THERE WAS NO MORE FUTURE FOR THEM TO HOLD ONTO.

Almost all of the mutants were eradicated. The robot Sentinels created by the humans eliminated every mutant and humans who will bear mutant children. It was a bloodbath, no one was to be spared.

No mutant will be left.

The brunette lightly fiddled with her wedding ring. They have been constantly running and hiding from the Sentinels for the past few years that it seemed like there would be no hope for them anymore. The thought alone devastated her. Millions of mutants were killed just because they were different, more genetically advanced.

A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she couldn't stop the sob escaping her lips. She was mourning for all they have lost.

"Ellie? Are you alright?"

Charles' soothing voice captured her senses and she nodded, quickly wiping away her tears. She smiled, slipping her ring back to her finger. He was telepathically speaking to her, a move they found convenient and private numerous times. It was easier to communicate that way and it protected them both. "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

Eleanor Xavier sighed. She could never hide anything from him. Apart from his telepathy, he knew her very well. He knew when she was happy, sad, or tormented. He didn't have to read her thoughts in order to know what was on her mind, and that's one of the many things she loved about him. "I just got really sad. I missed everyone."

"We all do, love." her husband sympathetically said, placing his hand over hers.

They had been married for forty-nine years, yet everything between them still feels so fresh. It was like time had never passed for them. The love, the adoration, the care was still visible in every word and action they both do. God, she loved this man so much.

They have been through so much already. She thought she had lost him when Jean Gray vaporised him, but thanks to his mutation, he was able to transfer his consciousness to his comatose, brain-dead twin. Just as he always promised, he returned to her.

She hung her head low, swallowing the lump in her throat. Eleanor twirled her hand, a red ball of energy appearing above her palm. She felt Erik survey it, but she paid no further attention to him. "When will this all be over, Charles? Until when are we going to hide?"

Charles sighed, shaking his head before staring directly into her eyes. She noted how his once bright blue eyes look dull and forlorn. He had seen too much death already. As a matter of fact, they all did. "I wish I know the answer to your question, Ellie. But here's what I know, we will do everything to change all of this. The future is not yet set. We are not yet doomed."

"I hope so." She mumbled, hopeful. She wanted it all to be over. She missed the school, the students, and the professors. Not a day passes by that they cross her mind. "Have you heard anything from Nathan and Kitty?"

The professor beside her shook his head. "Not yet, but I'm certain he's fine. I can still feel him."

"I do too."

She may not have heard from their son for years now, but they knew he still lived. She could feel his strength in her bones, and his weariness in her heart. Nathaniel Xavier, their son gifted with the ability to manipulate shadows to his will, was hiding together with Kitty Pryde. Charles and her shared a meaningful glance, one that told her that he still felt him too. Rubbing her shoulder and kissing her knuckles lovingly, Charles told her that he'd have to search for Kitty and her group again.

Eleanor's wandering eyes fell on Erik. Oh, how time has wearied the man. She remembered how many times she had fought him and his Brotherhood. It was quite unbelievable that the man they battled for years was now sitting in their jet, looking amicable and civil. His cold, blue eyes staring straight at the co-pilot, quite protectively.

Eleanor couldn't help think of the what if's that filled her mind. Remembering her husband was a telepath, the woman put up a mental shield to deflect him. She finally let her thoughts ran about Erik. She remembered the time they had spent together and shook the memories away. She had long moved on from him ever since he abandoned her for his ambition.

And she was thankful for it. If not for that, she wouldn't have met Charles and she wouldn't be in a blissful marriage. Erik, too, wouldn't be married to a woman so passionate and intelligent.

Her eyes flicked towards the female pilot who was chatting with Storm fervidly. She and Erik were an unstoppable duo, so powerful when together. Eleanor often remembered that their first tactic was to separate the two of them and keep them distracted. She let out a small laugh. They had been fighting for years when their sides just wanted the same thing. Mutants freely moving without fear and are accepted for their uniqueness. The only difference with them is that Charles' preferred to show it in a more peaceful way whereas Erik preferred violence. Additional to that was his hatred of humans.

Erik caught her staring and held her gaze, returning her look. "Something interests you, Eleanor?" He smirked, tilting his head to the side. His helmet was gone and his white hair was visible in the light.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I was thinking of how much pain in the ass you were."

He scoffed. "I was fighting for what was right for all of us. You can't blame me for wanting what's the best for our kind."

Eleanor raised her hands in surrender, not wanting to start an argument with him. Even though he had finally declared a ceasefire in order to work with them, he still firmly stood for his beliefs. It was futile to change his mind about it. He and Charles were good friends, but they can never bridge the gap between them. Their beliefs will always separate them apart.

She heard a scoff beside her and turned to look at Logan who was about to light his cigarette. Eleanor glared at him. "Light that in here and I'll throw you off this jet, old man."

Logan only smirked. "You won't do that, ma'am. You and Charles like me too much."

"Damn right, we do." She grinned and then frowned. "But still, don't light that cigar in here."

"Okay, fine." he resigned and moved forward to the front of the jet, probably to bug Storm and the co-pilot.

"I've found them!" declared Charles, wheeling up to the front, giving the exact coordinates of their location. This sent Eleanor running up to him, hopeful. He had finally found them, they now had a fighting chance to end this terrible war. Tears sprang up to her eyes at the thought that she'll see their son once again. Charles took her hand in his, gripping it tightly.

There was still hope for them after all.