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Lorna sent Stephen a quick text in the cab ride over towards the Sanctorum, apologising for being late for their date night. A colleague had called up asking about swapping two shifts for next month. Normally Lorna didn't like to try and work out what she was doing in relation to work that far in advance but her colleage, Jinna, had sounded so much like a lost puppy that Lorna would have had to have had a heart of stone to say no. And Lorna did not have a heart of stone.<p>

Lately it felt like her heart was made of sponge. Between the incident at the bus station and meeting her biological father through it, Lorna's defenses had been lowered of late. Maybe that wasn't so much of a bad thing. She and Erik had had a long and surprisingly moving talk for their first time meeting as father and daughter. She hadn't given much thought to how meeting her biological father might happen, through the years. In fact the only thoughts she had really spared him had been of the 'who is he?' and 'where is he?' variety. But she was glad that their talk had been so thorough and meaningful. It chased away some of the awkwardness at least. Lorna had been surprised by how much she'd opened up to Erik.<p>

It was nothing she hadn't told Stephen though. Once they'd started getting serious, she had told Stephen about the accident where her powers caused her parents' deaths in a plane crash and her own guilt for years after that. It had taken her a few months but she'd trusted him to understand why she had these nightmares, why she was sometimes consumed with tortured angst when thinking about her parents. But like with her adoptive parents, it was easier to move forward with those she cared about especially Stephen.<p>

Six months on and Lorna felt just as deeply in love with him as ever. She hadn't anticipated falling for someone like him but now that their relationship had happened, she couldn't imagine being with anyone else.<p>

Lorna had already decided she would tell him about Erik later on in the evening. For a while she wanted things to be easy and casual between them.<p>

The cab pulled up outside the Sanctorum and Lorna climbed out of it. She'd dressed in some black, glittery jeans and a shining sapphire top, trimmed around the neckline with fake sapphires and diamonds. She wore a long black coat over the top with a blue scarf. It was bitterly cold as she stood outside the door, knocking against it, waiting to be let in.<p>

When the door finally opened, she smiled broadly. "Hi."

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The nightmares were back again. Lorna had been sure that they wouldn't return for a while. Usually they only cropped up now and again, bothered her for a handful of nights on and off and then left. But in the past week she'd woken up once, sometimes twice a night with the nightmares in the back of her mind, choking on the vivid images of the plane ripping itself apart and her parents disappearing into the atmosphere. Just thinking about the images made her feel nauseated and dizzy. Like she was still up in that plane.<p>

She woke up feeling ill ready to throw up, following a night where the dream had kept her in its clutches no matter how many times she woke up and drifted back off. She washed her face with cold water but she could still smell metal and oil in the back of her throat. The windows in her apartment were closed yet she could feel the manic rush of atmosphere and wind around her face. The natural light pouring in from her bathroom made her grimace. She shut the curtain and closed her eyes.<p>

Go away, go away... she told herself. Tears stung at her eyes. Please just go away. She silently begged herself. Enough was enough. She just wanted these dreams gone. Gone so she could sleep. Gone... Gone forever? A voice in her mind whispered. You could go to that Charles guy. There is still that option. It was a thought she had frequently each morning and as usual she turned away and ignored it.<p>

She opened her wardrobe to get dressed for work and immediately decided she was going to call in sick to work. Her gut told her that she needed to do it. That she couldn't go on as she was. That, finally, she should put an end to this pain. Even if it did have consequences she wasn't entirely comfortable with. She didn't know she would be at the end of it but she would hopefully be able to sleep and live with herself easier.<p>

She made the call to work and then changed into black jeans and a hoodie. Even looking at her hair, which she'd recently stripped back to its mutated emerald, made her feel a bit queasy which was a shame because she actually preferred her hair this way. Hopefully she could walk it off. She grabbed her bag and the notepad with the address on it and headed for the bus station.<p>

A couple of hours later thanks to traffic and a long walk, she turned up at the gates of Xavier's Institute. She pressed the buzzer.

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Lorna fingered the already worn and yellowing paper corners of the letter that lay on the table in front of her. A half drunk cup of coffee sat beside it, already cooling and a half eaten apple on a small plate beside that. As Lorna's eyes drank in the contents of the letter again, her appetite began to evaporate.<p>

Dear Lorna,<br>
I don't know if you will ever get to read this letter or whether I will get to tell you all of this myself. I hope that I can. It would be better, but bravery hasn't always been my strong suit and I'm sure you will know that more than ever once you read this. But it needs to be told and however old you are, I hope you can trust that this never changed the way that I adored you, my angel. I hope you can forgive me for deceiving you.<p>

Your father, Arnold Rowland, is not your biological father. But he is your dad in every way that matters. I suspected this might be the case when you were born. That you might be the result of an affair I had about eight months earlier. I had hoped you were born on time but the nurses said you were a few weeks early. So I knew there was a chance. But I did not love you any the less, I promise you.<p>

It was a short affair and I do feel guilt about betraying Arnold. But I don't regret having you. I have thought about coming clean, trying to make a fresh start as a family. But I don't want to do anything that risks what we have. If keeping this a secret is to be my burden then it's right that I do. But I think you have a right to know. If you have any questions then I can tell you right now, who your biological father is.<p>

His name is Erik Lehnsherr.
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The letter was unfinished, Lorna noted as she turned away from it. Her mother must have decided not to tell her. Lorna's insides squeezed painfully. It was often painful to think of her mother and her step father, not just because of what had happened but because they were just gone. But now reading the truth in black and white, well it brought it all back.<p>

If she closed her eyes she could still feel the racing heart of the stressed out little girl, begging for her parents to stop arguing while all the time the plane began to rip apart around her...<p>

No. Lorna told herself as she rose to her feet. I'm not dwelling on this, she thought as she shoved the letter in her handbag. She emptied her coffee in the sink and chucked her apple away. Sliding her jacket on, she grabbed her bag and keys and left the apartment she was staying in.<p>

She had the day off today so she was going to head out the city for the day. To do what, she didn't know but she wanted to go somewhere, somewhere different, clear her head. The anniversary of the crash was coming up and this letter... this ill-timed extremely late delivery from her mother's solicitor, had come at a terrible timing.<p>

She took a cab to the bus depot and bought her tickets. In the outside waiting area, near her stand, she could read a news screen on one of the televisions. The screen had a map of Europe at the back of it with a small window of a camera focused on something that was black and burning through the air. As Lorna squinted, she saw that the news beneath it read about the mystery cause of a France-Romania flight crash.<p>

Lorna began to whiten. She looked away with a jerk but it made no difference. She was already seeing something entirely different.<p>

She was securely strapped in to one of the comfortable leather seats at the back of the private jet. She held a small games console in her hand, a nearby book lay abandoned. Although she was looking at the screen, she wasn't concentrating... wasn't caring. All she could hear was vicious screaming and snapping coming from the cockpit.<p>

The door was closed but Lorna didn't need to know that her parents were having one of their nastiest rows yet. She couldn't make out what they were saying. But tears trickled down her cheeks and her skin began to heat up. Her head ached as pain twisted inside her stomach and chest. Why did they have to scream like that? Why wouldn't they stop? She just wanted them to stop... Why did they sound like they hated each other?<p>

The more she thought about it, the more she cried. She didn't notice the shudder of the airplane around her.
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Nor did Lorna see the bus behind her that had already been loaded with passengers, begin to rise into the air.

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The pen lifted into the air, moving around Lorna's barely moving fingers, without her having to think about it. Her mind was on the introductory seminar regarding the paid internship Stark Industries were offering. The lab where Lorna had worked previously had lost a third of its funding through government cuts so it was bye bye Lorna. Last one in, first one out and all that. Sad but fair. Or at least that was how she saw it now. At the time she'd gone home and crumpled the microwave, the dishwasher and half of her cutlery.<p>

She'd been contracted for another month and at the end of that, this opportunity with Stark Industries had come up. It was an internship but it was paid and it was directly involved with her field. Not to mention that it was within travelling distance from NYU for her doctorate.<p>

Lorna listened to Stark talk more about the position, the field involved and the hours etc. All of them sounded manageable considering her doctorate was fairly flexible. But the real attraction was getting to work with Stark Industries, the organization that was getting involved in lots of scientific advances. Clean energy seemed to be the tip of the ice berg.


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<h2>Please pm me if I've missed any of our threads</h2>

<h3>current threads</h3>

<h4><a href="http://live2rise.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=965">Here's why I'm right for the job</a></h4>
with Tony Stark. Stark Tower. 7th April.

<h4><a href="http://live2rise.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=1073">Somehow here you are</a></h4>
with Erik Lehnserr. New York.

<h4><a href="http://live2rise.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=1256">This pain is crushing me</a></h4>
with Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier. Xavier Institute.

<h4><a href="http://live2rise.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=1333">Inside the wire</a></h4>
with Henry Gyrich. Brooklyn. 23rd November.

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