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"So I let him go." Jean finished looking at the ground. The X-men stood assembled in the trashed room that had been there fighting grounds previously. She looked over at the faces of all of them after explaining the conversation she had with Logan only hours before. At first, none of them were certain that they believed her…but then Rouge had come stumbling in with Ororo and the others and she was forced to retell the tale.

Scott stood tall with his hands clenched at his sides. Rouge couldn't tell just what he was thinking but she had an idea. So as Ororo began to divide them into groups in order to search the premises she pulled her sullen boyfriend off to the side.

"Scott…you couldn't have known," she told him, having judged by the guilty look on his face that he felt bad for not trying to talk to Logan.

"Yeah…" he trailed of slightly, "but this is Logan we're talking about. I mean I SHOULD have known. If he dies Rouge….I'll have to live the rest of my life knowing that I never got to say goodbye…"

Rouge shook her head sadly. "Oh Scott…" leaning forward she pulled him into a hug. There was nothing she could do to take away his pain.

"Yeah so this blows." Lance muttered as he and Pietro wandered to the top levels of the house. Pietro zipped over to two large wooden doors that he suspected was the master bedroom of the house.

"What are you doing?" Lance asked his younger friend as he scanned the other rooms for anything remotely useful and found nothing.

Pietro paused for a moment his hand on the door. "I just…I mean I know we already checked him but I just want to see if there's anything that this man left behind…any family at all…just so we can give him some sort of retribution. I mean…my father is the reason he's dead. So I feel like I owe him something I guess."

Lance nodded understanding his sentiments. "Look Pietro you should never feel responsible for what your father does. Y'all are not alike. I know that when you and Wanda were still fighting you let that get to you. But you shouldn't. Okay?"

Pietro nodded. "Yeah…come on let's look through this room." He twisted the bronze handle and shoved against the doors, powers forgotten.

Hank let his gaze shift around all of them chemicals that littered the main room of the household. He had brought cases for just this occasion though he had not actually suspected to find anything of the sort. It seemed Magneto was taking this to the next level.

"So what do you suppose we do with this new information?" Ororo asked him interrupting his thoughts. He crossed his arms and tilted his head as he looked at the packaged devices and potions.

"Well I first want to see if we can call Forge in to experiment with these control devices. Find out how they were assembled and how to disrupt their purpose. Technology isn't my best field. I suppose that Mystique will be a big help." He told her.

"Do you think we can trust her?" she asked him as they grabbed the cases and took them into the X-jet strapping them down into the back. Her distaste for the woman was obvious, as they had quarreled much in the past.

Hank nodded, "All of her information thus far has been reliable. Not to mention that she now has something else to hold against Magneto other that what he did to Kurt. She knows that she can't do this alone. Plus she obviously wants to help Pietro and Wanda in their crusade against their father."

Storm nodded. "So what's next?" she asked him with a far away look in her eyes. Hank could only guess she was thinking about Logan.

"My guess is that we might want to start training more. Do some recruiting and allying, hopefully we can get the word out in the political world. Try infiltrating anywhere Magneto has chosen to send his new troops."

"No politician is going to listen to us." Ororo told him with a sigh. "And if they do then they'll use it against us. If one mutant is bad then they'll assume all of us are. How can we put that kind of pressure on the kids?" Hank nodded.

"That's where I can help you." Said an alto voice from behind them. They looked over to see Mystique. "This is going to get bloody. If I have to take out a politician to get the word across to the public don't think I won't. You may not want to have a part in something like that, but I know you'll take one."Hank and Ororo shared a look knowing she was right.

"And as for the children." She continued, "You weren't there when this all went down. I was." She paused looking thoughtful for a moment. "You should have seen the way they sprung into action. Thinking ahead, taking cautions of the dangers, looking out for one another. I know that Pietro is ready. And after awhile….the others will be too."

Storm nodded, "Then the sooner we get home the better. We need to conference with the Professor." She paused and looked at Mystique before smiling. She jumped into the co-pilot seat of the X-jet, the other left open for Scott. She held out a hand to Mystique. "Our home is your home should you choose to stick around."

Mystique smiled before taking her hand. "With my boys there? You couldn't get rid of me." She informed the woman. Hank clasped his hands together.

"I'll just go round up the children then I suppose." Turning on his heel, he left the two women to talk.

Pietro pushed open a trunk in the cozy looking room as he and Lance continued to rummage around for evidence of the man's life. So far he had found only one thing….his name. Edward Rummins.

"Pietro!" Lance called from the adjoined bathroom. Pietro sat down the deed to the land that had the man's name before zipping over to Lance.

"What?" he asked his friend who showed him a framed picture on the bathroom counter. He picked it up to get a better look. A slightly younger version of the man stood next to a hospital bed. Pietro knew it was him simply because he would never get that man's face out of his head. He had seen dead bodies before. But never before had he felt so responsible for the death of an innocent person. Not since that little girl…..

The man stood next to a young woman and young man who were both smiling fondly at the bundled white blankets in his arms. A small baby.

"Grandchild?" Lance asked from behind him snapping Pietro out of his thoughts. Pietro shrugged.

"Maybe," he said, "but remember that we didn't find a ring on the man."

"They could have lifted it off him. From what I know Gambit always liked to steal." Lance told him. But Pietro shook his head.

"Yeah but there were no marks on his finger…." He trailed off to himself.

"Look." Lance motioned for him to come to the drawer he pulled out from a built in cabinet. In his hand there was a gold wedding band, "To my one true love-Sara." Lance said reading the inscription.

Pietro smiled, "I guess Magneto didn't do as good of a job cleaning up as I thought he did."

The door then swung open and Hank walked in, "You boys find anything?" he asked and Lance made the ring disappear for someone reason worried that Hank my find it trivial that they were searching for the man's family ties.

"Not really." He answered quickly and Pietro raised an eyebrow at him but nodded all the same.

"Okay. Then were going to head out. You boys are the last so we should get going." Hank told them.

"Sure thing." Pietro told him snatching the ring and zipping to get the picture and papers.Hank didn't even notice. So they rushed from the room. Pietro looking back only once, with a sharp pain in his heart.

"Are we going to destroy this place?" he asked Hank regrettably. He did not portray his feelings aloud when the mutant nodded solemnly.

"I'm afraid we have no choice. While the chances are slim we can't take the risk that Magneto might come back." He told the two teens.

"How are you going to manage that?" Lance asked incredulously, "we can't burn it, we could start a forest fire."

Hank nodded, "That's a good question." Pietro suddenly perked up.

"I have an idea!" he exclaimed as they finally reached the jet.

"Which is?" Lance trailed off. Pietro waved a dismissive hand in his direction.

"Get me Iceboy and Storm and I'll show you." He told them.

"Ready Bobby?" he asked the younger mutant who nodded, hands outstretched. Suddenly rain poured from the sky in huge amounts due to Storm as he and Bobby began to turn it into ice on contact.

Pietro had made them all fill every room with snow and proceeded to freeze it into a chilly ice like fortress knowing the temperature would keep it that way.

When they finished the outside they boarded the jet once more and admired their work.

"Can't Pyro just burn it down?" Bobby asked Pietro as they made their way to their seats.

"If he does then he'll cause a forest fire and they will destroy the whole house. Which just defeat the whole purpose." He informed the young teen.

He let his eyes travel to Mystique who held the back of a chair for support as the other chairs were full of equipment and cases. She was bloody and tired and he'd be damned if she was going to stand. He pulled her arm and sat her down in his chair.

"Pietro," she began.

"I'll stand." He told her firmly as he grabbed a support pole near the back. Jean smiled at his kindness before grabbing him and pulling him into her lap knowing she could take his weight.

"Or you could sit here." She offered. He smiled at her and placed a quick kiss on her lips.

"Or I could just sit here," he agreed, laughing when Bobby made a retching noise causing Kitty to smack him on the side of the head.

"I'll let Jubilee know you think relationships are nasty," she told him with a smirk. He glared at her for a moment.

"….Shut up…." He said before turning back to the front and crossing his arms.

"Can we go now children?" Scott asked exasperatedly from the front.

"Yes sir!" they all chided in unison before strapping up as the X-jet lifted off the ground and began to head back to New York.

Things had been resituated once they got back. A meeting was held with everyone, non X-men members included. They would need them all for this case. Mystique's presence and Logan's absence were both explained and a room was set up for her. Once everything had been discussed they were all sent to dinner as many of the mutants that had gone on the missions had schoolwork to do. The grieving over their missing instructor could finally take place. But there was one thing that Pietro had left to do.

Pushing the doors to the Professor office open slowly, Pietro slipped through. He had waited for the others to clear out. The whole thing felt somewhat personal.

"Umm Professor?" he began getting the man's attention to him as he took a seat in front of his large oak desk, too tired to stand.

"Is there something I can do for yo Pietro?" he asked the young mutant before him who suddenly looked grimmer than he did on previous visits. Pietro noticed that there was a packet on his desk that he could only assume were the mutant's identities that were new to Magneto's ranks. Something he figured would later be discussed.

"Yes actually." He slid the picture, papers and ring that he and Lance had found in the house to the Professor. "You see…Magneto had the man who lived in that house killed. I know because my search team found his body….I wanted to see if you could find out who the people in that picture were so that we could tell them that he was gone. We didn't have time to really salvage the body…." He trailed off ashamed that they had left it behind.

The Professor had gone quiet as he looked at the pictures. Pietro sat up taller. "What is it?" he asked knowing something was wrong.

Xavier shook his head slowly, "I knew this man. As did your father. He was…an old college friend of ours."

Pietro couldn't really find any words of comfort. "So why did he have him killed?" he asked as the professor pursed his lips.

"He never was one of Eric's favorite people. I suppose that in his eyes he was disposable." He told him.

"Was he a mutant?" Pietro asked now interested even more in the situation.

"No, that he was not. But he was a firm believer that both mutant and men could one day live together. Perhaps another reason Eric decided to get rid of him."

"So who are these people? His children?" Pietro asked and Xavier nodded.

"Yes and all three of them are mutants. I suppose that telling them will be inevitable…and perhaps they will be willed to help us. But I won't suggest it." Xavier looked at the picture solemnly.

"Pietro I know that this is a big battle for you. If you ever wish to speak to me…."

Pietro cut him off as he stood up. "I know Professor. Thank you." He proceeded to leave. The door shutting softly behind him.

The professor sighed sadly as he looked into his friends smiling photograph. "Anytime."

DigitalAngel4U: Okay hope you liked that. I want to make this kind of fun. If anyone has any characters that they want to be in Magneto's ranks or they want to make up the identities and powers for the man's family than e-mail me or review with them. If you don't I'll make them up myself but I just thought this would be a fun way to get you all involved. Please let me know what you think. Good, bad all is welcome!