Lucy's POV

(three days later)

This week we were excused from classes for recovery; apparently had I made one more forcefield or levitate something one pound heavier I would've passed out during the fight.

Raven and Moira were working on tracking Azazel down since he kept escaping.

Jean, Ororo, and I were in Jean's room working on some of the school work so we didn't fall behind when Scott knocked on the door.

"Uh guys, don't tell the younger kids but you might want to check this out."

We got up and followed him. My dad, Hank, Kurt, and Peter were there watching the TV.

"Following the mutant attack three days ago-which left many injured and one dead- many are calling for a mutant registration act." The news reporter said.

"How did that one person.." Peter asked.

No one answered but we all watched.

"Recent rumors of a school hiding mutants have surfaced. Should the President search this? Or should rumors be ignored?"

"But, nothing's gonna happen right?" Jean asked, "There have been calls for a cure or registration for years."

"They can't" I said.

"We need to plan for the worst either way." Hank said, "There are some tunnels under the mansion that could be used if-"

"No. It'll scare the students." My dad said, "Moira will probably figure out what's going on."

We sat there for awhile longer, bells rang and classes were dismissed but no one came in.

They kept bringing up the battle and the death of one person, leaving us wondering what had happened.

"Breaking. It has now been confirmed that the cause of death was due to the building collapse that took place towards the end of the day."

My brain went numb.

I thought I had saved everyone. I thought the force field was big enough and that nothing bad had happened. How could I, there was, was there something I could've done? Rescued them instead of fighting? That person would have been alive right now if I had done something.

Jean looked back at me, tears forming.

"I'm going to go make some tea." I said quickly.

Peter was right behind me once I was at the kitchen.

"It wasn't your fault. We all did what we could." He pulled me into a hug, muffling my sobs.

"There's still that what if though." I told him, pushing him slightly off.

"Nothing we can do about what if." He told me, "Let's try and think about something else! Tea! What tea do you like!"

I chuckled at his expression.

"Seriously, my mom used to drink this caramel tea, never had it though. Tea takes too long to boil, rather would just drink something from a can. No prep work."

"Wait you've never had tea?" I asked, looking up.

"Nah."

"Today you are, start a kettle and I'll get out some tea."

So that's what we did, I made him try five different flavors, he liked the blueberry scone flavor the most. The hardest part was those four minutes we waited for the water to boil and convincing him not to eat the sugar cubes whole.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"A bit, I want to see what's going on." I told him.

When we got back, a congressman was talking.

"Yes; we will be heavily pushing this registration. From what we've seen it is the best choice."

"It won't actually happen right?" I asked, "It's unconstitutional. People won't support it."

"It doesn't matter if it's right it matters if they let their fear control it. And it is." My dad said.