Chapter Text
It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.
But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, he shone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.
However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that.
One for every sin.
But despite that, after he joined the circus his life had been a good one. Not perfect, but certainly good. He knew about some of the things that had happened to other mutants, and he made sure to always remember to be thankful to be alive on his prayers.
It happened one afternoon while Kurt was preparing himself for his show. He was sitting alone in his small tent when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing up– and because he wasn’t oblivious to the way humans treated people like him, he knew he had to get out of there just in case. But before he can even think of the place he’s going to go to, there’s something sharp stinging his neck and all of a sudden he can’t do anything but feel his body falling forward before the world around him disappears.
It’s impossible to know how much time passes since he loses consciousness until he finally regains it, but one thing is clear when he finally does: he has been caught by bad people. It’s dark and his body hurts, and when he tries to move he realizes he’s stuffed inside something small that seems to be a box and he just can’t get out of it, no matter how hard he tries. He screams and bangs his hands against the surface around him but he knows it’s useless– because no one answers and he can’t hear anything anyway.
He tries not to panic, but he can’t help himself. He’s scared– no– he’s terrified, because they know. They know who he is and what he’s capable of– and how to leave him perfectly defenseless. He doesn’t know what to do– he’s trembling and he wants to cry, so he resorts to the only thing that calms him when he feels helpless.
He lifts his palms up together and prays– he begs to God for help, for someone, anyone to help him get out of his awful situation because even if his life isn’t the best, it’s his and he wants to live it.
But no one answers, and no one comes to help him, and one second he feels he’s moving and the next he’s on the floor of some place he doesn’t know and there’s people screaming and bright lights and…
Is that an angel?
He doesn’t have time to think; the people who dragged him to that cage already closed the doors and he tries and tries and tries to get away, to get out of there but it’s useless– he’s trapped.
He’s trapped in a cage with an angel that wants to hurt him, and even if he’s doing his best to avoid him, there’s only so much space where he can teleport, and the angel is catching up to him pretty easily.
How can he get out of there? What is this place? Is this the place he’d been hearing stories about? Where mutants are forced to fight to death? Does he deserve this? Is this punishment for his sins? Is this the work of God? Is He telling him he truly is the demon everyone believes him to be?
“Fight! Or they’ll kill us both.” The angel screams and Kurt finally sees the men outside the cage and the guns they’re holding, and in mere seconds he realizes how big and terrible what is happening truly is; he’s been kidnapped, and now he has to fight a person who can kill him, to avoid being killed by the people who kidnapped him. He has a choice to make, and he has to make it now.
So he gives them what they want, because even though he doesn’t like to fight he’s an acrobat and he’s very skilled– and he doesn’t want to die at the hands of these people. It’s only when he looks at the angel’s destroyed wing that he realizes he went too far.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologizes desperately as he backs away, because he didn’t mean to do that, he’s terrified, he wants to go home, he wants to get out of there. He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life fighting in a cage for people who have decided they had a right to take him from his family and use him like he was their property.
The angel is coming towards him now and Kurt doesn’t know what to do– but then, all of a sudden there is fire and explosions and apparently a short circuit, and while he’s still unable to move because he hasn’t fully processed what just happened, the angel is already flying away to get out of the cage.
He follows shortly after, and when he’s out and turns around there’s a man with a gun pointed at him and he’s sure this is it– until a woman appears out of nowhere and knocks the man out. And now she’s telling him to come with her and Kurt doesn’t have the strength to refuse because he’s sure this means his prayers have been answered.
It’s not until they’re both outside and she once again knocks out a man that was a threat to them, that he realizes who the woman is.
The hero.
And somehow he just knows that there’s something coming, something big. And she takes him to a weird place where someone takes his picture– which looks really good, in his opinion– and in the future, when he remembers what came after that, it all seems to appear merged together into one big memory that changes really fast– like a quick succession of moving snapshots.
Xavier’s School. Hank McCoy. Jubilee. Scott. Jean. Friends. Fun. Disaster. Scott’s brother.Apocalypse. Danger. Hiding. Animal, beast, man. Rescue. Flying. Angel. Fighting. Save them, save them, save them!
…nothing.
And then, once the darkness that had engulfed him after he’d teleported everyone out of the jet finally disappears and Kurt regains consciousness, it’s over. Just like that, it’s over. Apocalypse is defeated and they can finally go home.
Home. That’s what Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters becomes: his home. His safe haven. A place where he can live with people who are just like him– well maybe not just like him, but at least this time he can truly, completely be himself. No secrets, no fear. Yes, this is what home feels like.
It was no secret that [Y/N]’s life had been an easy one. The only child of the marriage between a school teacher and a librarian, her life had been plagued by normalcy from the moment she was born. She attended a normal school where she had a small group of friends who weren’t popular by any means, but who also weren’t different enough to get picked on by other students.
[Y/N] was an average person living an average life.
She wasn’t complaining, of course. Living an average life was something only privileged people complained about, but there were moments when she wished– hoped– for something a little bit more interesting for herself. Something better. Something bigger.
To say the least, this was not what she meant.
The first time she noticed something was wrong was the day after she’d kissed Marcus Johnson in the school parking lot. The kiss had been bad– so bad– because my God, that boy was a wet kisser if she’d ever seen one. She didn’t even know people were able to produce that amount of saliva during a kiss. Still, the worst part had been when they pulled away and she realized that Marcus didn’t show even the smallest hint of displeasure– but instead, he looked very pleased and content with the way things had happened.
“We could take this back to my house… my parents won’t be back for two hours.” He’d told her in what she knew was his charming voice, because that voice had been a big part of the reason why she was standing with him at that particular moment– and it also didn’t hurt that he was so incredibly good looking.
But that kiss had to have been the worst of her life, and to top it all she’d felt nothing. Not even the normal butterflies she got every time she was slightly nervous about something– there was absolutely nothing.
Nada. Zero. Sorry Marcus, but your looks and beautiful, deep voice just weren’t enough.
“You know what?” She said apologetically with a small smile. “I really need to get home, so…” The hint was pretty clear, and she hoped Marcus was able to get it. He was a nice and respectful guy– another big reason why she’d agreed to meet him– but there was just nothing there.
To her relief, Marcus did get the hint. She couldn’t help but feel slightly bad when he nodded and his shoulders slumped.
“Right, right, of course.” He walked back a few steps. “Maybe we could– um–” He scratched the back of is neck awkwardly. “I don’t know. We can still be friends, right?” She smiled and wished the earth would swallow her whole. She didn’t want to make him feel bad because he truly was a lovely person, but she’d confirmed seconds ago that she didn’t really like him as something other than a friend. So she just nodded, patting his arm in what she intended to be a comforting manner but wasn’t because it looked like felt sorry for him– which she kind of did, but she didn’t want be so obvious about it. It was too late; her hand was already there so now she had to go along with it and pretend it had been a good idea.
“Of course we can.“ And that was it. Marcus went home and she did too, mentally screaming because the moment had been so awkward she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear for the next few days.
She couldn’t do that, of course, so she just went home and threw herself oh her bed, burying her face on her pillow. And now it was time to begin preparing herself for tomorrow, when she would have to face the questions of her friends and worst of all, the fact that she shared her first and last classes with Marcus.
Was there a way to avoid the awkwardness? Absolutely. Handling it like a mature, objective adult who knew that sometimes two people just didn’t click and things between them didn’t work out was the solution– but she wasn’t a mature, objective adult. She was a teenager in High School who got embarrassed about the tiniest things while her brain chanted "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!” every time she made a small mistake. So of course, she was dreading going to school tomorrow.
The next morning she greeted her friends like she did every day, and when the bell rang they parted ways to their respective classrooms.
[Y/N] dragged her feet, trying to not be too obvious in how much she was dreading to get to class. When she reached her door she peeked inside before going in, and sure enough there was Marcus, sitting in his usual spot, looking down at the paper she knew he was doodling on.
He always did that.
She took a deep breath and steeled herself, internally wishing he didn’t notice her going in, but she knew that was near impossible. She was now officially the only student that wasn’t inside, and opening the door to go in was bound to draw attention to her no matter how hard she wanted it not to.
That’s why she was astounded when she walked in, and not a single person looked her way. She walked to the empty desk in the last row and sat down, half confused and half grateful for the miracle that had just happened before her eyes.
Marcus didn’t notice her– or at least he pretended not to. And she was fine with that. She hoped with all her heart that this continued for the rest of the class, and maybe if she was lucky, the rest of the day as well.
The class passed without leaving a great impact on her– she didn’t like the subject and it wasn’t really interesting anyway.
She found her friends by her locker, waiting for her to tell them a little bit more about what had happened the day before.
“Oh my God, [Y/N]. Marcus is coming this way right now. I thought you said he got the hint?” One of her friends whispered with wide eyes, but before she could answer she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She steeled herself and turned around with a smile.
“Marcus. How are you?” [Y/N] asked with a pleasant smile, but the tension was palpable. Behind her, her friends looked at each other before slowly walking away.
“I’m fine. How are you, though?” He asked with an expression she could only classify as concern– which threw her off balance.
“What? Uh… I’m fine…” She replied with a confused frown, wondering why was he acting like he’d been the one who rejected her yesterday.
“I figured I should ask since you missed class just now– and maybe you needed to borrow my notes because–” Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline.
“Missed class? I was right there in my seat. What are you talking about?” Marcus looked like she’d grown a pair of horns, and she looked around to check if maybe he was pulling a prank on her– which would be a rather weak one, to be honest.
“You– what? No, you weren’t. I never saw you coming in and I definitely didn’t see you in your seat–” [Y/N] rolled her eyes.
“Marcus, is this a joke? Because it’s a pretty bad one.” She closed her locker. “I have to get to class. See you.”
She didn’t give him a second glance once she walked away, but if she had, she would’ve noticed that Marcus was rooted to the spot with an absolutely flabbergasted expression on his face.
Her second class passed without much trouble– her teacher asked her to answer a question and she got it right, and after that she got paired up with a random classmate to do a quick project.
By the time lunch had already been over for a while, she realized that there was something really strange going on. On her way to the bathroom, she was stopped by the teacher of the first class she’d had today.
“[Y/N], may I have a word?” The teacher asked and she nodded, wondering what it could possibly be the reason behind this. She wasn’t the best in that class, sure, but she always passed the tests and did the work.
“I would like to know why you were absent in my class today. I’m sure you had a good reason but since you haven’t missed any of my classes before and you seem to be okay right now…” [Y/N]’s expression morphed instantaneously into an almost comical confusion.
“What… are you talking about? You know, Marcus Johnson told me the same thing today. I know no one noticed me when I walked in, but I was there during the whole class!” She didn’t mean to snap, but it was seriously worrying that people ignored her so much that they hadn’t realized she was in the room with them. “Here.” She pulled out her notebook and showed her what she’d done during her class earlier. “See, I even highlighted what you said was going to be in the next test.” The woman looked at the notes with a deep frown and then back at her.
“I aplogize, [Y/N]. I must have been distracted and I didn’t… notice you sitting in the back.” Weirdly enough, it didn’t seem like she believed her own words.
“It’s fine.” She replied, failing to hide her distrust as she put the notebook back in her bag. The teacher walked away looking very disconcerted, and by now she knew there was no way that there wasn’t anything weird happening. She just didn’t know what, exactly. Not yet, at least.
She was unable to find Marcus before their last class of the day, and she wasn’t able to talk to him until it was over. When the bell rang, she quickly grabbed her stuff and walked behind him.
“Marcus!” She yelled after him. He turned around with a frown and walked back to her.
“Yeah?” He asked looking down at his shoes, clearly still uneasy about the day before.
“You know you said you didn’t notice me today? Well, guess what? The freaking teacher didn’t notice I was there either. Is this some kind of prank everyone is in except me?” Marcus shook his head and lifted his hands.
“[Y/N], I don’t know about the teacher but I swear I didn’t see you. I looked around the classroom twice and I swear you weren’t there.”
“What? That’s just stupid. Look– Jenny! Come here.” [Y/N] motioned to a brunette girl to come closer with her hand, and she began walking towards them both. “You’ll see,” she told Marcus “Jenny was sitting right next to me today.”
“Hey guys.” Jenny said with a bright smile. “Hey [Y/N], I missed you in class today.” [Y/N]’s smile disappeared faster than the speed of light.
“What?” She asked through gritted teeth, looking slightly frantic. “Jenny… I was sitting right next to you.” Jenny looked at her at then at Marcus, no doubt believing they were trying to make some kind of joke.
“No… you weren’t. What’s going on?” [Y/N] took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“Jenny, you snorted at something Ben said and tried to hide it because you got embarrassed and hoped no one would notice. I. Was. Right. There.” Jenny’s expression turned into disbelief and she looked like she was about to say something, but instead her eyes moved between [Y/N] and Marcus while her mouth hung open slightly.
“[Y/N], I swear I don’t know what’s happening.” Marcus whispered in a pleading tone.
“What’s going on?” Jenny repeated slowly. [Y/N] sighed.
“Well, it could be two things. One: I’m losing my mind– or two: everyone else is.”
[Y/N] had foolishly believed that once she got home, her troubles would be over and she could finally find a little peace.
She was wrong.
She’d been in a terrible mood all afternoon, and of course, her parents had noticed. She’d locked herself in her room with the excuse that she had so much homework to do, but she knew her parents hadn’t believed her. It didn’t matter anyway, because they knew it meant she was asking for space, so they gave it to her.
However, once the time for diner came around, they decided that they’d given her more than enough space and now she had to come down to get something to eat with them.
Unbeknownst to her because she was terribly busy moving the food around her plate while glaring at it, her parents where having an entire conversation with their eyes– not needing to speak even a word out loud.
“So, [Y/N]…” Her father said suddenly, pulling her out of her own thoughts. “do you want to… talk about what’s been going on with you today?”
“You know what dad? I do not.” She replied rather harshly, and regretted it almost instantly. “Sorry, dad. No, not now. It was a weird day today.” She sighed and went back to moving around her food.
“Well, honey, it’s just that we thought that maybe if you talked about it you’d feel better about it. But that’s okay too.” Her mother smiled the smile that made [Y/N] feel like everything was going to be okay no matter what, and she couldn’t help but give her a small smile in return.
“Just… all I want is for you to pretend like I’m not even here. I don’t feel like talking.” She muttered without looking at them before leaving her fork next to her plate to lean back on her chair. They did as she asked, and talked with each other about their days and everything they’d done. She just looked at them with a small smile, until something… odd came out of her mother’s mouth.
“[Y/N] had a weird day at school. She wasn’t feeling all like herself today. I hope it passes soon.” Her mother frowned sadly and her father nodded in agreement. [Y/N] let out a small laugh and looked at them.
“It’s okay mom, you didn’t have to take it that far.” She shook her head. “I calmed down, I want to tell you about my day now.” But to her surprise, her mother completely ignored her. “Ha, ha, mom. Really, I’m better now.” Her mother didn’t even look at her, she even went as far as say something to her father completely unrelated to her. “Mom. This isn’t funny.” Nothing. “Mom?” She looked to the other end of the table. “Dad, tell her to stop, this isn’t funny.” Her emotions quickly turned into something much darker when she realized her father was completely ignoring her as well. She felt her eyes glistening with fresh tears. “Mom, this isn’t funny anymore.” She whispered but her mother still didn’t even look her way. “Please, stop it.” Neither of the adults even turned to take a look at her– even though her distress was obvious. “Why are you doing this? Stop– I can’t breathe.” She clutched her chest and tried to take deep breaths, but she was desperate and it was already hard to do so because of her sobs.
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t understand why her parents where doing this to her when they could clearly see that she was in pain because of it. They continued eating as if nothing was happening, smiling at each other. After a moment, her panic made way for another emotion: fury.
“STOP!” She screamed with all the force in her lungs as she banged her hands on the table, turning the glasses over and spilling liquid all over the table. Finally, her mother turned to her with an horrified expression, covering her mouth with her hand. “Why did you do that?” She sobbed as tears fell freely down her cheeks. “I told you to stop! Why didn’t you stop?”
“[Y/N] what– baby, why are you crying? When did you–” She couldn’t even finish the sentence before she was up on her feet moving towards her daughter to hold her in her arms as she cried desperately.
“Why did you do that? Why did you keep ignoring me?” She asked as she clung to her mother and buried her face on her stomach.
“Ignoring you? Baby, what’s–” She looked at her husband, perplexed, only to find him staring back at them both with a troubled expression on his face. “ [Y/N], you weren’t there. One second I was wondering if you were alright in your room and the next you were screaming–” She grabbed her daughter’s face and forced her to meet her eyes. “And suddenly it was obvious that you were here, but you hadn’t been a second ago. I– I don’t know what came over me.”
“What?” [Y/N] asked breathlessly, pulling away. She turned around. “Dad?” The man in question just shook his head and took a deep breath.
“I don’t know– you were talking? And then you said something and then… you weren’t here anymore. And I knew you weren’t here. And then… the next second… you… were.”
They all remained silent while [Y/N] tried to calm down, while her mother caressed her hair with gentle hands. After a while, her sobs subsided and all that was left were some sporadic shuddering breaths.
“Do you feel better now?” Her mother asked looking down at her with a concerned expression. She nodded and pulled away as she dried her tears with her sleeve. “I don’t know what happened.” She continued, looking at her husband. “Do you think it could be–” [Y/N]’s mother was cut by the sound of three sharp knocks on the front door.
“Are either of you expecting someone?” She asked and both [Y/N] and her father shook their heads. “I’ll be right back.”
[Y/N] looked at her father with a frown, before leaning back just enough to hear her mother and the stranger talking a little bit better.
“Yes? Is there anything I can do for you?” She heard her mother asking in her characteristic pleasant voice.
“Ah, yes, ma'am. Sorry for the hour, I was supposed to get here earlier but my car broke down and I had to– you probably don’t care about that.” [Y/N] bit her lip to stop herself from laughing; she could picture her mom perfectly right now, glaring at the man enough to make him so uncomfortable he coughed to diffuse the tension. “My name is Hank McCoy, I was sent here by Professor Charles Xavier. I want to talk to you about your daughter [Y/N]. I realize you have no reason to trust me but–” [Y/N] rolled her eyes and was in the process of shaking her head at this man until the moment he spoke her name. Her eyes widened and she looked at her dad, who seemed as confused as she was. But what she truly wasn’t expecting was her mother immediate response.
"Come on in.”
[Y/N] was shocked to say the least– unable to move from the chair she was sitting on. A moment later, her mother reentered the room with a tall, young man with glasses dressed in a casual suit behind her. Both she and her father stood up at her mother’s sharp look.
By now there was no point in trying to deny that this was, officially, the weirdest day in [Y/N]’s life.
“This… is Dr. Hank McCoy.”
“Yes.” The man said with a smile, but it quickly vanished. “I… I don’t remember telling you I was a Doctor.” He muttered. [Y/N]’s mother rolled her eyes.
“You didn’t have to. I know who you are. You came to town two months ago and talked to a friend of mine about her daughter, and she told me all about it. She was rather proud.” Dr. McCoy’s expression of surprise was short lived, instead replaced by a pleased smile.
“Oh yes, I remember her. It isn’t always that easy to talk with parents about this specifically, so it’s very nice to meet people who are so accepting about their children.”
[Y/N] could only look back and forth between the man and her mother, wondering what on Earth what going on and why did it seem that everyone knew and no one wanted to tell her. The breaking point was her father’s face: he was nodding at what the McCoy man was saying like he knew exactly what he was talking about.
“What the fuck!” She shrieked suddenly. Her mother’s eyes widened and she gasped in horror.
“[Y/N]! Language!” She scolded, blushing furiously.
“Don’t ‘language’ me! What’s going on? Why does everyone know what the heck is happening but me?” She was rightfully furious– and if looks could kill, the doctor would be six feet under by now.
“Um– [Y/N], can I call you that?” He asked and she nodded, still glaring at him. “I can explain everything to you, but I think it might be best if we sit down.”
“I’m a mutant.” She repeated the doctor’s words, thinking they would feel less weird if they came from her own mouth. They didn’t.
“Yes, that’s right. Your mutation was activated by what Charles and I believe to be a stressful situation that made you feel an emotion or desire strong enough to be a catalyst. At least, that’s the most plausible explanation since you’ve already gone through puberty, which is when many mutations have activated for others.”
“Wait, wh–” Her face paled before she groaned and buried her face on her hands in embarrassment.
“So, her mutation is… invisibility?” [Y/N] ‘s father asked as her mother rubbed her back and asked her what happened.
“Well, not exactly. Instead of invisibility it’s more like…” He fumbled with his hands for a moment. “Crypsis.”
“Which is a fancier word for camouflage– which I’m pretty sure is the one you actually wanted to use.” [Y/N] said rolling her eyes. “And I know what ‘stressful emotion or desire’ caused it– it happened this morning during my first class.” She snorted and threw her head back. “Figures. I am a mutant and my ability is literally disappearing in the background.” She then took a deep breath and lifted her palms up, meeting Dr. McCoy’s eyes. “You know what? I refuse to complain about this. I’ve seen the news, there are people out there who are being killed because they’re mutants. My mutation is going unnoticed. I embrace it and love it and accept it. It’s all good. It’s all good.” The man gave her a tight, nervous smile and she returned it before looking away.
“Which leads me to the actual reason why I’m here.” He picked his leather briefcase from the ground and pulled a couple of papers and fancy looking brochures, extending them to her mother. She grabbed the papers and passed some to her father, while [Y/N] looked at the ones she was holding.
“Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Wow, this place is beautiful.” [Y/N] breathed out in amazement. Hank smiled, this was a very good sign.
“Are you saying–” Her mother began as a smile began forming on her lips.
“Yes, we would like for [Y/N] to become a student at the School. Of course, in order to do that, she would have to move to the mansion, which, as you can see, works like a boarding school. She would learn every subject on her current’s school syllabus, but most importantly, she will be taught control of her powers.”
“Yes!” Her mother exclaimed excitedly. “Oh, baby, look at this place.” She fawned over the pictures.
“I’m so– the wh– I don’t–” [Y/N] mumbled incoherently. “I have a life here. I can’t just leave everything behind and move away! Mom!” She cried out. “I have my friends…” She whispered.
“[Y/N]…” Her father spoke, draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “We know you have a life here. But look at this objectively. You disappeared twice today, without even realizing it. You have to learn how to control your power.”
“I…” She coughed to stop her voice from breaking as her eyes watered. “I guess you’re right. Um, if you excuse me.” She stood up and left the room without saying a word, the sounds of her steps slowly becoming weaker as she reached the top of the stairs. It wasn’t until they heard her bedroom door being closed that any of them spoke again.
“I’m sorry.” Hank apologized, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes before putting them on again. “It wasn’t my intention to make her upset.”
“Don’t worry, doctor, we know it wasn’t your fault. And she’ll go to the school, she just needs to take some time to process this. But it’s the best, we know it. And she does too. It’s just– she has a good life here. She hasn’t got any problems, she has a good group of friends, she does well in school. You understand how it could be hard to leave it all behind, at least for a while. But she has to, and she knows it too. If she didn’t believe it we wouldn’t be sitting so peacefully– she would’ve fought with you about it.” [Y/N]’s father explained evenly. Hank nodded in understanding and stood up.
“I will leave you all the information you could possibly need about the school grounds, the subjects we teach and the faculty, and I will leave you my card and Professor Xavier’s as well.” He shook both of their hands before they walked him to the door.
When he’d reached the middle of the sidewalk, he turned around and walked a few steps back towards the couple.
“This is of course up to you– but if you want my opinion, I don’t think she should go to back to her school. You should arrange the transfer as soon as possible. Her power is harmless, but I would seriously advise against putting her in an enviroment where she can lose control of them, especially because we don’t know their true extent yet. With proper guidance she can learn that control, and she can come back home a lot sooner.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Her mother said with a warm smile. “We’ll keep that in mind.”