Gretchen was halfway through trying to make something for dinner; it wasn't that she didn't trust Liesel to cook, far from it when she did cook, she was a pretty good one. But what she found annoying, was when Liesel cleaned up after herself and put things away in the wrong places. Such a moment was happening, Gretchen peeked out of a cupboard at the sounds of frantic knocking on the front door. This in itself was irregular. Liesel had friends, friends who were hidden, Gretchen had work friends who never came around. It was a weird thing, but she honestly didn't like people coming around her house. She didn't like people in her house, despite them being people she'd worked with for years. She supposed it was an anxiety thing. What if they'd judge her simple home? What if they did something to something else, and so on.

So, with a knife in hand, after she'd found it in a cupboard! Why would Liesel put it there for, she didn't know; but she walked along the corridor, knife in one hand, something to sharpen it on in the other, and flung the door open. Her grey blue eyes blinked as she looked at the group of males. They in return looked at her with worried glances, "Good afternoon," she smiled and kept the knife up so they could see it. If they were going to break in and steal things, she was going to fight them every step of the way. Not that she was much of a fighter, but she could try. Where was Liesel when she needed her? She would've been useful around about now.

"Gretchen?" Her eyes snapped to look at the shorter male at the front. She narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down. Brown wavy hair, blue eyes, a small, trimmed beard across his jaw. No, she didn't rightly recognise him. "Gretchen, it's me, Charles." He said, English accent almost sounding pleading as he put a hand to his chest and looked at her with wide imploring eyes, he was seemingly begging with her to recognise him, to remember him.

"Eh?!" She basically yelled and shuffled backwards in the small corridor and beckoned them all into the home, with the knife. Hesitantly they did so, making sure to keep away from her. She slammed the door and managed to edge around them and moved into the living room. She nodded and then looked about when they were still looking at her oddly. Looking to the knife, she laughed. "Dinner!" She explained with a grin. "I was...what are you doing here?" Gretchen darted off to the kitchen, despite being called at not to run with the knife, and returned. She sat down in a seat near the small fireplace and looked to the men, who only just managed to find places to sit. "We have not heard from you in...years," Gretchen said while narrowing her eyes in thought, which was true. She was really, very confused. She gave up explaining the fact she was in the middle of making dinner, and focused on the man who had bought her sister back to her. Only, what she said was true, neither had heard from him for so long. It had disheartened Liesel, even if she tried to put on a façade of nonchalance, losing the Englishman as a friend hurt her.

"Yes, I know. I am sorry." Charles said while hesitantly moving to the edge of the seat on the sofa. He sounded rushed, rushed but also honest. So much had happened that really, he didn't mean to lose contact with the twins, it was just one of those things that happened.

Gretchen looked him up and down, he looked exhausted. Truly and utterly exhausted. "So-"

"Plagiarism!" Came a shouted voice from the corridor, Gretchen's eyes widened and she stood up suddenly. Although she wanted her sister home, perhaps now wasn't the right timing? Even more so considering she sounded livid. Fidgeting from foot to foot, Gretchen looked towards the door. She could hear Liesel shuffling about out there, Gretchen wasn't sure what she was doing, but the fact that her appearing was being dragged out made her feel more nervous. Liesel did have a way of sometimes reacting badly. "Me? Me?! Plagiarise someone else? What the actual heck? I mean me...do I honestly look like a copycat? Oh, yes, I like what you're doing there, please excuse me as I jump on your bandwagon and totally rip you off!" The voice got louder before the owner swung around into the room, and then that was precisely when the owner turned and walked back out of the room. She caught sight of the gathered males, her sister standing awkwardly, and just turned and disappeared again.

"That...was a lot less dramatic than I thought." Gretchen said slowly and hesitantly. She was actually shocked that she managed to recognise Charles instantly, but then she guessed, she did know him better. She was also expecting shouting from Liesel, or at least something more dramatic. But Gretchen had learned, silence and Liesel often meant it could be worse, silent fury, the calm before the storm...

"I ain't having no President killer in my home!" Came a shout from the back of the house. Liesel said fiercely, still angry sounding from wherever she was hiding away.

"W-what?" Gretchen looked confused, her eyes instantly narrowed at one person in particular. "You..." If there were any times where the two women seemed similar, it would be when their tempers kicked in. Gretchen hadn't paid much mind to the other males, only Charles. But now that she looked, one in particular did look very familiar to mugshots she had seen.

Stalking back into the room, Liesel frowned and looked at the small group gathered. Her shoulders were tense and her eyes were a dangerous dark green, if anything she looked like a cornered wild animal readying to pounce. "What are you doing here?" Her voice wasn't exactly forthcoming, or welcoming. She sounded far from it, she didn't want them here.

"Me in particular-"

"Shut up, Erik." Liesel snapped and looked to Charles. "Years of being blanked. And you turn up, out of the blue, with...Hank? Oh blimey, what...? Ah! No, him, whoever he is, and...that." Liesel said, getting distracted by the fact that Hank looked like he did before the serum accident, and whoever the dark haired guy frowning at her was. She'd never seen him before, didn't know who he was, or why he looked so unhappy.

"That?" Erik stood up slowly, not taking too kindly to being labelled as something that wasn't even alive.

Liesel tilted her head and looked him up and down. He looked no different. Honestly years in incarceration hadn't seemed to take any toll on him. Same brunette hair, same light blue eyes; which right now seemed darkened with annoyance and narrowed, he was still taller than her and apparently hadn't changed out of his prison uniform. He definitely wasn't malnourished, he looked well, like he wasn't in prison at all. Shaking her head, she backed away. "I don't want to know..." She whispered sadly while turning. "Get out of my house." Liesel just looked defeatedly at them all and shook her head, making her way to exit the room again.

"Our house-"

"Fine!" Liesel turned and shouted at Gretchen. "Fine. You want to have dealings with them, fine." She turned and glared at her sister before retreating. Her footsteps could be heard upstairs before there was the slamming of a door.

Gretchen sighed and hung her head, Liesel had retreated to her room and she intended to leave her there to calm down. "You know how she gets when she's upset." She defended. Her sister did get passionately angry. "I suppose this is the cherry on the cake if she's had trouble at work too." She shook her head. Gretchen sighed and ran a hand through her hair, unlike Liesel, hers was longer and a darker brown. She guessed Liesel would've just ranted about her work day over dinner, like usual, but that clearly wasn't going to happen now.

"Work?" Erik asked and looked up at who he had firstly presumed to be Liesel when the door was first opened. He could vaguely remember the pair when they were children; they looked nothing alike. 

They did now. Growing up had seemed to oddly make their near on identical appearances clear. They had a similar face shape, Liesel's hair was more auburn, Gretchen's was browner; Liesel's hair still had a wave, whereas Gretchen's was slightly straighter. Her hair was longer, but Liesel's was short and framed her face. The pair had the same eyes, even if Liesel's were still a brilliant shade of green. Though, even from the glares that got shot his way, her eyes seemed a different colour. She was wearing something to conceal the natural green, clearly.

Gretchen frowned at him. "Shocking, isn't it?" She sat back down and looked amongst them. She rolled her eyes at the pun, so far she didn't think her sister had shocked anyone she worked with. "Why are you here?" She simply asked, enough of this pussyfooting around, it wasn't getting anywhere.

Charles sighed, "We need your help."

"Please tell me it doesn't involve having to hide him." Gretchen said with a nod to Erik. He raised an eyebrow, as far as he knew, he wasn't going anywhere. Charles and company had broken him out of his little idiotic cell for a reason, after all.

"No," Charles smiled awkwardly. "No it doesn't." He shifted his gaze from her to the man who was standing near to the window. "Logan?"

Looking towards the former knife wielding woman, Logan sighed. "We are trying to stop a man called Bolivar Trask from creating weapons which will target not only mutants, but anyone who is likely to ever present the mutant gene. But firstly, above all, we need to find Charles's sister." Logan spoke simply, trying to keep things as simple as possible, the sudden paling of Gretchen's face didn't go missed.

There was a snort of laughter from the door, Liesel stood with a hand on her stomach and the other waving in the air. She walked into the room, still laughing, "Irony much?!" She laughed and wiped at her eyes. Something was clearly very funny, only it seemed like an inside joke at Gretchen's expense as Liesel still laughed away.

"What do you mean?" Logan asked with slowly narrowing eyes as he moved from his leaning position to look at her full on.

Liesel, not being the least bit intimidated she pointed a thumb. "She works for Trask Industries." The shock and sudden gravity of that sunk in and Logan was perhaps the first to react. Liesel stepped in front of her sister, "You go for her...and I will punch your damn heart out." She smiled and tilted her head, looking the Canadian up and down before letting out a short sigh.

"I'd like to see you try." Logan countered easily enough.

"You don't want me accepting that challenge." Liesel smiled innocently while tilting her head to the side and eyeing him up and down one last time before turning away. "But getting back on track. She works for that annoyance, and she's managed to leak out compounds where they keep mutants. It's dangerous. But it's fun. Between us we've managed to lessen their...what's the word to use...stock?" Liesel shrugged casually while turning and slumping in a chair with a sigh. She smiled and looked up at those who were still standing on guard. "You're currently in the room with perhaps the only two people, apart from those at the main office, who can possibly help you with any and all information you could ever want. Please sit, being looked down upon makes me nervous. While you're at it, can we have a proper reunion and introduction?" Liesel smiled and tilted her head to the side as she leaned her cheek against her fist.

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Edited: 13/June/2019

Reedited: 24/August/2021