A/N: Short chapter I know but it's a filler and I thought it would be nice to see the phonecall that Norah had placed in the previous chapter. It's short but cute I think.

Chapter thirteen

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Minnesota: Niki ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

It had been a long day at work for Niki; two orders had gotten messed up, three brides had decided to change their catering orders and on top of that two of her workers decided to call in sick, so all and all it was a stressful day for her small catering business and now all she wanted to do was sit on her couch, watch some Netflix and drink tea. Her husband and daughter Rora were both gone at the moment, Rora had soccer practice two times a week and didn't get done until seven at night usually and so that meant that Niki had the house to herself for at least an hour.

Seeing a message blinking on the answering machine, Niki gave a sigh and pressed the play button as she collapsed onto the couch for a few moments before she went to her bedroom to change out of her clothes and into something more comfortable, if she even made it that far. She was tired.

"Hey Niki, it's uh, me. Norah." A voice that Niki hasn't heard in almost eight years said over the machine making Niki sit ramrod straight and stare at the phone with wide, shocked eyes. "I know that we haven't talked or seen each other in years, and well, I got this number from my friend. He found where you and ma were living now and gave me your addresses and numbers, I've had them for a few years now but haven't….well I haven't been able to make myself call you." There was a pause before Norah continued talking. "I miss you, god Niki I miss you so fucking much and I wish I would have had a chance to talk to you rather than leaving a message on your machine but, yeah, didn't have any choice. I'm…I'm going somewhere with my friends and teammates, something bad is going on in the world right now Niki and well my friends and I do stuff to make sure bad things don't happen. But this time it's different…..there's a chance none of us will make it out alive."

Niki didn't even realize that she had barely been breathing during the message, she didn't realize that she was clenching her fists so tight into the palm of her hand that she was now bleeding.

"This thing is bad Niki, it wants to kill all of us. To kill humans and well, we're really the only people who have the means to destroy it." The voice of Norah said over the machine in a very somber tone of voice. "I…I don't want to die. I don't want to die without at least seeing you again. I don't regret running away, I had to. I…I am a Mutant and I will always be one and I love it. I hate that I had to, I hate that….I hate the whole situation of how you and ma found out about me being a Mutant." There was the sound of erratic breathing on the other line. "I don't know if you want to see me again, I don't know if you hate Mutants, I don't know anything anymore about you or what you think but I hope that you'll want to see me someday. If I live through this, if I don't end up getting myself killed I want to see you Niki, I want to see you again and be sisters like we are supposed to be. I had a sister for fifteen years of my life who I could go to for anything and then when I ran away I didn't have one anymore, I only had me. I my put on a brave face but I miss having that, having a sister. I hope to see you soon Niki. I really do."

There was the sound of muffled voices over the phone and Niki pressed her fingers to her lips, trying to keep herself from saying anything and missing what Norah might say to her next.

"Niki," Norah's older and more mature sounding voice said. "I have to go now, we're leaving for Eastern Europe and it's a long flight from here. I…I love you even if you can't love me because I'm a Mutant. I'll see you someday." There was a pause once again. "Bye."

When there was only silence after the message finished playing on the answering machine all Niki could do for ten minutes was sit there on the couch and try and hold herself together, to try and keep herself in a functioning state so that she could remember what Norah had said and comprehend what she had told her. After years and years of looking for Norah, after trying to find Norah for almost six or seven years now Niki had gotten a message, a sign that she was still alive and a way to hopefully find out where she lived now but….but now she may lose her sister anyways. Norah had said something about trying to save people with her friends and/or teammates, that this thing wanted to kill off the human race, at least that was the gist of what she got, and that she and her teammates were some of the few people that would be able to stop this thing from doing that. Norah had said that she might die, that she and all of her teammates might die from what they were doing.

Niki's mind was working a mile a minute and trying to think about everything that just happened all at once but she couldn't, she was overwhelmed, she was happy, ecstatic at the fact that Norah was alive and not dead like she had been dreading for the last few years and that she wanted to talk again. God, Niki wanted to see her sister more than anything in the world. She wanted to apologize to her, to tell her she didn't give a damn if she was a Mutant, she wanted to tell her how much she loved her, she wanted to have a relationship with her again like they used to, she wanted to have movie nights with her, she wanted her to meet her husband and she wanted her to meet her daughter Rora.

"Please, come back alive Norah. Please." Niki said to the silence of the room and prayed to whatever gods existed that Norah would make it through this fight that her baby sister had to go into – to save the human race.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Author's Note ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Yay, another chapter. I hope you all like this chapter. As always I do love revies and holy crap people, you gave an amazing amount the previous chapter so thank you very much!

quotes:

"It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being."

The life that I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place and time my touch will be felt. Our lives are linked together. No man is an island.