"Five hundred?" Sabertooth raised a brow, "You can't afford me rabbit" he smirked.

"Then maybe I'll just have to take you out" Logan stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

"..." She pulled out her cellphone, "You want to do this the hard way? Fine. This Rabbit is not in the mood for your crap." She pushed the speed dial, "Papa. It's Ciara. Do me a favor and tell Sabertooth to listen to me, please." She said putting Eric on speaker phone.

"What?" Eric asked in response, "Ciara, what's going on there? Did you find Pietro?"

"Yes. And he's some time to himself so call Sabertooth off cause he's only making matters worst!" She demanded.

"Sabertooth stand down" Eric ordered, "Ciara, May I please speak to Pietro?"

Unfortunately by this time Pietro had run off again.

"...He's run off again... I think he needs some alone time. I don't know how well a phone call would work, Papa. I think if you want to talk to him, you're going to have to come here yourself." She hung up the phone.

"Come on, Wolfie..." She said lightly, heading back toward the jet.

"Alright..." Eric sighed, "bye"

Sabertooth and Wolverine eyed each other awhile longer before each slowly backed away and Logan left with Ciara.

Ciara was very quiet the way back to Genosha. She walked down the cargo bay door and into the hanger, giving Forge a pat on the shoulder to let him know his baby was ok.

She headed for the showers and had a long one before slipping into the first dress that ever showed up in her closet and headed home in silence. As she walked, several people tried to greet her or wave but she blocked everything out. This place. So filled with love and caring but she didn't want any of it at that moment.

She didn't deserve it. How could she help a whole Nation when she couldn't even keep a promise with just one man...

She closed the curtains and flopped on her bed. She even stopped the waterfall in her room and just lay there in silence.

Hours passed by in silence before a soft ticking noise could be heard. It barely registered as sound at first, starting so quietly and growing slowly over time before the steady ticking filled the room completely.

"...A clock?" She mumbled, looking up and around. She didn't have a clock in her room. Well, only a digital one but nothing that should be making that type of noise.

There was no one in the room but for some odd reason there was a silver pocket watch sitting in the middle of the floor, closed and just ticking away quietly.

Ciara raised an eyebrow when she spotted the watch. Ok, that was rather weird. And all together suspicious. At least it wasn't a bomb..

Had someone slipped in while she had her eyes closed? Did Magneto place it there? She didn't know.

She slipped out of bed, wrapping a robe tightly around her frame before approaching the watch. She knelt down and picked it up to open it.

As the watch opened a bright light shone out, temporarily blinding her. When it died down the ticking had stopped and as she looked at the watch it seemed like the second hand wasn't moving at all.

"Hello Ciara McCoy" a voice greeted from behind her. The tone was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine for it came from the fabled white haired man.

((OH SHIT))

Ciara felt her insides twist at the voice. Quickly she arose and backed away from the owner of the voice, standing in a defensive position, still holding onto the watch. "What do you want? Horatio isn't here." She said bluntly. Had time stopped? Was that why the watch had stopped?

The room was utterly silent except for the two of them, but there was still color unlike when Horatio stopped time.
"I'm quite aware my nemesis is not here" the male replied as he steadily stepped towards her, "that is exactly why I am here. You know how to find him. But alas, I believe you and I have not properly been introduced, have we? Or do you know who I am as well as I know you?"

Ciara kept her distance from him. This man was not someone she wanted near her. He was dangerous. Too easily had he killed the those two last time she visited Vic... She was only glad she was able to give him a proper punch in the face.

"No we haven't, but I don't really care."

"Come now" the man continued to advance, "Proper manners must always be practiced between strangers, even if only one of us a stranger to the other. Allow me to introduce myself, for I go by many names, most of which history barely remembers, so let us see how much you paid attention in class, shall we? I am Julien Vetemier-best friend of Maximilien Robespierre, Denar the wise-adviser to Attila the Hun, Herman Goering-second in command in Adolph Hitler, Amir Togeth-trusted friend of Ruhollah Khomeini, Lenard-adopted son of Leopold the II of Belgium, Ivan Gnera-adviser to Vlad Ţepeş. Compared to all these people, who pays attention to some guy in the background, whispering in their ears? Truth be told however, they would all have been nothing without me. So go ahead, pick a name, what nightmare shall I be for you?"

As the man named off the names, Ciara's eyes widened and her breath began to quicken regardless of her mind telling her body to remain calm.

How could... how could someone make ties with all these people. Not a man but a, "Monster." She whispered harshly, her hands in fists as she bumped into the door frame of her room. Holding her ground there as she didn't want to take her eyes off this beast of a man... No he wasn't human. Not for all the things that he had done... He was beyond cruel... He was evil itself.

"Tch, no my dear" he shook his head, a grin still evident on his face, "Surely you can do better than that. Monsters are things that quake at the mention of me." he rested his hand on the door, next to her head and stared her square in the eyes, "I make monsters. Hitler was a lost puppy looking for an art degree before he met me, imagine what I could do with someone who has real power? Like say... princess class mutant?" his icy eyes bore into her with hungry intent for a moment before relaxed and withdrew a step, "cooperate, and I may just return your broken psyche back home instead."

She felt her body screaming as he looked at her with those eyes... The hunger... The same hunger that filled Sinsiter's eyes when he looked at her. She wished she could just close her eyes and be back in her room... WITH time moving again.

She slowly shook her head, "I will never cooperate with you. Not after knowing what you are... What you've done. What you've help do. I don't know why you're here but I'm not interested. So take your watch and take me home." She threw the watch at him, a determined look on her face.

To aid this man would be to become evil itself. She would not willingly help a man would killed so many people...helped bring about so many wars... So much death.

He raised his hand to catch the watch, though his eyes never stopped staring at Ciara, "How many years?" he asked her simply, "how many years are you willing to give up for him? One? Two? Ten? All of them? How long did it take for you two to find a single moment in time? And you had only a few moments to work through, didn't you? I wonder if he'll ever find you?"

Ciara thought of what he was implying and her fear began to grow. She bit her lip, thinking it over. But she continued to shake her head, taking a deep breath "Clearly you didn't just come here to throw threats of leaving me to rot. You clearly won't leave me because you need me. So go ahead. I will not give aid to you, a lord of terror!" She said, getting up in his face.

So be it. It would be hard but she wouldn't betray Horatio.

The man of many names just smiled back at her, unphased by her rebellion, "As you wish little girl. For I have all the time in the world, it is you who do not. And if you will not help me, then you are better of dead for me." he placed a hand on her shoulder and suddenly Ciara found herself in a very different place. A war was raging and she was in the center of it, surrounded by two armies of very strange nature. Clearly it must have been somewhere in the past for their armor was ancient looking and they fought with blades. No one seemed to notice her appear, but now that she was there, Ciara became an immediate target by both sides.

She screamed, as her reflexes took in effect, dodging swords and men. She had to get off this battlefield. Where was she? She couldn't tell, nor did she have time to examine their armour closely.

The battlefield was massive and it was impossible to tell which was was out. Every sword was looking for flesh to dig itself into and anyone not wearing their side's colors was a target.