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Gabe knocked Peter in the shoulder for the comment, then earned a death glare from Tiny Richards that he was sure could cut through him if she had even the slightest hint of a desire to shoot laser beams out of her eyes. He managed to lock his gaze with his wife when she glanced his way, and for the moment, he kept himself in check.

He was certainly not okay with Caitlin pushing herself, and he was certainly not okay with her taking Benji’s hands and insisting that he ‘amplify her powers’. The emotional tug she offered in reply was akin to a slap and he shrugged it off. The very first time she had ever attempted such, he had been caught by surprise. In the moment, all it did was irritate him. He was not okay with her risking their daughter simply to juice her abilities. Even if the squirrel was going to apparently give him a run for his money in the energy department.

Considering the smaller version had him wondering after the older one, the one that had thrown her arms around his neck the first moment that he had ever laid eyes on her. He didn’t need to ask ‘why’ once she had given her identity substance. There had been an immediate link up between them the moment she had made physical contact, a two-way thread that gave him access to the way she felt, even when she tried to hide it away from him. Just like Cait.

When Caitlin stumbled, he managed a step forward as Benji settled her.

A location at least.

Then he did push around Benji who easily released Caitlin and he took her face in his hands. He could feel Emma through Cait as she stepped into the foyer. He canvased Caitlin, and drew the residual excess off of her, let his senses pass over Tiny Gabber, before he turned enough to actually visually acknowledge Emma’s presence.

She addressed Benji, much like Caitlin, she tried to call him to order. The idea was a ridiculous one, honestly, and he could outright empathize with him over any rational thought either of the women sought to instill. The moment he had realized Cait was gone from the theater, he hadn’t even hesitated. The fact that Benji had yet to fly off the handle was a testament, perhaps, to his lingering will to see reason. Will that was likely fading rather quickly.

He sighed, somewhat controlled when Emma mentioned Jenna’s name. He shouldn’t have been surprised. She was so gun-ho or doing something and trying to push them to do more it often made his head spin. And fuckin’ ache like a mother. That girl was going to land herself in a cell or a grave. Superhuman or not.

A portal was torn through the fabric of the theater around them and he pressed a lingering kiss against Caitlin’s temple. “If you’d care to put on the lacy blue number, I’d appreciate it.” He commented before he took several steps sideways, positioning himself between Laura and Valeria to gauge where exactly Benji had created the portal to. Then the other man stepped through. Without warning, he wrapped an arm around either of the girls and the lifted himself off the floor.

“I can fly, you dumbass.”

“It’s kind of flying.” He shot back, and then he gave chase.

The familiar sound of gunfire lit up his senses and he condensed expended energy around them into a shield. How many damned personnel did they send in after one waif of a redheaded girl? Sure, she was coming into some scope of lethal power, but damn, it was still new. His attention swept over a familiar form, and then another that cast out a seriously familiar black substance to absorb the onslaught of bullets. A shudder of energy had him turning his gaze upward in time to watch Benji bolt.

“Okay, girls, how about I drop you here for the moment.” He said as he settled them down onto their feet. “Why don’t the pair of you go and rescue Indiana Jones over there?”

“I’m going to have Laura cut your balls off.” Valeria snapped as she stepped towards the intended targets. Bullets screamed towards them and collided with an invisible force that lifted up around the blonde, a type of energy he couldn’t seem to fully draw on, but it tingled in his presence. Then he pushed himself higher into he air and gave chase. The other man was easy to follow, and it was the emotional turmoil he locked onto, it was the trail of energy left in his wake.

Catching up and keeping pace was simple enough, following the other man’s visual readings put him on track with the vehicle that apparently was hot target number one. The moment it vanished, he sensed Benji before the moment he exploded. Energy surged and expanded outward, anything standing proved a target. He focused first on the extra, drawing it in, glancing at the nearby buildings that shuddered. It rippled outward, like a pebble tossed into still water, creating waves that expanded even as he tried to draw it all in.

And then there was suddenly another funnel.

He searched their surroundings, even beneath the pressure of trying to stabilize the rough energy Benji practically bled out, he managed to home in on a figure some hundred yards ahead of them. And she glowed.
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The car stopped just shy of the larger vehicles, the sound of automatic artillery had reached her ears several blocks prior. Apparently an individual present at the scene that was left behind was of potential interest to her. She smirked as she reached for the door handle. That was usually some awful code for, ‘please come and help us so we don’t all die’. Humans and their guns. They thought they would solve everything, that an individual could take control of the world with a well-placed bullet. Perhaps.

She pushed the door open and stepped out, one black heel against the asphalt, then the other. The rear passenger door opened and a larger man stepped out behind her. The driver gave her little more than a three worded affirmation that he would be waiting for her, before he slowly backed away from the scene she location she had instructed him to take her to.

Morales fell in step behind her as she pushed her way into ‘trenches’.

The first person she locked onto was familiar. Brock. She stepped around one shooter and his weapon ceased until she was out of his line of sight. Each and every individual whose path she crossed followed suit.

She folded her hands loosely behind her and tried to make out the woman that Edward Brock was pulling upward form the ground. One of Lang’s little pets. Untriggered mutant forced into mutation with a jumpstart of serum tapped form a corpse. It even made her teeth itch. He had thought himself so clever, so guarded in his supposed secrecy.

Her fingertip trailed across his shoulder and he snapped to attention almost immediately, his arm lifted and he twisted it around her own until he had her wrist in his grip. “Hi, Eddie.” She hummed, offering an empty smile. “Are you sure you want your hand where it’s at?” She asked, glancing to the point where his skin met hers.

He immediately retracted and put himself directly between her and the girl.

“I don’t really care about her.” She informed him. “The little escape artist that she is.” Her gaze flicked over his shoulder towards the other woman. “What use would I have for another super soldier?”

“If they let you out of your box, they must mean business.” He replied, his features trying to shift to the other persona that lived buried within him.

She smiled again. “I was led to believe there was a person that might tickle my fancy present here.” She tilted her head slightly, to look him over. It would be a flat out lie if she said he didn’t tickle something of hers.

A screech and then the sound of a person choking on their own blood had her frowning.

“Definitely interesting.” Eddie commented.

She turned enough, just in time, to lift her hand up before her. A reflex to becoming aware of someone behind her. Metal ripped through her hand, lighting up her nerve receptors. She exhaled and then locked eyes with a pair of leafy green irises that stared back, pinched brows, and intensity and an emptiness that she could almost feel in her own bones. The woman pushed further forward and Kayla responded in kind, pushing her own injured palm forward until it connected with skin.

“Step. Back.” She pushed the order through her teeth and the woman’s hand.

“No.” The girl growled out in reply.

Kayla yanked her hand downward, let the skin and muscle tissue rip all the worse, all the further until she could draw her hand free of the knives the other woman seemed to possess. Then she shook herself. She flexed her bleeding hand and already noted the familiar stinging sensation of it trying to put itself back together, realigning bone fragments, stitching tendon and skin back together.

A glance at the weaponry brought her up short when the girl turned her wrist slightly and it became exceedingly clear that she didn’t hold anything. The sharp blades she had assumed were managed by nimble fingers protruded from between knuckles. Memories buried struggled to surface. She lifted her chin slightly and swallowed them right back down. A girl stood before her, nothing more.

Pretty sure you’ll want to have a look. James had insisted as he had walked her to the waiting car. Might spur a few new endeavors for you.
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There was a humming somewhere along one of her senses.

Or maybe it was all of them.

Something warm and familiar tugged desperately against the strings about her heart. It leapt in reply, trying to skate back along the connection, reaching out.

Even in the dark, she tried to shift herself towards it.

There was motion, something metallic groaned around her. Something altering, and it drew a cold sweat across her chest, and churned a brief bout of nausea in her gut.

A pulse throbbed against her skin, sparked across her vision, dotting the dark space around her in tiny little lights. They brightened for a moment and she struggled to lift her head again.

She swallowed back the agitation in her stomach.

The metal about her wrists scraped against the metal grating beneath her as she tried to scoot herself further back. A glimmer of something between the narrow slit of the joined doors behind her.

A sudden sense of weightlessness had prodded at the nauseous spell once more and created an ache in at the back of her head. Her equilibrium tipped on its side and she bit at her lower lip.

If she could shake the suppressant, purge it from her veins. She could feel her body trying to fight it.

Another ripple from somewhere else.

“Benji.” She tried to shape his name in her mouth.

You only have to say my name, out loud or in your mind, and I’ll come for you.

But she remained alone, and the darkness clouded back in around her.
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Jay felt a surge in his body, something was trying to pull him back to consciousness… no not something, someone. Emotions pushed at him, a soft groan not far from him reached his ears and he managed to push open an eye. “Gabby?” His voice sounded like he had just woken up, which he had and his mind wasn’t fully functioning.

The tingling at the back of his head became louder, the hum intensifying as he finally realised that something was up and he sat up in bed instantly. The things that he was feeling, they weren’t per say coming from her… no, she was picking them up from someone else. And they were loud. So loud that Jay picked them up through her. It said something about the bond he had forged with her that he could pick up on other people’s emotions.

He watched her get semi dressed, and when he realised that she was planning on leaving to go find the source he was out of bed in an instant, but she didn’t leave him much time. All he managed was to slip on a pair of jeans when she flew away. Cursing he ran bare footed after her and closed the buttons of his fly on the go as he pushed off into the sky and followed her.

Jay silently flew behind her, easily caught up with her and followed her lead as to where they were supposed to go.

A big booming sound reverberated through the air, the glass in the buildings shuddering hard and Jay knew they were flying directly towards its cause. He didn’t like being out in the open like this, not when SentS could decide that they needed to investigate.

He wanted Gabby as far away from them as possible.

They halted mid-air, a man hovering not far from them and another one coming to a halt behind him.

Benji. It was Benji causing the vibrations, and Jay knew that if they didn’t stop him he would destroy half of New York. Gabby had been drawn to him, that was clear to him, and the emotions that she had been picking up were coming from the man currently expanding too much energy. It wasn’t a surprise to see her father either.

Benji was thundering, looking very dangerous and each time he roared Kira’s name, a wave of energy rolled out of him and the buildings shook around him. It was accompanied with pain, and rage. So much rage.

“I’ll distract him, you and your dad siphon him dry.” He murmured to Gabby when he flew past her towards Benji who was ready to roll out another wave of energy.

“Hey man…” Jay started, but Benji didn’t let him finish. His hand found it’s way around Jays neck and the man he knew as Benji wasn’t looking back at him. Eyes filled with pure energy were looking back at him and a coldness spread through Jay. Monster. Was the first thing he thought.

“You call me a monster?” Benji breathed out, tipping his head slightly.
“Dude, you should see yourself in the mirror.” Jay told him rather dryly. The hand on his neck squeezed but he didn’t stop Benji. “Maybe you should reconsider being an asshole about destroying New York.”
“They have her.” Benji’s voice sounded cold, devoid of all emotions. Which Jay knew not to be true. Gabby was getting enough feedback from Benji, telling him how much this man was feeling.
“Yeah, dude, but do you think destroying the city will get her back?”
“They have her, they need to pay. They don’t care about us, so why should I care about them?” Benji snarled now, emotion creeping back into his voice.
“You don’t mean that.”
“What if I do?”
“I get it man, you love her so damn much that you would destroy the world to get to her.” Jay understood that better than anything. “But killing innocent people, children…”

That made Benji falter, blinking as he looked at Jay for a moment. Like something clicked in his mind and he was trying to shake it free. His gaze finally locked onto Jay, his eyes clear for the moment, back to their blues, and there was undiluted fear written in them.

“I… I think she’s carrying our child.” Benji whispered and then those clear eyes vanished and the god like being was back. The man roared loudly and Jay knew that time was up and he got ready for the largest energy impact that would start the destruction of New York City.
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The moment Kayla’s attention was taken over by Laura Kinney, Eddie seized it as an opportunity. He bent back over and hoisted Jenna back up to her feet. There was nothing calm and collected about it, it was meant to be a hurried thing. He had no intention of sticking around with the likes of Silver Fox and the fingers she liked to put all over people. And he did not like the idea of her getting said fingers on Jenna either, regardless of her claim that she didn’t need another super soldier. That could mean a lot of things coming from her; it could be complete honesty, another juiced up superhuman, or she could very well be bluffing.

But Kayla had insisted she was there for something or someone interesting.

The world went hazy about them, he noticed it first out of the corner of his eye. If he turned enough to look behind him, he would either find Valeria near enough to have lifted a shield around them, or he would have to attempt to pick her otherwise invisible motions out of the crowd. The fact that bullets seemed to be bouncing off of something solid, some being redirected, was enough of an indicator that she at least had her head on.

Blood on Jenna’s chin, a line of it down the side of her neck, and bruising starting to purple her skin had him quickly assessing for darts somewhere on her person. Then he shook himself. Location was unimportant at the moment, rather the fact that she wasn’t healing had to take priority. So not matter how much she disliked the idea of being removed for a scene, she was going.

He wondered after Sue, and then the reasoning she even bothered to call. One vehicle on scene had taken off, with a handful of others in tow. They had left a few black vans and the dozen or so mercs in black that were all too happy to pull their triggers. If Sue had called him, though, she knew something about the situation. Great.

A bullet tore through his shoulder and he groaned, a squeaked out ‘sorry’ offered form somewhere nearby.

Chocolate would be nice.

He could feel him move beneath his skin, going directly for the bullet hole and putting everything back into proper alignment and place. Then he wrapped an arm around Jenna’s waist and tugged her flush against his side.

“Tell the fight goodbye.” He told her before he jumped, and put them fifty feet away from the scene. Gunfire followed after him until it was quickly rerouted once more. He offered the girls half a glance before he put the entire scene behind them.

Could have eaten at least one of the bad guys.
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There were only a few people in the world that she had ever felt a similar level of energy pour off of, and two were hovering just before her. Her uncle was a powerful individual that could put most people in their place, but Ben had surpassed him before ever entering double digit age. Not that she had ever made any attempt to end up on the bad side of Alex Summers. She wasn’t stupid. Her generation may have had access to power sooner, but he had been at it a lot longer than she ever had.

She was aware of Jay long before he spoke, even amongst the focal point of the man before her that drew on almost the entirety of her attention. When he moved closer, she was suddenly abuzz with a fresh wave of fear and anxiety and it had nothing to do with Benji. She stabilized her father’s absorption, noted him attempting to draw in everything being pushed out around them to keep their immediate surrounding intact.

If she were being honest, her fear wasn’t necessarily centered around Jay’s well-being, she was sure she could draw on the man between them all enough to diffuse him. The fear was that Benji was even in the state that he was. She had never seen him that way in the entirety of her life. Or she had never been allowed to see him as such. There was a cloud that was trying to push at his emotions, trying to douse them right out. Emotions could prove both fuel and hinderance in a highly charged situation. This had started as an emotional ride, and now he wanted to put them away. It was easier to do things you might otherwise regret if you didn’t feel when you committed them.

Jay drew his focus and electricity snapped about her hands, crackled along her knuckles in anticipation when Benji wrapped his own hand about Jay’s throat. There was a push back that kept her where she was as he tried to talk Benji down.

She looked to Gabriel, and he seemed to take notice, shifting his gaze towards her. There was a seriousness on his face she was barely familiar with. He was still drawing away the wild energy about them which offered her the in to focus directly on Benji.

The moment Benji tripped over his thought about Kira, she felt the blood fall out of her face. “Oh shit.”

The brief bout of clarity was pushed aside and the man several feet out before her shifted once more, struggling to let himself become an unfeeling hub of energy. But it was anguish that ran a path up his throat and exploded outward.

She aligned the kinetic energy he expelled into a spherical shield about them. Once she was content enough that it would buff some of the outward damage, she homed in directly on Benji. She knew he did not want to hurt innocent people. Her body reacted the moment that she allowed it to and every channel opened up wide, drawing greedily on every bit of excess that was cast outward. It vibrated through every cell in her body, sparking like wildfire on a hungry rampage across dried out grasslands. It teemed with her own generation, sped everything up and she was very aware of plasma falling away from her fingertips. It danced across her skin, creating sparks of free energy that her body sought to reabsorb and then cast outward.

Her emotions and her control over them tipped sideways.

Please, Benji.

The idea to turn off her own emotions in an attempt to curb him was daunting, but the benefit it offered in allowing her to function without them inhibiting her sat on the horizon, waiting.
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There was an odd sense of quiet as she stepped in through one of the side doors, security measures having scanned her before allowing her entrance. She thought it was almost laughable considering some people who called the theater home for the time being were capable of coming and going without having to use doors or windows. Elise shook her head slightly as she stepped into what had become a mud room. She toed her boots off and left them by the door.

Her curiosity ushered to the forefront when no voices reached her ears, no tiny Summers children to greet her and ask what she had returned with. She had even made sure to pick something specifically for each of them, even the littlest one that didn’t seem intent on ever removing himself from Scott or Emma. It was difficult to figure what he might have wanted, but Lexie seemed more than willing to supply offers.

She frowned as she stepped into one of the halls, and still found no one.

Then Sam stepped out of a room and into a different hall. Amara exited from the same room and turned towards her. “Kira’s missing.” The younger woman offered as a summarized explanation.

That brought her up short, had her mind running through a hundred scenarios of what was [i]going to happen. “Where are Vision and Jaxon?”

“Lab, I think.”

She put herself into motion.

The hall fed her out into the main foyer where she noted Caitlin and Emma briefly, before she took the flight of stair down to the lower level and immediately made a beeline for the lab, her bags still slung over her shoulder.

The door slid open, detecting her approach, and she cleared the threshold without missing a beat. There were more people than Jaxon were present, Vision beside him. She hadn’t even been gone that long, an hour tops and the room had been empty before she had left. Jon was at the nearby terminal, Alex was standing in front of Jaxon.

Jaxon was seated, and tethers had him linked into the computer system already. She bypassed Alex completely, not caring if she bumped into him. Her hand went immediately to the side of Jaxon’s face, slipped it beneath his chin so she could turn his head enough to look him over. She narrowed her eyes when the muscles in his neck tensed and he winced in response to some sort of snap.

“Someone talk.” She said as she glanced over at one of the screens that was only half turned in her direction. “Why are the two of you here, and she’s not?”
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A sense of hopelessness lanced through her, hitting Jenna with unexpected force. Was it the fact that she could be so easily rendered powerless? Or that she was suddenly glancing at a woman across Eddie’s shoulder. A woman that could rather easily snatch her up and make sure that Jenna would once more end up in damned cell. Everything shifted in this moment, and Jenna wondered why the hell she even bothered. All of this was a cosmic joke, at best.

A glutton for trouble, alright. Bending over backwards to make any kind of difference, but none of what she did bore any lasting effect. Windmills. She was fighting windmills.

The sense of dread suddenly lodged in her stomach did not help. Jenna tried to place it. Was it born out of the presence of the woman addressing Eddie? Born out of the fact that Kira was gone, that part of the theatre group were – somewhat literally – setting the sky above New York on fire? Or simply because she finally had to accept that she was way out of her depths?

Somewhere, in the remote corners of her mind, she remembered that her ‘gut feeling’ had always been diffuse. By no means as concrete and precise as the mutant-gene powered blueprint version. It was time to accept that she was useless in this moment. She could do nothing. She could not get to Kira, could do nothing to help beat back the forces on the ground, or dial back the powerful and incredibly dangerous display of mutant force in the sky.

All she could do was hide. Behind Eddie. And hope that she could once more stick to his side.

What brought her out of her train of thoughts was Eddie’s sudden move. Jenna simply reacted, allowing herself to fall into what she had always called troop-mode. Sometimes one had to stop thinking and simply act. Sometimes others got to be the heroes.

Jenna was aware of the shift in what her gut feeling was picking up. The sense of dread ebbed off ever so slightly. Then she saw the bullets bouncing off of an invisible barrier. Had someone wrapped a forcefield around them? Was that why certain things appeared to be filtered?

Turning her head, Jenna came to look directly into Eddie’s eyes. Eyes that were scanning her, assessing, canvassing – for damage. Jenna sighed. For once she missed her superhuman healing. Jenna touched her fingers to her chin. She winced, pulling them back and her gaze dropped down to where crimson covered her skin. She rolled her eyes. “Shit”, was all she had in light of it.

But the sound of the word was drowned by Eddie’s groan and the bullet sailing past to the left of her head. “Eddie!” she exclaimed in surprise, her hands flying up to his shoulder instantly. But of course, there was no blood. Haziness slowed her perception. Jenna just blinked as she stared at her hands, at her fingers through which blood should be seeping. Instead, she could feel in a displaced, unearthly way that the skin was repairing itself there under her touch.

She barely registered Eddie’s arm around her waist. And yet, that whisper of a sigh escaped her lips as the length of her body pressed against his.

His words had her look up. She shut her mouth, lips momentarily pressed into a thin line. Jenna closed her eyes, and let her head tip forward. Forehead against the spot just below his collarbone. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt and she tensed every single muscle in her body when her mind registered the trajectory. They were going up, and they were going fast.

Jenna held her breath. In a way she was relieved – relieved to the leave the sight of an incident she felt partially responsible for now. In a way, she was mortified. She should stick around. Help.

But how?! She would be a liability at best. The dart had hit her, leaving enough of the substance to knock her down on her ass – virtually and literally. Hanging around could as well mean that she would leave the site either in handcuffs or a body bag.

The impact of landing knocked the air half out of her lungs, and Jenna found herself coughing. Her knees gave out from underneath her. She blinked, trying to make out their immediate surroundings but her mind just would not compute. Out of the corner of her eyes she could still see the bright patch in the sky.

Jenna wasn’t just what felt worse. Her body aching in too many places at once or the fact that she was fleeing a hot zone.

“That just went straight to hell”, Jenna brought out, trying to come to terms with the sense of guilt she felt, paired with the knowledge that she was unable to do anything. “They got her … they got Kira”, she murmured. “And I … if I hadn’t … maybe … maybe I could have prevented it.” Oh why had she not told Benji? Or anyone for that matter?!
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In the moment Elise entered the lab, Jaxon wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or feel even worse. Her face bore concern. The tension of the situation seemed to deepen the lines on her face. Jaxon wondered when she would come to the conclusion that maybe he lay at the center of the problem. Maybe Jaxon was the problem. He couldn’t help believe that a number of individuals at the theatre were certainly beginning to think exactly that.

“They’re lighting up the sky”, Jon announced without judgment – but certain with a good measure of concern. He pulled up a live feed from one of the traffic cams in the area onto his screen. It showed a bright source of light at the very edge of it. Jaxon swallowed inadvertently at the sight of it. Benji, he thought, and his heart sank.

Elise’s touch was probing in a way. She took stock. Jaxon let her do as she wished, allowing his gaze to roam upward and meet her eyes.

Before Jaxon could speak, Vision’s voice piped up. “It appears Jaxon was hit with a form of an EMP, resulting in a number of fatal runtime errors. Kira insisted he come back here to be checked up. After his departure, the clinic was raided. I arrived there after she was already gone.”

“I messed up again.” Jaxon just added. He closed his eyes, then hissed when another jolt went through him originating from his arm. “Jon, what is this?” he asked, not without annoyance in his voice. Then he exhaled, trying to push the impatience from him. He had no right to take his guilt out on the others. If anyone was at fault here, it was him.
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He was taken aback, he wouldn’t deny that single truth. The dainty redhead suspended some thirty feet away from him was meeting him point for point in balancing out the waves of energy being cast and pushed outward about them. He had assumed she was capable of standing on her own, but he hadn’t been prepared for the complete vacuum that he felt in regard to her. He often wondered if he could absorb the likes of the entirety of the sun, but it was mostly a conscious effort. Sure, his body was in a constant state of cycling the energy about him, but even he was having to make himself draw it out of the man before him. When he looked at the woman that looked far too much like his wife, it was as if she flipped some sort of switch, pulled the plug on a tub, and became a seemingly negative space waiting to be overrun.

He was aware of the field that she cast outward, spherical in shape, some hundred feet or so in diameter in an attempt to offer the cityscape about them some relief. And then he echoed the manifestation, spreading another layer of durability behind the shell she managed to create.

Another thick wave of energy hummed outward, buffering against the forcefield, the nearest buildings still trembled, and he could feel concern flare brightly on Gabby’s end.

The younger Guthrie, which he noted was not wearing half the appropriate clothing moved himself closer to Benji, attempted to make some sort of verbal contact, only to be cut off. Almost quite literally. Gabby shifted slightly and he didn’t want to see it. He hadn’t even had her for that long and already someone else was threatening to eclipse the time and opportunity her being in ‘the past’ could offer. He didn’t want to say that she was his, but she technically was. He had had a hand in her creation. And then Joshua Guthrie.

That was jealousy, plain and simple. He knew that.

He couldn’t afford to let himself feel that in the moment.

Not when Jay fought for his voice and attempted to sway Benji’s direction. It managed, for a moment, drew Benji back to the forefront of the roiling energy. Benji’s single voiced thought, though hit him about as hard as it had felt to have Cait completely removed form him or his reach.

Sentinel Services rose up in response to human fear of mutants, they operated on the notion that their actions were taken to keep people safe, that mutants posed a threat to the ‘normal’ populace. Yet their methods bordered madness, operated at their most basic on the same cruelty that humanity fear mutantkind could potentially wrought. Their campaign had become so sound to human ears that what he was, what the people in front of him were, was less than human. Even when it had been proven time and time again that what they were, was the next step. Evolution. Taking humanity forward. And the Services sought to fight back with hollowed out versions of themselves. Apparently even by seeking to take control of children they produced.

The line between himself and Gabby, the one that had snapped into place near immediately quivered, a sensation that he had only felt once before. But there was no one around them to mimic the reasoning. And then it was cold, empty. The tether was there, but there was no bounce back from her end. It felt the way the line between him at Cait had felt when she’d been injected with suppressant. Except Gabby remained where she was, the glow about her brighter, and the absorption on her end intensified.

“Gabriella.” He growled out her name, and she barely looked at him.
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