Alex and Scott had been called to Charles' office around mid-afternoon, which confused both of them, they weren't sure why they had been called. Or for what. When the two brothers arrived at the office Charles was already seated behind his desk waiting for them. Charles offered them both a seat as soon as Alex closed the door.

     "Everything okay, Professor?" Scott glanced over at his older brother before looking back to Charles.

     "Yes, thank you for asking. I know you're wondering why I called you here." He tapped his fingers to the side of his head. "I need you to go and recruit a mutant for me."

     "Any reason why you picked us in particular?" Alex locked his fingers together as he rested his elbows on the side of the chair, watching Charles with a raised eyebrow. Charles leaned on his left elbow and released a quiet chuckle.

     "It will all become clear to you when the time comes."

     Alex tilted his head and looked to Scott, who was already looking back, he shrugged and pulled a face as Scott scratched the back of his neck. Alex turned his head back to Charles and opened his mouth to question him once more, but Charles was quick to add.

     "I was using Hank's newest version of Cerebro," Charles said while sending a smile to Alex who tried to hide his grin. "And I found more mutants. It's quite amazing actually, but as I was searching I noticed someone I've seen before." Scott's eyebrows furrowed, he would have thought that they would have attended to school if Charles had met them before.

     "So, why aren't they here? You've met them before; couldn't you get them to stay?" Scott half-joked, Alex ended up hitting his arm without taking his eyes from Charles.

     "I haven't met them face to face, only a memory long ago, before first class was even properly assembled."

     "So, you need us to go get them?" Alex asked.

     "I would, but it's harder for me to get around these days," Charles replied.

     "I get it, you're sending the best-looking mutants to persuade them," Scott spoke up with a smirk without thinking.

     "If that would make you say yes, then sure." Charles nodded as the boys got up. Charles handed Alex a piece of paper with the location, address and the route to use.

-

     "What did Charles mean when he said he only saw them in a memory before first class?" Scott asked as they both sat in the car. They had been parked up at the address given for almost twenty minutes, neither of them moving as they watched the building carefully. The building was in the middle of a 'T' road, the boys parked alongside the longer road in front of a small bakery, directly in front of the apartment building.

     "I'm not sure, maybe one of the others knew them. It could have been a memory from Angel, Darwin, Sean, Hank, Raven, or even Erik's. Maybe one of the mutants working for Shaw. Hell, he could have snooped into Moira's mind for all I know."

     "And you?"

     "What about me?"

     "You said everyone else but yourself. How do you know it wasn't your memory?"

     "Scott, don't you think I would have thought about that? If it was one of my memories don't you think you would have had an idea about who it was?"

     "Good point." Scott looked back to the building then down to the piece of paper. "You sure this is the right address?"

     "Why? You think Charles got it wrong?"

     "No, but we've been here for almost half an hour and so far, no one suspicious or even mutant like has walked in or out of that building."

     Alex thought about it for a moment before nodding. Scott was right. The only people to have left were an old married couple walking a small fluffy dog, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a stained shirt, and a man delivering mail. Alex sighed, running his hands through his long blond hair before rubbing his face, he was about to put his seat belt back on when he froze.

     "They might not have even left their room."

     Alex opened the car door quickly, grabbing the piece of paper from Scott, slamming the door shut, heading straight towards the building on the other side of the road. Scott quickly followed, apologising to a few people that Alex had pushed past on his beeline to the front door.

-

     Scott noticed Alex hitting the elevator button multiple times in a hurry before hitting the doors with his hand, instead of using the stairs next to it. Scott groaned and he followed his brother up to the third floor. It was the top floor of the dark browned brick building.

     He remembered the number of the apartment was '304' and made his way through the hallway from the stairs before turning the corner, he saw Alex breathing heavily outside the door, his hand raised to knock, but something was holding him back.

     "Alex," Scott hissed. "What the hell was that?"

     "I just had an idea and went for it, I'm sorry, but I had to make sure I was right."

     "Were you?"

     Alex pointed down towards the bottom of the door, Scott could see a shadow walking passed the door, hearing the hum of a song as the person went around their apartment. Scott looked back to Alex who stared at the door before glancing over to Scott. Scott nodded his head before standing up straighter, raising his own hand to knock. But Alex grabbed hold of his hand.

     "What are you doing?"

     "What if there was a reason as to why Charles didn't know who the mutant was? As to why they were only a memory?"

     Scott was about to answer when they both heard something smash from inside the apartment.

     "Well, we're about to find out," Scott commented as he slammed the door with his shoulder roughly. The old door broke in easily, splintering at the force of Scott's shoulder. They both were quick to walk in and inspect the damage. But froze at the sight of the room.

-

     The apartment was open planned. The kitchen on the right-hand side by the door was almost empty of appliances. The island counter was covered in old takeout boxes, photos, and files. Alex noticed that all of the light bulbs had been taken out and smashed on the floor by the bin. In the top right-hand corner, the door to the small bathroom was open. Scott went to check it out.

     The bathroom looked completely untouched. Only a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste was in a cup on the sink. Nothing was behind the mirror cabinet. There was only one bottle of shampoo by the bath, half empty. Two small towels on a hook. Scott walked back out. In the top left-hand corner of the room, there was a living room.

     Alex was by one of the only pieces of furniture. A small wooden table and chair. The curtains were pulled closed. A camera was on the table along with images of people, mugshot candids of random people walking along the streets, getting into cars, eating and drinking coffee.

     The place looked untouched as if no one even lived there. It was more of a stake-out location for someone spying on people. Alex was looking at one of the newest pictures. Scott looked over his shoulder and saw it was them. The picture was of Scott and Alex sitting in the car talking.

     Scott left uncomfortable, he was about to announce that they should leave when they heard a floorboard creak in the bedroom. Alex put the photo down and went over to the door, it was the only other room in the apartment.

-

     When he opened the door, he saw a single sleeping bag on the floor with a pillow. More takeout boxes, another smashed lightbulb and a wall covered in photos connected with red strings. Alex looked back to Scott and saw Scott staring at the wall opposite the bedroom door. There was a smashed window leading to a fire escape.

     Feeling somewhat confident and ready for anything, Alex got out and heard someone on the roof, he followed the sound, with a reluctant and hesitant Scott following behind him. When they got to the roof they noticed someone around Alex's age with a duffle bag.

     "Who are you? Why do you have so many pictures? Why do you have pictures of us?" Alex questioned.

     He watched as you turned around, he felt as if his heart had stopped beating. He remembered you clearly, the colour of your eyes, your hair, your skin. Somehow all of those memories from when he was a child came back to him. Scott had only been five when you disappeared.

-

     You were barely even a year or so younger than Alex when you had moved next door to them, Scott hadn't even been born. Alex was in the front garden with toy trucks while his dad was washing the car. He watched as the moving truck pulled up to the house next door and the moving men began putting your family's furniture in your new house.

     Your dad helped you out of the car while Alex's and your mum began to talk and greet one another. Both dads began talking leaving you and Alex alone. You had been awkwardly standing in the Summers' front garden while Alex was sat on the grass. He offered you one of the truck silently with you taking it from him, sitting down in front of him.

     He couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched you play with one of his toys, knowing that he wasn't going to be stuck playing alone, or being forced to play with dolls or dress up, but instead just having the both of you playing with his own toys. He knew you were going to be close, even at a young age.

     You would have sleepovers at each other's houses almost every weekend.

     Every holiday was a joint holiday. Christmas time was one of your parent's favourite times because it meant that both you and Alex could match in Christmas outfits when you were both able to walk and talk they'd joke about with mistletoe and would force Alex to give you a kiss. They would laugh when you both pulled away with disgusted looks and wipe your mouths before you both ran off playing.

     Soon enough, Alex—even at a young age—was the boy all the girls in your class would want to hang out with. He would kiss your cheek all the time, never really caring about 'cooties'.

     You both went to the same school together, both of your parents insisting that they take pictures of the both of you before your first day—Alex still has them. One of the pictures includes him pulling on one of your hair with a disgusted looked, another with you pulling at his long, blond baby hair.

     You were both in the same class, him being one of the older boys in the class while you were one of the younger pupils. For some reason, he took it upon himself to look after you, to be protective over you, include you in all of his games, even tells others off if they did something to you that he didn't like. He became extremely protective over you, especially as the years went on.

     One thing he didn't like was knowing that, when Scott was born, he wasn't going to have you all by himself, but instead he was going to have to share you. When Scott learned to crawl, he always crawled to you. When Scott learned to walk, he always walked to you, and when he learned to talk, he always babbled to you. Alex, soon becoming jealous of his baby brother.

     But when Scott was almost five and a half, you went missing.

     Your parents asked Alex's if they had seen you or if Alex had known if you were staying after school for something. But Alex hadn't seen you the entire day. You would usually go over to his house at half seven exactly every morning to walk to school together. But when you didn't knock on the door he assumed you were sick.

     Your parents put out missing child photos, called the police, asked the Summers family every day if they had seen you. But you were gone. Almost like the wind. He assumed you just ran away.

     Alex gave up hope of ever seeing you after he went to solitary confinement. After that, he assumed that you were dead. All he had were the pictures of the two of you, almost hundreds of pictures taken over a couple of years. They were the only memories he could keep with him as he joined the X-Men.

-

     But now, Alex stood there staring. Scott not really knowing what was going on, or who you were. He couldn't really remember you. You weren't a familiar face to him anymore. But to Alex, it was like only yesterday when he had you riding on the back of his bike with him to school.

     "You..." Alex breathed out. "How?" He tilted his head, trying to get the words out, but they were lost with the wind.

     "What are you doing here, Alex?"

     "Me? What about you? Where the hell have you been?"

     "It's a long story."

     "Where did you go? Why didn't you call me?"

     "Again, it's a long story."

     "Why did you run away?"

     "I didn't run."

     "Really? Because that's not what it seemed like."

     "What do you want from me, Alex?" You asked exasperatedly.

     "The truth." He shook his head, stepped closer. "Why did you leave me?" You dropped the duffle bag to the floor. Scott watching the both of you, even more, confused than before.

     "The truth?" Alex nodded. "I'm not normal, Alex. I'm not like everyone else, I'm different."

     "So?"

     "I'm something different."

     Alex furrowed his eyebrows as his watched your fists tighten. Suddenly your body became a dark green mist. It was like your body pixilated and transformed into a green fog. He watched as it came close to his body before you formed again.

     "I'm a mutant."

     "The day you disappeared..."

     "Literally gone with the wind." You nodded. "My mutation happened and I just turned into gas, but I couldn't control it, so, my body just went wherever the wind took me," you explained with a shrug.

     "You're the mutant Charles wanted us to find?" Scott spoke up, you turned to look at him, your face softening as you looked over his features.

     "Scott?"

     "Yeah?" He dragged out in suspicion.

     "It's been a while," you said with a smile.

     "What? Wait..." He looked to Alex, who was still staring at you with a small smile on his face. "So, you're..."

     "Yeah." You nodded.

     Scott didn't reply verbally, instead, he pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around you, not wanting you to disappear again. One thing he could remember, aside from Alex's stories, was you babysitting him with Alex. Having a small childhood crush on you, but not telling you, mainly because he was only a five-year-old.

     "I missed you, Scotty," you whispered as you hugged him back just as tightly. "I'm sorry I never said goodbye." You shook your head.

     "It's okay," he told you. "We did come here for a reason, though." He pulled back and held you at arm's length.

     "Which was?"

     "To recruit you," Alex spoke up, you turned to look at him. "For Professor Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Also known as a school for mutants, like us."

     "You're mutants?"

     "Naturally." Scott raised an eyebrow. "So, are you coming?"

     "I don't know..."

     "What are you unsure of? By the looks of your apartment, this wouldn't be a bad thing." Alex shook his head.

     "Alex, I haven't even seen my parents since..." Your jaw tightened as you looked down. "I don't think I'm ready to settle down in one place, I've only been here for a couple of months."

     "What's up with the light bulbs by the way?" Scott interjected. "It's kinda weird."

     "I was angry, so I smashed them." You shrugged.

     "Angry about what?"

     "The past..." You looked down. "Never coming back, but by then it was too late. The damage was done. I'm sure my parents have moved on." You cleared your throat. "I don't think I'm ready for that again."

     "What? A home?" Alex questioned.

     "Leaving."

     "But you wouldn't have to leave. You could stay with us, with me." You looked up at him.

     "Alex..." You gave him a pained looked.

     "Please, I've only just found you, I don't want to lose you again."

     "You sure the Professor wouldn't mind?"

     "I think he wanted us to bring you back personally." Scott grinned. You gave him a nod, picking up your bag again. "But what's with the pictures..."

     "They're my memories."

     "And the weird stringed wall in your room."

     "Something I was working on."

     "So, are you coming home with us?" Alex gave you a hopeful glance, the sunglasses on the top of his head weren't doing a great job of holding his hair back, you looked down with a shy smile.

     "I'm coming home."