A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Sisters

—-Sam—

We step out of the bifrost onto the lawn of Xavier's school. Laura and Jubilee meet us at the door. Jubilee exchanges a quick hug with me as we come through the doorway. Laura speaks.

"She's still speaking with the professor."

I nod. Mary's probably terrified of all this our parents relentlessly drilled the idea that mutants were dangerous and scary into our heads. It took quite a while for me to be comfortable with everyone when Logan brought me here. Fortunately I eventually became close with even the most unique individuals here.

We have time to kill so we make our way to the common room. We take a seat on one of the couches in the room. Miraculously no one else is here. That's good I don't want Mary to feel overwhelmed. I'm worried about speaking with her what if she outright rejects me?

Loki senses my worry and moves closer to me on the couch I lean up against him and his arm is around me. I really hope Mary is willing to hear me out. I know this is all so sudden and I would understand her not wanting to accept that a complete stranger is her sister.

I feel a pang of loss suddenly. So much time had been stolen from us, time we should have had to simply be sisters. I should have been there for her but wasn't because of my parents they had robbed us of our sisterhood. I want to get it back while there's still time.

I think of the rift that had been created between Thor and Loki and how they had somehow overcome that. It wasn't hard to tell that despite the annoyance that was sometimes feigned and other times real displayed between the two, Loki and Thor were best friends and had a strong brotherly bond. It gives me hope because if that relationship can be mended my relationship with my sister should also be able to be salvaged.

The door opens slowly and Mary walks in accompanied by Kitty. Kitty walks to the couch and takes a seat but Mary looks nervously at the five of us and lingers in the doorway shyly. I stand up and walk over to talk to her. I see a look of recognition cross her features from when she saw me when she answered the door.

"Mary I know you don't remember me I'm Sam. I'm your sister. I was kicked out too."

She looks at me skeptically eyeing my brown hair it contrasts greatly with her red hair she inherited from our father.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

I think for a moment trying to think of something, anything that would strike some sort of memory. I suddenly have a memory of her fourth birthday and a stuffed rabbit I had insisted we get her. It had been gifted to her under my name though our mother had paid for it. She adored that thing and I can't imagine they had gone through the hassle it would have been to take it away from her simply because I chose it for her.

"Do you remember a stuffed pink rabbit with purple polka dots?"

Mary looks surprised.

"Yeah? Mr. Hoppy. But how did-?"

I smile she had given it a name after I left.

"I picked it out for you. I begged mom to get it I thought it was just perfect for you and I was right you loved the thing."

She nods. Tears forming in her eyes as realization sets in.

"I wouldn't sleep a night without it."

Tears are rolling across her already tear stained cheeks.

"I- I'm sorry... I forgot about you."

I pull her into a hug and though we're kind of strangers she doesn't resist my embrace.