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Later, sure, later. Because that was easier.

His hand slid gently beneath Caitlin’s chin to cradle her jaw, bringing her red rimmed eyes up to meet his. She looked like crap, and for the moment, the tears pouring out of her eyes stilled the storm inside of him. As idiotic as he and Alex were going at each other blow for blow, she had likely allowed herself to be privy to the entire room. It didn’t matter that Beth had Scott subdued, the emotional damage was already done. Well, it mattered-he briefly glanced at her, hoping her focus was on Scott’s head and not his-as her sudden presence had given him the opportunity to finally move to Cait’s side.

He looked to Paige, then slid his hands around Cait’s hair to take it out of the care of the blonde’s, offering her a nod. “Thank you.” He told her, genuinely grateful for her. Then he tipped his head in his brother’s direction. “That asshole might need someone to be his friend.” He muttered, and Paige pushed herself to her feet. She kicked him in the shin and he reached out and swatted her thigh in retaliation.

Caitlin retched again and everything that her lithe body could hold came up in a garbled stream. She tried to speak and he wanted to tell her to leave it be for the moment, but when she was intent, she was intent. Her thought about what Scott had seen left him stunned into complete and utter silence. Enough so that he was well aware of the extra footsteps moving into the room. He had half a thought to snap at his children, assuming they were turning in to everyone present, but it was Jaxon and Elise that tumbled in. Well, Elise tumbled more so out of breath, and Jaxon sauntered in like the half robot that he was.

She’s alive.

For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Not even as Jaxon moved on to explain further. His brain accepted every word between the pair of them, worked to format them into a code that his brain could accept, and he found himself fixating back on Caitlin.

She’s alive.

And Scott’s current mental state was due in part to…her.

Gabriel looked briefly to Alex who sat beside their brother, then he homed in on Beth. Her right hand was against the side of Scott’s face, her own features an emotionless mask. Scott’s breathing was still elevated, but his attempt at fighting was all but nonexistent.

“So, what? She’s in his head?” Emma had somehow merged herself into Scott’s thoughts? It somewhat explained the odd behavior, the lack of abilities when he was awake…except for that moment when he had tensed, when the glow had formed as he fought through something. If Caitlin had leached that much emotion off of him… “You said you think he watched her die.” He puzzled the idea about in his head. “That he thinks he killed her.” Suppression. The minds attempt at protecting itself. And if Emma was in his head, was she helping him? Or hindering him? “He doesn’t want to remember.”
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Cait still felt sick but it was settling down in such a way that she was sure she wouldn’t start puking again. Or maybe she might, lately she didn’t know. Which made her think about something else until Jaxon and Elise stumbled into the room and basically acknowledged what Cait had just said to her husband.

Except there was more. According to the pair, Emma was still alive.

She moved closer to Gabe, seeking his comfort because this wasn’t making any sense. Cait moved her gaze towards Scott, she still could feel his pain but there was more. Something she should have picked up but if Emma was inside his head, nobody would have figured that out. Except maybe…

Gabriel picked apart what had been said and gave his own twist on it. Cait knew where he was going with this. “No he doesn’t. Just now, when he started too… “ She swallowed. “The pain he was feeling. He doesn’t want to feel it but I think it’s slowly killing him.”

Frowning slightly she pondered some more. “If Emma is in there, she tried to protect him but it’s backfiring now. I don’t think she expected to be in there for this long.” Her voice sounded hoarse, her throat raw from throwing up.

“He has been on the streets for a couple of months before I found him.” She slightly cringed at that, not really wanting to point out that she had done this on her own. “Knowing Emma, it wouldn’t have been her intention to be stuck there for more than a week tops.” Trying to ignore the guilt she was feeling.

It was then that she received a text message, pulling the phone from her pocket she saw that it was from Carol. You need to go to Gamma Xi. Take Kitty with you. Putting her phone back, she would deal with that in a moment. There was something else bothering her.

“Beth, be honest. Has my daughter been roaming inside his head?” She asked because it was something Lexie had said to her prior. That her uncle Scott wasn’t alone.
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The moment that Gabe slid his hands around Caitlin’s head, gathering her hair back away from her face, Paige relented, because that was his place she had temporarily been occupying while he and Alex had struggled to keep Scott contained, never mind their bickering. She had half a thought that they would have benefitted more so from a flat-out fist fight, abilities included or not. Gabe was angry, and Alex was defensive. They still hadn’t actually discussed anything, they just threw their words haphazardly and let them fall wherever.

Gabe offered her a slip of thanks, and she could hear the genuine depth in his voice, hear his attempt at trying to come down from the high his argument with Alex had sent him to. His comment directed towards his brother had her frowning and rolling her eyes as she stood up to her feet. She kicked him in the shin as she moved by him, convinced he was too occupied with his wife to retaliate, but the slap of thick fingers against the back of her thigh proved otherwise. The sting followed her across the room, but it was…familiar. In Alex’s absence, she had Gabe had found an odd middle ground, sibling-like in nature, and it had been missing for the passed several weeks.

Her steps took her to the wall beside Alex as he leaned back against it. His seated form put her at a height advantage-for once-and she slipped her fingers in against the back of his neck. She stood up a bit straighter when Caitlin claimed she though that Scott had watched Emma die, only to be about mowed over by Jaxon and Elise spilling into the room, one far more out of breath from -she hoped- running to meet them, and the other probably didn’t need to breathe much if he didn’t want to.

She’s alive. It wasn’t something one casually tossed out into shared conversation. It was a declaration. ‘She’ was simple enough to identify and she quickly glanced at Beth, but the telepath had her focus directly on Scott, and there was no hint of hesitation on her part. There was the subtlest of glows-purple, of course-around her irises and she could not recall that ever having happened before when she had watched Beth utilize her abilities. Perhaps a new trick she had picked up in the years since she had been taken into custody.

“And how do you know that she’s alive?” She asked the pair.

Jaxon looked at her, and the Elise followed suit as she worked to steady her breathing. “The last recorded image of her, is her body shifting to diamond.”

She knew that state, she could assume such of her own. The mental strain of shifting into any organic crystalline form varied, but diamond was the heaviest to bear. Hardest known substance on earth, hardest form to hold onto one’s emotional state. But the mind…it had to keep itself functioning in order for the form to hold. She would have returned to flesh and bone if she’d been killed.

Paige frowned then as she rewound the conversation. “What do you mean ‘the last recorded image of her’?”

She watched Elise press her lips together and then look at Jaxon.
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The questions were coming in quickly. Jaxon picked up each one, indexing them as one would in a catalogue. Then he addressed them one by one.

“So, what? She’s in his head?”
“Gabriel, please remember that this is no more than a guess. However, probability weighs in at above eighty percent. She has somehow managed to access his mind. Her own body is probably in critical state. She left a fraction of herself behind to maintain the state, but her conscience might be inside of Scott’s head to ensure he will not experience a catastrophic mental crisis over the experience of taking her life.”

“You said you think he watched her die. That he thinks he killed her.”
“It appears they were put into a ‘one or the other’ situation.”

“And how do you know that she’s alive?”
Paige’s question came next but it was Elise to get to it. Jaxon threw her a glance and nodded. His eyes were back on Paige, and he knew she could probably gather the most information out of all of this simply granted that she too was able to assume such a state. Jaxon’s eyes were fixed onto Paige until she eventually asked the question he had been waiting for.

“What do you mean ‘the last recorded image of her’?”

Jaxon felt Elise’s gaze on him and he knew that the task to answer this one was upon him. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Carol unearthed what I believe to be the final moments of Emma Frost.” He figured mentioning now what else the video contained was probably not a good idea.

“Her upper body”, Jaxon said, drawing a half circle from his shoulder to his solar plexus and back to his waist, “suffered a direct hit by Scott’s optic blast. It almost appears as if the impact made her transform. But it is certain that she was hit first, and transformed them. So she is in critical state.”
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Alex couldn’t say that he liked the exchange between Gabriel and Paige. There it was, that small voice, telling him that they had four years on him. He shoved that voice back into its back. Whatever happened between Paige and him was none of Gabriel’s fucking business.

It did, however, calm him when Paige got up to move to his side. He took comfort in her touch and gave himself the moment to think. Around him things appeared to spiral into faster and faster turns. Emma was alive? She had put Scott into this state? She was in his head … what? Alex listened, but he took a lot longer to computer than the android guy.

Alex only looked up when Paige’s question rose above the noise in the room. He turned towards Jax and contemplated the other man’s explanation.

“Those final moments”, he cited Jax, “Do you have them?”
Jax swallowed and nodded, quite obviously rather uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Alex stood, his gaze dropping to Paige first, then to his older brother.
“Whatever you have, can I see it? ... We see it?”

Jax nodded, more uncomfortable yet. “Carol sent it. It’s in our system.” Meaning, it was stored and accessible in and through the terminal in Jaxon’s area of the theatre.
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How long had they planned to keep him locked up and all to himself before they sought her out? She had felt it halfway down the block as she had perched herself on the rooftop of an old bank, watching the sun sink lower in the sky, casting a watercolor of hues upward in its wake. She had thought it would have proven calming, enough that she could let her guards slip further, allow more in because she wanted to allow them that, not pick at every mind within a mile because she was afraid of being found and taken back. She wasn’t going back. She would tear herself apart at an atomic level before she allowed any one of them to ever take her back.

It had been Scott’s mind that had had her up on her feet, Jonathan’s gaze following her, eyes wide, curiosity on the surface of his thoughts.

“We’ll have to try tomorrow night.” She told him as she had lifted herself barely off of the rooftop. When he had risen to stand before her, she had slid her arms around his shoulders and he had reciprocated about her waist. Then she had lifted them into the air and taken them back to the theater.

She could have followed the line blind to that room.

Gabriel’s thoughts were the first that she touched on, and much like his brothers, they were not the easiest to access. But he had been thinking of her, which had made him easier to slip into. “I’m right here.” She had told him as calmly as she could manage. The tension in the room could have been plucked like a harp cord.

Scott Summers lay pinned to the cot he was afforded, fighting rather spectacularly against both of his brothers’ weight and counter strength. Caitlin was crumbled to the floor, a hand to her chest and tears bright in her eyes, her gaze focused on Scott, Paige beside her. Subduing Scott physically took little more than a consideration and he was relinquished from Alex’s and Gabe’s tandem restraint. He babbled on like a man pulled from the sea who’d been adrift for days, senseless, broken. She moved to him before anyone else and knelt at his side as his brothers dispersed.

She set her hand against the side of his face, fingers skimming his hairline as her thumb just brushed the beard growing without a blade to keep it contained. Her will to calm him further pushed between her lips and she tried to shush him, watched him press his eyes shut, watched a tear escape form either corner.

Trying to breach his mind was like trying to run through one of those obstacle courses she used to stay up late at night with Megan and Amara to watch people undertake. The moment she found an in, she had to push quickly as an intangible force rallied to push her back out once more. It was not quite as locked down as she could remember Laura’s mind being, but it was up there in the realm of difficult to crack. Once she had managed to sift beyond the surface, she found the space was a patchwork of memories that rippled and twisted. She would catch glimpses of him half way between moments that stuttered and then he would vanish and randomly appear somewhere else int eh stream. It was, at least, somewhat more colorful than she was expecting.

She was aware of Alex addressing her, even as she dug deeper into his brother’s psyche. There was another presence in his mind, or better, two, and both familiar. One she could attribute to being present regardless of the locks and blocks that held his mind contained because he would allow her to be there, the other…she reached out for it, wrapped its signature about herself and tried to pick it apart. She smirked when she could name it, wondering how she had managed to slip within until the answer laid itself bare to her.

The strain was drawing the cold about her and she exhaled when Caitlin prompted her about her daughter. Lexie. She immediately centered her presence in the part of Scott’s brain that regulated sleep and prompted him under, allowing her to relinquish her telekinetic hold. She might have fallen into that apathetic well if she had let herself remain distracted on both planes.

“Are you really wanting an answer, Caitlin?” She asked the woman without turning towards her. “Or was your question rhetorical?” She kept her focus within Scott’s head and reached back out to the ribbon she could attribute to Alexandra Summers. “It’s not telepathy, not really, not yet anyway.” She explained the best she could make sense of the structure of the girl’s abilities, it was both fascinating and creative. “There’s an emotional bond between Gabriel and Scott which allowed Lexie to create a reciprocation between Scott and herself. That was what allowed her to access his mind, because his mind…” she pressed gently deeper, and exhaled once more through her slightly parted lips, “is exceedingly resilient to direct telepathic intrusion.”

She tried to grasp at the other presence once more, trying to remember the feel of it the last time that they had shared a mindspace. “Lexie could manage such a bond with most of the people in this room.”

She withdrew from Scott’s thoughts and in the physical setting watched him sigh as his consciousness sought to slip further. “Or are you really wanting to ask about Emma?”
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“I would very much like an answer.” Caitlin spoke up, even if she already knew the answer. She would like it confirmed and perhaps afterwards she could have a more in depth conversation with Beth about the workings of her daughter’s power. But hearing Beth utter the words that it wasn’t yet telepathy made Cait want to hide her daughter away from the world.

One where they captured telepaths and did horrible things to them.

“So basically, what you are saying is that she can talk to anyone who’s a Summers, or blood related?” Which would explain why the three kids weren’t talking but acting anyway like they had the biggest conversations.

“You feel her in there, don’t you?” Caitlin got up, leaving the comfort of her husband’s embrace to walk over to Beth. Not sure if this would be the smartest move but she had to know. “Show me.” After all she knew Emma, she knew that woman’s energy like the back of her hand. Cait reached out, brushing her fingers gently against Scott’s face. His mind was failing, and she dug deep enough not to rouse him but this time Cait sensed more than just Scott’s emotions.

She felt her daughter, radiant and smiling and then there was…

“Holy shit…” She murmured, half catching what Jax was saying. “We need to see what happened to them.” It would answer a lot of questions, and help in getting him fixed. See it and perhaps get Lexie in one room with her uncle so they could talk to him through her.
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“It’s more than that.” She advised as she tried to press deeper. “She could easily tether to Alex much as she has to Scott, but you and Gabriel possess an emotional tie to Paige which would give Lexie an advantage in breaching her mind as well.” She exhaled again a momentarily glanced towards the two standing in the doorway. “Elise doesn’t quite have a deep enough pull yet, and Jaxon…” she bushed at his thoughts, noting their rapid shifting. There was a point where they bled away, she imagined merged somewhere into technological functions and she had never become a technopath, no matter how she tried. “Jaxon’s head is too…hybrid.” Was the best word for it.

The wedge she had created in Scott’s head held even as she took a moment to once more assess the room, noting that Caitlin had moved closer to her.

She wondered who Caitlin meant when she asked about feeling ‘her’ in there, if she was referencing her daughter or the other telepath.

Beth had not encountered Emma in a decade, and like everyone else had thought she had been killed. She had thought about it hundreds of times while they had had her, wondering if she had been subjected to the same treatments, the same isolation, the same maddening visions that her might sought to construct in its loneliness. Perhaps they had killed her quickly, had always been what she had silently hoped for, pleaded for herself. Emma possessed a secondary mutation, defensive, yet it required some form of perpetual consciousness. Much like creating a telekinetic skin had required of her. Yet, she wondered if Emma had ever been friends with Tony Stark.

The thought of him, briefly chased a measure of grief across her heart, guilt always followed. It had been his choice to make. She reached for Jon’s mind to temper the threatening spiral.

“Here.” She said, both outside and within Scott’s head as she reached for Caitlin to follow her. Though she wasn’t sure that the redhead would want to see everything that had happened. She had picked pieces of it out of Elise’s head the moment she had declared that Emma wasn’t dead, and then explained how she had Jaxon had come to the shared conclusion.

Perhaps it would have been cordial to ask Alex and Gabriel if they wanted to see their brother, but considering their current mentalities, it would like upset Scott all the more. Yet, she wondered, perhaps they would rouse him from the depths. Later, perhaps.

She lifted a hand in his mind and brushed her fingers along a glimmering strand of matter that seemed barely perceptible when she wasn’t touching it. “Everyone leaves fingerprints.” She told Caitlin. “In time, they fade, become dull and are easier to miss. It’s the mind’s way of cleaning and reorganizing itself” She went on. “But when a presence lingers…” As Farouk once had in her own head, “it leaves traces of itself smattered about.” The line glimmered again, pale and luminous. “I’ll bet you can guess who that is.” Because there were traces of her everywhere.

The plane shifted briefly and they stood on a bridge spanning a deep ravine, but three steps further and grass brushed at their knees. “His mind is in flux.” She commented, referencing the constant shift. “Ah.” She reached out for a copper strand. “There she is.” Her hand wrapped about Caitlin’s wrist and drew it forward. “That would be your daughter.” The narrow cord bent and curled, having looped off into countless directions. The moment Caitlin made contact with the signature, she felt Scott adjust, and she pushed her telekinesis outward to keep him still once more, fracturing her abilities.

“She has been very curious.” Beth exhaled, a chill threatening to crawl up around her chest. “It’s very telling of her age.” She smiled then. Lexie was a child and as such, she followed her curiosity.

A ripple shuddered out from a localized point ahead of them and she moved towards it, certain Caitlin would follow. The scenery continued to its constant changes. It kept stuttering on a holding cell.

You need to make it out of here. Emma’s voice.

Scott jolted at the sound and she wrapped herself her own mind tighter about him.

The only constant was ahead of them, a held place, something or someone keeping the construct solidified. A bench beneath the stars, a pair of trees. A pair of girls conversing. The flutter of fear and regret. “I know one of them belongs to you.” She said, her indication for Caitlin as she kept her eyes on the girls.
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Jax was not sure he liked where this was going. The video Carol had sent him was … well, uncomfortable was an understatement. Even being over half android had done little to prevent the unease from rising up from his stomach when he and Elise had watched the clip.

The invasion of privacy on this man and his girlfriend had been beyond what Jaxon had ever seen from the SFG. He wondered whether that video had officially been sanctioned. If not then the SFG was looking at a growing problem: Staff torturing the subjects in captivity.

On their second and third screening of the video, Elise and him had skipped ahead through the first part. Watching a man and a woman who obviously cared deeply for one another – who were now almost literally broken and broken apart – making love in a sterile white chamber made of reinforced walls and security glass had been heart breaking to witness. It had made Jax take personal interest. He always wanted to help, wanted to fix things that did not go as planned or as they were supposed to but he usually stayed at a healthy distance.

Not this time. Seeing the video had not only made him feel heart-broken, it had angered him. And it had roused memories from deep inside of him. Not everything the SFG had done to him back then was accessible to him – and after seeing the video of Scott and Emma he was glad for it.

The second part however, was equally suffocating. Death by love, some hopeless romantic may call it but the reality of it had been brutal and inhumane. Jaxon had never known Emma Frost closely, but seeing the choice she had made and with what fervour she had executed it had struck respect for her into him. In an absolutely crazy feat she had managed to ensure both of their survival, more or less. They were not lost. Not yet anyway.

Jaxon wanted to make sure Emma Frost and Scott Summers could be together again.
Just that the idea to have the entire group present in this room watch the scenes, made him uncomfortable all over again. Jaxon doubted that Scott would appreciate it. And yet he knew that if he put it on and skipped the first part, all of them would demand to see it.

He hung his head for a moment, looking from Paige to Alex, then to Caitlin. And last to Gabriel “The footage contains highly graphic material. Discretion is advised.” Jaxon stepped away from where Scott lay now under the watchful eye of Beth Silvercloud. He pulled a handheld device – no larger than a phone from his back pocket and logged into the local server.

As he pulled the video from storage, his shot another glance at Scott. “If your daughter is in his head, let us be safe rather than sorry and step outside. This is not suitable for a child. Possibly not even for you, Caitlin.” He looked at her with a kind glance, his eyes switching to Gabriel then back.

Alex was up and away from the cot with Paige by his side in no time, following Jax outside onto the floor. He gazed up and down, making sure the other two kids weren’t near. Jaxon nodded appreciatively. “I will mute the audio”, Jaxon informed him. It was obvious from Alex’s expression that the middle Summers did not understand why Jaxon made such a big deal out of it.

That was until the image on the handheld began moving. Alex stared at the screen, momentarily slackjawed. Then he pushed one hand into his side, the other running through his mop of short blonde hair. “What … what the hell is this?” he pushed out, feeling his stomach willing to flip. “Are they …”

“Yes, Alex, they are”, Jaxon answered.

It was almost a minute long. Jaxon watched with worry as Alex’s complexion became ashen.

“Why are we watching this?”
“There is more. I believe the final moments of Emma Frost and what caused Scott’s state are caught on film in this video.”

Alex pushed his hand over his mouth, and Jaxon could understand the man’s relief when the scene changed. Jaxon had gone through the exact same emotions when first viewing the footage. And there it was, Alex’s gaze darkening. That moment when the viewer realised that it could indeed get worse.

“Turn up the audio”, he pushed out, staring at the screen Jaxon still held out for them with wide eyes and a shocked expression. He could hear his brother begging Emma, and Jaxon saw the added moisture in the corners of Alex’s eyes.

When the optic blast erupted in the video at last, Alex bent over, hands just above his knees. For a moment Jaxon worried that Alex would throw up like Caitlin had done inside Scott’s room. But he appeared to simply need a moment, his breathing and heartbeat a little elevated. Paige was by his side, so Jaxon would no worry.

He still held the handheld out, as if to offer anyone who cared for an encore to take it and watch the video again.

“Elise and I have discovered evidence in this video that Emma Frost is indeed still alive.” It was a feeble attempt to make a situation that was certainly devastating for some of the people present, and just awful for any kind of human being, better.
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It had felt like ages that she had spent inside of Scott’s head but it hadn’t been more than a few minutes. Alex had already moved away from the cot, Beth was still sitting next to Scott and Caitlin felt out of sorts. Like she was not quite settled back into her own mind just yet.

Scott was still out of it, his mind ready to start healing and his emotions were raw and it was up to her to make sure he wouldn’t succumb to it. So, Cait did what she knew best, she put an empathic dampener on him. One that would slowly lift up and making him feel more over time but giving him the chance to cope with it first.

She then turned to the others and caught Jax’ words. “I can handle it.” She said, her voice still hoarse from the vomiting. “Lexie isn’t in his head, she’s playing with the boys.” This she knew because she could sense her daughter not even close to this part of the theatre.

Sidling up next to Gabe, she tucked herself into his side waiting for him to wrap his arm around her. She half knew what was to come, having caught glimpses of it before she left Scott’s head. But it was still shocking to see it on screen. Alex was questioning what he saw and Cait just felt sad, sad that it had come to this. Mutants in their most vulnerable state being put up on the internet.

Cait held on tight to Gabriel, watching in silent horror as the video continued on to a new scene. This time hearing the audio, she knew exactly what was to come. Scott would blast Emma, thinking that he had killed her.

So much pain Scott had been in and then they had discarded him like trash.

“Emma was in his head. She did it to survive.” Caitlin spoke up. “She did it to make sure they both would get out. But he was in so much pain, she tried to shelter him from it but his resistance started to push her out.” She took in a deep breath.

“Beth is helping her, and I’m helping Scott. He’s sleeping now, but when he’ll wake up…” She swallowed, her throat starting to hurt. “He will remember. He will remember everything.”
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