"Children," Charles announced, "We are going to go find Warren Worthington III!"

"Fuck yeah!" Peter cried, punching the air.

"Finally!" Kurt cheered, bamfing around the room, hugging every person, even a semi-reluctant Erik.

"When're we leaving?" Jubilee asked after doing three cartwheels.

"Tonight," Charles said. "Hank will be flying us on the stealth jet that he has been building on the grounds of the mansion."

Ruth snorted. "A separate location to build his war plane? Sounds pretty convenient."

Hank shrugged. "That's what happens when the school nearly blows up. Thankfully, Peter got everyone out okay."

"Yup!" Alex chirped, "So start packing a luggage or something we might be there a few days."

The group dispersed. Kurt and Jubilee immediately started to discuss what they were to pack and what to wear.

"We gotta look presentable, but not snobby," she announced, blocking everyone's path.

"So sayeth the girl in the clashing yellow jacket and pink hoop earrings," Ruth said, "I mean that in the best possible way, I love you."

Jubilee cooed. "I love you too. Scott, I can feel you glaring behind your sunglasses, you need to calm down. So. I am going to go pack, Kurt, I am going to go help you. Ro, I am sitting next to you on the plane. Peter, I know you just finished packing so come and help me out, Jeanie, if you're finished help me too."

Ruth grinned, remembering how Jubilee took charge during their little escapade at the mall. "And Scott and I will make ourselves scarce?"

Jubilee nodded. "Yup! But if I find you two mashing and your things aren't packed, I am going to be very disappointed."

Peter frowned. "What's mashing."

Ruth smiled and tugged on Scott's hand, pulling him towards her room. "It's a Californian thing."

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Ruth stared at her suitcase, not sure what to pack. She groaned, tugging at her hair. "This is so hard! And I don't even have that many clothes!"

Scott smiled, dropping the Culture Club record onto the record player. After their little moment in the kitchen, and later in her room, Scott had insisted that they listen to the vinyl since she hasn't been able to before.

It resulted in an impromptu dance party.

So that became their little thing. Dance parties in Ruth's room. The day before it had been Dazzler's album.

"Loosen up," he said, smiling as the music started.

"So sayeth our resident stick in the mud," she said, crossing her arms. She bit back her smile as she watched him start to dance, mouthing along to the lyrics. "I'm not dancing with you, Scott."

He made his way towards her, holding out his hands. "Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not." She turned away from him so her hands were out of reach.

"Yeah, you are!" He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, grabbing her hands.

He spun her around, grinning as she laughed, her voice ringing through the room.

"We gotta pack!" she laughed, letting him twirl her around.

"Just finish the song," he begged, letting go of her hands.

She rolled her eyes, grinning, and gave in. She jumped around the room, waving her arms, laughing as she bumped into Scott.

"Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream," Scott crooned, shimmying in a circle, "Red, gold, and green. Red, gold, and green."

She laughed, rolling her eyes as he finished the next verse. He kept bumping into her until she finally gave in and sang, "Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon. You come and go. You come and go."

The two shouted along to the bridge, pointing and bumping into each other, Ruth nearly falling over from laughing.

"I'm a man without conviction," Scott sang, falling to his knees dramatically, "I'm a man who doesn't know! How to sell a contradiction. You come and go. You come and go!"

He jumped to his feet and grabbed her hand, pulling her into a random and improvised dance that was horrible in every aspect; it didn't bother them one bit.

Neither of them were any good at dancing—in fact, both were pretty horrid—but at that moment, neither of them really cared.

All Scott cared about was making his girlfriend laugh and all Ruth cared about was having fun with her boyfriend.

The song started to fade and the two began to settle. Ruth tried to pull away, but Scott held onto her, pulling her into a slower dance, more upbeat swaying than anything.

"I hate dancing," he groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. He was a good head taller, so he had to bend down.

"Then why'd you do it?" she asked, burying her hands in his hair. They had the same conversation the last two dances.

He smiled against the fabric of her shirt. "Because it makes you laugh."

She sighed and pulled away, walking towards her closet. "Thanks, Scott."

He jumped onto her bed, a goofy smile on his face. "My pleasure."

She smiled and carried her clothes to her suitcase, placing them inside as neatly as she could.

She walked to her bed, crawling towards Scott and kissing his nose, making it crinkle in annoyance.

She settled next to him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. She loved her spot next to him, it made her feel...nice.

"How much do you wanna bet someone recorded all of that."

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The group convened together later on, staying in the same room they had when they had discussed their codenames.

Ruth and Scott fell onto the couch, Scott wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Ruth rested her head against his shoulder, yawning.

Peter picked up some chips from the bowl on the coffee table and started throwing it at them. "Stop. Being. Cute. I. Am. Going. To. Be. Sick! Jeanie, help me." The bowl started floating and Peter shrieked, "I meant make them stop, don't bring the food into this!"

Jubilee threw a chip at him. "You're just jealous that they're adorable and you're old and alone."

Ororo put a hand on Jubilee's shoulder. "Settle down, we have to be calm for the plane ride."

Jean laughed. "Tell that to Kurt. He's been jittery the whole day."

Everyone turned to see that, yes, Kurt was jittery, his leg bouncing as he sat on the armchair, his fingers tapped the armrest.

"I cannot help it," he said, almost apologetically, "I just want him to be okay. I want to help."

Ruth sighed. "You're so precious." She looked at Jean and tried to think loudly. "What if Warren isn't okay? What if he's mean to Kurt? What if he doesn't want to come with us?"

Jean replied instantly. "We can only hope. That's what he's doing. He's had those thoughts for weeks."

Scott looked around. "Hey, where did Pete go?"

Everyone looked around, frowning. Their fast friend seemed to have vanished without a word.

"It must've been important if he left without saying goodbye," Scott said, glancing behind the couch. He had refrained from saying 'so quickly' considering his mutation.

"He's with Erik," Jean said, "They're just in the other room, his thoughts are so loud."

The group all looked at each other.

Within seconds they were pressed up against the wall, using the glasses Kurt had bamfed to get to listen in on the conversation. It took a few seconds of shushing to get the room to be fully silent, but within two minutes they were listening in.

"Peter, I can't understand what you're saying, try to speak slower." Erik didn't sound guarded, he sounded more placating, if not a little patronizing.

"Don't patronize me," Peter snapped; he noticed it too. He had never snapped before and the sound seemed foreign on someone like Peter.

"Alright." Erik's tone changed, he sounded more impressed, like he was speaking towards an equal rather than a child or a student. "What do you want to tell me?"

Peter sighed. "What was your daughter like?"

The group could feel the tension through the walls, it was suffocating.

After nearly half a minute, Erik cleared his throat. "Why do you want to know?"

Peter stuttered. "I-I-I dunno, man, like, did you like her? How-how do you deal with a kid, d-did you do it well? I'm not trying to be rude, man, I just wanna know."

Erik cleared his throat again and he sounded more amused. "Peter...what did you do?"

Peter sounded appalled. "What? No! No, bro, I'm not—No! No, that's not it at all!"

"Then why are you asking me how I treated my daughter?" Erik was growing annoyed and suspicious.

"Because I'm your son, okay!" Peter blurted out.

"Oh shit," Ruth hissed, wincing when five other people shushed her at once.

"What?" Erik whispered, shocked and confused.

"My mom's Zehra Maximoff. Ring a bell?" Peter sounded bitter, his tone demeaning.

"Oh God..." Erik whispered, nearly too quiet for the group to hear. "You're serious?"

"Yeah," Peter said simply, "Yeah, you left me and my mom all alone for twenty-seven years while you went off killing people and making another family apparently, throwing a temper tantrum over your kid when you left one without a dad!"

"Do not talk about my daughter!" Erik roared, cutting off Peter. It didn't take a genius to know that Peter had backed away from him, Erik's change of tone confirmed that. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have screamed."

"You shouldn't left me!" Peter shouted, "My mom had to put up with me, alone, for twenty-seven years! That's twenty-seven years she's not getting back! That's twenty-seven years I've been a little shit and ruining her life!

I thought you were dead or some fucking deadbeat! But no, you were out on TV and killing people and then you go and get yourself another girl and kid, but you like these ones and you keep them!I got you out of the Pentagon and I stopped a bullet for you, but you didn't even know my name!"

Peter was crying. His sons were ragged and heavy and they were more loud screams if anything.

There was a thump on the wall making the group jump. They heard Peter slide to the floor, hearing the quiet sounds of him rocking back and forth.

There were the quiet footsteps of Erik who sat down next to the boy—his son.

"You kept them," Peter whimpered.

Everyone's heart broke.

Especially Erik's. The man sighed. "I am sorry, Peter. I had no idea." The group figured he was hugging Peter by that point as they was a short pause and an irregular sob. "I am so sorry."

There was silence. No one spoke and there was only the sound of Peter's crying and the occasional whisper from Erik, a comforting word to make up for the one he missed years before.

There was the sound of knocking from the other room and from the room the group was in.

The door opened to reveal Hank who stared at the group, his eyebrow raised. "I'm not even going to ask. We're going now."

They all jumped to their feet, trying to come up with a good reason as to why they were pressed up against a wall, glasses by their ears.

Hank held up a hand. "Don't. Want. To know. Let's go." He turned to head down the hallway, but stopped in his tracks. "Peter, are you alright?"

The group rushed to the doorway, peeking over to see a sniffling Peter clinging onto Erik—his father.

Erik squeezed Peter's shoulder, looking down at him, silently asking the same question.

Peter sniffed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Now, let's get goin'! Don't wanna be late!"

a/n ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED JULY 16, 2016 BUT UPDATED TO CHANGE THE GIF UP TOP

I apologize for the lack of anything in this chapter this is kind of a filler mostly. The next chapter will be too and then the one after they will be more...important

Peter revealed his true identity to Erik! Yay! I named his mom the actress' name because I couldn't find any canon name

I have been wanting to make a Karma Chameleon reference in this book since the minute I came up with it. Seriously. The dance thing was so cringy I'm sorry

That's all I have to say so...I hope you enjoyed!