In large room filled with thousands of books on shelves all around the room
Jean Grey sits alone on a large leather couch raped up in a warm and aged
handmade quilt. Jean stair deeply into the fire that dimly burns in the
old Victorian style fire place and Jean's rich brown eyes began to fill
with tears as she thinks about her parents. Shoving her face into the large
blanket that her mother made her when she was fourteen, Jean began to try
and to think of happier times at the institute. But she could not remove
the thoughts of her parents. Who was she? After knowing what she had just
learned she couldn't, she didn't know who she really was.
While Jean was smothering her self into her blanket Scott opens the room to the mansion's library, "Jean," Scott said with a stern voice as her ran over to her, "What's the matter?"
"Oh Scott." Jean said as her eyes once again filled with tears, "Scott," Jean fell into Scott's arms crying.
Scott ran his fingers threw Jeans soft hair as he held her closely, "What is it Jean?"
"It's my parents." Jean lifted her head and looked deeply into Scott's face.
"What? What about them." Scott muttered with great concern.
"Their not." Jean began to cry once again into Scott's strong arms.
"What do you mean?"
"Their not my real parents." Jean began to stop crying and began to think once again, "I walked into Blast's room because I was looking for Amber and they were playing around on the Internet. They were hacking into files about families. I wasn't mad at them. I was filled with excitement actually. I said I would tell the professor if I could sneak a peck at my family's thing. I checked it out and I wasn't on there. So I had Blast dig deeper when we came to an orphanage," Jean stopped and rubbed her eyes, "It said that I was adopted."
As Jean began to cry again Scott delicately lifted her head up with his finger, "That doesn't mean anything."
"But Scott, I went to talk to the Professor and we had a long talk and he said that I was indeed adopted. My parents told him that I was, and he told me that if I ever found out that I should go visit my parents and talk to them about it. I called and I'm going tomorrow, but my mother said it was true, she broke down crying when she was telling me. So I'll be leaving tomorrow morning and I'll probably be away all week. Scott, I want you to come with me."
Scott slightly whispered, "Jean," as he held her closer then he ever has before.
While Jean was smothering her self into her blanket Scott opens the room to the mansion's library, "Jean," Scott said with a stern voice as her ran over to her, "What's the matter?"
"Oh Scott." Jean said as her eyes once again filled with tears, "Scott," Jean fell into Scott's arms crying.
Scott ran his fingers threw Jeans soft hair as he held her closely, "What is it Jean?"
"It's my parents." Jean lifted her head and looked deeply into Scott's face.
"What? What about them." Scott muttered with great concern.
"Their not." Jean began to cry once again into Scott's strong arms.
"What do you mean?"
"Their not my real parents." Jean began to stop crying and began to think once again, "I walked into Blast's room because I was looking for Amber and they were playing around on the Internet. They were hacking into files about families. I wasn't mad at them. I was filled with excitement actually. I said I would tell the professor if I could sneak a peck at my family's thing. I checked it out and I wasn't on there. So I had Blast dig deeper when we came to an orphanage," Jean stopped and rubbed her eyes, "It said that I was adopted."
As Jean began to cry again Scott delicately lifted her head up with his finger, "That doesn't mean anything."
"But Scott, I went to talk to the Professor and we had a long talk and he said that I was indeed adopted. My parents told him that I was, and he told me that if I ever found out that I should go visit my parents and talk to them about it. I called and I'm going tomorrow, but my mother said it was true, she broke down crying when she was telling me. So I'll be leaving tomorrow morning and I'll probably be away all week. Scott, I want you to come with me."
Scott slightly whispered, "Jean," as he held her closer then he ever has before.