Gretchen pulled Liesel to one side soon after, everyone seemed geared up to go as soon as possible. Liesel looked confused yet smiled at her sister, "I'm staying here." Gretchen said and watched as the smile slipped from Liesel's face. "Someone has to keep tabs here, right?" She was sure she didn't need to remind Liesel that there was a manhunt still on for Erik. 

She had kept an eye on the news and other reports which were coming in while Liesel was information hunting. If anything, the authorities had doubled their efforts to find Erik. It didn't fill Gretchen with any confidence, she wasn't going to deny him assassinating the President, but it caused her to feel cold inside; what else was he capable of? It was a thought which plagued her more than she cared to let on, she wasn't saying if he was just another run of the mill criminal that the authorities wouldn't be looking for him. But, with his track record, there was a severe urgency. There were even rewards being offered for any information.

"No one knows this place exists, it's safe. Come with us," Liesel said while reaching down and holding onto Gretchen's hand tightly. "You'll love Paris, Gretchen! It's an amazing city, or at least it was the last time I went...I'm hoping it's still the same." Liesel said thoughtfully while looking to the side as the small group of males seemed to be waiting for them. They hadn't got anything to gather, after all, it was literally the case of leaving here, and going to the airstrip, get on some private jet and go.

Gretchen shook her head slowly, "I know that." She paused and rolled her eyes, Liesel's hold on her hand lessened slightly, Gretchen got her hand free and she placed it on her shoulder. "I'm not like you, like any of you, remember?" Liesel's expression dimmed and she looked about with sudden realisation. Admittedly she did get caught up with everything, and had forgotten the most important fact that Gretchen was human. It was a fact Liesel ignored, because she was her sister, that's all she ever thought, mutant or human, either way she was just her sister. "Not only that, if things get too much and we'll need to move, the only other person who knows where to go is Newt. And bless him, he's not the best at talking and getting attention and keeping it, is he?"

Liesel smiled sadly, "Be careful." She reached forwards and wrapped her arms around Gretchen's shoulders.

"Only if you are too." Gretchen said while holding onto Liesel before allowing her to slip away.

Liesel smirked, "Of course! Look at the company I'm hanging with, how could anything happen?"

Gretchen's smile was strained, it was the company she was with which caused her some problems; it was also underlining in her previous words. She wasn't saying she didn't trust them, in fact, in the small space of time she had realised why Liesel had thought so fondly of both Hank and Charles, sure she had met Charles before, but Hank? No. Though slightly shy and hesitant, he was otherwise really nice and polite. Charles was still oddly the same as ever, but with a little more of an attitude problem. An attitude problem which seemed to appear the most whenever Erik was present. Gretchen was at least happy to know that she wasn't the lone one who didn't particularly like him; in fact, everyone seemed to be much the same, to make it worse, Erik clearly knew and just carried on like normal, or whatever normal was for him. Logan, Gretchen had briefly spoken to in passing, and she didn't actually quite know how to feel about him, he was a hard man who spoke rather shortly, yet otherwise seemed quite tolerable and untoward.

"Listen, I've got to pack some things, I'll meet you all out there." Liesel turned and smiled and watched as the group merely nodded and exited. Gretchen stiffly patted her on the shoulder and walked quickly out of the room.

Trotting forwards slightly, she grasped onto Charles's arm, he looked momentarily startled, he was evidently lost in thought. "Gretchen?" After all, much like her sister, contact wasn't exactly something she dabbled in. So it was a surprise to suddenly get grasped onto.

"I need to ask something of you." She whispered which caused Charles to look confused. He slowly nodded though and glanced down as Gretchen unwrapped her hand from his arm. "Look out for her." Her eyes darted to look at Erik only to look back at Charles.

He got the hint, smiling somewhat sadly he nodded slowly. "I'm afraid I can only try. I've attempted to dissuade Erik in the past before, and with either bad, or no results at all." Charles admitted with a slow sigh. He got where Gretchen's sibling worry was coming from, but she needed to understand that Erik was rather stubborn, he would do what he wanted regardless if anyone else wanted him to or not.

She looked over her shoulder when she heard footsteps running after them. Liesel looked ecstatic, Gretchen smiled slowly, she never knew how much Liesel liked to travel. It was something she never even thought to bring up, because whenever she'd travelled before they were reunited clearly in some way or another involved Erik; and talking about him was a no go, because Liesel always ended up looking disheartened. She wasn't an idiot, Gretchen could clearly see that her sister still cared to some extent about him, and if he was as clever as everyone seemed to believe him to be; then he surely figured this out already. And that, that caused Gretchen to feel hugely uncomfortable and uneasy. For all purposes, he had broken her heart. And what sort of sister would she be if she would freely stand by and watch that happen again? She pretty much guessed her last heated words to him were ignored, so her next course of action was to talk to those that they would be with. She trusted in what Charles had said, so she stood next to Newt, who was as apprehensive as herself, and waved them off.

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"Spill it," Charles looked away from the window, and the plain tarmac of the runway to Liesel as she stood leaning against the chair opposite to his.

"What, exactly?"

"Don't play stupid, you're not stupid." Liesel edged around and sat down slowly. "How are you able to walk? Last I saw, you were in a wheelchair, so how or what has happened?" Liesel frowned slowly, she was going through the variables and couldn't figure out how he suddenly was able to walk. From what she heard, the bullet had done enough damage to warrant this never happening again.

Charles shifted and frowned at her, "It's a topic I do not wish to speak about, Liesel."

"Ja, I figured," Liesel mumbled and leaned her crossed arms on the table, before leaning her chin on them.

Charles looked at her a little sadly, she hunted him out because she evidently didn't feel like she could speak to the other two in the cabin, and she definitely didn't want to distract Hank, who was in the cockpit behind the controls. He guessed actually, her being here made it easier for him to try and stick to Gretchen's words. "What made you decide to do what you did?"

Liesel's eyes slowly opened, she looked at him with a frown. "Because I admired that you could do such a thing...what was to stop anyone else from doing the same? But instead of going out finding people, why not take in people that I've helped? Or something like that...those people needed somewhere, and you were so far away..." Liesel explained honestly.

Charles smiled, out of all people, he never thought he would inspire Liesel. He honestly never saw that coming. He felt a small niggling feeling of pride there. "Did Gretchen volunteer to help?" He asked, Liesel smiled slowly and gave a slow nod. "Somehow I don't believe you."

"She was hesitant at first, but then she discovered what Trask was really up to, and she became scared. I mean, she worried if I were to be captured, I'd never be seen again. After all, I've already been in the hands of one madman, if I encountered another; she knew I wouldn't come back. I'd die, simply put, I'd be put through who knows what only to either be put out of my misery, or die from stress and torture." Liesel shut her eyes and sighed quietly. "So what exactly is going on? I mean, all of this is hugely suspicious to me."

Charles sighed, "Logan's from a time in the future where these Sentinels have hunted out basically every living mutant, or those with the gene."

"I remember him saying that back home." Liesel frowned and looked confused before shifting. Turning and kneeling in her seat she looked back at Logan, he was seated at the back of the cabin, in his own little world it seemed until he looked up at her. She was certain he could hear them and everything they were saying. "You're a time traveller?"

Logan frowned, "Something like that." He replied in a rather nonchalant tone, although with the way she said it, she sounded rather excited. More so for finally getting proper information out of Logan. He got it, she liked to be in the know. And right now, about this mission, he did know more above all others.

"That's so cool!" Liesel exclaimed with wide eyes. "Well...I guess it would be if you hadn't come from Armageddon, huh?" Logan frowned over her choice of words, and Charles let out an awkward cough. She really wasn't tactful with words still it seemed. The only one who didn't react was Erik, he just looked between the two of them. "Hey, I know there's that universal rule of: speaking the future, can change events. But seeing as how you've already changed a timeline, can I ask more questions?" She jumped out of her seat and walked down the aisle to stand leaning against the chair opposite to the one he was sitting in.

Logan raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "You want to know what you're doing?"

Liesel shamelessly nodded. "What? Shoot me for being curious." It was a bit selfish, but surely that would be the first thing someone would ask, right?

Logan looked at her sadly, "You weren't there when I got sent back." He hadn't met her, he didn't know her. From the reactions and conversations between herself and Erik, he got it, they were connected somehow. But sadly, if she wasn't there, and he hadn't crossed paths with her, that could only mean one thing.

"Hm," Liesel hummed and turned away. She shuffled back up the aisle with her head tilted to the side in thought. "I'm dead, then." Shrugging casually she waved her hands in the air, she just seemed so casual about it all as she whistled quietly.

"How did you come to that decision?" Erik frowned, not exactly liking how she immediately thought that. Only because she wasn't there, didn't mean she had passed away. The thought of her being dead was something which Erik had eradicated from his mind, ever since they were children; she had been close to death, and he made a point of keeping her away it.

Liesel looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Those Sentinels have sensors, they're mutant hunters, secret base or not we would be found...once found, we'd be captured, and then there's the obviousness which comes from this, I'm dead in the future. Who sent you back?" Liesel turned and looked back to Logan. She couldn't deal with Erik looking at her with a blank expression, his eyes however were a turmoil of emotions; rage, sadness, resignation and determination. He said more without saying anything, with just his eyes alone.

"Charles and Erik." Logan got Liesel's green eyes snapping to him curiously. That piqued her interest a lot. They couldn't stand each other, did this change in the future?

Liesel pouted, "Shocking." Shrugging she sat down slowly and pulled her knees to her chest, tucking her chin on them she sighed. She realised she could've been slightly dramatic, and jumping to conclusions, but she wasn't an idiot, she knew enough of what Trask was up to to know that if things didn't change, she wouldn't be here for much longer. Frowning she looked up at the ceiling, which meant Gretchen wouldn't be either. She could have latent mutant genes for all she knew. "Can't we just let Raven kill Trask?" She piped up after several minutes of silence. The way she currently saw it: him dying probably would do favours, but then again...would the death of him make another arise?

"No, things go from bad to worse if we do." Charles responded, pulling Liesel from her thoughts as she blinked slowly and looked at him with a small frown. He sighed, pushing a hand through his chin length hair before leaning against the table between them and looking at her honestly. "We have to stop her." He pressed, Liesel nodded slowly, she trusted Charles there, she wouldn't actively go against what he said.

"But...if Trask dies, then surely his whole project does, and then I get to rest easy knowing I'm unlikely to die in the future and drag my sister down with me. I couldn't live with that...through simply being related to me, she could die...wouldn't be the first time, but Trask isn't Shaw." Liesel prattled on more to herself than the three males who were with her. She couldn't get her sister killed, she couldn't.

"You said it yourself," Liesel slowly looked around her chair, Erik was sitting on the sofa, his long legs stretched out and his arms resting on the back of the seat. He frowned at her seriously, "We're with one of two who know more than anyone else what he's up to. Surely you know that even if Trask dies, there'll be someone to continue his work on."

"There's always a wingman."

"Yes, there is."

"Don't suppose we could kill him too?"

Erik frowned, "No." When she seemed so up for killing, he didn't know. The Liesel he knew didn't like to kill. But then he had to remind himself: she had no qualms if the target was deemed bad, Trask was bad, yes, but he'd still rather keep her away from killing and death.

Liesel sighed and looked sadly up at the ceiling as she sat back around and faced Charles. "It's been a good life, isn't that what people usually say?"

"You're not going to die, Liesel. Shut up, and stop being dramatic." Erik said shortly at her while crossing his arms and trying to ignore the low childish whine which came from her.

"I can't die, I've got a mortgage to help pay off. Oh dammit! I'm so going to lose my job, again! Why does this keep happening to me?!" Liesel exclaimed and hit her head against the back of the chair a few times before her head came into contact with a hand.

She tilted her head and looked up the arm to the owner, Erik frowned at her. He'd moved along the sofa, even sat up and leaned forwards. He had reached out, extended his hand and cushioned her head against the chair. "Please stop, you're being annoying."

Liesel frowned and moved her head so he could move his hand. "And you're all being moody. I get it, we're off on another dangerous adventure, so what? We survived the last one, we even succeeded before the second coming right here, so can we try and not look so miserable?" Liesel asked while nodding briefly to Erik, who looked less than pleased with being classed as the second coming, before she glanced at Logan and Charles.

"Coming from the woman who was just moping about dying." Erik pointed out rather obviously.

"Like you'd sit there and take it so easily." Liesel doubted he would. No one could be so stoic when it came to death, not even Erik.

Erik frowned and turned in his seat to look at her fully. "Death comes to us all, Liesel. There is no escaping this, it's just a matter of when and where, and how. I'm more than acceptant of this, because it's something that no one can escape, you're not going to die yet, do you understand that?" Liesel frowned slowly yet nodded, Erik looked at her firmly. He fully believed in his words, the end part specifically before turning and sitting in silence with his eyes shut. Liesel looked at him for a few more moments before looking slowly to the window, she frowned and leaned against the window, he almost made it sound like he'd have her back if anything was to happen. This caused her to shift uncomfortably, she didn't quite know how to feel about that.

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Edited: 13/June/2019

Reedited: 25/August/2021