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[notsogroovy]

The dreams had started after Darwin. The night after, in fact, and she was glad that her room was away from most of the guest quarters and that Charles usually didn't go to sleep until late. He wouldn't hear her dreams and neither would anyone else. It started with Darwin, of course. She got to watch him die all over again. It didn't stop there, though. Next was Sean and Alex. Hank and Erik. It was usually around the time they got to Charles that she started screaming. The screams woke her almost immediately and she waited desperately until she knew that no one had heard or, at least, no one was admitting to having heard her screams.

Tonight was similar. This time, she'd woken up to the image of Hank's body contorted on the ground after having been dropped to the ground from a hundred feet up. She sat up in bed, stared at the door, and panted. She waited, hoping that no one had heard her. Of course not. Why should it be any different tonight than it had any other night?

Except then she heard a distinctive creak on the floorboards and froze.

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Hank had spent another late night in the lab and was only now heading back to his room to go to bed when a scream from Raven's room stopped him in his tracks. His first thought was that they'd been found, Shaw had somehow sought out Charles's mansion and was here now to kill them all.

Without thinking – and certainly without knocking – he burst through the door with a panicked, "Raven!"

The room was dark but enough light from the hallway shone in, illuminating ... Raven, sitting in her bed. There was no Azazel, no Riptide. Just Raven.

"Oh." A slow blush crept into his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I... I thought.. um. I'll just... leave you. Sorry."