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Chapter 6

As soon as Jean was aloud out of the hospital wing she threw herself into her work. She was so involved in trying to distract herself, that she nearly missed the pitying looks thrown her way by the members of the x-men. It took her tree full days to realise what the strange silences and weird looks meant. She was lying staring at the drawer, with the knife in, when it hit her. They must know! That would explain the strange looks and why the men had been staying away from her, while Storm never left her side. But how? They could know, she had told no one. Then she realised, the Professor must have broken through her barriers when she past out. She hadn't known whether her barriers would hold out if she were unconscious, well she had gotten her answer. She looked over to her clock, and seeing it was just after seven, she got up and started to dress. She knew the Professor was up at six thirty, she was going to sort this out, see just how many people knew her secret. Wasn't it the Professor who was always telling her that you shouldn't abuse your power, that you should always ask before invading people's privacy, she was furious and she was going to let the Professor know about it.

By the time Jean stood outside the Professor's office, she had worked her self up to the point where she could snap given the right fuel. Inside the Professor could nearly feel the heat from Jean's anger. Jean entered without knocking, and braced her self against her anger, she was not going to let it control her, she was in charge and no one was going to take that away from her, not even a part of herself.

"You know." It was a statement, not a question.

"How many people have you told? I'm guessing you told the x-men, anyone else?" Jean's voice was rising in temper.

"How can you lecture these children on not abusing their powers and not invading people's privacy, when you decide to invade mine! Even if I was unconscious, it does not give you the right to go through my mind. And then tell every one else!" The bulb in the Professors desk light gave a little pop and exploded.

"Jean you need to calm down. I did not read your mind, but yes I do know that you have been raped." The Professor's face didn't change expression for one minute. Jean stopped, she had not expected this. She'd thought he would deny all knowledge. She had certainly not expected him to say it, no one had said it, not even herself. She sat down in the leather chair behind her very quickly, her breathing coming raggedly. Slowly she raised her eyes to meat the Professor's. Her face had gone white. All of the anger, that had given her strength, was gone.

"Then how?" The silence seemed to stretch on forever. Jean's thoughts were whirling round her brain. Had she let slip some how?

"Storm told us." Jean's eyes clouded over with confusion.

"How did she know?"

"That you should ask Storm herself, I'm not at liberty to say." Jean looked into the Professor's eyes and realised she was not going to get anything more out of him. She sighed, frustrated, and left without a word.

Once out side, she sagged against the wall. So they knew, that's why she was getting the piteous looks every time she stepped into a room. Looking at her watch she realised Storm was not going to be up yet, plus it might be better for her to regain so control over her emotions before facing Storm. However Storm had managed to find out she had no right telling everyone! Wanting to hit some thing Jean set off for the Danger room.

Half an hour later, Jean could feel nothing, she had set the danger room to the highest level and she had been battered and bruised ever since. Some how feeling nothing but physical pain was a blessing. Her mind was concentrating so much on the physical pain, that her mental pain was temporarily forgotten. This bliss didn't last long though because Storm walked through the door when she had stopped to rest. Jean heard the clang of the door shutting, she turned to face Storm.

"You shouldn't be beating your self up like this, I've heard of a morning work out but this is a bit drastic isn't it?" Storm tried to lighten the mood, she sensed something different in Jean.

"How did you find out?" Storm was a bit taken back by the change of direction.

"Wolverine was complaining that he couldn't get into here because you had it." Storm looked puzzled, surely Jean wasn't hiding the fact that she was testing her skills too?

"No" Jean's eyes flashed in annoyance.

"How did you find out that I had been,,,,, raped?" Jean's mouth stumbled over the last word, and she inwardly cursed herself. Storm's eye's widened and she took a step backwards.

"I ,,,what,,,, I mean,,,,, ." Storm trailed off looking at Jean hopelessly. Jean's face blanked.

"You know I don't really care how you found out, but how dare you!!! How dare you go spreading it around!" Jean was shouting now.

"You had NO RIGHT!" Screaming Jean acted on her natural instinct, she moved her hand and one of the guns in the wall of the danger room started firing at random intervals. Storm's eyes turned, suddenly they were milky white, her hair began to collect static electricity. Jean let out a cry which made Storm think her ears might be bleeding, she had never heard some one in such pain before. Lighting started lancing down from the ceiling, but Jean held them back. More guns exploded from their sockets in the walls, one of the rams came out of the wall and knocked Jeans leg. Jean's eyes looked as though they were on fire. Keeping her hold on all of the objects and the lighting jean grabbed one of the walls and pulled as hard as possibly could, for it to land on Storm. She now couldn't see Storm all she could see was a person to blame, a person to hurt, a person to punish that wasn't herself. Fortunately her lack of sleep meant her hold on her telekinesis wasn't up to its normal strength. She was trying to push it too far by pulling down the wall as well as controlling the guns and holding the lightning. Her hold on the lighting slipped and as she was hit by the bolt that had built its self up behind her shield, Storm was struck by a bullet, and fell shaking to the ground. The silence that followed would have shattered windows. And as the dust settled, it moved to show two bodies, one lying twitching and one completely still. Jean's face was white, contrasting with her fiery red hair, a moan escaped her lips. Still twitching she moved and her eyes slide across Storm's too still body. Jean gasped, what had she done?

Fin

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