Okay I had this really really REALLY strange plot bunny hit me today. Something that bugged me from all of the movies, something that is never explained very well, and having also read the comics for years, the character of Jean in the movies is so out of character...I had to explain it.

YES THIS IS A VICTOR/JEAN Pairing...usually I HATE Jean but something about this made sense and clicked. Expect a more comic based Jean, not the quiet controlled woman, but the fiery girl you'd expect with someone with her hair. This is pre-Jean/Scott, but the undercurrents are there as well. Again, I usually hate both these characters, but I'm in the mood to be forgiving in the holiday season.

How does Jean know the difference between the 'good' guy and the 'bad' guy? When and why did Xavier lock up the Phoenix? Why was Jean so interested in Logan, not medically, but comparatively?

Yeah yeah all the legal stuff. Don't own them wish I did blah blah blah.

Chapter 1

She felt his presence before she heard the pounding on the door. Like everything about him, it was larger than life. She stood in the shadows as Scott opened the door and he entered the foyer. Entered was the only word she could think of, dominated, controlled, overwhelmed just didn't cut it. She tried to probe his mind, but he looked straight at her and held up one finger and shook it at her like you would a child. In his mind she heard "that's rude little frail, ask first."

He walked straight past Scott and straight to Charles' office. She had never seen anyone like him before. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his hair was cut in a close buzz cut, and you couldn't tell what color it was. She remembered his eyes on her, steel grey, almost black, his patrician features framed by mutton chop sideburns. His body was hidden under a long black trench coat that flapped behind him like horrible bat wings. She remembered that finger, the long sharp claw extending from the tip, and the curve of an amused smile on his lips, and she blushed.

"Jean, could you come to my office, we have a new guest.". She sent her agreement and caught sight of Ororo moving down the hallway to open and air out a guest room. Jean walked down the stairs, glad that she was the telepath, not the other way around. She didn't want him to know what she'd been thinking about his lips.

She knew what Charles wanted her for, she was the defacto medic around the place. She was actually in her second year of pre-med, having graduated high school early. The Professor arranged for most of her classes and lab work to take place on site. She opened the door.

Charles was sitting behind his desk, but stood as she walked in. Their guest just looked at her from the chair he lounged in.

"Jean, this is Victor Creed. He has asked for help with his mutation. Victor, Jean will help you get settled and start the process for cataloging and analyzing your mutation."

She blushed as she felt his eyes rake up and down her body, and saw the knowing grin on his lips. He slowly stood up and the thought crossed her mind again that he filled a room with his presence. He really wasn't quite as tall as she first thought, nor as broad, but he was still huge.

"If you will follow me." She said softly. Charles kept trying to help her contain her voice, always reminding her to speak softly.

"Sure, doll." He growled at her. She didn't jump, and didn't think she showed any sign of surprise at the animalistic noise. She led him to the elevator door and pushed the button. She stepped inside and pressed the button to the second sub-basement.

"Bring it on, doll" he growled again.

"What?"

"I can smell it, any time you want a ride bring it on, just don't whine if it's rough, I like it that way." He was leering at her again. This time she did some leering back, he must have seen something that startled him, because he backed up a half step. "Got a real fire there, frail. That could be fun."

She bit her tongue and walked out the door as it opened. He followed her to the lab area, she could hear his heavy footsteps echoing off the wall and part of her wanted to use her power to knock him off his feet, and show him what rough was.

Hank was sitting in the office of the lab area.

"Dr. McCoy, this is Mr. Creed. He needs a full workup and genetic scan." Jean said.

"Thank you, My Dear. Here's your homework assignment, and the paper you submitted was excellent." She turned and gave Creed another look over. She concentrated just a little and gave him an intimate telekinetic caress, then squeezed, hard.

"Rough, huh." She said with a slight smile on her lips as she walked out the door. She heard his low growl and allowed herself to laugh out loud at his discomfort. This one would be fun to play with.

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"Scott, has Jean been acting strangely?" Charles asked as they walked through the garden.

"Not really...she's spending a whole lot of time with Hank, but that's for school."

"Aren't you two seeing each other?"

"We went out a couple times, but she's just so wrapped up in her pre-med that she doesn't have time for anything much else." He felt as if Charles were trying to probe his mind. "Since Emma left, I've been lonely, but I can't blame her for wanting to go to school."

"You could too, if you wanted." Charles said, placing a fatherly hand on his shoulder.

"No, I want to help here, besides, there would be too many chances of someone knocking my glasses off." Scott said, his hand brushing against the crystal lenses that allowed him to be able to see without destroying anything in his path. "Since you and Erik..." he stopped. No one discussed the horrible fight between their mentors, and the one thing Jean had confided in him was that she really missed Erik, he seemed to understand her better.

"I doubt that. He doesn't understand her mutation at all." Charles said out loud.

"Do you think she'll ever get her temper under control?" Scott rubbed the back of his head where she'd hit him with a rolling pin the other day, she'd thrown it at him telekinetically and knocked him out.

"Eventually, she's very volatile right now, and I hope that allowing Victor to stay is a good idea."

"Why?"

"I've known Victor a long time, but this is the first time he's come to me for help. He said he's getting out of control, even for him, and he needs me to try to help him keep the feral side repressed for a while." Charles sat down on a bench. Scott sat down next to him.

"Are you alright?"

"Just tired. I'm getting older, Scott." Charles laughed. "In my mind, I'm still twenty, but my body doesn't believe it." Scott chuckled with him.

"How did he keep it controlled before?"

"His brother, they share the mutation, but somehow his brother is able to control it better, and Victor, being the competitive person he is, wouldn't let his little brother be better at anything. But since they are no longer working together, he finds it harder and harder to not act like an animal."

"Why would that be an issue with Jean?" Scott asked.

"She's at an age that she's looking for something...and I have a feeling that there will be more than a few fireworks..." Scott glared at him for a moment. He cared about Jean, she was his friend...he hoped for something more, but she just wasn't ready for that.

"She will have to get her powers under control, and somehow I'm afraid Victor is not going to help with that."

"He'd better not hurt her." Scott said fiercely.

"Its not him hurting her I'm worried about." Charles said, his voice concerned.

Scott couldn't believe that Charles was worried about Jean hurting anyone.