It was unnerving. The silence, the waiting. Olivia was never one to thrive in silence, rather being the one to keep to keep talking. But right now, she was too worried, too nervous to try and think about talking.

What would she say? Was there anything to say?

It wasn't long since Kitty had placed Logan in the past but it felt like hours. The clock was ticking on how fast the Sentinels would find them and with some of the their best fighters inside, Olivia couldn't help but think negatively.

Logan tensed, his claws ripping through his skin. Olivia's eyes widened a little, panicking at what he was going through. She had always had a soft spot for Logan, she was compassionate and thought she could save everyone. Logan was one of these people.

From the moment he had stepped into the school, Olivia was trying to save him. Even though her father may have succeeded where she failed, she tried. Of course, she wasn't oblivious to the looks Logan sent Jean. This made a worry grow in her head, a panic that she'd be left alone.

In the end, she was alone.

"He's slipping!" Kitty announced in panic as Logan began swinging around, trying to hit an invisible being. "He's slipping back! I'm losing him!"

His swings became more frantic, keeping the group back. However, one misplaced hand slashed Kitty's stomach which made her cry out in pain. Instantly, Erik lifted his hand and took control of the metal in Logan's body.

The elder looked to Olivia who stood beside him. "Restrain him." He instructed without hesitation.

The woman nodded before lifting her hand. From the ground came a string of thorns, breaking the concrete and wrapping securely around Logan, keeping him in place. She watched as her friend tried to struggle against her but ultimately failed.

"Oh, my God! Kitty!" Bobby called out to his girlfriend as he ran to her, pressing a damp cloth against her side. She winced in pain, her hands not moving from beside Logan's head. "She's wounded pretty bad." He told the onlookers.

Kitty sniffled and gave them a weak smile. "I got him." She revealed which made Olivia sigh in relief.

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More time passed at an excruciating pace.

Olivia lit a match and watch a for a while as the flame slowly burned down the wood, leaving it black and scorned. She blew out the match before it reached her fingers and lit another one. This time she place the fire near a candle, lighting it.

She diffused the match in her hand and watched the wax of the candle heat up. From her pocket, she pulled out a ripped photo. Slowly, she unfolded it and gazed for a second.

It was a picture of her mother, just after she had been born. Her father had taken the picture when she had been playing with Olivia. Originally the image was black and white but they had it developed to colour only a few months before the war (if you could call it that) had started.

The women placed the picture with the rest of the fallen. Olivia blinked her tears away, making a small rose grow under the image.

Fire emitted from another match that Olivia had struck. The light was brought upwards, warming the side of her face as she stared at it. But there was something that tugged on her brain that made her drop the match.

There was more then one string in her head.

The connection Olivia had with telepaths was unusual. On Cerebro, they showed up as string, a line that goes from Charles' head to Olivia's. Her and Jean had one too but ever since she died, the string was simply floating, hanging onto nothing.

But why was it connecting to something now? The question made Olivia turn in confusion, looking at her father who simply stared right ahead. The presence was familiar, she had felt it before.

Inside Charles' head, he had looked into Logan's mind only to connect with his younger self. He hadn't even thought that Olivia could feel the younger him.

"All those voices," The younger version of himself whispered, a tear sliding down his face. "So much pain."

"It's not their pain you're afraid of, it's yours, Charles." The older Charles revealed as looked at himself. "And as frightening as it may be, that pain will make you stronger. If you allow yourself to feel it, embrace it, it will make you more powerful than you ever imagined. It's the greatest gift we have, to bear their pain without breaking, and it's born from the most human power: Hope."

The younger man's head was filled with images of a school, smiling faces and happy eyes. It was what he had striven for but it felt so far away. The man shook his head, hanging it low. "There is no hope. Not without her." He muttered, heartbreak clear in his voice.

The bald man tilted his head as he looked at his younger self. "You mean Evie." Charles looked up to his holder counterpart and nodded. His hand went up to point at Olivia across the room. "Look there, you see that girl."

The younger Charles stood up as he looked at the woman. His eyes narrowed as their eyes met, her eyes full of confusion, just like his. But this woman wasn't looking at him, more like through him. "Can she see me?" He questioned himself in bewilderment.

"No but she can feel you." The older man answered, a fond smile on his face as he looked at Olivia. "That's your daughter, your legacy." The younger man's head snapped back to the man in a wheel chair in shock. "You must hope again, if not for yourself then for her. She needs a happy life, she's lost too much. Please. Charles, we need you to hope again."

As Olivia started to open her mouth to question the feeling, it disappeared, the string falling back into it usual floating. The woman halted, her brows furrowing as she tried to wrap her head around what had just happened.

"Dad, I just had the strangest feeling." She called out as she walked over to her father. The man in the wheelchair looked up to see her expression. "Like there was two of you I could connect with."

"Believe me Olivia, you weren't the only one who felt it." He smiled at her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it comfortingly.

That's when the bad news was broken to them by Bobby. He had dragged her, Charles and Erik over to a corner and away from Kitty so he could explain the situation.

"She's lost too much blood." He informed them which made Olivia sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. "She can't keep going like this."

"We have no choice, Bobby." Erik reasoned with him, his tone still as stern as always but Olivia noticed the soft look in his eyes.

"We can wake him up." Bobby stated stubbornly, starting to walk away from the group.

Charles' hand shot out, grabbing the man and holding him in place. "No! They need more time." He urged him, desperation in his voice. "I had a glimpse into the past. If we wake Logan now, we may set off an even darker course. They need more time." He explained quickly.

"So we wait?" Olivia clarified to her father, worry in her voice and etched into her face.

"We wait." Charles nodded.

Olivia let out a large sigh, looking to Logan and Kitty, both of them clearly struggling though the situations they were in. If there was one thing she knew, it was that she hated waiting.