"Daddy... He's He's.." Flashes of the last moments before she came to this time flashed in her mind. Him kissing her good-bye, him walking away. "He's, DAAAAAAADDY!" She screamed, the whole mansion shook, all the water pipes burst and balls of water zoomed around, destorying anything in it's path.

"He's gone! Daddy's GONE!" She weeped, clinging onto Charlie with all her might, her heart and soul breaking as she remembered. "Make it stop. Make it go away!" She screamed, the windows shattered, huge holes in the walls. Books flying off the shelves and bursting into pieces as water cut through them like nothing.

Charles wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from her own onslaughts of water and debris. "Shhh" he cooed softly, wincing as the window shattered and glass blew against his back. "It's okay, everything's fine" he closed his eyes and delved into her mind, forcing himself through harsh telepathic barriers and struggling to focus against everything that was going on around them.

A sharp burst of water tore through the wall and came at them, it would have hit ciara if Charles hadn't wrapped himself around her. Instead it slammed into him, knocking them both from the chair and leaving him just about breathless from the impact.

Still, the telepath persisted, purging Ciara's mind both of her memories and of her genetic ability. In the mind time went by so slowly, Charles spent conscious months building the wall, brick by brick, tracking down every last piece that threatened Ciara and throwing it beyond the barrier.

Mere moments passed in the real world before he was done and the last thing he could do was call out a message to the others in the mansion. ~Help~

Xavier's voice rang out through their minds and everyone was awake and racing down to the office in minutes. Scott got there first, panting as he skipped over the broken glass on the floor over to the two to see if they were okay.

Ciara was beyond control. Her head was pounding, like a storm at sea was happening in her mind. She'd lost her father. Her whole world was gone. But thanks to Charlie, The painful memories were slowly placed away, out of sight behind the large wall in her mind. As each memory was put away, the madness in the room calmed little by little.

She whimpered as a few shards of glass managed to get by Charles protection and cut into her face and dug deep into her left leg.

By the time her powers had finally been put away, the two lay among the carnage that was once Charles office. She lay, her eyes partly open. It was like she'd just run a marathon, her mind and body were drained.

She looked over at Charles and slowly reached out and took hold of his hand, unable to do anything else, she just smiled lazily at him.

"Professor?" Scott spoke timidly, but Xavier was exhausted and had passed out almost immediately. The boy inched closer, seeing Charles' eyes closed he began to panic, "Professor?! Wake up! What did you do to him?! PROFESSOR?!" Scott ignored the harsh debris on his bare feet and ran over, shaking Xavier to try and wake him.

"What's going on here?" Hank questioned as he came second to the scene with Eric shortly behind him. The doctor quickly hopped over the desk to check the two.

"My God" Eric breathed, looking around, "Is anyone hurt?"

"Charles is out, just exhaustion though" Hank explained before checking on Ciara.

"It was her!" Scott pointed accusingly at Ciara, "she did this! She hurt him!"

"Scott, he's fine-"

"YOU HURT HIM!" the boy screamed at Ciara, tears steaming from behind his glasses.

"Scott, that's enough" Eric grabbed him, pulling Scott away against his will, "I've got this Hank, take care of them" he nodded to the doctor and took Scott away.

Ciara looked puzzled at Scott. Only tilting her head to the side, not quite understanding why he was so mad at her for. Hurt him? Why would she do such a thing? Charles had let her stay here but... what had just happened?

She looked at Hank as he looked her over, "Hankie?" She choked, her voice creaking as she spoke. "I hurt. Why I hurt, Hankie?" She asked, not sure what was going on.

"It's okay Ciara" Hank assured her, "It was just an accident. Lets get you both over to the infirmary shall we? Can you walk?" he asked as he picked up charles.

"I'll try." She said pulling herself up but only fell forward as her leg gave way and her head weighed her down. "...No. Piggy Back?"

Hank nodded, "Climb on if you can" he crouched for her to get on his back, "Damn good thing for my strength some days."

Ciara climbed up onto his back. Finally getting up on the fourth try. She held on tightly, "Will Charles be ok?" She asked sluggishly.

"He'll be fine" Hank assured, "Hold on tight" he hopped over the glass covered section and out of the room, off to the infirmary.

A few stitches and some bandages later, Ciara lay curled up in the blankets, finally able to fall asleep with the nightmare following her.

((Where to? Eric having fights with Charles?))

It was a few days after Charles had recovered and it had been at least a week before Scott finally knocked on Ciara's door. He has been avoiding her for some time now, leaving the room when she entered, casting her angry glances but never saying a word to her.
For some reason he seemed to blame her for what happened to the professor.

It had gotten so bad that the last time he charged out of a room, she had taken a pillow and threw it at him calling him a big jerk before running off crying.

And even though she didn't quite understand what had happened, she spent a lot of time helping Charles out; Scott's out bursts making her feel like she had done something wrong.

She didn't remember a thing. Not about her powers or anything. She just knew who people were and that this was her home now. She had become a much happier girl; minus the Scotty moments. Running around causing trouble, making big messes when she tried to bake everyone cookies even though she didn't know how.

Ciara looked up from her picnic tea party on her bed, "Who is it?"

There was the sound of an awkward shuffling and hesitation before he responded, "it's me." Scott stated, "May I come in?"

Ciara made a disapproving face at the door and started to clean up her tea party. "I dunno... are you going to yell at me?" She said with a snippy attitude to it.

"hmf" Scott grunted, "well if you're gonna be like that..." he turned and his footsteps began to walk away, although there was a touch of sadness to his voice.

As she heard him walk away, she felt herself get rather anxious and quickly rushed to the door, throwing it open. "Wait!.." She paused, hanging out the doorframe. "You...You can come in." She said shyly, retreating back into her room, leaving the door open.

Scott turned back, adjusting his sunglasses which were honestly a bit too large for his face. He nodded a little and came back to the room, stepping just inside the doorway and standing there a bit awkwardly at first.

Ciara went back to putting the tea set back into the little box with tissue paper. It was an old toy tea set that Charles found in one of the closets.

She set the box on the shelf and sat down on the rug by her bed, her string ray plushie in her hand. She simply patted the carpet beside her.

Walking over Scott gingerly sat down next to her, still quiet for a few minutes as he tried to figure out what to say, "... I'm supposed to say sorry to you"

Ciara waited a moment and since he didn't say anything started playing with her plushie quietly. It was only when he spoke, she put the plushie down in her lap and looked up at him.

"...Cause you were told to?"

Scott nodded and looked away, after a moment he looked back at her, "Do you really not know what you did?" he demanded.

She shook her head, "No... Honest Scotty. I keep trying but I don't remember..." She rubbed the fur on the plushie, "If you're not sorry than you shouldn't say you're sorry... even if someone tells you cause it won't mean anything unless you mean it..." She said, sounding much wiser than her years for a moment before playing with the string ray's tail. Flicking it back and forward in front of her.

Scott watched her a moment, "Would you ever hurt somebody?" he asked plainly

Ciara almost instantly shook her head violently, "NEVER EVER!" She said slamming her palms down on the rug, a serious sad look on her face, "Hurting people is wrong-...Though I did throw a pillow at you...does that count?" She asked sitting back and looking down at her lap.