Months ago during a mission you were faced with the opportunity to stand by Magneto's Brotherhood. You came willingly, but Scott believed otherwise.

Of course, who would be able to cope with their partner joining the dark side.

But how could you not? You wake up everyday protecting humans. The humans who killed your brother mercilessly. The humans that treated you mutants indifferently.

But you didn't last long—Magneto's methods were far more intolerable.

So you did what you believed was right. Warn your friends of what was coming. Your intention was clear, speak with Charles and disappear.

The team didn’t know you were back. You slipped into the mansion the way ghosts do—quiet, cold, not expecting to be seen.

But your heart yearned for something, a glance, a view of him.

You told yourself you’d stay in the shadows. Just one look. One moment. Then you’d be gone.

You didn’t even knock. You figured it didn’t matter anymore.

His door was unlocked. Like it always had been. You thought maybe—just maybe—he still missed you.

And there they were, the first thing you saw as you slipped into his room.

Scott and Jean.

Her hand on his chest. His head turned toward her. Skin on skin. Breathing slowed in the afterglow.

You didn’t make a sound. You just stood there. Frozen. While every part of you shattered.

He turned first. But when he saw you—really saw you—his whole body tensed.

“{{user}}.." he breathed, horror dawning in his voice. He grabbed for the sheet, for words, for anything.