The first thing she remembered was a sound ringing through her brain that was so unfamiliar and so horrible to her highly attuned senses that she felt like her subconscious and self was breaking apart into a million pieces and who she was and what she was disappearing on the wisps of clouds. No, it was more like the notes were disappearing into thin air, breaking and smashing, causing her soul to break.

Very poetic, she thought to herself. What exactly was this sense of being she was losing? It was as if she was losing herself and certain aspects of herself. She tried to catch with her mind the dying notes and heard some voice other then her own call out what had to have been her name. Was it Musa… or Muse? But even that, as soon as it had come to her shattered.

Her body felt also as if it was freezing to tiny pieces, and as if her outer skin was being shredded away, a feeling she couldn't explain. There seemed to be a skin still there, but it wasn't the one she felt she needed to remember who she was. It seemed to be a skin, the one that was remaining, to be something that she wouldn't be able to recall the most important details. She then found herself falling unconscious.

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Lance Alvers was sitting in the park, listening to the music from his CD player. He had left the Brotherhood household that Sunday afternoon because he had been getting an argument from all the arguing that had been going on with everyone else in the house. While he had played some part in it, there was a point he stopped. Usually they were before his headaches got too bad for him to handle.

Mystique hadn't noticed that he had left and was probably fuming that he had taken off on her, but if he had stayed her would have surely caused some damage with his powers, which at times seemed more of a curse then anything else. He was leaning against the tree, thinking about how many times he had been dumb enough to mess up with Kitty Pryde when something caught his eye.

Most people would have been surprised to see a rip open up in the sky, black and ominous with white lines reverberating out of it, but Lance wasn't surprised. Perhaps being a mutant did that to one. What was more surprising was to see a girl fall out of it, unconscious. This caused him to put his headphones away in his backpack and go over.

The girl seemed to be of oriental ethnicity. Her hair was pulled back into two black pig tails and trimmed so that they were incredibly flat. She wore tennis shoes, jeans and a one sleeved tank top. Lance reached down to shake her shoulder to see if she would respond to the touch. It was then that her eyes snapped open and she grabbed his wrist and leaned up a bit.

"Who are you! Who am I!" the girls said, only it came out as sonic waves, causing Lance's eyes to roll back as his whole mind went into a seizure from the attack she had sent at him. Even if it was unintentional, the attack made it so his power went off, and the ground began to shake uncontrollably. When she let go of his wrist eh fell over backwards and contorted for awhile on the ground

While the earthquake lasted only a few seconds, his whole had contorted for awhile. There was no way that Xavier wouldn't have not have noticed such a power surge, his mind told him subconsciously, making him make the decision to get out of there and run, but his body was still not willing to move. He cursed himself as he hadn't had a seizure this bad since he was in middle school, which would have been over four years ago.

He suddenly felt someone pulling him up and realized that it was the girl, much to his displeasure. He also found his mouth hurt immensely and cursed the fact that the girl had hadn't the sense to put something in his mouth to stop him from biting his mouth. Her voice was write in his ear, this time not giving off those odd waves that had caused his brain to act the way they did. "What is your name?"

He thought about it a few seconds and cursed himself because it wasn't coming to him. Nothing was coming to him except that he needed to get out of there, but his mind wasn't clicking as to why. He found her helping him to stand and then helping him to walk to the parking lot. When they got there, she commented off handily, "We should get out of here… that earthquake was pretty bad."

This caused Lance to blink a couple of times. He had been the earthquake, so what was there to get away from, unless she hadn't made the connection between the earth shaking and him. It was likely then too she hadn't realized what she had done with her voice. Nothing was clicking in his brain and he was nowhere able to talking. Last time it took a couple of weeks before he regained full mobility. Of course, he shouldn't have been able to have stood up already, but he had a feeling that this had something to do with her voice.

"Is one of these cars yours?" she asked, causing him to glance around, his eyes settling on his jeep. "I see, that one."

She then helped him over to where the jeep was and leaned him against the passenger side of the Jeep. To his utter shock and displeasure, she reached into the back pocket of his jeans and fished out his car keys. She used them to unlock the door and then lean him into the seat of the jeep and then buckle him in. "I'm not an invalid!" He thought to himself, only to be reprised by another thought. "You are when these seizures happen."

Lance was utterly embarrassed by his predicament, so he didn't realize that she had closed the passenger door and gotten into the drivers seat. This clicked when he heard her turn on the jeep by putting the key into the vehicle. She muttered something about old mods being so cool, which made Lance think about what the hell she was talking about as his jeep was less then four years old. It then clicked to that she was quite possibly driving without a drivers license. This defiantly had to be the worst day of his life.

He was very much right when she put the jeep into drive and it went forward, up onto the curb. She let out a surprised oh, and then preceded to put it into reverse and back the car out of the spot. The next thing she was tearing out of the park parking lot and tearing down the road to where ever. He closed his eyes so that he wouldn't see what was going on and feared police coming after them.

His thoughts then went to the fact he didn't have his drivers license with him. It had been left at the park with his backpack and some things he held as valued possessions, not to mention his homework and a few other odd and ends. He also had no way of getting back there, as his body was still far from functioning normally. The girl was going somewhere, but he hadn't a clue where it was that they were going.

The girl finally pulled to a stop and he opened his eyes, only to have his jaw drop. Somehow she had managed to bring him to look out point, the place where couples went on a date. He didn't want to know what anyone would think if they saw them up there. Most people though wouldn't be surprised as they assumed that he was into the whole have sex for a relationship thing. He hadn't a clue how to explain this to her as his mobility was extremely limited.

It was then that she turned on the music, blaring loud, causing him to wince. "Ahh… you don't like music?" she commented, turning it off.

This made Lance bolt for a bit almost, because he did like music. "Head."

"Ahh, sorry… B to the U to the M to the M to the E to the R. Bummer," the girl said. If Lance hadn't been feeling so badly, he would have laughed. She might fit in with the Brotherhood. To bad this was the worse place to be and the girl he was crushing on… what was her name… she had pretty brown hair.

"Anyways, what's your name?" the girl asked again.

Lance couldn't recollect so muttered one word. "Can't"

"Ahh. Well, I can't remember either," the girl said. "Hey, maybe we can't remember who we are for the same reason and we're brother and sister, or something."

If Lance had been able to glare at her, he would have. Recollecting was not the same thing as remembering. This girl was also a definite nut job to think that they were brother and sister too. She was also going to be a problem if night time came and they we're still together. She turned to him, and looked him over carefully. "Hey, you don't look so good. Perhaps you could get some sleep."

The girl suddenly began to sing aloud a lullaby he had never heard before. As much as he fought to stay awake, the girls voice put him to sleep.