Screams, Sobs and Pleas

It took him two days but Scott finally arrived at the mansion. His work hadn't been willing to cut him any slack in letting him leave early so he had sent Jean and his daughter ahead knowing the sooner Jessica started working with the Professor the better it would be for everyone. She had been wandering into his mind and her mother's mind and this had been sending Jean off the edge. Fights between the two had broken out on a few occasions and it took everything Scott had to remind Jean that Jessica was only five years old. He had been the one to recommend that they contact the Professor and thankfully Jean had agreed.

Scott knew that Jean had attended Bayville Elementary for grades seven and eight while he himself had never attended the school. He wondered how his daughter's first two days of kindergarten had gone. Had she made any friends? Had she accidentally wandered into others minds? Better yet, what did she think of her new home? Scott was so lost in thought that he almost hit Rogue as she was walking to her van. "SCOTT!" Rogue threw her hands up and out praying that he saw her.

Scott slammed on his brakes, "Oh God Rogue, are you alright? Did I hit you? Please tell me you are okay!"

"Ah, Ah'm fine." Scott gave a sigh of relief before Rogue cracked, "Good Gawd! Neither ya or Jean should be allowed t' drive!"

Scott blinked in bewilderment, "Huh, what do you mean?"

"Ah mean tha' ya wife ran meh off the driveway the firs' day she arrived an' now ya are tryin' t' hit a pedestrian!"

Scott gave another sigh, "Rogue, I wasn't trying to hit you, I just got lost in thought." 'Oh shit, that's not good. The Prof. might take my license away.' "Rogue, I am really sorry. Do you know..."

"Where Jean is," she finished for him. "Ya, she should be comin' out t' ya car t' get Jessica, as long as ya don' hit 'er."

"Rogue..."

Rogue didn't pay any more attention to Scott, she had a bunch of kids to pick up.

Just as Rogue hopped in her van Jean came out of the mansion and stopped dead in her tracks. There in the garage was her new dark blue mini van. "Scott? SCOTT!" Jean ran over as Scott stepped out of the van.

"Jean! Oh Jean, I've missed you so much." Jean threw her arms around him. "How is everything? How is Jess adjusting? Has the Professor started working with her yet?" Scott squeezed his questions in inbetween kisses.

The two were cut off by a blaring horn. Rogue stuck her head out the window and hollered, "'Scuse meh love birds bu' Ah need t' ge' mah kids fr'm school an' Ah don' wanna run ya ova." Truthfully she didn't care if she hit them seeing as she had almost been killed by both of them in the past three days. However she decided that she would be the better person and give them fair warning to get out of the way.

Scott and Jean moved swiftly out of the way so that Rogue could pull out without hitting them and then Jean turned to Scott, "We should go too or we will be late picking up Jess, come on." On that note Jean slid into the passenger's seat of the mini van and Scott jumped back in the drivers side wheeling a very poorly parked mini van around and sped off after Rogue towards the school.

When they arrived at the kindergarten fence none of them saw their children, even Luke was absent and Rogue knew she had seen him in the morning. "Mrs. Mayble," Rogue called, "Where are Tristan an' Sean?"

"I will be with you in one moment Mrs. LeBeau." Kylee continued to dismiss her class until Rogue, Jean, Scott and Ben Hall were the only parents left waiting. Kylee then turned to the anxious parents, "If you would please follow me inside I would like to have a word with you before you pick up your children. They are all waiting in the classroom with the Principal."

Rogue felt sick again, Jean was angry and Ben was a mix of both. The adults stood in the pod and waited. "I didn't send your children out due to a squabble right before the bell."

"A squabble," Ben Hall piped up, "There has to be more to it than just a simple squabble, kids have them all the time."

Kylee waited for Mr. Hall to finish before she continued. "Yes, there is more Mr. Hall." Kylee turned to Jean and Scott. The way the man held himself reminded her of Jessica and the way Mrs. Summers held his hand she figured this had to be Jessica's father. None the less she chose to address Jean just to be on the safe side. "Mrs. Summers, your daughter threw one of the LeBeau boys across the room at the end of the day."

Rogue's face was furious but she did her best to remain focused.

"Mrs. LeBeau, your other son removed one of his gloves and told Miss Summers that he was going to put her in a coma for hurting his brother. We call that a verbal threat Mrs. LeBeau, even kindergartener's can be suspended for making threats."

She then turned to Mr. Hall, "Mr. Hall, your son decided that he was going to get involved and told the un-gloved LeBeau boy he would 'melt his ugly face' if he tried to put Miss Summers into a coma. Due to the fact that your sons mutation causes him to melt objects this had to be considered a threat." Kylee Mayble looked at all the parents in front of her. "I had to inform you of this incident as I would any, however there are some forms I need you to read and sign saying that you understand what I have told you and that this is the first warning towards a suspension. If they get to a third warning they are suspended for a day."

Kylee looked at the angry stoney expressions on the parents faces and their stiffened bodies. She continued, "I hate to see this happen so early in a child's life, I hate to see it happen at all." Kylee looked pained as if she had somehow failed. "Would you please follow me to get the forms."

Rogue, Jean, Scott and Ben followed Mrs. Mayble to the far side of the classroom away from their children. After reading the papers stating that they understood that this was their child's, or for Rogue, children's first warning they signed the papers and Kylee had them copied. Once the adults had a copy of the letter they were allowed to collect their children.

Rogue looked at Tristan and Sean. Tristan had a bag of ice held to his head where a goose egg had started to emerge. Sean had a hole in his shirt but other than that seemed unharmed. The boys looked up at their mother, "Ge' ready, now."

The twins scampered off to get their coats and back packs. Neither Sean or Tristan had changed their shoes so fast in their entire lives. The look in their mother's eyes read death.

Jean looked at her daughter, "Why," was all she asked furry in her face.

Jessica shrugged, "They weren't listening so I got their attention."

Jean was seconds away from loosing it so Scott asked the next question, "What about Mrs. Mayble? Why did you pelt her with the hard foam blocks?"

Jessica looked at her father, "That wasn't my fault. She shouldn't have stepped in the way."

"JESSICA! You don't use your gift that way EVER! Get your things. As soon as we get home you are to go strait to your room, are we clear."

"Yes mother." Jessica responded with such a bitter bite that Scott wasn't sure this was his daughter. Jean on the other hand knew exactly who this girl was, a spitting image of herself before her days at the Institute. Jessica grabbed her bag and coat without bothering to put them on and headed to the mini van.

"Luke! What on earth got you involved?" Ben had sensed a cold hatred between the two women. Clearly Mrs. Summers was from Mrs. LeBeau's past and he did not need his son caught in a tangled web of hatred.

Luke looked at his father, "I like that girl, she's tough!"

Mr. Hall wasn't expecting this answer but quickly recomposed himself looking at his son a stern expression on his face as he spoke, "Luke, listen to me carefully. I don't trust that girl. She is throwing people around and hurting your teacher, I think you should stay away from her, she isn't safe."

Luke held up his gloved hands, "I'm not safe neither Daddy! What makes her different than me?"

Ben got down to his son's level so they could be eye to eye, "Because, you know how to be safe Luke, I don't think she does. Now, go and get your things, your mother will be wondering were we are."

Alison, Quinn and Amy were waiting out back by the playground for what seemed like forever. Rogue was never this late picking them up. "Dey prob'ly f'rgot somet'in'", Alison said not believing her own words. However right now any excuse was better then not knowing anything.

Suddenly Amy spotted the three walking towards the yard. "I see them!"

"Finally," Quinn muttered. She looked in the same direction as Amy as the group slowly approached the waiting girls. Quinn quickly grabbed her bag off the ground and elbowed her sister.

"Ow, wha' was tha'...neva mind!" Alison and Amy followed Quinn's suit grabbing their bags as fast as they could and made a beeline towards Rogue and the boys. The look in Rogue's eyes read murder and the three girls were not going to get caught in the crossfire.

As the group approached the van the girls swiftly hopped in the back and took their seats. They did not know what had happened but were certain that they would hear about it.

Back at the Institute Jean slammed the door of her mini van closed with a 'BANG!' This did not phase Jessica in the slightest. She merely sat there in her seat as if she had done nothing wrong. 'Well at least I don't care that I did something wrong,' she thought.

Jean opened the side door, "Get out." Jessica slid gracefully out of her seat and mentally reached for her backpack. Jean whipped it out of her hands with her own mind glaring at her daughter. "Don't even think about using your power. After the stunt you pulled today our family will be lucky to wake up alive tomorrow! Now go to your room, your father and I will be there shortly."

Jessica looked over at her father who held a very serious face. She then looked back at her mother who was still fuming. "Fine." This was the only response she gave as she marched to the side door of the garage, into the mansion and up the stairs without a single hello to anyone she passed.

Rogue screeched the van to a halt causing it to rock slightly and then turned it off. She turned her head to look behind her, "Ya two," she addressed the boys, "righ' t' ya room. The rest o' ya, homework."

Everyone got out of the van Rogue grabbing the two backpacks that belonged to the young twins. The five children filed inside the oldest ones heading to the Library while Tristan and Sean headed up to their room heads lowered.

Charles watched as the two passed by him without saying a word. He looked beside him, "Something tells me it was not a good day."

Ororo looked at the Professor and then at the two boys dragging themselves up the high flight of stairs. "What gave you that impression Charles? The slamming doors? The slumping up the stairs?" She closed her eyes tightly as voices begun to get louder and louder. "Or the yelling in the garage?"

Charles sighed, "How about all of the above?" "Magnus, could you please see what is going on in the garage?"

"Certainly Charles."

When Erik made it inside the garage he was greeted by a screaming match. "'OW THE HELL IS IT MAH BOYS FAULT?! YA GAL ADMITTED T' THROWIN' TRISTAN 'CROSS THE ROOM AN' PELTIN' THE TEACHER WITH BLOCKS!"

"WELL THEY MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO MAKE HER ANGRY OR SHE WOULDN'T HAVE ACTED OUT!"

"THEY'RE KIDS JEAN! O' COURSE THE'RE GONNA ACT OU'!"

"CLEARLY YOURS DO, THREATENING TO PUT MY JESSICA IN A COMA!"

"AN' YOUR'S TOSSIN' PEOPLE AN' OBJECTS 'ROUND DON' COUNT AS ACTIN' OUT!"

Erik cleared his throat, "Hum, ladies."

They whipped their heads around to look at him and he was greeted by two screams of, "WHAT?" "WHA'?"

Magnito turned his hands palms up and Rogue's motorcycle and Jean's mini van were instantly hovering in the air. Rogue's heart lept, "No, not mah bike!"

Erik looked at the two women, "I suggest that you two have a cool down period."

Rogue's eyes were bugging out of her head. "Yes, fine, please Magnito, put mah bike down gently!"

He looked at her and nodded placing Rogue's motorcycle carefully back on the garage floor.

Jean snorted looking over at Rogue, "Pathetic." Jean's mini van came crashing down inches from the ground. "NO!" She turned her attention to Magnito, "Why did you do that?!"

Magnito stared back at her, "It is still in tact Jean Summers. Now, are you going to take some time to cool off?"

"Like I have a choice." Magnito laughed. Jean was not amused, "I don't see what's so damn funny Magnito!"

Erik laughed again, "Oh no, now you sound like her."

"Like who?!" Jean was getting frustrated. Her van was still hovering a few inches off the garage floor and now Magnito was laughing at her.

"If you must know my dear, you sound like Rogue."

Rogue's jaw fell wide open while Jean's face turned a mix of purple and red. Suddenly Rogue burst out laughing, "Oh mah Gawd, he's right! It's a sad day when ya turn inta meh Jean Summers." On that note Rogue entered the mansion laughing. Scott hit Jean on the back forcing her to cough allowing oxygen into her lungs causing her face to return to its normal colour.

After a moment of being stunned from Magnio's comment, Rogue's laughter and Scott slapping her on the back Jean finally spoke, "Please put my van down Erik."

He gave a nod, "Gladly, it was getting a little heavy." He placed the mini-van back on the garage floor smiling and re-entered the mansion leaving Scott and Jean in a stunned silence.

As Rogue walked down the hall she heard someone clear their throat from behind her. She took a deep calming breath before turning around to face the head of the household, "Ya Professor?"

"Rogue, I don't want to push your buttons but I must know what happened in the garage."

Rogue's jaw tightened, "Ya could 'ear us, huh."

Charles nodded a stern expression on his face, "Crystal clear."

"Then ya know tha' Jean's kid beat up Tristan. Sean wen' t' protect 'is brother threatenin' t' put Jessica inta a coma, an' the boy that can melt objects put a hole in Sean's shirt threatinein' to melt 'is face." Rogue in hailed attempting to remain calm.

"Good lord!" Storm was stunned by this news and the Professor's look changed to a mix of concern and disapproval.

Rogue recognized this look, she had gotten it on several occasions growing up here. Rogue looked over at Storm, "Oh Ah know an' it ge's better."

"Why do I think when you say better you really mean worse?"

Rogue jumped slightly turning her head swiftly to the right to see Mystique and Logan walking quietly towards the trio Erik gliding silently behind them. 'How the hell was her mother so quiet?' She sighed, "They got their firs' warnin' o' a suspension."

"In Kindergarten?!"

"Yep, 'pparently it don' matter 'ow old, ya are, if ya make a threat o' any kind, physical or verbal ya ge' marked."

Charles rubbed his chin deep in thought, "I see. I understand Jessica's first notice and Sean's, but why was Tristan given a first time warning?"

Rogue groaned, "Once he was up he ran gloveless firs' at Jessica who tossed 'im back a second time an' then t'wards Luke, more coma threats."

Logan looked at the Professor, "Can't you do something to lift these warnings Chuck? They're only five for Gods sake."

"I am well aware of their ages Logan, however they are not my charges and I do not wish to use my influence when humans and mutants are in a peaceful state."

Rogue buried her face in her hands and mumbled, "Mah boys are gonna ge' suspended bef're they reach the third grade."

Logan placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "No they won't Stripes. You'll whip 'em into shape and if they give you or Gumbo any grief tell 'em that their Grandpa is more than happy to remind them of the rules."

Rogue leaned her head against Logan's shoulder, "Thanks Logan." She sighed, "Ah guess Ah need t' go an' talk t' 'em." The adults nodded and Rogue walked out of Logan's caring hands towards the stairs.

Once at the boys room she gave two quick quiet knocks before entering. What Rogue saw when she entered nearly broke her heart. Each boy was on their own bed rocking back and fourth tears streaming down their little faces and Tristan's goose egg had swollen up a fair bit. Rogue sat beside Tristan to inspect his head and motioned for Sean to join her. Once he was curled up beside his mother Rogue began, "Boys, Ah 'ave a feelin' that ya know tha' ya got yaselves in a lot o' trouble today a' school." The boys nodded so she continued, "Ya can' go 'round threat'nin' people with ya gift."

"It ain't no gif' mommy! All it do is ge' us in troubles!" Sean gave a sob and hickup.

Rogue sighed her heart aching for her boys knowing exactly what they were going through. "Ah know tha' ya think that way now Sean, bu' it is a gift an' don' le' anyone tell ya otherwise."

"Oh, di' y' eva ge' 'pended b'fore?"

Rogue looked at Tristan, "This whole school was suspended f'r a while durin' the mutant rights act. We 'ad t' prove tha' we didn' 'urt people wit' our gift. When people saw 'ow we weren't usin' our power they le' us back in school."

The twins looked at one another before asking, "Bu' we're ya s'pended f'r makin' threats a' school?"

Rogue shook her head, 'Though Ah probably should o' been,' she thought to herself. "No, Ah had it worse." The boys looked at her with curious expressions. "Ya Grandpa Logan 'ad meh doin' DR sessions t' whip mah attitude inta shape. If Ah stepped outa line he tossed meh in there time an' time again. Tha' mah boys is ten times worse than bein' suspended" She paused the look of horror strewn across her boys faces. They had seen their Grandpa drag their mother down the hall when she was in a mood and shuttered thinking about it. Rogue continued, "Bu' that kind o' thang doesn' go on ya school record, a suspension does, d' ya understand?"

The boys thought for a moment. This had been a lot of information for a five year old to take in. "Ah think s'. The school thinks we bad an' mark it down. Three bads an' they kick us out."

Rogue nodded, "F'r a day Sean, ya'd be kicked out f'r a day. After that Ah don' know wha' they'd do." The boys eyes grew wider at these words and Rogue figured they had gotten the message. "S' than, keep ya gloves on an' don' threaten anyone an' 'opefully we can 'ave a good school year." She looked at each boy, "Wha' ya gonna do?"

"Keep de gloves on," "Keep on the gloves," the boys responded.

Rogue gave a nod, "Good, now le's go ge' some ice f'r ya head Tristan, Ah don' like the way tha' bump is growin'." On that note Rogue stood up and helped each boy off of Tristan's bed, down the hall to the stairs and down the stairs into the kitchen where Rogue wrapped up an ice pack placing it on Tristan's giant goose egg.

"Jean, I understand that you are angry but you can't go around placing blame on other people's children for your daughter's actions." Charles had brought Scott and Jean into his office after hearing about the threats at the school and the shouting match in the garage.

"So what, you are saying it's my fault? That I'm a bad parent?!"

"I am saying that you need to see the whole picture Jean. Right now you have a very narrow view point. I know that you and Rogue did not, and still do not always see eye to eye, but for the sake of your children you need to put that all aside."

"Not to mention the fact that you and your daughter throwing people around is going to give mutants a bad name again, and we don't want that." Logan stood against the wall arms crossed.

Jean glanced at him, "So what, you think I am going to start a mutant war?"

Erik and Raven looked at one another before Erik spoke, "Jean, you know that I was on that path many years ago. It was the good X-MEN that stopped me from making horrible mistakes. Don't let anger and hatred towards another cloud your judgement, it can destroy you and those you care about."

"Scott, why don't you go speak with your daughter, I think she has been waiting long enough."

Scott gave a mental nod to the Professor and headed towards the door. "Hey! Where are you going?" Jean pulled him back to her side and Scott sighed.

"I thought that I would go check on Jess. We told her, well you told her that we would be up shortly and this has been anything but short Jean." He sighed again, "Listen, I will be back, I love you."

Jean let go of her mental grasp on Scott and slowly started to fall apart, "I-I lo-love y-you t-too Sc-Scott." Scott looked at the Professor who motioned with his head for Scott to leave. Once Scott had closed the door Jean crumbled to the ground slamming her fists on the wooden floor, "What's the matter with me?!"

The Professor and Magnito looked at one another before either one of them spoke. They were afraid that the two red heads might bring down the house, literally. Finally Charles wheeled himself in front of the sobbing adult, "Jean, perhaps I can help you figure that out, with your permission that is."

"You want to go into my head, why?"

"To help you sort out your emotions and figure out why you are so angry, and don't tell me it all has to do with Rogue because I sensed anger, fear and tension when we were speaking on the phone about your daughter." He paused letting this information sink into Jean's brain. "Let me help you."

Jean looked up and wiped away a tear, "Alright."

The Professor gave a nod, "Now, just relax." The Professor focused, there was so much anger in here. In one corner a little girl stood on the stairs while outside the window cars could be seen floating in mid air. 'Jean before she came here'. In another corner a family stood in a kitchen. A plate flew across the room hitting the wall and shattered. Charles looked at the family to see that it was Scott, Jean and Jessica. In another section he saw Kitty and Rogue embracing but the feeling he sensed here was 'jealousy?' Charles went back to the Summers family to see if he could hear the conversation.

"Scott, this isn't good."

"Jean, I know you, and I know our daughter..."

"Do you Scott, because I don't think you do. She is exactly like me when I was young. Scott, this isn't good."

A second plate smashed against the wall and the Professor left Jean's mind.

Jean looked at him, "Well, what did you see? Can you help me Professor?"

Charles's face was grim, "Jean, I can try but ultimately it is you that needs to gain control again." Jean went to speak but the Professor cut her off, "Jean, I saw you as the child that you were before you came here, and I saw your concern about your daughter. I know that you see the signs of yourself in Jessica and I don't want them to reemerge in you or in her. Teach your daughter calming techniques, do them with her and perhaps you will both gain control." Jean was not impressed by this so Charles continued, "Is there something she has voiced an interest in? Books, music..."

"Gymnastics. She said she was watching someone through the window on the gym equipment. She said they were amazing."

All eyes fell on Raven and she blinked, "Oh no, it was not me."

"How do you know that Raven? The child was spying through the window."

Mystique's eyes flashed, "Because Charles, I have not been on the gym equipment in a week. I have been outside with Ororo."

Storm nodded, "She is telling the truth Charles. We have been running DR sessions outside since last Tuesday."

Jean looked around at her old mentors, "Then who was she watching?"

Mystique sighed, "Rogue."

When Remy got home he wandered down the hall to the Library and threw open the doors, "Bonjour..." He stopped and looked around. 'Dats odd, where be everyone?' Remy looked at his watch that also portrayed the date. 'Jeurdi! Oh non, ma famille est pour le diner! Rogue va metuer!' (Thursday! Oh no, my family is on for dinner! Rogue's gonna kill me!)

Remy dashed down the hall where he could hear pots clanging and water running. He opened the door, "Bonjour la famille, ce qui est pour diner?" (Hello family, what's for dinner?)

Rogue stalked over to the kitchen door grabbing Remy by his trench coat and pulling him inside to help. "Pasta wit' meatballs, garlic bread an' salad. Oven's already on s' jus' pu' the meatballs in when ya 'ear the buzzer Swamp Rat. Ah gotta check the rest o' the pasta an' sauces."

"Non problem cherie." Remy could read between the lines easily and today they were shouting bad day!

As he walked towards the oven he saw Sean tossing a garden salad as Tristan tossed the ceaser. Remy stopped and looked at Tristan, "Qu-est-il arrive' a' votre garcon de la tete?" (What happened to your head boy?)

Tristan shrugged not wanting to answer. When he realized his father wasn't leaving without one he looked up from tossing the ceaser salad, "Demandez a' maman, je ne veux pas avoir des ennuis a' nouveau." (Ask mom, I don't wanna get in trouble again.)

Remy didn't like the sound of this but his thoughts were temporally distracted when the buzzer went off and he shoved the four trays of meatballs into the oven. He set the timer to go off halfway through cooking so that he could turn them and shift the top trays to the bottom and the bottom to the top. Remy then walked over to Rogue, "Cherie, wha' 'appen' t'day?"

Rogue sighed and ran Remy through the days events. When she was finished Remy's jaw was wide open his face redder than Rogue had ever seen it. "Remy? Rems? Earth t' Remy, anyone 'ome?" Rogue snapped her fingers in his face causing him to blink. "Ya ok Swamp Rat?"

Remy was not ok. His face was growing angrier by the minute. "Dat, dat witch! Where she ge' de righ' t' g' beatin' people up?!"

Rogue turned the burners to low and then turned to face Remy. "Weren't ya list'nin'? She didn' get 'way with it Remy, she also got a firs' warnin'."

"Y' bu', bu',..." Remy was almost at a loss for words, "Remy est tellement en cole're!" (Remy is so angry!)

Rogue put her hand on his shoulder, "J'etais trop , mais il n'y a rien que nous pouvons faire." (I am too, but there is nothing we can do.) She gave him a sad smile and then went back to cooking the meal.

After fourty-five minutes supper was finally ready. Rogue did not feel like yelling so she sent a message off to the Professor, "Professor, would ya please le' everybody know tha'it is dinner time?"

Charles smiled, "Not in the yelling mood tonight Rogue?"

"Nope, no' really. If ya don' tell 'em then they're gonna go 'ungry."

Charles sighed shaking his head, "Very well." The Professor sent out a telepathic message to everyone in the mansion, "May I have your attention please. I have just been informed that dinner is ready. Please make your way to the kitchen, thank you." He then turned his attention back to Rogue, "Happy Rogue?"

Rogue smiled, "Yep!"

Charles shook his head again, what on earth was he going to do with her.

As usual Kurt was the first to arrive in the kitchen with a 'bamph!' along with Kelly and Amy. Bobby slid smoothly through the door on a line of ice while Kitty phased through the ceiling.

Scott walked Jessica down the stairs meeting up with Jean and the rest of the adults in the hallway on the way to the kitchen. Scott glanced at his wife but she ignored his gaze. She was too preoccupied thinking about how she would approach her old teammate.

"Mmm, smells good Rogue!"

Rogue couldn't help but smile, "Kurt, ya say that 'bout every meal."

Her brother grinned, "Vhat can I say, I love food." Kurt took a bite of his garlic bread and looked like he was in heaven, "Mmm, zooo good."

The girls giggled and dug into their own dishes. Their eyes sparkled at the first bite and they had to agree with Kurt, this meal was delicious.

Jean twirled her pasta around her fork deep in thought. Finally she spoke, "Rogue,"

Rogue looked over at the last person she wanted to be around let alone speak to, "Ya Jean?"

Jean swallowed, "Today," she started glancing down at her pasta dish then forcing herself to look up at Rogue, "Today was a mess, none of it should have happened. Scott has spoken with our daughter and she would like to speak with Tristan and Sean."

Jean looked over at her daughter. Jessica stabbed her pasta with her fork several times before she looked up at her classmates and housemates. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. Sometimes I just get so angry that I don't care what I am doing to other people and use my powers without thinking. I will try to make better choices."

All the LeBeau's blinked. None of them had expected this response. After several seconds of uncomfortable silence Rogue finally found her voice, "Hum, boys, don' ya 'ave somethin' t' say t' Jessica?"

Tristan and Sean looked slightly confused before it hit them, "Sorry Ah tried t' pu' ya in a coma. Ah was jus' s' mad tha' ya 'urt Tristan."

Tristan gave a nod massaging the goose egg on his head. "I s'rry dat I runned a' y' wit'out m' gloves. I knowed dat I could o' pu' y' in de coma, s'rry."

There were another few seconds of dead silence the only sound the ticking of the large clock on the wall. Finally the Professor spoke, "Thank you, all three of you. I know that it is not an easy task to address the people you have hurt, let alone in a large group setting. Thank you for your apologizes and we all hope that it won't happen again."

The twins shook their heads, "Non Pr'fessor, it won' 'appen, tha' be m' promise."

Sean nodded in agreement, "Ya, neva 'gain."

Rogue let out a deep sigh, 'Thank Gawd, Ah think mah boys leaned their lesson.'

Scott and Jean looked over at their daughter. Jessica looked back at them before responding with a, "What? You know I don't have control!" Jessica's plate rose in the air and Jean lowered it back down.

"You can try Jess. Promise that you won't attack at school again."

Jessica glared at her father, "I won't attack at school, happy?"

"No."

Jessica looked at her mother, "Why not?"

"Because you didn't mean it."

Jessica's face got angry and her fork started to spin in the air. "Were you reading me?"

Jean shook her head attempting to lower the spinning fork. "No sweet heart, I didn't have to. The whole table could tell that you didn't mean what you said."

Jessica looked around the table her eyes landing on Storm. "Storm, right?" Storm nodded. "Storm, did I mean what I said?"

Storm shook her head sadly, "No child, you did not. You said what you knew people wanted to hear, but you did not mean those words."

Jessica screamed, "AHHH!" The fork went flying across the room towards Rogue who instinctively pulled up Jean's psych placing an invisible barrier up in front of her causing the fork to fall on the table. Jessica grabbed her head her plate hovering for the second time that night. Jean tried to lower it but her daughter's unstable powers made in near impossible and again things started hurtling towards Rogue.

"Awe hell no!" Rogue put up another shield as Jessica's meal splattered all over the table.

Remy had ushered all the children under the table when the fork had come flying in their direction. Kurt popped under the table to grab the children, "Time to go." No one argued as they all held onto their fuzzy Uncle and friend. With a 'bamph' Kurt and the children disappeared out of the kitchen.

"Charles, do something!" Ororo's eyes were wide with fear as glasses smashed against one another shattering into splinters, the lights flickered on and off while the room heated up to an extreme temperature. Rogue looked over to see both ovens were set on broil. She ducked and rolled under the table as a cupboard door came flying off its hinges towards her.

Charles reached out, "Jessica, Jessica listen to me. It is Professor Xavier. I need you to calm your mind."

"I can't. I don't know how!"

"Take a deep breath and relax. Now, focus on something that makes you calm."

"There's nothing!"The clock came crashing off the wall with a deafening 'BANG!' followed by a loud 'CRACK!' Jessica screamed again the pressure in her head was driving her crazy, "AHHHHH!"

Rogue crept to the other side of the table behind the screaming child, "Ah'm sorry."

"No Rogue! The Professor..."

It was too late, Rogue had her ungloved hand on the back of Jessica's neck. Her eyes went wide, there was so much chaos! She could see the Professor drifting away, "Ah'm sorry, Ah had t'." He gave a nod before disappearing. The crashing ceased and Rogue looked down at the limp figure at the table. She removed her hand from the back of Jessica's neck. Rogue then looked over at Jean and blinked. Rogue's voice shook slightly as she spoke, "Wa-was tha', wha' ya were like when ya firs' came 'ere?"

Jean broke out into tears, "Yes, maybe worse I can't tell. I can't even fight against her powers. How am I to help her?" Scott rubbed Jean's back a look of anger across his face.

Rogue chose to ignore this, she had done what she had to do, hadn't she? Rogue thought for a moment looking around the room her eyes falling first on Logan and then on Mystique. Rogue then turned her attention back to Jean, "Well, Ah don' know if this would work o' no', bu' whenever Ah'm real pissed off Logan or Mystique throw meh in the DR or Gym. It 'elps meh blow off steam an' fr'm wha' Ah got when in 'er 'ead she could do wit' some time boxin' o' somethin'."

Jean grabbed Rogue's hands, "Please Rogue, please can you help her?"

Rogue blinked wiggling out of Jean's grasp, "Meh? Why meh?"

Jean looked down to the floor and then over at the Professor. He motioned for her to continue. "The first day we were here Jessica saw you on the gym equipment and said you were amazing." Rogue went to interject but Jean continued, "The Professor says she needs something to focus on and the only interest she has voiced has been the gym."

Remy walked up behind Rogue, "Cherie, if dis work y' will o' saved de 'ouse an' de people in it."

"Ah don' know, Ah almos' go' a fork t' the 'eart a few minutes ago."

"We will pay you for lessons Rogue," Scott piped up not looking so angry anymore.

"Ex'ra income, dat always nice."

"Shut up Swamp Rat!"

Jean locked her fingers together making her hands into a ball, "I am begging you Rogue, do you have any idea how painful it is for me to beg?"

"Jean!"

Jean ignored Storm's disapproval as Rogue answered, "Ya, Ah can feel the pain."

This time it was Mystique who was unimpressed, "Rogue!"

Magnito placed a hand on Rogue's shoulder, "Rogue, it would mean a great deal to everyone if you were to do this. I am sure that you don't want to be knocking the poor child out everyday, would I be correct?"

"No Ah don', bu' Erik, Ah don' fancy gettin' killed doin' somethin' Ah love either."

"Don't worry Stripes, I'll keep an eye out from above and if it all goes to hell I'll make sure you get out of there in one piece, how does that sound?"

Rogue groaned, "Somebody kick meh."

Remy kissed her cheek as Logan smiled over at her, "That a girl Stripes, I knew I could count on you."