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To my reviewers:

Nienna Rose- thank you for the critique! I'll keep that stuff in mind!

Azremi16- I'm so glad you like it! It means a lot to hear that, and I love the O5 too. Favs. I wish they'd made a movie just about them.

dead-raccoons- I'm so so happy you think they're cute. I mean, I think they're cute, but I'm biased. And I checked out your fic, well done! I sure hope to see Warren soon!

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Whisperings.

She could hear everything everyone was thinking, at every moment of every day. She already knew more about each of the guys than any of them knew about each other. Henry would warm up to them with time, and would maybe become the most talkative of them all, aside from Bobby perhaps. Scott spent a lot of time thinking about fire, and how her hair was the closest thing he'd seen to color since putting on those glasses. Warren tried to put on a brave face around them, but he'd really only flown twice before, ever, and neither time had turned out well. Bobby lost a bet two years ago and had to dye his hair pink as a result, and he actually liked it… sorta.

There was almost no point in actually talking to them, and Jean hated that about herself.

Jean thought the table was too long. There were only six of them, and they took up a fraction of the available space. Despite Scott's valiant attempts to sit next to her during dinner, he'd stopped to pull her chair out for her, and Warren had swiped the seat. Scott settled to sit across from her, both of them next to the professor, who sat at the head of the table. Jean loved the professor already. He was a telepath- just like she was. He'd been in contact with her for a few days before visiting her parents at her house to inform them about the school. They weren't like Warren's parents. They'd wanted the best for her, and the best for her was putting her with the professor. He would teach her to control her telepathy, so she wouldn't have to hear everyone's random thoughts.

I wonder if the dog likes cauliflower. Wait, there's a dog here, right? If there isn't a dog here, what am I doing here? Maybe I'll adopt one for the Prof. I really hate cauliflower. It's like moldy broccoli.

Bobby was currently staring at his plate, seemingly concentrated on something important. Jean held back a snicker, covering her mouth with a hand. If only everyone else knew how funny Bobby really was…

What does it mean when she smiles like that?

Scott was looking at her through those ruby red glasses. When he noticed that she caught him, he was suddenly very invested in his food.

Jean liked all of the guys. Of course, being able to hear what they were thinking all the time was… interesting. She knew Scott and Warren were both interested in her, which was amusing. She liked both of them, though they were both a little obvious about it, not to mention they'd only met a few hours before. Bobby and Henry were a little different. Bobby was younger than the rest, a little broken, but still amazed by everything around him. Jean loved that about him- she could see how he saw everything, and it made her more optimistic. Henry was curious. About everything. About their mutations and their purpose and all of the genes that made up each of them. Jean knew that Xavier had promised a full-size science lab to Henry when he got here, and secretly, Jean was looking forward to using it as well.

"I trust you're getting settled in," Professor Xavier said. He didn't have any food in front of him, electing instead to use this time to ask them questions and inform them about the school.

"Yessir, Prof. Everything's great," Bobby affirmed. Jean knew he came really close to asking if there was a pet in the mansion.

"Yes, the accommodations are quite suitable," Henry agreed. She sensed his amazement at the sheer size of their boarding school.

"Everything's beautiful," Warren added. Jean could feel his eyes on her. She could also feel Scott trying not to roll his eyes behind those glasses.

"Thank you, and you can thank Ms. Lafitte for dinner," the Professor said. She'll be doing the cooking and housekeeping during the school year. I recommend that you take tonight to get settled in, and get to bed earlier than you want to." He raised an eyebrow. "Class starts at seven tomorrow."

No one said anything, but Jean heard a collective groan from the four boys at the table. She didn't mind waking up early. It was worth it to be here. Jean wished her parents would grow to love mutants as much as she already did- they were misinformed about the dangers of mutantkind. Jean certainly wasn't dangerous.

"What are we going to be studying here, Professor?" Henry asked. Jean could tell he could barely refrain from raising his hand before the question.

"Well, I'm hoping to look into some mutant history, and with your help, discuss some of the reasons our current society doesn't accept mutants for what they are. With any luck, we might be able to change their minds." His face remained open, but Jean heard something whispering at her from behind a wall he'd put up. Something important.

She didn't think long before asking. "Why else are we here? There's something else."

Xavier looked at her. She couldn't sense any evil intent… nothing that meant he wanted to harm them. But that didn't mean harm couldn't come to them.

His gaze shifted to the rest of the table. "I'll show you to the rest of the mansion."

He hummed his chair away from the table. The rest of them stood awkwardly, shooting wary glances at each other. Something was amiss.

The Professor explained as he went. "An old colleague of mine has been gathering a team of mutants of his own. Unfortunately, all he wants is revenge. Revenge on the humans, revenge on myself, unfortunately. And he wishes for mutantkind to rule over the rest of the world as the dominant species." He led them down a corridor that looked more futuristic than the rest of the building, all metals and strong, new materials that probably had names starting with poly.

He stopped when they reached a large set of double doors. "This is the Danger Room, where you will be training to fight using your mutant powers for good- and to save mutant and humankind alike."

Fight? But Jean certainly wasn't dangerous.

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And again, I'm so so sorry it's that short... sometimes it's easier to read a short chapter though.