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It took little more than a thought to put her where she wanted to be. The room was not as brightly lit as it could have been. Half the overhead lights were dim as though she were trying to surround herself in the night that held their part of the world captive. She glanced at the screens, some of the light source that was available and made quick sense of what they showed. Most offered stationary viewing, whether that was because of their outside placement, or because whomever wore the cameras the screens were reflecting were unmoving.

One offered her a half view of what the actions taken in the room had spurred.

It was a nudge, a choice made by the other woman in the room, and she had allowed it. There was a meaning to be had by what had been done, she wondered if Susan thought it was worth it. The resulting fall out was indirectly tied to that choice. And the blonde woman before her would have the figure partially visible on one of the screens to contend with and answer to. The potential could prove…interesting.

The steps she took into the room were nearly silent as she put herself before the one screen that was active, the only one that was important in the moment. Motion. She knew the direction it was headed and what it carried within.

She looked once to Susan before she shifted the world about her, pushed forward for a moment and then back, until she stood on the sidewalk looking upward. For a moment, her gaze hovered on the redhead, and she imagined the potential timeline where she hadn’t been present.

How far from the others, she knew the exact number of steps it would take to put herself there, but she didn’t need to see them to know the outcome. It happened every time. The one above her, though, was different. It was like the previous iteration or the one before that.

Amongst the cacophony of energy being cycled about, threatening to expand, threatening to consume, a different hum permeated the air. A metallic construct crafted for one of two purposes, extermination or capture. Then she stepped back, disappearing once more into the time stream.
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The child on her arm was picking up on her unease. It was a subtle feeling for now, but Emma could no longer pretend it wasn’t there. Her mind had followed the party that had left the theatre – and it was now where they were. It was there and it saw it all, saw it through the countless sets of eyes of residents, of the mercenaries involved, of the mutants on site.

“Em”, a soft voice murmured from behind her, and for a moment Emma found it in her to relax just a little. It was Scott. He was awake. Was he picking up on the episode out there? Or was it just her own mind calling him?

“Hey”, she murmured and turned around.
“Are you ok?”
“No”, she said, her voice soft.
“Give him to me”, Scott said, instantly accepting and acting upon it.
Emma felt appreciation.

“He need to go back to bed.” She declared as she pressed a kiss to Xander’s temple. But Scott only pushed his lips to her cheek in a small kiss before Xander and him turned away to return to their chambers. It made Emma turn back to the situation at hand. She redirected her mind to the night sky of the city. To “make this go away” was impossible. The spectacle was visible for half of this metropolis.

But she could condemn it. She could make it smaller.

She breathed deeply, flexed her mind like a runner would flex a calf. Then she began, sweeping across streets. Block to block, using the minds of those living in the theatre as anchors. Emma ignored the sweat beading on her forehead. Her power was not made for this kind of feat. Not this far, not this wide. She was not the artist for the broad strokes and wild brushes. She was the meticulous perfectionist instead.

But none of that mattered. Right now, one of theirs was trapped in a van she couldn’t trace, while another was almost setting the night sky on fire. Too many people that were part of this group were involved – all of them in danger.

Another breath out, as Emma pushed at her power. Massaging a muscle to coax it into greater performance, greater effectivity.

End this, she called out to anyone willing to listen.
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It was a cosmic sort of energy that obliterated her perception. At times Gabriel could draw on solar energy and fold it about his mind in an attempt to cloud her out. And more often than not, it worked. There was something else about it, the way it first became opaque, and then slowly lipped away undetected, taking the person she wanted to see most in the moment right out form under her view. Her kinetic reach would push out that far. Not without baiting the apathy, and even once she decided that perhaps it was worth the risk, the vehicle was gone, stolen away through a gossamer curtain.

The fallout was immediate, and she lifted a shield between Benji and Caitlin’s mind to absorb the brunt of the force it would have tackled her down with. The redhead at the scene, however, was one on her own, her mind was far too well guarded. She only managed to scratch the surface, only managed to steal glimpses of whatever it was that the youngest Summer kept out of reach. Even whatever it was she was truly capable of.

As she often did, she sought Laura’s mind, even if she could only manage to use the younger woman as a foothold. She managed long enough to watch Laura duck out o the way of another woman throwing a punch. The attempt, at first, seemed dismissible, until it continued on and on, throw for throw, parry for parry. When she tried to jump, tried to push herself forward into the opposition, she was met with a wall. And it hurt.

She withdrew and then lowered herself from the upper floor of the theater down to the main one. It put her at the top of the stairs that cut halfway through towards the lab. She could see Jon when she turned just enough, could make out the likes of Jaxon in a chair and Elise kneeling down before him. They were safe where they were. At the current moment, everyone in the theater was safe enough. It was the outside that was troubling at the moment.

“Can you feel it?” When she turned back towards the foyer, Amara was standing several paces ahead of her, the other woman’s sights set on the front door, or perhaps the blonde standing all the further into the room. “I can feel it trembling through the soles of my feet.”

She didn’t feel the earth in that manner, not quite so focused or as sensitively as the barefoot mutant that called for her attention.

“Its pushing through the crust of the planet.” She added further.

It cut at something in her chest, the thought of what needed to happen. And it angered her. She cut across the room in a dozen steps, and lifted her hand to hover just behind the back of Emma’s head. Emma was precision, Beth was wide angled. She could see through Emma what she was trying to do, trying to create points of anchoring, and then Beth spread outward. It took the slightest of nudges against the human eyes and minds bearing witness to turn them off, to hide the scene away. She followed the direction Emma paved and spread herself out to encompass the immediate surroundings. For a moment, a vehicle cut across her view and then it was suddenly halted in place.

She could make out the four in the sky in some manner of periphery. Three served a purpose, around the center point of Franklin Richards. Some tucked away portion of her mind wondered about he other visitors that had tripped through time to arrive in the present.

When she tried to reach for Benji, he rebuked her attempt at physical or mental manipulation, but his strength was waning at least.
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He could feel them draining him, feel it every time energy rippled out of him. He didn’t care, part of him knew that it couldn’t go fast enough, knew that if they didn’t draw it all out of him, he would destroy this part of the world. He would do everything to find Kira, would do everything to get her back.

Even destroy a city in the wake of it.

He looked down his arm, his hold on Joshua Guthrie was strong but he had stopped squeezing the air out of the man. He saw a flicker of something in the man’s eyes, but he dismissed it. He focussed on the next energy ripple that needed to be let out, it’s impact wasn’t as strong as he would have liked.

There had been a reason why he had needed Gabriel Summers with him, and the man was doing his job. More so, his adult daughter.

Benji snapped his gaze to the red head, the one that looked so much like Caitlin but if you really paid attention you would see a mini version of Gabriel. He cocked his head; something was different about her now. He released Jay and flew towards the Summers’ girl, hovering in front of her. He heard the protests coming from behind him, but he did not pay heed to them.

She had tried to connect to his mind when she had first arrived, he had stopped her. He didn’t know why, because he made connections with everybody but with her…

His eyes glowed brighter, energy spilled out of them and it cast an eerie glow over his face as he looked at her. He knew what she had done, knew what she was giving up in this moment to stop Benji from making the biggest mistake of his life. He could appreciate that, would have if his heart hadn’t started to shatter.

Gabby and him, they were in this weird tug of war situation, and he flew even closer because the draw he suddenly felt was more enticing than just destroying the whole city. He wanted to see if he could use her, could make her turn on the city like him. She had already done half the work by shutting of her emotions and then Jay was back in his field of vision. Stopping his forward momentum.

“You might be best buds with my brother, but I will hurt you.” Jay looked at him with cold eyes, a promise full of hurt if he moved closer to Gabby.
“You can try.”

End this. The words were broadcast loudly, he could see Jay wince but he didn’t budge. He stayed in Benji’s way.

“Move. Or this will be the last time you’ll fly in the sky.” Benji told him, his mind had settled on recruiting Gabby, on getting her to follow his lead and use that incredible power of hers on the city and not Benji. They would be very destructive. Purple. So much purple all of a sudden and he snarled. Get the fuck away, Beth. He told her as she tried to manipulate him physically and mentally.

He shuddered with the effort, apparently he was already affected by whatever Gabe and Gabby were doing to him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear it, and he moved forward but Jay was still in his way and the man wouldn’t go away. Benji lifted his hand, ready to burn down those wings that kept the man up in the air but…

He grasped his head suddenly; a haunting melody reached his ears. The words that followed made him stop in his tracks. Something about them… he shook his head trying to clear it but it was getting harder and harder.

Benji growled, trying to lift his hand again but his body wouldn’t react, wouldn’t respond.

“Stop your actions, Benji. Calm down, let the energy go. Let them soak it all up.”

He felt so compelled to do so but his heart, it was hurting and there was a reason why he was doing this, right? He needed to do this, apparently, he had spoken out loud because the haunting voice told him that there was a time and place and it wasn’t now. Benji reluctantly agreed. He grasped his head again, his hand palming his forehead, trying to rub the sudden headache.

He felt himself drop a few feet. Strong hands wrapped around his arms and lifted him back up.

“I’m sorry I have to do this.” He heard the words distantly; he shook his head to get rid of the compliant feeling. He didn’t want to feel compliant, he wanted to rage, to destroy and to find his Kira. He had enough, those assholes had taken everything from him. His parents, his sister for a while and now they thought they could take the woman who was his other half? The woman who was most likely carrying their child?

“Sleep, Benji and wake when I tell you.”

NO! He roared in his mind, his mouth didn’t want to move but he fought the compulsion every step of the way. The built up, the energy still coiled inside of him, it expanded and right before his eyes gave up the fight and closed, he pushed it all out. One last effort to get what he wanted.

“Sleep.” The voice told him and then he was out. Trapped in his own mind, and he roared his defeat. Yelling, screaming and snarling. But foremost he was aching. The loss he felt was too much to bear, and there was nothing he could do about it now because he was told to sleep and only wake when commanded.

He had seriously underestimated Joshua Guthrie’s power to compel.
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Emma exhaled and in her mind, it all came to life. She saw, she felt. She heard and witnessed. Countless minds at once. A handful lit up like fireflies in a dark night on the canvass of New York City. Those were the residents of the theatre.

Her mind usually worked like needle and thread, spinning intricate and precise patterns. Now? Now it was a wave, sweeping through the night, witnessing everything and everyone.

Emma felt the other woman behind her, felt the effect of two powers so much alike yet so different working in tandem. She gasped. Her own, narrowed view had suddenly been intensified into a much wider angle.

And she saw, following the interacting between Gabriella and Benji, and then Joshua intercepting. Her heart went out for Paige’s brother – Emma nudged his mind, fuelling his belief that he could overpower the oldest Richards child. And then it all happened almost at once. The light in the sky went out and the event was stopped.

Emma exhaled.

Bring him home, she whispered to the boy that had brought Benji down.
Sentinel, Emma then alerted Gabriella, her father and the other theatre residents on site.

She turned her head ever so slightly, directing her words to Beth. “Can you handle the tin man from here?” Emma knew that Elisabeth Braddock’s power supposedly was only limited by her imagination. What role distance played in this very open equation, Emma didn’t know.

Once more focussing on the scene, she closed her eyes and then pushed her will across the minds of the residents, the audience, the bystanders unlucky enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Emma did not ask them to forget. She instead aimed to rewire memories so that this possibly catastrophic event never happened.
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Complete and utter disconnect, and it ignited a bout of fear from the center of his being, a sensation often experienced in relation to the twins. Concern that burned bright, like the way it had the first time he had found Tony hovering just above his bassinet, fast asleep, not a care in the world. That had been the moment he had realized that his children were already targets, and they were already in danger even while the Services hadn’t a clue about their existence. Their first days had been bright, blurs of time, handfuls of sleep taken when able, punctured by moments of simply staring at them while they breathed. It had been an energy shift that had drawn him out of sleep to find the tiny boy suspended in mid-air. The fear he had felt that day was exactly what reverberated out from the middle of his chest when Benji turned his sights on Gabby.

The man moving towards her had stepped out of the rational aspect of himself in favor of vengeance. The people who hated their kind had taken what he cared for most. And within moments, everything shifted placement and focus. Emma’s thoughts brushed up against his own, but he remained fixated on Gabby. Benji had never completely reached her.

From the look of it, he wasn’t sure what would reach her.

The younger Guthrie intercepted, somehow managed to subdue their main focus for the moment. Gabby remained suspended, unmoving, energy about them still funneling towards her. The barrier he had pushed out to stabilize hers shuttered and gradually broke down.

He moved himself closer to her, willing her to even take notice of his approach.

Then he saw it, caught the glimmer of light off metal. The identification was supplied by a voice he was becoming exceedingly accustomed to.

“Get him out of here.” He told Jay. “Get them all out of here.”

[Get everyone out of the way.]

Beth acknowledged the request, and he trusted her to follow through.

The girl barely an arm’s length away was a bright light in the middle of the dark sky, the energy she had taken on humming about beneath her skin, trying to break its way out. “Let go of it.” He told her, his focus barely slipping to maintain the sight he had on the inbound bot.

She looked up at him. “Why?”

“Because I told you to.” He moved closer to her. “Turn your emotions back on, right now.” That oddly intangible parent mode seemed to engage with ease, regardless of the fact that he was staring at a grown woman.

“Why?” She asked again, her inflection and affect about as flat as the bottom of a frying pan.

The Services, as he understood it, had no idea she was even in this timescape, neither did they have solid evidence that she existed at all. They hadn’t confirmed anything after Jax’s little malfunction tryst. They had nothing yet on the twins, either. It had to stay that way. Her lack of connection or concern, he didn’t anticipate her objecting in the slightest when he seized her by the front of her shirt and immediately put them both into motion. Upward. Straight upward. The buildings disappeared quickly, the clouds pushed out around them. He barely noticed the cold until it was tugging at the air in his lungs. All the while she simply stared at him, arms at her side, no move to fight him or the rapid ascent.

He glanced upward, watched the sky part. They had already pushed through the mesosphere and she was finally fighting to breathe. The apparent struggle to keep herself alive instigated her body to respond, shedding energy the further upward they progressed. It weakened her reserve and let him pull it gradually off of her until the sky darkened further and her eyes finally slipped shut. She collapsed forward and he drew her form against himself.

The Sentinel had never given chase, or had not been able to with the speed he had managed, and he hovered in the silence, drawing everything out of the limp redhead in his arms and dispersing it outward until barely a hum remained within her. Enough to keep her alive in the atmosphere.
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