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telepathic or thinking

talking

note from me

Jean stood up and put her hands on Scott's shoulders, massaging them comfortingly, "You did nothing of the sort, and I won't hear any arguments on it. What happened was a tragic accident? I'm sure Alex knows that."

Lorna elbowed Alex in the ribs and he jumped, "Yeah...sure."

"She was...she was just a baby. Having to grow up without her family. That's awful! I hated her and she still adored me. Why? I hurt her and she must have known how I felt," Scott cried, looking up at Jean.

Jean knelt down beside his chair, "She knew because deep down you really did love her, no matter how much you hated the attention she was now receiving."

The silence that filled the room chilled them all down to their bones. Lorna decided to fill it, "It's Alex's birthday today! He's 17 now! Let's go do something fun!"

All three of them shot her glares so extreme it would have melted small children, "Okay, okay, it was just a thought."

"Jean, can you work Cerebro?"

"Yes, but it's not nearly as strong as the Professor and I'm not as skilled with my telepathy as he is," Jean explained, letting go of her grip on her boyfriend's shoulders.

Despite her frequent and rather loud protests, they all ended up in the silver, rounded room called Cerebro. Jean held the silver, gleaming helmet above her head, "If I start screaming..."

"We'll pull you away as quick as we can," Alex said holding Lorna's hand as they sat on the floor.

Jean started lowering the helmet, but Scott grabbed one of her wrists, "You don't have to do this. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I'll only get hurt if I strain myself. You need to relax your mind so I can follow the similar brainwaves," Jean explain. "I'll be fine Scott!"

Consenting, barely, he sat down on the cool metal floor and relaxed his brain. Jean, satisfied with the relaxation she felt with the two minds of the brothers, nodded for Lorna to leave. She did.

As soon as Jean put the helmet on she felt doors opening to explore the planets' psychic field. It was like looking at the minds of the entire mutant population under a magnifying glass all at the same time. She focused, but not too hard, on Scott and Alex and found the matches in their brainwave signatures.

Relax and expand your minds guys! At least try to make this easier!

Sure thing Jeannie.

Don't call me Jeannie, Xander!

Whatever.

Alex, this isn't relaxing. Jean, this isn't searching.

Sorry!

Jean focused on the similarities and where those similarities flowed to, she followed as a hitchhiker. She could feel the energy draining out of her like water in the shower. The flow kept bringing her to North America so she blocked out the rest of the world population. Then she focused on the United States of America. Would have been a obvious decision for anyone else just to go straight there, but honestly, no one can ever be too sure.

Jean focused on those similarities for what felt like forever before a tiny spike came up in the Northern Midwest. Closer inspection brought her to the state of Ohio, near Cleveland. She focused a little harder and was suddenly thrust into a sea of thoughts she couldn't break out of.

Scott looked up as he heard a strangled cry. Almost making his heart stop, he saw Jean clutching the helmet, her mouth open in a silent scream, but she lacked the strength to pull the helmet off. He didn't. He ripped it off her head, and caught her as she fell into his arms, holding her close and rubbing small, soothing circles into her back, murmuring to her loving words to give her the strength.

Her eyelids flicked open, "Hey Slim."

"Hey yourself Red," Scott smiled. "What was that?"

Her face got a happy glint, "I found your sister."

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