Random thought that appeared in my head. Also I suck at typing accents because it bugs me to type like that so you wil have to hear the accent in your head.
Disclaimer: I don't want to be stabbed by adamantium claws so I will not lie and say I own them.
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"She's completely depressed again Professor. I don't know how to help her," Jean Grey expressed.
"Yes I have noticed this too. Would you mind bringing her up here? I think I might know how to help."
"Of course." The professor sat patiently as he waited for Jean to bring the young girl up. Soon there was a knock on his door. "Come in."
"Dr. Grey said you wanted to see me sir."
"Ah yes Rogue. You have seemed quite depressed lately. What has been bothering you? I can help if you let me."
"Well it's just I can't seem to get control of my mutation. It is rather annoying and upsetting that I am the only one."
"That is where you are wrong dear."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me show you." He touched some exposed skin. She jerked back as soon as she felt the pull, but it wasn't fast enough suddenly everyone's thoughts bombarded her head. Soon the Professors voice cut through. Don't worry I will sort the voices. I just want you to hear a few.
Soon only one voice at a time could be heard.
If only I could stop phasing every time I kiss someone. Not to mention it would be nice to wake up in my bed.
Great another pair of shorts ruined. I hate wet dreams. Not to mention the fact that my mutation makes them worse by freezing it to my clothes.
Wow sleeping is so uncomfortable. I wish there was a way to make these disappear at night. I mean flying is great, but they can get painful.
I wonder if anyone noticed that snow storm last week. I hope not I'm supposed to be completely in control.
Lugging this metal around is a pain. Not to mention living forever. I mean really who wants to watch everyone they care about grow old and die only to know they will never follow.
Dang I wish I could control this fire better. Why can't I anyway? It's not like I haven't been practicing.
See Rogue no one is really in control. They are all still trying. You are not alone. They do understand wanting to be able to control it. Let us in. We can help.
Thank you professor. Am I free to go?
Yes Rogue.
She ran off happier than she had been in quite some time. Jean walked back into the room, "What did you say to her Professor?"
"Oh I just let her know she isn't as alone as she thinks she is."