I didn't use Image inducers because they didn't appear in movie-verse.(err..Kinda)

The truth- and other disasters

My legs felt weak when i stand up.

Looking at the hand my real father reached me.

"I'm very happy to meet you...finally", he said also kinda insecure like me-But his smile was honest and open.

So I took his hand slightly hesitating, hoping he wouldn't see how it was shaking.

My hand disappeared literally in his and it was the very first time in my life i felt to have small, girlish hands.

His hand felt odd like a glove, but it was anyway a odd feeling at all, so i tried to ignore that, concentrating on him.

As everyone else who met me first, he noticed my the size and the shape of my Hands. Then he was looking down to the floor at my shoes under my flared pants, who sticked in black decent shoes.

When you're upset you have silly thoughts sometimes.

The only thing i was thinking on at that moment was, if he might have toes like mine. His hands where big but not like mine.

I felt like my head was stuffed with wool. Nothing smart, neither funny came over my lips right now.

I just looked at him.

Silent and kinda helpless.

Mike was the total opposite of me- still fidgety as I never seen him before. And sudden got hurry and forced us out of the room.

Just minutes later, we reached our VW, and while I was crawling at the backseat and strapping myself with the seatbelt,the strange man- who was actually my father, had a hard time to enter the car. It was a bit small and he was a bit stiff as it looked, right now.

"I bet you're get used with other cars", Mike said commiserative, "but our other car is gone by enormous hospital bills"

Mike looked angry when he said that. He pushed the clutch kinda aggressive when he started the car.

No one said any- until Mike even could stand the silence in the car any longer.

"So...you... live in Washington ?", he asked McCoy.

"Not in the District- In Bethesda", my father replied."But I feel lately like living on a airplane, anyway"

Then he turned his head in my direction shaking it in disbelief.

"Thirteen" he murmured in astonishment."You're in the middle school already..."

"Actually..", I blushed because i wasn't very happy at the high school at all- But Mike cut my words:"Middle school? Jeannie is already at the high school. In her sophomore year. She is so smart..." Then he sudden stopped his self, looking a bit insecure at my father-

"Gosh...she got it from you?", he whispered in slight panic and his eyes went wide. "I never thought about that before but...it...it make sense...does it?"

"Mike!" I was furious. How could he dare answer for me?

My father has talked to me. Not to him. And what should be that behavior anyway? He was the professional, wasn't he? He should know, that intelligence had some to do with the surrounding not so much with heredity. At least the most part of it.

I hesitated. Since i was sure Mike must know that.. he might had a reason to think it was in this special case not like this?

What the heck was up with that guy, that everyone was acting so damn strange?

It hasn't took long now until the huge man-my father-was sitting at our kitchen bench, while Mike was reaching him a cup of coffee.

In his huge hands the cup looked like it was made for dolls.

I sat down with a distance at my own place, observing him.

I was confused. He was my father. It made sense- not sense. I got also a coffee- with a lot of milk, while Mike sat down on a chair.

"I couldn't believe it at all, when the notary has phoned me", my father said slowly head shaking and looking on the table.

"I got not the faintest Idea...a daughter- this is very unexpected-"

I was starring in my cup.

"Mom never talked about you also, you know...It was unpleasant for her she said-"

All the time I tried to asked her she was always changing the topic.

"I guess ", she had said along time ago to me,"The last thing your father need is being bothered by us. His life is pretty complicated - even without us."

So I didn't knew anything about him. Not how they met neither how they split- or why.

"When I tell you what his name is" she told me,"you come up with the Idea to find him. I know you"

"Its a pity I haven't seen you growing up, Jeanna.", my father started, "I missed almost all. Your first steps- the day you came to school-Your grandmother- Trish's mom..."

"She is an old woman, you know", said Mike carefully,"She is not get used with such. When Jeanna was born the times where differ. No one actually knew that phenomena. I guess it was quiet shocking for a person like her-"

My father nodded.

"Indeed. If someone knew about anyway. The most people were confused. My own family was also not very amused about it"

Mike looked straight to him.

"Believe me neither for Trish, nor for me was it actually a problem - We loved Jeanna like she is. I do. None of us has ever...thought about the fact she is a mutant-"

Mutant?

I looked terrified at Mike. I couldn't believe, he actually used that term for me. Even the word was a taboo when my mother was alive.

I pushed accidentally my coffee when i jumped up.

"How could you say that?", I yelled at him in anger."If mom was here.."

Mike shake his head in sadness.

"But she isn't Jeanna, she is dead- Look, we got to face it - as you said..."

I jumped at the work disk grabbing kitchen paper.

Oh Yes!

I knew that I'm a mutant.

I was six years old when I heard the word the very first time. I was in the swimming class and I liked it much. Even trough I was not a very gifted swimmer.

One day we got jump from the tower an I stand on the board looking scared in the deep blue water. I was my lifetime afraid of highs since i could remember back. So I hesitated afraid.

Billy who was the next in the row was very impatient, because I didn't even try to jump in the water. I just stand there, not listen to the trainer, neither to the other children, just starring.

My heart was bumping. Finally Billy looses his patience at all. He run behind pushing me into the water. "Just jump you.. dumb mutant..."

I landed with a belly flop in the water.

In the evening i asked my mother what "mutant" might mean.

She took my hands in hers looking at me very serious.

"Where did you get that ugly word from?", she had asked me. I told her the whole story She shook her head.

"Billy said some very mean, Jeanna. I want you never using that word again in this walls."

I wouldn't be me if i hadn't found out soon by myself what that word meant. And I found also out, that Billy was kinda right. Like all the other nice creatures who had used it on me at the High school - but I had promised it to my mom that I would never use it on myself, nor on others.

And on the other hand, i thought, real Mutants had cool abilities. I was just a odd looking freak anyway-

My father was aghast about my reaction.

"Moment- your mother has told you NOT to use that word?", he ask in disbelieve, while Mike obviously tried to hypnotize the kitchen table. Trying not to look at me.

"She didn't like it much, talking about that, you know..", he said lame.

My father shook his head, still disbelieving it and a bold fold appeared at his forehead.

"But how...Jeanna but you are aware that you are a-"

"I know what I am , I'm not as dumb as i look like!" I told him angrily,"Aside that, I hear that word pretty often!"

He nodded in silence gulping as he need a while to accept that.

"Who cares, anyway?" I said glaring at him. That was right now the last thing, I wanted to talk with him about. Lord, i just found my father and all what we were doing,was talking of my genetic Make-up. Cool..I rolled my eyes.

"She didn't know...", murmured Mike sudden.

I glared at Mike in astonishment. Also did my father.

"How could that be...I thought it was obvious-"

Mike was laughing quite hysterical, drumming with his index fingers on the desk.

"Obvious? I just know it, because Trish told me a while ago. I wouldn't have guessed it, if i hadn't known it before..."

"What is going on here?, I asked Mike i dunno?

My father took a deep breath and sighed.

"I cant believe that at all.I thought Trish had wished that masquerade, because of her family and because she wouldn't see her own opening of will in the news, since the press is peaking all the time in my private Life."

"Hello? I ask you some question. What i don't know?"

I was upset.

"Well...", Mike looked insecure at my father, while he was nodding to him slowly, looking serious," see... your father is the Secretary of mutant affairs in Washington."

That was ridiculous.

I folded my arms in front of my chest.

Mike could had also tell me that the guy in our kitchen was Bones from the Enterprise. I hadn't believed it anyway.

McCoy was not a uncommon name. And my father looked not like the secretary... Very different right his face was somehow-

"Don't fool me Mike, who do you think I am? I'm looking the news every day and i know that the secretary is that blue hairy, apish..." I stopped myself looking in my fathers face who had lifted the eyebrows.

"Indeed"

I needed a seat.

Insecure i looked at him. There was no hint of blue fur.

"But...But", I stammered.

"Don't ask me, Jeanna"

Mike was a way to harsh.

"I have no clue what your mom thought, as she had invited him..."

Why my stepfather hasn't said any. Warned me - or such?

I shook my head.

"You don't look like that man! In any case...he-"

He closed his eyes. Sighed and opened them again. Then he fold his hands.

"The merit of modern Make up technique?", he said finally.

"Look, it was the very last will of your mother, that I do that. I have understand it as "possibility" not being official here in Jersey. And you could picture that it might have brought some disquietude to the audit y. I didn't know that you had no Idea...I'm really sorry for that"

He open the cuff links and somewhere the hand just ended like a glove- behind it was just blue fur.

"It IS indeed ridiculous, Jeanna-just a mask"

I nodded starring at his arm.

No bad joke.

Obviously.

It took a moment until the truth had reached with all it consequences the last corner of my brain.

And then sudden i thought about my hair.

Of course it could be still a delusion...but in front of me sat a man who actually had blue..hair...blue fur.

"Are you- born like that?", asked carefully playing with a stroke of my hair.

He shook his head.

"Its was...something like an accident. I was experimenting with a drug. Its a long story- To be honest it might be one of the reasons, your mom and me got split..."

So just delusion?

So you didn't had some...well- you know what- with each other after this- accident?"

"Jeannette!" Mike shouted out, terrified.

But my father looked confused -like he was hit by cold wet cloth.

"Don't you think that question is pretty intimate, since we know us just about a few hours?", he asked me.

My stomach went again upside down.

"I'm actually not really interested about your love-life..Its just-"

I took a deep breath.

"How high is the possibility I haven't just inherit your Limbs, but-"

He snorted just a bit.

"If that is your only fear, Jeannette, I can promise you that it would be very improbable, that could happen..."

"Well if you think so..." i answered gruff jumping from the bench, fleeing upstairs to my room.

With a amazing jump over table- i had never expect from him- he followed me. But i was faster. Closing the door in front of his nose, turning the key around.

Somewhere, I knew for sure, I had some make-up mirror. It was a gift of Mikes elder sister.

Drawing out in hectic the drawer of my commode. The very last one I just turned around on the ground grabbing for the small plastic thing. I took the mirror in my hand, closing my eyes.

"Jeannette Louise Tilby just open the door!", Mike yelled from outside knocking hard on my door.

I clenched my teeth and opened the small mirror carefully. Then I opened my eyes, looking with a bumping heart to my hairline.

I hadn't been delusional at all. My hair- just a bit of it near the head was clearly blue. Without a doubt. No mistake.

"Jeannette", it was my father knocking on the door.

"Hook it!", I yelled furious throwing bewildered the mirror against the door. It felt down and split in many pieces,"Especially you, Hank McCoy- I never want to see you again. Go to hell and tell some people who are already old enough to Vote your damn lies-"

Tears where bursting out of my eyes.

"If that is your only fear, Jeannette, i can promise you that it would be very improbable that such could ever happen..." i copied him furious.

I stand up and throw myself on the bed.

Out there it was astonishing quiet.

If only my mother would be here. She would knew what to do. What to say.. I so missed her.

"Jeanna, when some has happen - we just can find out, if you come out now...", my father was obviously honestly concerned.

"I don't know", I sniffed back.

"Maybe you're just...overacting. May being concerned for something never happen -We may find together a logical explain- for everything?"

I finally stand up slowly opened the door.

"Jeanna", Mike yelled "Jeanna what are you doing?"

I looked at him, biting on my lip.

"Oh Mike-" i whispered

I showed them my hair. In silence and shocked they stand both just there.

"You could see it, can you?"

My father nodded apprehensive struggling for stance.

"But Trish said...", started Mike insecure and in disbelieve.

Hank tried to force himself to awkward-ed smile, coming out more like a grimace. "I guess she had replaced it pretty successfully..."

I slide slowly on the wall to the ground.

What would that mean for me for my future, my life?

"Does it means...just that my hair went blue?", I asked,"or... does it mean-Isn't there any way to find out?", I sighed.

I squat that i could hold myself with my knuckles looking at Hank.

He looked at me very scared.

"There is of course a way to find that out. Would it mind you stand up, PLEASE?", he asked terrified glaring at me.

Totally irritated I stand up from the ground.

What had i done wrong, now?