A/N: Alright heres the next chapter and thank you so much for the reviews. I love it.
Summ: Jean introduces Tristian to the trio.
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter 6- First Meet
Jean tapped her fingernails on the tiled counter, her elbow resting on the counter, chin in her palm, waiting for the trio to arrive. Tristian sat across from her, fingers gently tapping his Pepsi can, staring at the dark blue tiles, his mind clearly somewhere else. His blue eyes had that far off distant look in them and his face was expressionless as his fingers tapped absent-mindedly at the can, making a clanking noise each time a finger hit it..
She wondered what he was thinking, what was going on inside his head. But she didn't dare try and enter. Not without his permission and it didn't seem to be a good moment to try anything. For all she knew his mind could have been as messed up as Logan's and Logan's was a mystery box to anyone who tried. She had already seen the way Tristian's eyes darkened when it came to mentioning his powers. She couldn't imagine what talking about his past would do to him. He didn't let Xavier in so he had something to hide. And in time he would reveal it, but she couldn't blame him for not telling a bunch of strangers that he hardly knew.
Jean sensed Rogue approaching but didn't turn her head to look, she kept focused on Tristian who seemed to be lost in his thoughts. His eyes flickered up and his fingers stopped moving across he can, posed just above it, hovering there, just as Rogue opened the door and came in, sliding the glass back into place behind her.
Jean turned her head, looking at the wet brunette, her hair matted down, stringing in her face. She brushed the white streaks behind her ears, tugging on the edge of her robe that was open, showing her blue bikini.
"Ya wanted to see me?" she asked, not noticing Tristian.
Jean smiled with a nod. "Yes," her eyes flickered around, glancing outside the glass door. "Where are John and Bobby?"
A devious smile crossed the young girls lips. "They're a lil preoccupied at the moment."
Jean frowned, her mind scanning out until she came upon the two teenager boys stuck in the now empty pool, struggling to get out. Bobby had tried to make a staircase of ice, but the two found it to be too slippery since they kept falling off landing back in the pool.
Jean shook her head and snickered.
"They deserved it," Rogue put in.
"I'm sure they did. I'll just have to introduce you without them for now," she told her.
Rogue frowned, forehead creasing. "Introduce me to who?"
Tristian's fingers tapped the can then, five clinks in a row. Rogue's head spun and looked at him. Her eyes widened a little bit and Jean watched as she grabbed the edges of her robe pulling them closer and tying them with the sash, suddenly feeling a bit naked.
Tristian's eyes gave no sign of caring or even noticing her bathing suit clad body when she first came in. They were just focused on her face as they were now. Jean looked at him looking at her. He seemed to be studying her, reading her somehow. She wondered if he had done the same to the others and her. If he had done it to her then he had decided to trust her. She just hoped he'd do the same to Marie. As far as she knew there was nothing to not like about the southern girl. Now there might be a problem with John, but not Rogue or Bobby for that matter.
She waited in anticipation, partially holding her breath. Tristian sighed and his physique relaxed. So did Jean, taking a deep breath to calm herself.
"Hi," Tristian greeted, sitting up more.
"Hello," Rogue greeted, her southern drawl noticeable. "I take it you're new here."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I am.'
"How long ya been here?"
"Oh about," he glanced at his watch. "A day or so."
"Weird that I haven't seen ya yet. Normally the new ones get introduced as soon as possible," she told him.
He shrugged, "Yeah well, I didn't necessarily get the welcome wagon treatment. But Jean here," he jutted his chin at her, "rescued me and decided I should meet a few people. Said there was three in particular I should meet."
"Then I should be honored," Rogue laughed glancing at Jean. "I take it Bobby and John are the other two."
Jean nodded, glad to see these two getting along at least. She was sure they wouldn't judge him by his power as Scott and Xavier had so far. "Yes, but the other two are a little busy at the moment."
Tristian nodded. "That's cool," he pointed at Rogue. "It's nice to meet one of you."
Rogue sunk her hand into her robe, covering it with the cotton material and extended her hand to him. "I'm Marie, you can call me Rogue, everyone does."
He stared at her cloth covered hand with a confused look, not understanding.
"It has nothing to do with you," she told him. "I just can't really touch anyone without hurting them."
Jean butted in, explaining for him. "Marie can take anyone's power or energy or memories when she touches them. It causes the person she touches to become weaker or even put into a coma."
"Ohh," Tristian raised his eyebrows, fully understanding He looked back at Rogue. "That's okay."
He extended his hand and shook hers, "I'm Tristian…just call me Tristian."
Rogue smiled with a snort and frowned, "Tristian? That's a weird name."
He let go of her hand with a smile. "So is Rogue."
She nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear again. "Okay, ya win. No more questions on the names."
"Rogue's your codename or something?" he asked in wonderment.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Do you have one?"
Jean saw the darkness creep back into his eyes, giving him that haunted look again. He swallowed and it almost looked painful. "Yeah I do." His fingers started to tap the can again, he was going back into his head.
Jean reached across the counter and touched his hand. His fingers stopped and he looked at her. Her green eyes held sympathy and warmth, comfort. He must have seen it because the darkness drifted away from behind his eyes, the light returning. He smiled and she could almost read the thank you in them.
Rogue sensed his discomfort with it. "Ya don't have to tell me. I can wait 'till you're ready."
He nodded. "Thanks. I just need to get comfortable here first, around people." He glanced a both of them, eyes flickering back and forth. "How many people are here anyways."
"A lot," Rogue answered. "There are a lot of students here and only a few adults."
"Over three hundred students," Jean answered. "And eight or so adults."
Tristian fidgeted a bit in his seat running a hand through his dark hair. "I don't do real great around a lot of people…not anymore at least."
"Don't worry about it, "Your room's up top, away from most of the kids. The only ones you'll be close to up there are probably, Rogue, Bobby and John. And my rooms right down the hall from the one you're getting."
He seemed to relax knowing he'd be close to people he knew, "I can work with that."
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R&R PLEASE.
Summ: Jean introduces Tristian to the trio.
Rating: PG-13
'~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 6- First Meet
Jean tapped her fingernails on the tiled counter, her elbow resting on the counter, chin in her palm, waiting for the trio to arrive. Tristian sat across from her, fingers gently tapping his Pepsi can, staring at the dark blue tiles, his mind clearly somewhere else. His blue eyes had that far off distant look in them and his face was expressionless as his fingers tapped absent-mindedly at the can, making a clanking noise each time a finger hit it..
She wondered what he was thinking, what was going on inside his head. But she didn't dare try and enter. Not without his permission and it didn't seem to be a good moment to try anything. For all she knew his mind could have been as messed up as Logan's and Logan's was a mystery box to anyone who tried. She had already seen the way Tristian's eyes darkened when it came to mentioning his powers. She couldn't imagine what talking about his past would do to him. He didn't let Xavier in so he had something to hide. And in time he would reveal it, but she couldn't blame him for not telling a bunch of strangers that he hardly knew.
Jean sensed Rogue approaching but didn't turn her head to look, she kept focused on Tristian who seemed to be lost in his thoughts. His eyes flickered up and his fingers stopped moving across he can, posed just above it, hovering there, just as Rogue opened the door and came in, sliding the glass back into place behind her.
Jean turned her head, looking at the wet brunette, her hair matted down, stringing in her face. She brushed the white streaks behind her ears, tugging on the edge of her robe that was open, showing her blue bikini.
"Ya wanted to see me?" she asked, not noticing Tristian.
Jean smiled with a nod. "Yes," her eyes flickered around, glancing outside the glass door. "Where are John and Bobby?"
A devious smile crossed the young girls lips. "They're a lil preoccupied at the moment."
Jean frowned, her mind scanning out until she came upon the two teenager boys stuck in the now empty pool, struggling to get out. Bobby had tried to make a staircase of ice, but the two found it to be too slippery since they kept falling off landing back in the pool.
Jean shook her head and snickered.
"They deserved it," Rogue put in.
"I'm sure they did. I'll just have to introduce you without them for now," she told her.
Rogue frowned, forehead creasing. "Introduce me to who?"
Tristian's fingers tapped the can then, five clinks in a row. Rogue's head spun and looked at him. Her eyes widened a little bit and Jean watched as she grabbed the edges of her robe pulling them closer and tying them with the sash, suddenly feeling a bit naked.
Tristian's eyes gave no sign of caring or even noticing her bathing suit clad body when she first came in. They were just focused on her face as they were now. Jean looked at him looking at her. He seemed to be studying her, reading her somehow. She wondered if he had done the same to the others and her. If he had done it to her then he had decided to trust her. She just hoped he'd do the same to Marie. As far as she knew there was nothing to not like about the southern girl. Now there might be a problem with John, but not Rogue or Bobby for that matter.
She waited in anticipation, partially holding her breath. Tristian sighed and his physique relaxed. So did Jean, taking a deep breath to calm herself.
"Hi," Tristian greeted, sitting up more.
"Hello," Rogue greeted, her southern drawl noticeable. "I take it you're new here."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I am.'
"How long ya been here?"
"Oh about," he glanced at his watch. "A day or so."
"Weird that I haven't seen ya yet. Normally the new ones get introduced as soon as possible," she told him.
He shrugged, "Yeah well, I didn't necessarily get the welcome wagon treatment. But Jean here," he jutted his chin at her, "rescued me and decided I should meet a few people. Said there was three in particular I should meet."
"Then I should be honored," Rogue laughed glancing at Jean. "I take it Bobby and John are the other two."
Jean nodded, glad to see these two getting along at least. She was sure they wouldn't judge him by his power as Scott and Xavier had so far. "Yes, but the other two are a little busy at the moment."
Tristian nodded. "That's cool," he pointed at Rogue. "It's nice to meet one of you."
Rogue sunk her hand into her robe, covering it with the cotton material and extended her hand to him. "I'm Marie, you can call me Rogue, everyone does."
He stared at her cloth covered hand with a confused look, not understanding.
"It has nothing to do with you," she told him. "I just can't really touch anyone without hurting them."
Jean butted in, explaining for him. "Marie can take anyone's power or energy or memories when she touches them. It causes the person she touches to become weaker or even put into a coma."
"Ohh," Tristian raised his eyebrows, fully understanding He looked back at Rogue. "That's okay."
He extended his hand and shook hers, "I'm Tristian…just call me Tristian."
Rogue smiled with a snort and frowned, "Tristian? That's a weird name."
He let go of her hand with a smile. "So is Rogue."
She nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear again. "Okay, ya win. No more questions on the names."
"Rogue's your codename or something?" he asked in wonderment.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Do you have one?"
Jean saw the darkness creep back into his eyes, giving him that haunted look again. He swallowed and it almost looked painful. "Yeah I do." His fingers started to tap the can again, he was going back into his head.
Jean reached across the counter and touched his hand. His fingers stopped and he looked at her. Her green eyes held sympathy and warmth, comfort. He must have seen it because the darkness drifted away from behind his eyes, the light returning. He smiled and she could almost read the thank you in them.
Rogue sensed his discomfort with it. "Ya don't have to tell me. I can wait 'till you're ready."
He nodded. "Thanks. I just need to get comfortable here first, around people." He glanced a both of them, eyes flickering back and forth. "How many people are here anyways."
"A lot," Rogue answered. "There are a lot of students here and only a few adults."
"Over three hundred students," Jean answered. "And eight or so adults."
Tristian fidgeted a bit in his seat running a hand through his dark hair. "I don't do real great around a lot of people…not anymore at least."
"Don't worry about it, "Your room's up top, away from most of the kids. The only ones you'll be close to up there are probably, Rogue, Bobby and John. And my rooms right down the hall from the one you're getting."
He seemed to relax knowing he'd be close to people he knew, "I can work with that."
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R&R PLEASE.