Gwen
Gwen woke up, her eyes glazed over, as though she were in a trance. She looked over at Mordred, then she jumped out from under the covers and on shaking legs, she ran out of the room, and through the hallways of the mansion, her long brown hair flowing out behind her, arms outstretched.
As she reached the entrance of the mansion, she slowed down, walking slowly to the door and opening it, then heading outside, barely noticing the cold. She numbly proceeded to leave the school grounds, and then looked down, and was shocked to see she was holding a knife.
Gwen raised the knife and watched as the squirming in her stomach became more intense, and her skin burned as though on fire.
"STOP IT!" she screamed.
Mordred and Faolan
Mordred woke to Faolan's anguished screams. "Huh, wha?" He shook his head and reached out for Gwen. "GWEN!"
Ohohoh! Quick!
Mordred teleported, stumbling as he misjudged the distance. "GWEN!" He fell onto his knee, then shook his head again, trying to clear it of sleep.
Gwen
Gwen threw the knife away and fell to the ground, clutching at her stomach.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
She looked up to the sky.
"Why me, why me?"
Mordred
"Why anyone?!" Mordred called out to her. "Why my Da? Why Jono? Why Sergei? Why Mouse? Why any of us? Life is hell, Gwen! We just have to make the best of what we're given. Come here, love, please..."
Gwen
"NO! I CAN'T!"
Gwen's lip quivered as she looked at Mordred. She scampered to the knife and picked it up, hands shaking as she raised it slowly, the blade glinting in the mooonlight.
"It hurts, goddammit, it hurts. I don't want to make the best of this. I just want it to stop!"
Mordred
"Gwen, love, no!" Mordred pleaded, inching closer to her. Ready to 'port as soon as the blade started to swing down. "Angel, put the knife down on the ground, please!"
Gwen
Gwen's arm wavered as she started to bring the knife slowly towards her stomach.
"I can't. It doesn't matter."
She turned away from Mordred.
"They never loved me, but I loved them. I was just a child, I needed a family, I needed them, and they dumped me! And they... they experimented on me at that school..."
She looked over at Mordred.
"I love you, but you... you don't love me."
Mordred
"I love you with everything I am," Mordred said as a single tear slipped down his cheek. "There is *nothing* I wouldn't do for you. I've killed for you already, and I haven't done that for even Vortigern, and he's like an extension of myself. Nyx was...Nyx *raped* me, and I couldn't stop her, and I'll regret that to the day I die because now you think I don't love you, and I do, more then I can say..."
Gwen
Gwen whimpered as she dropped the knife and crumbled to the ground.
"It hurts, it hurts so much," she sobbed.
She buried her head in her hands.
"I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to live like this."
Mordred
Mordred moved forward and carefully enfolded her into his arms. "I'm sorry, love..." There was really nothing else he could say... "I'm so sorry..."
Gwen
Gwen collapsed against Mordred, soaking his shoulder with her tears.
"I love you," she whispered as she passed out.
Mordred
"Oh god...Gwen? GWEN!" Mordred shook her lightly, panic sprialling upwards. "GWEN! Wake up, please, wake up! Oh god, oh god..."
Gwen
Gwen's eyes shot open as she writhed out of Mordred's arms. She screamed in pain as light burst from her stomach.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
And then Gwen fell silent, collapsing onto the ground.
And left standing there was a tiny girl, aged about seven.
Mordred
"GWEN!" Mordred shouted in distress. "Gwen, oh god, wake up, PLEASE wake up!" He shook her shoulders, and recieved no answer. "God, Gwen, don't leave me again, please not again!"
Gwen
The little girl shook her head.
"But I'm here, I'm awake."
She smiled.
"Who are you? I'm Gwen."
Mordred
"Oh god..." Mordred's eyes flicked from the woman in his arms and the girl standing near him. "Oh dear god...I'm Mordred. And you can't be Gwen, because *this* is Gwen." But he could see her in the little girl's face...
Gwen
Little Gwen giggled.
"How can I not be myself, silly?"
She looked down at Gwen.
"Hmmm, that's me?"
Mordred
"I would...guess so," Mordred said slowly. "If I hadn't killed those bastards, I would give them to Spike."
He carefully stood, cradling the older Gwen in his arms.
"Well. Let's go inside. Ah, find you a bed, and maybe something to eat?"
And find out what the *hell* is going on here, he added silently to himself.
Gwen
"Yes please, I'd like that."
Little Gwen paused.
"But..." she lowered her voice. "You can't touch me. Because I might hurt you."
Mordred
"Let me clue you in on something..." Mordred leant down a little, and shifted Gwen so he could put a hand on little Gwen's shoulder. "You haven't killed me yet. And I've been shocked quite severely by your older self." He grinned at her, and teleported the three of them. "Welcome to Mutant High. Dr McCoy!"
"I'm coming!" A disgruntled voice came from a small room off the labs.
Gwen
Little Gwen looked confused and scared.
"But that's why I was sent away. Because I'm a freak. That's what they all said anyway."
She looked at her older self.
"What do I do here? The older me, I mean."
Mordred
"Well, you were here for a bit to learn how to control your powers, and you did," Mordred said as he laid Gwen out on a hospital bed. He then crouched next to little Gwen. "You're not a freak. I can teleport, and I'm telepathic. Trust me when I say, your electricity is nothing compared to some of the other students here." He smiled at her.
Gwen
Little Gwen shrugged.
"Mom and Dad said I was a freak... it's why they don't love me."
Mordred
"But you know what? That's because their the ones with a problem. They can't love anybody. Trust me when I say I love your older self very much. She is my everything, and because I love her, I love you as well." Mordred touched the top of her head. "What we need to find for you, is her LISA."
Gwen
"Lisa?"
Little Gwen scrunched her face up in confusion.
"I have gloves somewhere!"
She rifled through her pockets and found her gloves, putting them on.
"Here!"
Mordred
"I can't remember what the initials stand for, but it means you can touch people." Mordred twisted his head as Hank finally came out. "This is Dr McCoy. Something rather...odd has happened."
Gwen
Little Gwen hid behind Mordred.
"Doctor? I don't like doctors. They cut me open."
Mordred
Mordred's face twitched, and Hank gasped.
"Oh my stars and garters! I wouldn't, I...Mordred, talk to her please, while I find out what's happened to Gwen." Hank moved over to the bed, visibly upset at the accusation.
"I swear, there's more people who are going to die for hurting you. Dr McCoy won't do that to you. Promise."
Gwen
"The school hurt me," Little Gwen said quietly.
She continued to stay hidden behind Mordred.
"They had doctors that would cut me open. Because I hurt someone."
Mordred
"This school is different," Mordred said patiently. "Dr McCoy is just a big blue teddybear, aren't you doctor?"
"Hmmph, quite." Hank looked up for a moment, then returned to his task.
Gwen
Little Gwen gave a little smile.
"Promise?"
She looked at her older self.
"Wow... I'm going to be tall."
Mordred
"I promise," Mordred said to her. "And you're beautiful too. Such a beautiful woman, and such a pretty girl now."
Gwen
Little Gwen giggled and blushed.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
She peered at her older self.
"What's wrong with me?"
Mordred
"That's what the doctor's going to find out," Mordred said carefully. "You had quite a nasty shock, and something not so good happened a few days ago. Would you like anything to eat or drink? We can pop up to the kitchens."
Gwen
Little Gwen nodded.
"Yes please... I'm a bit thirsty."
Mordred
"Yeah, ok...you'll look after her, won't you?" Mordred looked at Hank.
"This may take some time. Go and look after the little one," Hank said.
"Ok, mate. Well then, pet, shall we get along?" Mordred held his hand out for her to take.
Gwen
Little Gwen hesitated slightly, then slipped her hand into Mordred's.
"Thank you."
Mordred
"Not a problem, pet." Mordred 'ported them both to the kitchens. "What type of soda do you like? We got Coke, Sprite, Fanta..."
Gwen
"Coke please," Little Gwen said.
She gave Mordred a smile as she hopped up on a stool.
"I like this school more than the other one."
Mordred and Jono
Mordred grabbed two Cokes out of the fridge, handing one to her. "I havta say, it is a bit of the alright. Better then my old one too." He found that he was expecting Logan to appear at the door, or Nyx, to see who was up so late at night. His face looked saddened for a moment. Then Jonothon walked in. "Jono? What are you doing in the kitchens?" He said in bewilderment.
Sergei needs a glass of water so he can take the antibacterial tablets. The telepath said briefly, going to the sink.
"Oh, ok."
Gwen
Little Gwen accepted the coke and opened it. She took a little sip, and placed it on the bench. She yawned.
"What time is it?"
Mordred and Jono
"Late. We should find you a bed." Mordred covered a yawn of his own.
The one across from you is empty. Jonothon offered.
"Thanks, Jono. But there's two beds in my room. Faolan can just bunk down with me tonight."
Gwen
Little Gwen nodded.
She hopped off the stool.
"Sleepy."
Mordred, Faolan and Jono
"See you, Jono."
Night.
Mordred took Gwen's hand again, and teleported them both to his room. Faolan sat up, eyes shining eerily in the dark.
You're back.
"Yep." Mordred indicated what was meant to be Faolan's bed. "You can sleep there. Faolan will sleep with me, as he usually seems to. I can probably find you something more comfortable to sleep in...I know I have some of my sisters things here still..." He rummaged in a bottom drawer.
Gwen
Gwen accepted the clothes given to her and got changed quickly in a corner. She hopped into the bed he indicated and pulled the covers over her.
"Thank you."
She closed her eyes.
"Night."
Mordred
"S'alright, pet. Night." Mordred climbed into bed himself, and quickly fell asleep, cradling his son in his arms. There were just too many things to think about.