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"Freaks and Angels."

"I'm really glad you guys got a chance to visit! I really missed you!" Jean said excitedly as she led her mother and older sister to the large double doors of the mansion. Her father had already said his goodbyes to his youngest daughter and left to bring the car around.

"Yes Jean dear, we've all missed you too." Elaine Grey's words were sincere but at the moment she was too distracted searching through her purse for her sunglasses.

"Hopefully you can all come back soon," Jean's smile grew wider. "I'm not making any promises but by then I'm sure I'll be able to levitate you guys wherever we go." She giggled but stopped as her mother turned around.

"Jean please." Her mother's voice was stern and the smile slowly fell from her lips. "We're all very proud of your progress we are but," She continued in hushed tones. "We didn't send you here to become a better…mutant." Elaine spat the word as if it was something broken and dirty. Jean cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowed into confusion. "We just want you to be able to control it Jean, we don't want it to hurt you anymore. And then you can come home and enjoy a normal life."Elaine now spoke with a lighter voice as if to soften the blow that she had just delivered to her teenage daughter.

Who for the entire weekend was under the impression that her family was finally past fearing her and hating her for not being normal.

"She can't help it mom." Sara had now spoken up, she had been quiet much of this weekend. "It's who she is."A small smile had started to reappear on Jean's face at the thought that her big sister was finally protecting her, finally standing up for her the way she did before Jean's powers had emerged."She can control it, her powers, but she can't control the fact that she's a freak."

All smiles had finally left Jean's face.

"And you and dad keep dragging me here so that you can see if she's changed yet. But she hasn't and she won't." Sara turned towards her mother and pointed at Jean. "So get a good look mom, that's who Jean is and who she is always going to be, a freak. And you're not going to keep forcing me to come here and realize every time that my baby sister is gone and she's never coming back!" Sara shouted and ran off, obviously on the verge of tears but tears had already started to run down Jean's face.

"Sara!" Elaine started to run after her oldest daughter but stopped just before the door, remembering that she had another daughter who at the present moment was feeling her heart breaking into pieces.

Elaine offered her a look of sympathy and maybe apologies as she continued to run after Sara, she might as well had of trampled over Jean on the way out.

The door slammed shut and Jean, who was left there alone and forgotten flinched at the sound. She stared at the closed the door, for once her mind was numb and no thoughts, not even her own, ran through it. She just stood there, dazed.

The silence would have her think she was alone but behind her stood a winged boy who had witnessed the entire thing when he had only wanted to come down for a soda, maybe a sandwich. His knuckles were white as he gripped the banister of the stairs. His eyebrows turned down and the corners of his lips turned up in a snarl of disgust at the pitiful woman Jean's mother was and the hateful little child that was supposed to be her older sister. Warren's heart burned in anger for Jean and he wanted to walk directly outside, his chest bare and his wings spread as far as they could go and tell the women of the Grey family exactly where they could go.

They didn't deserve a daughter like Jean, but while he wished them into the worst situations he couldn't for the life of him bring himself to move. He was glued there in his anger staring at Jean's back as she stared at the door.

It seemed like forever to Jean, she just couldn't process what had just happened but still she tried to blink away the pain and numbly shuffled away from the door.

Jean had gone directly to the roof of the mansion; she sat on the ledge over looking the mansion grounds just wanting to be alone. Maybe on weaker days she would have other thoughts once met by the heights and fresh air but that wasn't today.

Today she had been hurt. Hurt to her soul, hurt to the core of her being but she wasn't weak, she would never be weak again.

But she just couldn't stop the tears from finding their way out of her eyes, revealing themselves to the world. She sighed to herself and replayed her sisters words through her head again. She was always going to be freak and there wasn't a thing she could do to change that. Jean hugged her knees to her chest and rested her chin a top of them. Squeezing her eyes shut more tears came pouring out. She inhaled her whimpers but couldn't stop Sara's words from echoing loudly in her mind.

However only seconds later she felt the sun being blocked from her face and slowly opened her red eyes to be met by a blue eyed winged boy. Something about Warren's facial expression was unsure as he stared at her. Jean started to turn away when he reached out and touched her face. Jean was startled and at first flinched away but then relaxed.

She had never known a touch more gentle in her life.

Looking back at him as he wiped the tears away from her face she felt like crying all over again. Warren moved his hand down and placed it on Jean's neck, his thumb gently rubbing at her smooth skin. He cocked his head to the side and he smiled at her.

"It's okay Jean, it doesn't matter. Because you are one of the best people I know and I will always love you." His words were like heaven on her broken heart and before she knew it she was being pulled from her place on the ledge. Jean buried her head into Warren's neck and held onto him just as tight as he was holding onto her.

You have no idea how good feels to be held be an angel 60 feet off the ground.