Thank you so much to all you who have R&Red and thank you for being patient with my spelling mistakes! Thanks to 'Random Little People' for posting a very encouraging review! (lol, I take constructive criticisms to heart too, but you have to admit that some reviews are more encouraging to others.) I also want to thank Wen1 who seems to be my sole regular reader- or at least he reviews more regularly than the rest of you all, so thank you! Enjoy!

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Questions rolled through Nanny's mind for the rest of the day. She debated going and talking to the Professor about them, but decided she could ask the next morning easily enough.

"What's on your mind? I can see the smoke pouring out of your ears." The Professor chuckled softly in his scholarly way.

"Professor- what if, I mean … you said that Magneto had the same powers, and I was thinking that maybe, his machines, thinking that they put them there. Maybe they're not really my powers. I feel like an imposter …" she whispered the last part to herself.

"No, they are your powers. I thought I felt it before, before you met Magneto, but I was going to let time be the bearer of that news. And what are these machines that you speak of?"

The images flashed back in her mind, and her cheek twitched ever so slightly. The Professor gazed at her serious, trying to read the images in her thoughts.

"Professor, please don't tell anyone."

"Nanny look at me. Those machines didn't put anything into you. In actuality, the stress that those machines caused made your powers surface. These powers are very much your own! Several mutants must under go stress to bring out their powers, but this is the most extreme case I've seen."

Nanny finally sat down and she closed her eyes, ready to sort everything out, ready to let go and accept her powers. She heard a slight rustle in the dirt and when she looked up, the Professor was gone. Sorting out her feelings and letting go was quite possibly the greatest "training" she could get. He left her be that morning, and her nerves did calm.

Nanny wandered through the art room for the first time since she had been back. The books looked so much better; someone had tried ironing out the pages. That worked, but only to a degree. Sitting on her desk was a small note and a doodle to go along with it.

"I'm sorry Nanny, for the mess, and for ruining your sketch book.

Sincerely,

Colossus"

The doodle was of Nanny staring out the art room window, her ruined sketch book in her lap and the words "I'm sorry" written softly in a gust of wind that came through the window she was gazing out of.

Nanny smiled and put the doodle into a folder she kept in her desk. She cleared off all of the papers she had left behind, finished grading projects, and started firing some of the pots. When it was all said and done, she went to the back porch, bare footed and in her favorite pair of jean shorts and sipped at some ice tea.

"Looks like we're loosing the last bits of summer." Wolverine shut the sliding glass door quietly behind him and sat down next to Nanny.

"Yep. But this can be the best few weeks of the year; warm, the most beautiful sun sets, yet, a slight chilly breeze. It's nice."

"You seem better. And I don't just mean physically."

Nanny sighed and nodded her head. "Ya. I've worked through a lot of things these past few days."

"Gonna tell me about them?"

"I already told you part of it, when I told everyone."

"We all understand that whatever it was, it was scarring, but we also know that you made that story up."

"Oh."

"I don't mean to put a hole in your good mood."

"No, I don't mind. And, if I ever find myself wanting to tell someone, needing to, I'll let you know. I've worked through them, but I'm still not ready to share."

They sat there together a few more moments, both staring off into the distance, past the distance, into their own thoughts. They heard the kids starting to come down for dinner. Wolverine got up and went back in. Nanny followed a moment later.

….

"You're up late."

"Mmmm, couldn't sleep. I've had problems since I've been back. First it was that I couldn't get comfortable I was so sore."

"Bad dreams?"

"I'd assume. I don't remember them, or even feelings about them. I just wake up restless."

"I could take a-"

"Thanks Jean but …" Jean nodded. She understood that Nanny still had things she didn't want to share.

"Want some coffee?"

"No that's ok. Never really acquired a taste for it." Nanny grabbed some yogurt out of the fridge. "So why are you up?"

Jean huffed under breathe and grinned. "Scott mentioned our wedding again. We haven't been working on the plans lately because of everything that's gone on. I haven't been able to get it off my mind since he mentioned it this morning."

"Oohhhh Jean!" Nanny scrunched up her nose and practically squealed! "Oh it's so exciting! If you need any help, with anything, please let me know!"

"Hahaha, I will."

"So do you know where you're going to have the wedding?"

"Well, Scott's parents past away when he was a child, so we're looking more somewhere closer to my home. But I haven't talked to my dad in a really long time. Things haven't been so good between us. I'm going to call him, smooth things out, and then maybe we could have the wedding there. I want my dad to walk me down the aisle, no matter where the wedding is. But, I thought maybe Scott would want to have the wedding in his own home town since his parents can't be there for it. And all of that is great, but now I'm wanting a smaller wedding." Jean sighed and sat down. "I remember planning out my wedding when I was five. I was going to wear this big, fluffy, lacy, bright pink dress, with loads of sparkles. Hahaha, I was going to have ponies there and magical fairies. Oh, and I was going to be a Princess and my groom was going to be a Prince in shining silver armor. There would be lots of people and presents, and food."

"I don't think I'll ever get married." Storm announced as she walked in.

"Oh, you don't see wedding bells in your future?"

"What about Kurt?"

"-sigh- I love him. He's so sweet. It's just, we have a lot of differences."

"What about you?" Jean asked turning to Nanny.

"What about me? Wedding bells you mean? I certainly hope I see wedding bells in my future."

"Any guy in particular?"

"Not really."

"Not Wolverine then?"

"What!"

"Then you don't like him? We all thought-"

"Everyone knows? I didn't think I was being obvious about it."

"So then you do like Wolverine."

"Well ya."

"Why don't you see yourself marrying him?"

"I like him, but nothing is ever going to happen."

"I wouldn't say that. Have you noticed how he jokes around more when you're around and he talks to you more?"

"Ya I noticed. –sigh- but I don't want to get my hopes up."

"Ohhh it's so nice! We all have guys! How I would have killed to say that back in high school!"

"Speak for yourselves, Jean. I only have a middle school crush."

Jean laughed. "What you have is certainly beyond a middle school crush."

"Well, back to Jean's wedding," Nanny announced, pulling the ice cream out of the fridge and rolling her eyes. Storm grabbed the fudge and other toppings and Jean got out the bowls and spoons.

After a few more hours of discussing dresses, honey moons vacation spots, hair styles, bride's maid's dresses, color schemes, music, food, and everything else you can think of, Jean headed up to bed. Storm had fallen asleep on the couch not too long ago. Nanny stayed up in the library, where she was sure no one would go wandering so early in the morning, and practiced her levitation. She levitated a spoon, and then two at once. The more and more she practiced, she realized that she could even bend the spoons. Carefully, after falling several times, Nanny was able to tie a knot in the spoon! She was so excited she rushed into the art room and practiced opening drawers and doors knobs. The sun was rising when the Professor found Nanny asleep in front of the open drawers in the art room, the knotted spoon still hovering about two inches off the floor.

'Nanny wake up.'

"Profesor?"

"Good morning. Looks like you were busy last night."

"Huh, oh ya! Look, Professor! I tied a knot in the spoon!"

"I see."

"It took me a long time!"

"Hahaha, I bet. Your dedication has paid off. Now I think we can start some harder training sessions. But continue practicing with spoons, door knobs, and drawers in your spare time. However, I suggest you go get some more sleep."