Okay this is in response to all the Jean-haters out there. Now she isn't
my fav evo char, but she isn't as bad as you guys make her. I warn you
that there is cursing. I don't want them to curse but that is just the way
I think they would react to this situation.So here goes.
She was surprised that it didn't move faster. She thought it was supposed to spurt out. But instead it just slowly dribbled. It was still going fast enough though to serve its her purpose. Give it maybe five more minutes. But then there was knock on the door.
"Jean, Professor wants ya," came the southern drawl. "Jean, come on. It's time for a danger room session."
Part of Jean knew that if she wanted to be left alone she had to answer. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just sat on her bed against the wall, and waited. "Jean? Jean come on, ah know yar in there." Rogue waited and then tried again, this time she was starting to sound scared, "Jean are you in trouble? Jean?" the door handle rattled, but Jean had remembered to lock it. There were a couple of thuds on the door, Rogue had probably tried to force it. "Jean just hold on ah'll get help!" Then the southern voice screamed up the hallway, "Somebody come help!"
"Like what's up?" asked an up beat valley voice.
"Its Jean, she's in there but she aint answerin, and the door's locked. Ah need ya ta phase us in there." As Jean listened, she began to sniffle. They were spending so much time over nothing. In five more minutes there would be nothing more to worry about.
"Alright Jean," called the valley voice, "We're, like, coming in."
No sooner were the two through the door, than the goth screamed. She turned on Kitty and yelled, go get help, Dr. McCoy, Wolverine, The Professor, any body go!" As Kitty left she turned her attention back on her team mate. She wrapped some blankets around Jeans wrist. She looked around. The vanity mirror was shattered. And a large piece was beside Jean on the bed. Jean fought Rogue's help, but she was too weak. Rogue didn't know what to do as she held pressure on the self-inflicted wound, so she cursed Jean out; "you stupid bitch. How could ya be this dumb? I thought ya were smarter than this. You caint give up, yer too important."
Jean looked confusedly at Rogue. Why did she care? Rogue didn't even like Jean. And what did she mean too important? But Jean couldn't fight things any more, she had lost consciousness. Rogue was still holding tight to the sheet to keep pressure, and cursing up an awful storm, when the professor and Logan rushed in, "Don't ya fucking die, ya stupid bitch." Later she would be asked why she had spoken in such a way. The truth is she didn't know. She just could stand the fact that the person she had the most respect for, while granted the least affection for, had done something so monumentally stupid, just totally blew her mind.
Logan swept Rogue out of the way, and hoisted Jean into his powerful arms, immediately taking her down to the sick-bay. Along the way, he cursed in his head a million times worse than Rogue even knew how to. Henry immediately took over care. An hour later, he came out to announce, "She going to be fine, physically. She is going to physically be fine. But I don't know how to treat what caused her to do this.
Jean woke up to find Kurt leaning back in a chair. 'damn,' she thought, 'I cant even do that right. Well just another thing in a long list.'
Kurt saw her eyes were open and headed over. He was afraid and unsure what to say. "guten tag fraulein. Did you .,., er .,., sleep well?"
"If I'm here then no," Jean said with a tear in her eye.
"Vhy?" asked Kurt.
"Why what?" Jean asked, not that she would have even needed her telepathy to actually know what he was asking.
"Vhy vould you do.,., dat?"
She rolled over to face away from him and said, "Because I cant help anybody. Because I all ever did is nothing. Because I don't matter in the grand scheme. Because I am a freak. Take your pick."
Kurt didn't say anything; he just pressed a small button and looked though what was obviously a two way mirror. In came the professor and Dr. McCoy. Kurt left, but Jean caught his last thought as he left, "I must light a candle for her, I will call mom and dad, so they can pray too."
"Are you feeling better Jean?" the professor asked. She didn't look at either of them. She just wanted another chance to succeed where she had most recently failed. Dr. McCoy checked her stats and said that she was physically fine. Charles tried once more to converse with Jean, but the girl said nothing.
Outside in the observation room, Logan and Ororo sat in shock at what had happened. Scott, and the other students had been trading shifts sitting with Jean. Only Bobby, Roberto and, Ray hadn't volunteered for a moment to keep the vigil. The students were in a waiting room a little further out. "Why did she do that Chuck?" Logan asked immediately.
"I don't know," Charles responded and upon a growl from Logan, he expanded, "I taught her too well to protect herself from other psychics. And even if I could find it, it would be a breech of trust to tell anyone, without her express conscent." Charles could see this did little to ease Logan's distress. He patted his friend on the back and wheeled out with Henry and Ororo close behind. Logan just stayed behind and kept an eye on Jean. As the elf came back in he pondered his connection with the girls at the institute. For some reason, unknown to him, he seemed to be more protective of the girls here than of the boys. Maybe it was some chauvinistic thing, Ororo would lecture him ad nausium about it if it were, or maybe it was simply the fact that he always knew, that when he settled down and started a family, he wanted daughters and granddaughters.
Until the day came when he had a litter of his own to look after, He vowed to protect these little ones. Even from themselves. he would protect Red, Stripes, Half-Pint, and even Hot-Head.
Well what do you think? Listen next chap we get more into her reasons for doing it. But the straw that broke the camel's back wont be revealed until chap three. Next chap: Visitors.
She was surprised that it didn't move faster. She thought it was supposed to spurt out. But instead it just slowly dribbled. It was still going fast enough though to serve its her purpose. Give it maybe five more minutes. But then there was knock on the door.
"Jean, Professor wants ya," came the southern drawl. "Jean, come on. It's time for a danger room session."
Part of Jean knew that if she wanted to be left alone she had to answer. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just sat on her bed against the wall, and waited. "Jean? Jean come on, ah know yar in there." Rogue waited and then tried again, this time she was starting to sound scared, "Jean are you in trouble? Jean?" the door handle rattled, but Jean had remembered to lock it. There were a couple of thuds on the door, Rogue had probably tried to force it. "Jean just hold on ah'll get help!" Then the southern voice screamed up the hallway, "Somebody come help!"
"Like what's up?" asked an up beat valley voice.
"Its Jean, she's in there but she aint answerin, and the door's locked. Ah need ya ta phase us in there." As Jean listened, she began to sniffle. They were spending so much time over nothing. In five more minutes there would be nothing more to worry about.
"Alright Jean," called the valley voice, "We're, like, coming in."
No sooner were the two through the door, than the goth screamed. She turned on Kitty and yelled, go get help, Dr. McCoy, Wolverine, The Professor, any body go!" As Kitty left she turned her attention back on her team mate. She wrapped some blankets around Jeans wrist. She looked around. The vanity mirror was shattered. And a large piece was beside Jean on the bed. Jean fought Rogue's help, but she was too weak. Rogue didn't know what to do as she held pressure on the self-inflicted wound, so she cursed Jean out; "you stupid bitch. How could ya be this dumb? I thought ya were smarter than this. You caint give up, yer too important."
Jean looked confusedly at Rogue. Why did she care? Rogue didn't even like Jean. And what did she mean too important? But Jean couldn't fight things any more, she had lost consciousness. Rogue was still holding tight to the sheet to keep pressure, and cursing up an awful storm, when the professor and Logan rushed in, "Don't ya fucking die, ya stupid bitch." Later she would be asked why she had spoken in such a way. The truth is she didn't know. She just could stand the fact that the person she had the most respect for, while granted the least affection for, had done something so monumentally stupid, just totally blew her mind.
Logan swept Rogue out of the way, and hoisted Jean into his powerful arms, immediately taking her down to the sick-bay. Along the way, he cursed in his head a million times worse than Rogue even knew how to. Henry immediately took over care. An hour later, he came out to announce, "She going to be fine, physically. She is going to physically be fine. But I don't know how to treat what caused her to do this.
Jean woke up to find Kurt leaning back in a chair. 'damn,' she thought, 'I cant even do that right. Well just another thing in a long list.'
Kurt saw her eyes were open and headed over. He was afraid and unsure what to say. "guten tag fraulein. Did you .,., er .,., sleep well?"
"If I'm here then no," Jean said with a tear in her eye.
"Vhy?" asked Kurt.
"Why what?" Jean asked, not that she would have even needed her telepathy to actually know what he was asking.
"Vhy vould you do.,., dat?"
She rolled over to face away from him and said, "Because I cant help anybody. Because I all ever did is nothing. Because I don't matter in the grand scheme. Because I am a freak. Take your pick."
Kurt didn't say anything; he just pressed a small button and looked though what was obviously a two way mirror. In came the professor and Dr. McCoy. Kurt left, but Jean caught his last thought as he left, "I must light a candle for her, I will call mom and dad, so they can pray too."
"Are you feeling better Jean?" the professor asked. She didn't look at either of them. She just wanted another chance to succeed where she had most recently failed. Dr. McCoy checked her stats and said that she was physically fine. Charles tried once more to converse with Jean, but the girl said nothing.
Outside in the observation room, Logan and Ororo sat in shock at what had happened. Scott, and the other students had been trading shifts sitting with Jean. Only Bobby, Roberto and, Ray hadn't volunteered for a moment to keep the vigil. The students were in a waiting room a little further out. "Why did she do that Chuck?" Logan asked immediately.
"I don't know," Charles responded and upon a growl from Logan, he expanded, "I taught her too well to protect herself from other psychics. And even if I could find it, it would be a breech of trust to tell anyone, without her express conscent." Charles could see this did little to ease Logan's distress. He patted his friend on the back and wheeled out with Henry and Ororo close behind. Logan just stayed behind and kept an eye on Jean. As the elf came back in he pondered his connection with the girls at the institute. For some reason, unknown to him, he seemed to be more protective of the girls here than of the boys. Maybe it was some chauvinistic thing, Ororo would lecture him ad nausium about it if it were, or maybe it was simply the fact that he always knew, that when he settled down and started a family, he wanted daughters and granddaughters.
Until the day came when he had a litter of his own to look after, He vowed to protect these little ones. Even from themselves. he would protect Red, Stripes, Half-Pint, and even Hot-Head.
Well what do you think? Listen next chap we get more into her reasons for doing it. But the straw that broke the camel's back wont be revealed until chap three. Next chap: Visitors.
