Ok folks. This is my first fanfic. Let's see. Disclaimers. I don't own X-men or Marvel or anything like that. But Reagan is my. I invented her, so there. I am not making any money off of this blah, blah, blah . . . You know the drill. Nothing Illegal is going on. At least not to my knowledge. Please don't take a copy of it somewhere with out asking permission first. Thanks, and enjoy!
The phone rang in the hallway of the Institute and Dr. Jean Grey sighed as it continued to ring. Once again everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else to answer it. The lights in her office flickered in time with the thunder rumbling outside her dark rain lashed window, and she shoved herself away from her desk to answer the persistent ringing, wishing they would get an answering machine. Of course the phone didn't ring all that often she reflected, because the Institute's number was unlisted for a good reason. The fewer people who knew what really went on in Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters the better. She reached the hallway just in time to see Scott rush to the phone and pick it up. She sighed again and headed back to her office. Didn't anyone realize that she had important work to do tonight? Papers to correct and letters to write to all the senators hoping to convince them that forcing Mutants to register was no better than the voting tests in the south of the 1960's.
"Hey Jean! Wait! It's for you." Scott sounded confused. "How come you never told me you had a cousin with powers before?" He sounded slightly accusing.
Jean frowned. "That's because I didn't know I had a cousin with powers. I'm the youngest in the family and no one older than me had them. Give me that phone. This must be a joke of some kind."
"Well actually, no Jeanie it isn't a joke."
"Reagan? Is that you? Wha- what are you talking about? How did you get this number?"
"Yes Jeanie it is me," said the happy voice from the other side. You're mom gave me the number when I started complaining about some of the things I've been seeing and feeling. My mom thought I was nuts until she talked to Auntie Lou. Isn't that wonderful? Now we can finally catch up after all these years!"
"Reagan that is wonderful! Where are you? Do you need someone to come and get you?"
"Actually I'm already here. I just need someone to open the gate. Yes I know it's a surprise. I can see the look on your face. Literally."
Jean frowned. "What do you mean literally?"
"I mean I can see through walls and other stuff too. That's my power. Oh and I have another one too but it's kind of odd, so I'll tell you about it later. You are going to let me in aren't you?" Reagan sounded hopeful.
Jean's mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she could talk again. "Well yes, I'll let you in. hold on I'll be right there!" She hung up the phone and glanced at Scott. "That was my cousin Reagan. She's coming to stay. I haven't seen her in years! Come on lets go open the gate. Hurry!" She called, and went running down the hall. Scott made sure to grab an umbrella and rushed off after her.