A/N: Sorry this chapter's kinda lame, but I needed to lead into what's
going to happen next. I promise it will get better!
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*bamf* "Vat is going on?" Kurt asked as he teleported into the infirmary.
"I'm not quite sure," Jean shook her silky hair, "I ran into Scott after bio and he said to meet him here after school."
"Yah, I got fed the same story before math, he said it vas important." Both Kurt and Jean turned to Kitty who was reclining on the painful bed, spooning Jello into her still weakened mouth.
"Don't look at me, Scott, like, hasn't been here since the morning I woke up. You two just randomly showed up."
"Hey, glad you guys are here." A confident voice broke into their conversation as Scott strode into the room.
"Scott, what is going on?" Jean wasted no time with small-talk.
He sighed, averting his eyes from Jean's piercing gaze. "Look, all three of you have had some kind of nightmare that ended in the use of your powers, it's possible," he added as they each tried to protest, "it's possible that they're all just coincidental, but I want to be sure."
"Scott! You promised you'd leave this alone! It was just a nightmare!"
"That was before Kurt teleported on top of my bed and Kitty phased through hers!"
The other three were silent at this statement. Scott sighed and tried to begin again. "Can each of you just explain what was happening in your nightmare? Maybe we can find some kind of connection. . . " he trailed off as both Kurt and Kitty blushed, thinking about what had occurred in their dreams.
Glaring steadily at Scott, Jean finally sighed and eventually relented. "Fine, I was standing on something high. . . I don't remember," her brow furrowed, "either a skyscraper or a cliff, I'm not sure which, but I started to fall and when I tried to levitate I . . . I couldn't, so I continued to fall, and right before I hit the ground I woke up." She finished shakily, keeping her eyes on the floor, not daring to make contact with any of the others.
"And yet, when I walked in, you were levitating near the ceiling, your telekinesis was in full effect."
Kurt stared curiously at Jean, "In my dream, I couldn't teleport."
"Yet you teleported into my room," Scott spoke eagerly, "Kitty?"
"I-I phased halfway through the floor to avoid something, but I couldn't phase back out."
"But you phased through your bed!"
"Yeah. . ."
"Scott," Jean interrupted, "You've proved you're point, but what does it mean?"
His face fell, "I'm not sure, but I do think we should tell the Professor."
"Scott. . ."
"Jean! We need to! What if it's not just a coincidence?"
"What if it is? What other explanations are there? We'd just be making a big fuss over nothing!"
"I've already thought about that, this is going to sound pretty crazy, but hear me out, just give me a chance, ok?"
"Alright," Jean agreed doubtfully. Scott rarely led them astray, but this whole situation seemed fairly far-fetched.
"What if someone's projecting these images into your minds?"
"What?" Jean gasped in disbelief.
"Why?" Kitty voiced.
"Who?" Kurt gaped.
"Somebody who wants us all to become paranoid, wary of others, afraid we might actually lose our powers. Think about it, they wouldn't expect us to figure it out because they'd assume you'd all be too proud to reveal your nightmares that by morning seem nothing more than childish fears."
"Vell, it does make sense. . ."
"I don't know. . .I mean, your story makes sense, but not even the Professor has that kind of power."
"Which is totally why we should tell him!" Comprehension dawned on Kitty's face as she smiled up at Scott.
Only Jean still showed signs of skepticism, "I still don't buy it, but if you all think we should, I guess we can tell the Professor."
Scott smiled brilliantly at her, "You won't be sorry, I promise."
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"Well, it certainly is an interesting accusation," the Professor agreed, just minutes later.
"But who could possibly be powerful enough to project images into others' minds? And why ours? It just doesn't seem logical."
"Vat about the Scarlet Vitch? She seem strong enough."
"Wanda?" the Professor looked up, "No, not even her powers can exceed this."
"What about the Acolytes? Is it possible that one of them. . .?"
"No, Scott. Magneto doesn't have anyone possible of what you have accused, Cerebro would have picked it up the last time we encountered them."
"Cerebro? When's the last time we scanned Bayville?"
"Not for quite some time. . ."
"Scott, you don't think there's a new mutant in Bayville, do you?" Jean heaved an exasperated sigh.
"I'm just saying that if we haven't scanned in some time, it's a possibility."
"And they just randomly discovered we were mutants?"
"They could have read our minds."
"As well as project images? I am so sure, Scott Summers."
Their bickering continued until the Professor spoke to them inside their minds. "Enough! You two clearly have some issues to work out, but now is not the time for foolish disagreements."
Both Scott and Jean blushed, nodding at the floor, dropping their argument out of shame.
"Now, I think we should investigate Scott's theory, see if there is any validity to it, but until then I want you all to keep your minds clear of any thoughts relating to the Institute or your powers. If you have any more dreams or . . . unnatural thoughts, I want you to report to me immediately. I'll speak to the rest of the students later this afternoon, but I do not want this conversation to leave this room, it will do us no good to have a school full of paranoid mutants."
The three of them nodded, agreeing to uphold the Professor's wishes; but some things are easier said than done.
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*bamf* "Vat is going on?" Kurt asked as he teleported into the infirmary.
"I'm not quite sure," Jean shook her silky hair, "I ran into Scott after bio and he said to meet him here after school."
"Yah, I got fed the same story before math, he said it vas important." Both Kurt and Jean turned to Kitty who was reclining on the painful bed, spooning Jello into her still weakened mouth.
"Don't look at me, Scott, like, hasn't been here since the morning I woke up. You two just randomly showed up."
"Hey, glad you guys are here." A confident voice broke into their conversation as Scott strode into the room.
"Scott, what is going on?" Jean wasted no time with small-talk.
He sighed, averting his eyes from Jean's piercing gaze. "Look, all three of you have had some kind of nightmare that ended in the use of your powers, it's possible," he added as they each tried to protest, "it's possible that they're all just coincidental, but I want to be sure."
"Scott! You promised you'd leave this alone! It was just a nightmare!"
"That was before Kurt teleported on top of my bed and Kitty phased through hers!"
The other three were silent at this statement. Scott sighed and tried to begin again. "Can each of you just explain what was happening in your nightmare? Maybe we can find some kind of connection. . . " he trailed off as both Kurt and Kitty blushed, thinking about what had occurred in their dreams.
Glaring steadily at Scott, Jean finally sighed and eventually relented. "Fine, I was standing on something high. . . I don't remember," her brow furrowed, "either a skyscraper or a cliff, I'm not sure which, but I started to fall and when I tried to levitate I . . . I couldn't, so I continued to fall, and right before I hit the ground I woke up." She finished shakily, keeping her eyes on the floor, not daring to make contact with any of the others.
"And yet, when I walked in, you were levitating near the ceiling, your telekinesis was in full effect."
Kurt stared curiously at Jean, "In my dream, I couldn't teleport."
"Yet you teleported into my room," Scott spoke eagerly, "Kitty?"
"I-I phased halfway through the floor to avoid something, but I couldn't phase back out."
"But you phased through your bed!"
"Yeah. . ."
"Scott," Jean interrupted, "You've proved you're point, but what does it mean?"
His face fell, "I'm not sure, but I do think we should tell the Professor."
"Scott. . ."
"Jean! We need to! What if it's not just a coincidence?"
"What if it is? What other explanations are there? We'd just be making a big fuss over nothing!"
"I've already thought about that, this is going to sound pretty crazy, but hear me out, just give me a chance, ok?"
"Alright," Jean agreed doubtfully. Scott rarely led them astray, but this whole situation seemed fairly far-fetched.
"What if someone's projecting these images into your minds?"
"What?" Jean gasped in disbelief.
"Why?" Kitty voiced.
"Who?" Kurt gaped.
"Somebody who wants us all to become paranoid, wary of others, afraid we might actually lose our powers. Think about it, they wouldn't expect us to figure it out because they'd assume you'd all be too proud to reveal your nightmares that by morning seem nothing more than childish fears."
"Vell, it does make sense. . ."
"I don't know. . .I mean, your story makes sense, but not even the Professor has that kind of power."
"Which is totally why we should tell him!" Comprehension dawned on Kitty's face as she smiled up at Scott.
Only Jean still showed signs of skepticism, "I still don't buy it, but if you all think we should, I guess we can tell the Professor."
Scott smiled brilliantly at her, "You won't be sorry, I promise."
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"Well, it certainly is an interesting accusation," the Professor agreed, just minutes later.
"But who could possibly be powerful enough to project images into others' minds? And why ours? It just doesn't seem logical."
"Vat about the Scarlet Vitch? She seem strong enough."
"Wanda?" the Professor looked up, "No, not even her powers can exceed this."
"What about the Acolytes? Is it possible that one of them. . .?"
"No, Scott. Magneto doesn't have anyone possible of what you have accused, Cerebro would have picked it up the last time we encountered them."
"Cerebro? When's the last time we scanned Bayville?"
"Not for quite some time. . ."
"Scott, you don't think there's a new mutant in Bayville, do you?" Jean heaved an exasperated sigh.
"I'm just saying that if we haven't scanned in some time, it's a possibility."
"And they just randomly discovered we were mutants?"
"They could have read our minds."
"As well as project images? I am so sure, Scott Summers."
Their bickering continued until the Professor spoke to them inside their minds. "Enough! You two clearly have some issues to work out, but now is not the time for foolish disagreements."
Both Scott and Jean blushed, nodding at the floor, dropping their argument out of shame.
"Now, I think we should investigate Scott's theory, see if there is any validity to it, but until then I want you all to keep your minds clear of any thoughts relating to the Institute or your powers. If you have any more dreams or . . . unnatural thoughts, I want you to report to me immediately. I'll speak to the rest of the students later this afternoon, but I do not want this conversation to leave this room, it will do us no good to have a school full of paranoid mutants."
The three of them nodded, agreeing to uphold the Professor's wishes; but some things are easier said than done.
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