It was a Wednesday afternoon after classes and Joscelyn was, not for the first time, sitting in the Professors study in front a very stern looking teaching body. Professor Xavier was sitting behind his desk opposite her looking very angry, there were not many things a student could do to truly anger him, but Joss had found one. She avoided meeting his eyes and instead concentrated on the sunlight reflecting from the top of his head.

"Joscelyn," he began tersely "would you mind explaining to me exactly why you decided it would be a good idea to attack Mr Summers?" She looked up, glancing briefly at Scott who was holding an icepack to the side of his face, and replied morosely.

"I didn't attack him. I hit him, there's a difference." Professor Xavier remained patient as ever.

"Very well, why did you hit him?"

"He was asking for it."

"I'm sure he wasn't."

"You know what I mean!."

"You mean he said something you didn't like?"

"Pretty much."

"What did he say?" she opened her mouth to answer, but frowning closed it again, clenching her jaw tight.

The Professor could sense that she was very angry and struggling to stay calm but pressed on anyway knowing that with Joss, making her lose her temper was often the only way to make her give up some kind of information.

"Joscelyn?"

She raised her golden eyes once more and scowled at Scott

"Why don't you ask him?" All eyes turned to Scott who, removing the pack from his face to reveal an angry looking swelling on his left cheek, turned to the Professor.

"She was late arriving to Physics this afternoon and subsequently refused to participate in the lesson..." he began.

"...That stuff is remedial" Joss interrupted angrily, forgetting that she was already in a considerable amount if trouble "there's no point me even being there." Scott continued, ignoring the interruption.

"I asked her to see me after the class, so that I could speak to her about her behaviour and maybe arrange some individual work for her in accordance with her ability but she was surly and uncooperative." There was a snigger from Joss' direction, closely echoed by one from the other end of the sofa where Logan was sitting. The professor shot him a look but ignored Joss and gestured to Scott to continue.

"I told her that I had every confidence in her ability to surpass all expectation in her classes if she would apply just five percent of her intellect to her studies, that she obviously wishes to learn and is more than capable of teaching herself or she would still be at the academic level of a six year old rather than that of an incredibly advanced seventeen year old."

Jean stepped forward, looking puzzled.

"I don't understand why this would upset you Joscelyn, Scott wasn't putting any undue pressure on you to work." Joscelyn raised her eyebrows and smiled grimly.

"Well, let the boy finish. He hasn't gotten on to his specialist subject yet." She adopted a tough military voice and barked "Discipline!"

Again Logan sniggered in his corner and was this time silenced with a glance from Jean.

Scott sighed and went on, somewhat reluctantly. "I said it was understandable that she would have difficulty adjusting to having restrictions imposed upon her for the first time in a very long time but that it was necessary in a school environment to impose a little discipline, even if she had gone without any for over ten years." He paused.

Joscelyn from her chair motioned with her hand for him to continue, "Go on." her anger had been replaced by a wry amusement as she that he knew he had been out of line. Scott looked at the Professor who already knew where it was going and received an encouraging nod.

"I might have implied, well said, that maybe her parents didn't bother to try bringing her up properly before they died." Logan snorted angrily from his corner

"Fuck Cyclops, over the line!" Scott shot him a fiery look but didn't reply.

"And that's when she hit you?" Storm asked

"No-oo" he replied, "She then said and I quote 'Hey, Fuck you. You don't know shit!' I told her that kind of language betrays a limited vocabulary."

"And that's when she hit you?" she asked again

"Yes."