"...and this is your room." Jean finished, stopping in the hall that
separated their rooms. She had decided to take the LONG way to showing him
where his room was so that she could give him a tour of the whole mansion.
"Wow... It all looks wonderful to me so far..." Scott said quietly.
She giggled. "That's probably because it's the first thing you've seen at all in two years." He looked at her weirdly reminding her that he hadn't shared that information with her yet. Her happy face was gone in an instant. "Oh my gosh!" she said quickly. "I'm-so-sorry! I-didn't-mean-to-I- swear-but-I-don't-have-a-lot-of-control-over-it-yet-and-you-think-so-loud! Not-that-that's-a-bad-thing,-a-lot-of-people-do-its-just-that-its-probably- not-very-safe-around-"
"Hey! Slow down!" He interrupted. "What the heck are you talking about? What don't you have control over? What's not safe?"
She breathed. "I'm sorry. I guess you don't know yet. Wow. That must've made absolutely no sense to you..."
"No," he admitted. "It didn't really."
"Well... umm... You do know that everyone here is a mutant, right?" she asked.
Actually, he hadn't put much thought into that particular fact, but he vaguely remembered the lady saying that. He nodded.
"Okay... well, I'm a telepath. That basically means that I can read your mind and that if I wanted to, I could control your thoughts and actions." She winced, not knowing how he'd respond. "You can go now, if you want. Most people don't even want to be in the same room as me after they find out I could turn them into a vegetable with just a thought."
He laughed. "Guess I'm not most people then."
She smiled. "Does that mean you still wanna be my friend?"
"Of course." Jean threw her arms around his neck in a hug. Reluctantly, Scott wrapped his arms around her, returning it.
She pulled away after a moment. "Come on. It's almost dinner time and you don't exactly have anything to unpack, anyway." She said, taking his hand again and pulling him down the stairs again.
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Logan was pacing the room, Ororo sitting on the couch and Hank on an easy chair, watching.
"Logan! Sit down this minute! She's a ten-year-old girl! What's the worst she could do?" Ororo exclaimed, getting tired from just watching him. He grunted and sat next to her on the couch.
"'Ro, don't get me started on the damage that kid c'n cause. Need I remind you of the 'whipped cream incident' or the 'worm incident'?" Logan asked.
Hank chuckled. "Aw, to be young again." Then, seeing the two children coming down the stairs. "Speak of the devil."
Jean smirked. The, faking a hurt voice. "Dr. McCoy! You really shouldn't talk like that about Logan!"
Hank smiled. "My dear, compared to you, Wolverine here is an angel."
She laughed out loud at that. "Anyway, we just came down to see if dinner was ready." She said once she had calmed herself down enough to speak again.
Ororo, smiling because Logan was so uncomfortable, answered her. "It should be soon. Why don't you set the table? It'll be good practice."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "For my telekinesis or for when one day when I'm the one making the dinner and you're all old and playing bingo at the home downtown?" she asked with false sweetness.
"Take your pick," Ororo answered dryly, used to the child's humor. "Now run along, I'm sure we can keep Mr. Summers entertained for a few moments while you dress the table."
The girl smiled evilly at Logan and left the room.
"Well, you two seem to be getting along well so far." Hank commented, meaning Scott and Jean.
Scott nodded. "Yeah, she's pretty nice." He said, nonchalantly.
"See, Logan? You're the only one afraid of her." Ororo laughed, patting his shoulder.
He grunted. "Yeah, well, judging by the way he was actin' when we met 'im, I'd give him three days tops before he gets a taste of something like 'the pudding skins incident'." He smirked. "Take it from me, kid. DON'T make Jeannie angry. She's very inta the whole revenge thing."
Scott smirked. "I am in SO much trouble..." Then he looked like he was deep in thought for a moment. "What's a 'pudding skins incident'?"
The grow-ups all laughed. Surprisingly, Hank was the one who answered. "One day, after a particularly bad fight with all of us adults, Miss Grey covered everything in pudding skins. I believe she stayed up all night making them."
Suddenly Jean's voice came into everyone's heads. ~Talking about me behind my back, are we? Tsk, tsk.~ They spotted her by the doorway. "And here I thought you were a smart bunch..."
"Young lady, is the table set?" Ororo asked.
"Yes, Ororo." Jean smiled. "Can we eat, now?"
"Yes, I think we can." The older lady answered. "Is the Professor ready?"
"Yes, ma'am, he is on his way as we speak." Jean replied. "I want to sit in between Scott and Logan." She stated pleasantly.
"Umm... I think Hank wants ta sit by ya, right Hank?" Logan said.
"Oh, it's quite okay, my friend. If the young lady wishes to be seated by you, then who am I to deny her?" Beast asked, smiling at Jean who grinned back.
"Let's go," she grabbed Scott and Logan's hands. Ororo and Hank followed, laughing at the look on Logan's face.
"Now, don't try anything funny, Red. You hear me?" Logan warned.
She tilted her head to the side. "Why what ever do you mean, Logan?"
"Wow... It all looks wonderful to me so far..." Scott said quietly.
She giggled. "That's probably because it's the first thing you've seen at all in two years." He looked at her weirdly reminding her that he hadn't shared that information with her yet. Her happy face was gone in an instant. "Oh my gosh!" she said quickly. "I'm-so-sorry! I-didn't-mean-to-I- swear-but-I-don't-have-a-lot-of-control-over-it-yet-and-you-think-so-loud! Not-that-that's-a-bad-thing,-a-lot-of-people-do-its-just-that-its-probably- not-very-safe-around-"
"Hey! Slow down!" He interrupted. "What the heck are you talking about? What don't you have control over? What's not safe?"
She breathed. "I'm sorry. I guess you don't know yet. Wow. That must've made absolutely no sense to you..."
"No," he admitted. "It didn't really."
"Well... umm... You do know that everyone here is a mutant, right?" she asked.
Actually, he hadn't put much thought into that particular fact, but he vaguely remembered the lady saying that. He nodded.
"Okay... well, I'm a telepath. That basically means that I can read your mind and that if I wanted to, I could control your thoughts and actions." She winced, not knowing how he'd respond. "You can go now, if you want. Most people don't even want to be in the same room as me after they find out I could turn them into a vegetable with just a thought."
He laughed. "Guess I'm not most people then."
She smiled. "Does that mean you still wanna be my friend?"
"Of course." Jean threw her arms around his neck in a hug. Reluctantly, Scott wrapped his arms around her, returning it.
She pulled away after a moment. "Come on. It's almost dinner time and you don't exactly have anything to unpack, anyway." She said, taking his hand again and pulling him down the stairs again.
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Logan was pacing the room, Ororo sitting on the couch and Hank on an easy chair, watching.
"Logan! Sit down this minute! She's a ten-year-old girl! What's the worst she could do?" Ororo exclaimed, getting tired from just watching him. He grunted and sat next to her on the couch.
"'Ro, don't get me started on the damage that kid c'n cause. Need I remind you of the 'whipped cream incident' or the 'worm incident'?" Logan asked.
Hank chuckled. "Aw, to be young again." Then, seeing the two children coming down the stairs. "Speak of the devil."
Jean smirked. The, faking a hurt voice. "Dr. McCoy! You really shouldn't talk like that about Logan!"
Hank smiled. "My dear, compared to you, Wolverine here is an angel."
She laughed out loud at that. "Anyway, we just came down to see if dinner was ready." She said once she had calmed herself down enough to speak again.
Ororo, smiling because Logan was so uncomfortable, answered her. "It should be soon. Why don't you set the table? It'll be good practice."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "For my telekinesis or for when one day when I'm the one making the dinner and you're all old and playing bingo at the home downtown?" she asked with false sweetness.
"Take your pick," Ororo answered dryly, used to the child's humor. "Now run along, I'm sure we can keep Mr. Summers entertained for a few moments while you dress the table."
The girl smiled evilly at Logan and left the room.
"Well, you two seem to be getting along well so far." Hank commented, meaning Scott and Jean.
Scott nodded. "Yeah, she's pretty nice." He said, nonchalantly.
"See, Logan? You're the only one afraid of her." Ororo laughed, patting his shoulder.
He grunted. "Yeah, well, judging by the way he was actin' when we met 'im, I'd give him three days tops before he gets a taste of something like 'the pudding skins incident'." He smirked. "Take it from me, kid. DON'T make Jeannie angry. She's very inta the whole revenge thing."
Scott smirked. "I am in SO much trouble..." Then he looked like he was deep in thought for a moment. "What's a 'pudding skins incident'?"
The grow-ups all laughed. Surprisingly, Hank was the one who answered. "One day, after a particularly bad fight with all of us adults, Miss Grey covered everything in pudding skins. I believe she stayed up all night making them."
Suddenly Jean's voice came into everyone's heads. ~Talking about me behind my back, are we? Tsk, tsk.~ They spotted her by the doorway. "And here I thought you were a smart bunch..."
"Young lady, is the table set?" Ororo asked.
"Yes, Ororo." Jean smiled. "Can we eat, now?"
"Yes, I think we can." The older lady answered. "Is the Professor ready?"
"Yes, ma'am, he is on his way as we speak." Jean replied. "I want to sit in between Scott and Logan." She stated pleasantly.
"Umm... I think Hank wants ta sit by ya, right Hank?" Logan said.
"Oh, it's quite okay, my friend. If the young lady wishes to be seated by you, then who am I to deny her?" Beast asked, smiling at Jean who grinned back.
"Let's go," she grabbed Scott and Logan's hands. Ororo and Hank followed, laughing at the look on Logan's face.
"Now, don't try anything funny, Red. You hear me?" Logan warned.
She tilted her head to the side. "Why what ever do you mean, Logan?"