= = = (*New Found Discoveries *) = = =
The next morning found Jean walking to the kitchen very early. She'd been woken many hours earlier by a number of things, and after realizing that she was never going to fall back asleep, decided that she should just start her day. As she walked down the hall, marveling at how few students were up at six-AM, she considered possibly getting an early start more often. But, walking into the kitchen her eyes caught sight of someone she did not expect to see at this hour.
"Marie?" She asked, seeing the girl at the stove. The young brunette turned to look over her shoulder, and blushed. "What are you doing up at this hour?" Jean asked, heading over to the coffee maker and starting a cycle. Marie stirred something in the frying pan she was using and chuckled.
"I couldn't sleep," She stated, still slightly laughing, "And I finally have Bobby's powers out of my system!" She said, sounding relieved. "I thought a nice, big, warm breakfast sounded *really* good right about now." Jean chuckled herself and watched as the girl poured her eggs onto the plat that already held waffles and bacon. "You want some? I was a little over-ambitious and made enough for two . . .?" she offered, but Jean shook her head.
"No thanks, I'll just have coffee. I don't eat breakfast very often." Marie nodded, and poured herself some Orange juice as she started putting her things away. Jean poured her coffee, adding a little sugar, but keeping it black. She also noticed Marie looking at her through the corner of her eyes every now and then. "Yes?" She asked, catching her eye. Marie blushed slightly and closed the fridge, leaning on it.
"I was just wondering why *you* were up this early." She said, looking from Jean down to her shoes, then back to the Biologist, "Were you not able to go back to sleep?" Jean laughed and walked over to the table, sitting down heavily. Marie fallowed with her breakfast, sitting across from the older woman as she sipped her coffee.
"I *did* get back to sleep after you left, yes," She said sounding tired and rubbing the back of her neck as she allowed her eyes to slip closed for a second, "But I was woken again a few hours later by someone having a nightmare."
"Who was it?" Marie asked, eating her breakfast in a well mannered fashion, "Who had the bad dream?"
"I don't know," she sighed, opening her eyes again, "I never found out."
"You didn't go see if they were alright?" Marie asked, sounding surprised; Jean usually did that for students. At least, she'd always done that for her after gaining someone's powers. The redhead simply chuckled.
"I didn't know where to look!" She sipped her coffee, and looked at the girl, "I have no idea who was dreaming it. I'd probably have to search the entire mansion just to figure it out, and even the person having it might not have known what was going on."
"What do you mean?" Marie asked, wondering how all of this worked out. Jean smiled and got up for more coffee.
"Just like when people speak with their mouths, when people think, they use different volumes for different intensities. When people think loudly, telepaths, like the Professor and I, can hear them. That's one of the first things I had to learn, to block things out. But, when we sleep, it's harder to keep the barriers up because that's not what our minds are focused on." She poured her new coffee, and Marie was looking at her as though she was interested.
"So do you hear everyone's dreams when they sleep?" she asked, hoping Jean didn't pick up on her slight surprise.
"No, because I'm not an incredibly strong telepath. I need to be within a certain distance to the person thinking. That is, unless they Mind Scream."
"Mind Scream?" She asked quickly, not quite sure what the word meant.
"Thinking really loudly. When their thoughts are so intense and they're mentally yelling out for something; then I can hear it; it increases the distance of the space their thoughts travel." She added sugar and milk to her drink and leaned against the counter, sipping it as she and Marie talked some more.
"Why didn't it wake the Professor?" the younger girl asked, wiping her mouth with her napkin.
"He has his walls lined with the same model plates that are inside Cerebro, so they keep things quiet in his room while he sleeps. They allow certain waves in, so if there's an emergency he'll know."
"Why don't you have those plates in your room?" Jean chuckled and scratched her head, she was tired, but the girl had a point.
"It would be a waste. My reach is fairly short, and it doesn't happen that often. In fact the only person's who's dream I would be able to read would have to be staying in my room anyways."
"Is that why you and Scott never share a room?" The question would have been blunt and intrusive, but it simply wasn't for several reasons. After the exchange that'd happened between them the night before, and the fact that Marie was obviously very intuitive to have put that together, she decided not to point out the personal nature of her question.
"Yes, but Scott understands. Besides, if for his benefit. It allows him to keep his privacy, and it wouldn't be right for me to intrude into those things anyways." Marie nodded, agreeing, and smiled too. "What?" the older woman asked.
"Did being in crowds before you came here make you feel insane?" Jean laughed and nodded.
"Yes, I was definitely a little reclusive before I told my parents what was happening, and before I came here. Also, while we were trying to work things out I heard them thinking some really mean things . . . things you wouldn't curb yourself from thinking because you think you're the only one who's hear it; since it's in side your own head." Jean chuckled a little sadly and looked down into her coffee once more. Sighing, she suddenly looked back up at the brunette. "How did you know that?" The girl laughed, ashamedly and started cleaning up the romances of her breakfast.
"You know that *really* old show called 'Buffy; the Vampire Slayer'?" Jean swatted her arm playfully as she put the dishes in the sink next to where she was standing.
"That show isn't old!" she protested laughing, "It was on when I was about your age! I used to watch it, for a while too." The brunette laughed and rinsed off her dishes, loading them into the dishwasher.
"Well, they play the reruns at midnight on the horror channel, and I saw an episode recently. Buffy gained the ability to hear people's thoughts, and the longer she had the ability, the larger the distance she could hear got . . . after about a day or two she slowly started going crazy, and she couldn't even escape it being a long in a room." Jean nodded, but chuckled a bit, saying that she'd liked that Episode.
"Yes, that's a lot like what happened when I first arrived here. Scott liked me from the start, and at first it seemed like the only thing he liked about me was the way I looked." The brunette's face contorted to one of sympathetic pain. "Exactly. It wasn't until there's been an accident in one of our training session and I was injured that I found out he cared for me a lot more than that." Marie smiled and closed the dishwasher.
"Rogue!" Came Bobby's call from the entrance to the Kitchen. Marie had been leaning on the counter, and her grip slipped as she heard the sound of his voice. "What are you doing up this early?" He asked, walking towards the stove and looking over the extra food left out on the counter. "Is this for me?" he asked, sounding surprised, "Did you make me breakfast?" he looked at her with a big, warm smile, and Marie looked side-ways at Jean.
"Yeah, I felt really bad about what happened. I thought this might be a good way to make it up to you." Jean shifted her weight to her other foot, and went un-noticed as Bobby invited Rogue to join him while he ate in the TV Room. Marie smiled until he left the room, and then looked guiltily at the Biologist.
"And what exactly are you apologizing for?" She asked gently, almost with a sense of humor. Marie winced slightly and went to the 'fridge to get more juice.
"I think . . . for being me." She said slowly as she poured, "It is kind of a pain to be me . . . or be involved with me." She said a bit more quietly. At that Jean took the juice from the brunette, causing the younger girl to look up at her.
"No one should ever have to apologize for being who they are. That's half of what this school is all about, Marie." Marie smiled sadly and bowed her head. Jean put the juice back, turning to watch as Marie made to leave the Kitchen.
"I'm going to go get dressed for class, I think I'd better tell Bobby I can have breakfast with him." With that she left, and Jean remembered something. Jogging out into the hall slightly, she called to the girl.
"Marie! Wait!" the girl stopped and turned around. There were a few more students out now, wondering the halls. "I need you to meet with the Professor at 8:30, so you aren't going to your first class today." At that the girl's eyes became suspicious, almost nervous, but she nodded. Jean looked at her watch and at seeing the time sighed suddenly. "I have to go meet with him now, in fact, so could you just meet us out-side his office at that time?" Marie nodded, and Jean smiled, walking away.
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( To Be Continued )
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The next morning found Jean walking to the kitchen very early. She'd been woken many hours earlier by a number of things, and after realizing that she was never going to fall back asleep, decided that she should just start her day. As she walked down the hall, marveling at how few students were up at six-AM, she considered possibly getting an early start more often. But, walking into the kitchen her eyes caught sight of someone she did not expect to see at this hour.
"Marie?" She asked, seeing the girl at the stove. The young brunette turned to look over her shoulder, and blushed. "What are you doing up at this hour?" Jean asked, heading over to the coffee maker and starting a cycle. Marie stirred something in the frying pan she was using and chuckled.
"I couldn't sleep," She stated, still slightly laughing, "And I finally have Bobby's powers out of my system!" She said, sounding relieved. "I thought a nice, big, warm breakfast sounded *really* good right about now." Jean chuckled herself and watched as the girl poured her eggs onto the plat that already held waffles and bacon. "You want some? I was a little over-ambitious and made enough for two . . .?" she offered, but Jean shook her head.
"No thanks, I'll just have coffee. I don't eat breakfast very often." Marie nodded, and poured herself some Orange juice as she started putting her things away. Jean poured her coffee, adding a little sugar, but keeping it black. She also noticed Marie looking at her through the corner of her eyes every now and then. "Yes?" She asked, catching her eye. Marie blushed slightly and closed the fridge, leaning on it.
"I was just wondering why *you* were up this early." She said, looking from Jean down to her shoes, then back to the Biologist, "Were you not able to go back to sleep?" Jean laughed and walked over to the table, sitting down heavily. Marie fallowed with her breakfast, sitting across from the older woman as she sipped her coffee.
"I *did* get back to sleep after you left, yes," She said sounding tired and rubbing the back of her neck as she allowed her eyes to slip closed for a second, "But I was woken again a few hours later by someone having a nightmare."
"Who was it?" Marie asked, eating her breakfast in a well mannered fashion, "Who had the bad dream?"
"I don't know," she sighed, opening her eyes again, "I never found out."
"You didn't go see if they were alright?" Marie asked, sounding surprised; Jean usually did that for students. At least, she'd always done that for her after gaining someone's powers. The redhead simply chuckled.
"I didn't know where to look!" She sipped her coffee, and looked at the girl, "I have no idea who was dreaming it. I'd probably have to search the entire mansion just to figure it out, and even the person having it might not have known what was going on."
"What do you mean?" Marie asked, wondering how all of this worked out. Jean smiled and got up for more coffee.
"Just like when people speak with their mouths, when people think, they use different volumes for different intensities. When people think loudly, telepaths, like the Professor and I, can hear them. That's one of the first things I had to learn, to block things out. But, when we sleep, it's harder to keep the barriers up because that's not what our minds are focused on." She poured her new coffee, and Marie was looking at her as though she was interested.
"So do you hear everyone's dreams when they sleep?" she asked, hoping Jean didn't pick up on her slight surprise.
"No, because I'm not an incredibly strong telepath. I need to be within a certain distance to the person thinking. That is, unless they Mind Scream."
"Mind Scream?" She asked quickly, not quite sure what the word meant.
"Thinking really loudly. When their thoughts are so intense and they're mentally yelling out for something; then I can hear it; it increases the distance of the space their thoughts travel." She added sugar and milk to her drink and leaned against the counter, sipping it as she and Marie talked some more.
"Why didn't it wake the Professor?" the younger girl asked, wiping her mouth with her napkin.
"He has his walls lined with the same model plates that are inside Cerebro, so they keep things quiet in his room while he sleeps. They allow certain waves in, so if there's an emergency he'll know."
"Why don't you have those plates in your room?" Jean chuckled and scratched her head, she was tired, but the girl had a point.
"It would be a waste. My reach is fairly short, and it doesn't happen that often. In fact the only person's who's dream I would be able to read would have to be staying in my room anyways."
"Is that why you and Scott never share a room?" The question would have been blunt and intrusive, but it simply wasn't for several reasons. After the exchange that'd happened between them the night before, and the fact that Marie was obviously very intuitive to have put that together, she decided not to point out the personal nature of her question.
"Yes, but Scott understands. Besides, if for his benefit. It allows him to keep his privacy, and it wouldn't be right for me to intrude into those things anyways." Marie nodded, agreeing, and smiled too. "What?" the older woman asked.
"Did being in crowds before you came here make you feel insane?" Jean laughed and nodded.
"Yes, I was definitely a little reclusive before I told my parents what was happening, and before I came here. Also, while we were trying to work things out I heard them thinking some really mean things . . . things you wouldn't curb yourself from thinking because you think you're the only one who's hear it; since it's in side your own head." Jean chuckled a little sadly and looked down into her coffee once more. Sighing, she suddenly looked back up at the brunette. "How did you know that?" The girl laughed, ashamedly and started cleaning up the romances of her breakfast.
"You know that *really* old show called 'Buffy; the Vampire Slayer'?" Jean swatted her arm playfully as she put the dishes in the sink next to where she was standing.
"That show isn't old!" she protested laughing, "It was on when I was about your age! I used to watch it, for a while too." The brunette laughed and rinsed off her dishes, loading them into the dishwasher.
"Well, they play the reruns at midnight on the horror channel, and I saw an episode recently. Buffy gained the ability to hear people's thoughts, and the longer she had the ability, the larger the distance she could hear got . . . after about a day or two she slowly started going crazy, and she couldn't even escape it being a long in a room." Jean nodded, but chuckled a bit, saying that she'd liked that Episode.
"Yes, that's a lot like what happened when I first arrived here. Scott liked me from the start, and at first it seemed like the only thing he liked about me was the way I looked." The brunette's face contorted to one of sympathetic pain. "Exactly. It wasn't until there's been an accident in one of our training session and I was injured that I found out he cared for me a lot more than that." Marie smiled and closed the dishwasher.
"Rogue!" Came Bobby's call from the entrance to the Kitchen. Marie had been leaning on the counter, and her grip slipped as she heard the sound of his voice. "What are you doing up this early?" He asked, walking towards the stove and looking over the extra food left out on the counter. "Is this for me?" he asked, sounding surprised, "Did you make me breakfast?" he looked at her with a big, warm smile, and Marie looked side-ways at Jean.
"Yeah, I felt really bad about what happened. I thought this might be a good way to make it up to you." Jean shifted her weight to her other foot, and went un-noticed as Bobby invited Rogue to join him while he ate in the TV Room. Marie smiled until he left the room, and then looked guiltily at the Biologist.
"And what exactly are you apologizing for?" She asked gently, almost with a sense of humor. Marie winced slightly and went to the 'fridge to get more juice.
"I think . . . for being me." She said slowly as she poured, "It is kind of a pain to be me . . . or be involved with me." She said a bit more quietly. At that Jean took the juice from the brunette, causing the younger girl to look up at her.
"No one should ever have to apologize for being who they are. That's half of what this school is all about, Marie." Marie smiled sadly and bowed her head. Jean put the juice back, turning to watch as Marie made to leave the Kitchen.
"I'm going to go get dressed for class, I think I'd better tell Bobby I can have breakfast with him." With that she left, and Jean remembered something. Jogging out into the hall slightly, she called to the girl.
"Marie! Wait!" the girl stopped and turned around. There were a few more students out now, wondering the halls. "I need you to meet with the Professor at 8:30, so you aren't going to your first class today." At that the girl's eyes became suspicious, almost nervous, but she nodded. Jean looked at her watch and at seeing the time sighed suddenly. "I have to go meet with him now, in fact, so could you just meet us out-side his office at that time?" Marie nodded, and Jean smiled, walking away.
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( To Be Continued )
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