For the first time in years, guilt was trapped in between two teenage mutants' guts as they stared at the dull wall in front of them. Both of them were in different places that they had used to find comforting in an attempt to seek that delightful feeling back inside their stomach since they weren't used to the terrible feeling in their stomachs.

Warren was staring at the sky on top of a broken old red car in an unknown place while a couple of beautiful chirps came from one of the trees surrounding him. The young mutant glanced at the black bird on the tree who was looking at him in curiousity. Warren raised his eyebrows as the bird chirped again and flew down next to him, landing cautiously. Realizing that the black bird was curious of his wings, he moved his wings closer to the bird as if encouraging it to show it's own wings. But the bird stepped away from him in slight fear, not wanting to get hurt, before flying far away from him.

The young mutant grumbled in dismay, "Everything I do scare or hurt people and apparently not just humans now, but animals too," With that, he stood up and flapped his wings in anger as the force made everything around him flew away from him. Warren curled himself into a ball and placed his head down onto his knees, hiding his face from the world, as little cries and sobs were heard throughout the mysterious place. However, unbeknownst to him, the little black bird flew back to the tree again and witnessed the mutant's outburst. It chirped a few times, trying to get his attention, but Warren was too busy in his own world to notice it and continued to sob his heart out.

Meanwhile, during Warren's moment with the bird, Teresa was back at the school, sitting on the edge of Sofia's bed as she ran her fingers through the little girl's blonde hair who was resting her head onto Teresa's lap, trying to get her to go to sleep. The room was quite silent except for the small breaths coming from Sofia as the little girl slept comfortably, holding a light brown teddy bear close to her chest. Teresa hummed and ran her fingers through her hair again before she stopped and sighed quietly. "Should I tell them? Or should I keep it a secret for a while?" She questioned while gently removing Sofia from her lap and placing her onto the soft pink pillow.

"Teresa?" Lily's soft voice snapped Teresa out of her thoughts and problems as she turned to the little girl who was clutching her pillow tightly as if she was afraid, "why can't we go outside?" Teresa moved closer to Lily and sat on her bed. "Does this have something to do with your brother?" Teresa opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the little girl, "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that I was asking too many questions. My family always tell me it's a bad habit of mine and it might get me or someone in trouble and I don't want anyone to get in trouble because of me." Tears were in Lily's eyes as she clutched the pillow even tigher.

"Hey, hey, hey," Teresa placed her hand on the side of Lily's head and the other on her waist, slowly rocking the little girl's fragile body in an attempt to comfort her. "It's alright to be curious at times, Lily. Everyone does it too and most of the time, they don't cause any trouble." Lily looked up into Teresa's eyes, sadness evident in her dark brown eyes. "Not me," she sniffled, "I always get in trouble whenever I show any signs of curiousity but Scott always told me that it might be the other way around."

"It might be true too. Whenever trouble is bored, it likes to follow it's favourite people around and does something expected at the most unexpected times."

"But why would trouble like to follow me around? I've always been a good girl.... or that's what I thought," Lily frowned.

"Trouble follows everyone whether you are good or bad. Sometimes, the good becomes the victim to the bad but just always know, Lily, that being good is an incredible deed to do, especially if you're a mutant." Teresa told the little girl. "Mutants have been mistreated in this world by many, many humans because of something they don't understand.... something they don't have. Being kind is a rare thing that happens in this cruel world and it's also a wonderful thing too. But if you are being mistreated, remember to always be kind and good, Lily." She gave a sweet smile to her. "For every deed you do, good or bad, fate will always be the one to judge and give what you deserve in the future. However, it's important too that you have knowledge of your worth in this world and how you can change it."

"But I don't know what I can do that would make me be worth in this world," she looked down sadly, "I'm only a little girl, Teresa. There are many little girls in this world that are better than me and I- I'm not the one that can change it."

Teresa lifted Lily's chin up with her right hand and their eyes met the other again, "There are indeed many little girls in the world but each one of them are unique in their own way and every one of them can change the world, even the tiniest ant can make a difference. You just have to believe it."

Lily nodded, looking a little unsure, but hugged Teresa tightly, letting the teenager rock her small figure again. Silence became peaceful to the two of them as Lily started to feel sleepy and rested her head onto Teresa's shoulder.

Unbeknownst to Lily, she had unintentionally made Teresa a whole lot better and gave her peace- something that she had not had for some time- but it was the very thing Teresa needed to gain control of herself again and make the hardest of decisions come true.

Now, for better or for worse, Teresa and Warren decided to get involve with the situation after they temporarily had peace. However, the walls that were surrounding Teresa would crush within seconds because even after years of being alone and independant, she would not be prepared for what was coming towards her.

***

"What are we going to do now?" Hank questioned, looking quite worried. He paced around the room and directed his attention onto the floor that seemed very interesting to him. "You look very worried, Hank." Charles remarked as he poured a cup of tea. "Have a drink and relax."

Hank raised his eyebrow and stopped in front of Charles' desk. "This hooded mutant is interested in one of your students, seemingly been spying her for some time right under our nose, and supposedly hurt three students yet I'm the one worried and you're not?"

Charles chuckled as Hank drank the hot tea in the small cup. "I have a few ideas in my mind of what to do about the hooded man,"

"And one of them is?"

"If we want to figure this situation out, we need to find out more about the hooded man and who he truly is, but before we can do that, we have to know more about the person he is interested in or more specifically, the family." Realization washed over Hank's face like a wave as his mouth opened slightly. "You want to know more about Teresa's family."

Charles nodded. "I mostly want to know about her background and family members that she does not know of. She might know several things about her family that Erik and Peter does not know of, but since she was raised in an orphanage left with nothing but a bank full of money and a letter, I highly doubt she would know everything about her family, especially her estranged mother."

"Are you thinking of the pathetic plan that's currently in my head?" Hank's eyes widen in realization again. "Because if you're telling me that you want Teresa to ask the hooded man about her family, then you're crazy."

"It's one of the only ways," Charles replied back, "The hooded man had somehow known that Erik was Teresa's biological father, even though she had only told Peter about it."

"You do realize that you're most likely going to get Teresa injured too, right?" Hank pointed out. "Erik would kill you if anything happened to her."

"I talked to Teresa and Erik about it. Teresa immediately agreed to the plan while Erik was very hestitant but Teresa eventually got him to agree to the plan." Charles simply responded. "And there's nothing you can say, that might get Teresa to stop the plan because she had already written a letter for him."

Hank frowned and sat on the chair in front of him. He sighed and asked, "How are you going to get the hooded man to read the letter? He could be anywhere away from the school." Charles smiled, relieved that Hank was co-operating with him. "Teresa made sure he got the letter. She didn't say anything specific of how he got the letter but she reassured us that he got it."

"Then.... we just wait?" Hank asked, sitting straighter as if in disbelief.

"It's not like we have any other options, Hank," Charles stated, frowning as if he felt somewhat useless, "it's not helping either that I can't read his mind or Teresa's. I can read Erik's and Peter's but Peter didn't even know that Teresa existed until she told him about her parentage while Erik's mind was quite.... blurry and he was very confused on who Teresa's mother is." His lip thinned into a straight line. "It's like Teresa and her mother never existed."

Hank didn't say anything, seeing the distress look on Charles' face, and just nodded. "I'll go and talk to Peter's doctor about his health. Perhaps, you'll get a better image of Peter's mind when he's conscious."

With that, Hank went out of Charles' office, leaving the headmaster alone with his many thoughts and questions that needed answers.

***

"That's good news, doctor!" Hank exclaimed, overjoyed with happiness.

The doctor nodded and smiled. "Just be sure to not talk to him in a loud volume, ask him sophisticated questions or that has anything to do with the accident." Hank's smile faltered slightly and the doctor rolled her eyes. "Don't think that I can't read your mind, Professor McCoy."

"You're a telepath?" Hank furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"No, but I think it's pretty obvious to everyone that you're going to try and question everything about the accident, since you don't know anything about what had happened during the accident," said the doctor.

"That seems fair," Hank let out a breath, showing his frustration, "but you do know that lives are at stake-"

"Unless you want me to put you onto my list of people banned to see him, Professor McCoy, there will be no exceptions of any kind, even if you have permission to do it from Professor Xavier." She glared at him as Hank's eye twitched in disbelief, wanting to argue with her, but decided against it when he realized that it was no use, and walked towards a clinic bed where Peter lies, eyes wide open and fully awake yet looked not entirely like his old self.

"Peter?" Hank called him cautiously. "How are you feeling?"

After a few moments of silence, Hank was about to open his mouth and say something until a barely audible mutter came to his ear, "I feel like I'm dead," Peter blinked several times, "I'm alive but I'm dead,"

"Am I actually dead?"

"Well, you're definitely not dead but you seemed to act like it and it worries me slightly, especially seeing how pale you are. I wouldn't have been suprised if I was told that you were a zombie." Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "So.... I'm a zombie?"

"No, no," Hank quickly shook his head. "Well, that's what I thought too, because if I were a zombie, Mr. Goodie Two-Shoes over here would look like a vampire that has been covered in snow under the darkest and coldest part of the tallest mountain his entire life." Peter remarked, referring to the unconscious Scott lying on the bed beside him. Hank turned his head, directing his attention onto Scott, and grimaced. The teenager was still cuffed to the clinic bed in fear of him having a breakdown again and trying to destroy everything around him but the doctor told him that it was not likely because Scott had not shown any sign of consciousness within the past few hours. However, the wounds on his head seemed to heal faster than it previously did and Charles knew that the hooded man had something to do with it after Teresa told him about the letter that was given to her. It did not entirely satisfy Hank because of Scott's breakdown but he was just relieved to know that he was alive.

"Now, I'm sure that you're the real Perer Maximoff," Hank's face broke into a smile when he turned to Peter.

Peter shrugged and grinned. "So, what's going on with the school? And why am I not getting any visitors? I'm sure my good old pops must've wanted to see me or he already has favourites with his children."

"Erik rarely left you alone like he did when Teresa was unconscious. Charles and I had to bring him meals and persuade him to eat. He had to leave for.... various of reasons. The doctor even prepared a new wheelchair because she was so sure that Erik would want you to sit there for the rest of your life," the two mutants shared a laugh together before things started to get serious, "but on the more serious notes, do you remember anything about the accident?"

Peter hummed and furrowed his eyebrows. "I remember.... a bright light.... darkness.... and uh, oh! A tall figure standing in the middle of the road."

"A tall figure?" Hank's nose scrunched in confusion.

"Yeah," Peter nodded, "Very weird too, because they look very similar to someone I know but I forgot who."

"Any specific features?"

Peter shrugged again. "I might sound crazy and imagining things but they have silver hair,"

"Silver hair?" Hank repeated.

"Silver hair," Peter repeated after Hank, "do you want me to spell it out for you?"

Hank shook his head. "And that's the last thing you remembered seeing? The tall figure with silver hair?"

"They were skinny too," he added.

"You saw their hair but you can't identify their gender?" Hank questioned.

"Nope," he replied back, "I couldn't see their face clearly because a dark blue hood was covering their silver hair and face."

"What was the mutant doing in the middle of the road?" He muttered, mostly to himself, but was answered by Peter.

"Well, I suspect that they were trying to kidnap me, because I remembered feeling someone grabbing my legs and carrying me but for some reasons, they let me go and made this ugly bruise on my face because of the impact," Peter winced, pointing at the large purple bruise near his eye that was looked close to forming into a black eye. "I heard a little grunts and groans, so I suspect that they were fighting because I heard several punches that sounded painful. That and the cries of pain from my right."

Hank sighed and took out his notebook, writing something in it, while Peter blinked a few times and watched him carefully. "I'm sorry I can't help you much," he murmured, stopping Hank from his writing, "I don't remember much from what had happened. It's a memory was taken out from me.... or I have amnesia."

"It's fine, Peter," Hank responded, putting his notebook back into his white coat. "I didn't expect you to remember much and I certainly didn't expect you to give me as much detail as you did. That might momentarily be the one of the only things you can help me with at the current moment." The teacher gave him a warm smile and was prepared to leave the clinic when Peter stopped him. "I heard screams," Hank turned around and faced Peter as he continued, "When I was still unconscious, I heard screams- screams of terror as if he was in pain. But it was not just anyone's screams of terror.... it was Scott's." Peter paused, stealing a glance at Scott. "I thought it was only a nightmare, so I told myself that he was fine. That no one was harmed or injured but after I regain consciousness, the first thing I saw was Scott's dead body." Peter frowned deeply. "Of course, he was not dead, but my mind had just regained consciousness and seeing a very pale unconscious Scott didn't help at all."

"I don't want him to have the same fate as Alex, Hank. He's still got some time left to live!" Hank held a blank expression on his face, trying to register what Peter said into his brain. He didn't know what to say to comfort Peter because he was also mourning the death of Alex, one of his old friends, after seeing him die right in front of him, knowing that he couldn't do anything to help him survive the explosion. However, Peter didn't understand that. He didn't understand that he could not do anything to help Alex and bring Scott his brother back because in his mind, Quicksilver was able to do something to help but that was a lie that was stuck in Peter's brain and it especially did not help with the way Scott acted around Peter after learning that he saved nearly everyone in the mansion, except his brother.

Perhaps that's one of the reasons why Scott hated Erik and Peter for a long time because he thought that they were the reasons that his older brother was killed while at the same time also blaming himself for not saving him from his death. But of course, Scott had learned to accept the hard truth and stopped blaming Peter for Alex's death. However, he still dislike Peter's father for numerous reasons and his own two children has to agree to those reasons too.

"My mom said that I can use my power to create something good but how am I even suppose to save everyone when I'm always late even though I have super speed?"

"That's the thing that always caught up to mutants, Peter," Hank bit his lip. "Even when we have powers and try our best to save both humans and mutants, thinking that we can save everyone, we all know that can't save everyone deep inside our hearts."

"Expectations that never turned out as planned can hurt but it would hurt even more when those expectations were made by ourselves," Hank told him before he left the clinic, leaving the young mutant to ponder with his own thoughts.

***

Teresa lied her head on the couch in the living room, staring at the open window beside it as if she waiting for something. She sighed and looked away, feeling exhausted. She had just went out to find Lion because he has not came back for nearly the whole day and Teresa was getting worried, especially since the hooded man warned her not to be alone, although she is currently going against that warning.

The young mutant yawned and moved her eyes around the room, searching for an object to ease her impatience. But there was none, and she sighed again, starting to wonder how long it was going to take for the hooded man to give her information about her family. But then again, Teresa wasn't expecting the hooded man to know much about her family, especially her mother, who she knows nearly nothing about, neither does she know what she looks like. Teresa only.... hopes.

She had recently been thinking all about the conversation she had with Lily and noted that family was important to most people. However, Teresa does not entirely understand the word because of her lack of experience with it. The only people she called her family is, Ms. Jane and Sofia. While Teresa can spend the rest of her years with Sofia, Ms. Jane was always busy with the younger kids and Teresa feared that Sofia was going to be taken away from her after she's adopted into a new family. Of course, the young mutant would be happy for Sofia but at the same time, feel sad as the empty feeling inside her called loneliness grew even more. Before leaving the Orphange, Teresa had a talk with Ms. Jane about Sofia and they both agreed that if Sofia does not get adopted into a loving family after Teresa turned eighteen, she would become her legal guardian.

Teresa had only told this news to Warren who was delighted by the news because he is quite close to Sofia and hoped for her to have a loving family.

With that thought, Teresa's lips curled into a rare wide smile and she whispered, "Tell me something about my biological family that I don't know of."

All of a sudden, a letter fluttered from the open window and fell onto the floor. Teresa moved closer to the window and looked out of it, searching for any signs of the hooded man. She found none and moved her head out of the window, shutting the window closed, as a loud grumble came from the sky and the wind began to thrust through the air as if it was a knife cutting butter. Teresa hummed and brought the letter to her eyes before ripping the envelope out and took out what seemed to be a small note along with a photogragh. Teresa put aside the photograph, deciding to read the message first.

"Don't faint."

Teresa raised one of her eyebrows and read the sentence again. "Don't faint," she repeated, looking at the other side of the note, only to find it empty.

Teresa redirected her attention to the photograph, eyeing it like a hungry yet cautious predator. She took the photograph and looked at the other side of it. Teresa's eyes widen in shock and face as white as snow. The young mutant held disbelief in her blue eyes, staring intensely at the old photograph she was holding, hands trembling as if it was shivering from a cold weather. Until finally, the photograph fell out of Teresa's grip and onto the wooden floor.

All of a sudden, Teresa can only hear the ringing sound in her ears. She tries to cover her ears with her hands in an attempt to soothe the ringing but it didn't and she screamed as loud as she can, rocking herself back and forth. Inaudible shouts were heard near her but Teresa couldn't understand any of them because they sounded muffled. Teresa was too focus on the ringing sounds in her ear that she didn't even noticed Jean hugging her side, trying to calm her down by whispering things that she thought would help Teresa. But again, Teresa couldn't hear what she was saying, as Jean continued to move her mouth and wiped off the tears that Teresa didn't know were on her face. Erik looked at Teresa in horror as if he had just seen a ghost while Charles stayed silent, watching the scene unfold, guilt overwhelming his thoughts.

Warren gently pushed Teresa's head onto his shoulder as she sniffled several times. Warren held a worried look on his face but quickly hid it when he realized that Teresa might get more nervous because of it. He carried the crying mutant to her room with a worried Jean following behind them.

"I told you it was a bad idea," Hank muttered. He didn't want to brag to Charles about it, seeing as it was not the right situation, but he can't stop himself from mentally smirking in victory.

Erik clenched his fist in anger and grabbed the photograph from the floor, wondering what had made his daughter cry her eyes out, but his eyes widen when he saw the photograph and froze in shock. The mutant threw away the photograph and stomped out of the living room. Charles frowned and took the photograph in his hands, eyes widen in shock. The old photograph showed a beautiful woman who looked identical to Teresa, except for her wavy black hair. Beside the woman was Erik who was smiling widely at her and holding an beautiful infant in his arms with blue eyes- Teresa's eyes. But what finished the cherry on top was the little boy being carried by the mysterious woman. He had silver hair that was neat in the photograph and Charles could swore that the little boy was Peter if he had blue eyes.

And this could only mean one thing.... Teresa has an older brother.

Do not copy. To be honest, I wanted to write in the end like, "Erik has another child," but pretty much a lot of people suspected that and it doesn't sound very unique, seeing as he has around- I don't even know how many children- but yeah, it's not that unique. However, I'm sure everyone's like, "Another One," with a slightly annoyed expression on their face.

Honestly, they need somekind of family reunion dinner or something with Charles as the host 'cause he's probably already tired of seeing one Lehnsherr after the other or at least that's what one of you commented before. I also don't know how to feel about this chapter.... probably the usual. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I've been waiting to finish this one for a while now.