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As they take off from the ground, Alex can't help but clench his fists, memories running through his head.

Fire. Mom hugging him. Scott and him jumping. Impact. The hospital. Surgery.

He forces his eyes open, but Hank starts a steep dive in the plane, and he gasps again, squeezing his eyes shut again. Despite his best efforts, someone notices.

"Alex? You all right?" asks Charles, and all eyes are on him now.

"Fine." he gasps out, aware that everyone can see through him. He doesn't need any pity.

"Aww, is Havok finally scared of something?" teases Hank, probably trying to get him back for all the 'bozo' comments.

Alex can't manage a retort, he's just trying to not have a panic attack. Flames on the plane wings. Jumping. Crashing through trees. A sickening thud. Blacking out.

"Hank, land the plane." Charles orders, and Hank does, looking back at the three mutants.

"What's wrong?" he asks, but Charles doesn't have an answer, because then they're on the ground, and Alex stumbles out of the plane, puking up everything in his stomach, then heaving the stale air.

Someone hands him a water bottle, and Alex swallows part of it, wiping his mouth, then takes some deep breaths.

"Alex? Are you all right?" asks Hank, who must have just been getting out of the plane.

He can't respond, because he's back on the plane, and there's fire all around him, and Mom's crying, and the plane's shifted downwards, just like Hank just did, and he can't breathe, because the smoke is choking him, and then suddenly he's on the ground, and he hears the sickening crack of his legs snapping, and he lays there, in a daze, hoping someone can at least save Scott.

And then there's blood, everywhere, cause the bone is peeking through his leg, and it's sickening. Scott's unconscious, luckily, but Alex just has the strength to yell for help. And then his vision goes black, and he's gone.

When Alex wakes up, he's in his room, back at the mansion, confused. He sits up, and then the memories come rushing back. Plane ride. Panic attack.

He blacked out, and they took him back.

Alex realizes he's hungry and gets out of bed, heading for the kitchen. When he's a few feet away, he hears voices.

"What do you think caused that sort of reaction in Alex?" asks Hank, probably to Charles."I would assume some sort of past trauma, probably something similar to a plane crash. It could also be motion sickness." Charles says quietly.

They're talking about him, Alex realizes. Suddenly, he doesn't want any food, so he goes back to his room, trying ro shake himself back to present-day, not seven years ago.

Around midday, Charles comes up to his room, knocking on the door. Alex lets him in, sitting back down on the bed.

After a few minutes of silence, Charles asks, "Did you know that would happen?"

Alex shakes his head. "Haven't been on a plane in- years." He cuts himself off. He hasn't been on a plane since the accident.

"Why?"

Alex sighs. He'd been hoping to avoid this conversation. "My dad was in the Air Force. One day, when I was eleven, he got permission to take us up. Me, mom, my brother. The left wing caught fire, then the right one. Dad tried to get us back to base before we crash, but engines stop working. Mom looks for parachutes, but there's only one. She gives it to me, hands me Scott. 'Don't let go,' she told me. 'Pull this cord.' Then she pushes us out of the plane, and I pull the cord. The parachute catches fire, it barely slows our fall. I put Scott on top of me, hoping I can break his fall, and we hit the ground. Scott's unconscious, and I can see my leg bone sticking out.

"I wake up two days later with a pound of metal keeping my legs together. Scott's in a coma for three more days, and when he wakes up we go to a foster home." Alex shakes his head. "Haven't been on a plane since."

I know that's a bit of a weak ending, but I couldn't think of anything else to put. Reviews would be great!