In a world that hates and fears mutants, Professor Charles Xavier and his business partner Tony Stark own X-Corporation, a company designed to help secure the futures of mutants by giving them job opportunities. Having several employees which include his legal wards, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, as well as Warren Worthington III, Forge and Hank McCoy, Professor Xavier enlists the help of his contacts to help Scott and Jean get into shape physically as he trains them mentally.

As this happens, Professor Xavier picks up the psychic signatures of a fourteen-year-old boy from Boston named Bobby Drake, whose mutation of cyrokinesis has just began to manifest.

Issue 6: The Original Five

Alberta, Canada Alpha Flight Facility – Eight Years Ago

Forty-five-year-old Charles Xavier found himself touring the facility of Canadian-American mutant team Alpha Flight. The team had been founded by former Air Force test pilot Carol Danvers who had gotten caught in an accident which gave her alien-based powers, and dishonorably discharged mutants John and James Proudstar. Ever since then, Alpha Flight had become a reliable partnership for Professor Xavier and Tony Stark, especially as they were looking to gain the government's trust to prove that not all mutants were using their powers for bad intentions. And Alpha Flight never failed to prove people wrong. The amount of time and effort that they put in to working with both the Canadian and American governments had led to many successes, including the arrests of several mutant gangs that had been smuggling drugs from the Canadian border over to America.

"I have to say, John, Carol, that this is quite impressive," said Professor Xavier.

"Thank you, Professor," Carol said, her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her red, blue and gold Ms. Marvel uniform residing on her body. They passed the prisoner cells that were designed especially for the mutant prisoners. However, as they turned the corner, they saw Alpha Flight members James and Heather Hudson covered in what appeared to be a greenish slime.

"Hey, Vindicator, Guardian, was that . . .?" John asked.

"Yeah, it was Toad again," James – Guardian – groaned as he reached for a towel to clean his face off.

They could hear Toad screaming from his cell. "Let me outta here, you wannabe po-poes! This cell cannot hold me any longer!"

"Shut up Toad!" shouted the voice of Walter Langowski – known as Sasquatch due to his larger, towering, furry appearance that could only make him look like something similar to Big Foot.

"Toad, be quiet! No one wants to listen to you!" shouted James Proudstar, Warpath, as he made his way down the hallways to check on the non-mutant prisoners.

John groaned in frustration. Needing to deal with Toad was a pain in the ass, because he was a nuisance for a lot of the other prisoners that were there. He spent half his time shit-talking the members of Alpha Flight, and the other half spitting his disgusting greenish slime that he produced whenever they went into his cell to bring him his three meals a day. John and his younger brother, James, having grown up on a Cherokee reservation in Washington State, they had both been trained to be disciplined warriors their whole lives. That way of living had translated to their desire to be actual warriors, both men joining the Army together; however, they both got dishonorably discharged after they had been exposed as mutants. In an effort to continue being involved in the military somewhat, they founded Alpha Flight with Carol Danvers, who had sought them out after having found them drinking away and getting into bar fights.

"Sorry about that, Professor. Toad, he's a . . . he's a special kind of prisoner in here," Carol groaned, her blue eyes clenching tight.

"No worries, Carol, no worries," Professor Xavier assured her. "Though, you know Tony would be more than happy to provide you with whatever weapons or transportation necessary."

"Well, weapons are not really too necessary. You're looking at a team of actual superheroes," said Carol with a grin. "Besides, with Toad in here, you know I don't take shit, okay?"

"Yeah, we all know, Carol," said John with a small smile on his face as they continued to pass the mutant wing. The mutant wing consisted of several mutant prisoners. Toad was the biggest troublemaker in the wing. Being green-skinned with yellow, glossy eyes, an amphibious agility, and a long tongue, Toad was definitely the biggest misfit out of them all. He annoyed every single prisoner, and everyone would like nothing more than for him to shut up. There were other mutant prisoners as well. The prisoners ranged from having purple hair, blue skin, overly-large hands and feet, having fish-like appearances and huge amounts of fur covering their bodies. Some of the mutant prisoners were Morlocks – mutants who lived underground in the sewers of large cities who committed acts that made them look more like vigilantes than anything else. The situation with the mutant wing was temporary for a few years until Rikers Island in New York added a mutant wing. That was when prison transfers were going to commence.

"Besides, any little work that we do here as Alpha Flight will be worth it. It's not like mutants can serve in the military at all," John continued to say.

Suddenly, that was when they could see Jean-Paul and Jeanne-Marie Beaubier turning the corner with anxious expressions on their faces. Known as Northstar and Aurora, Jean-Paul and Jeanne-Marie were twins and their powers of light generation and manipulation correlated. Both had been rejected from the Canadian military due to their mutations. Jeanne-Marie's powers came with side-effects of her being dissociative, but, thankfully, her dissociative identity was a heroic one, and not a bad one. However, Jean-Paul was thankful that at least the Canadian military didn't have a don't-ask-don't-tell policy for gays, considering he was gay.

"Northstar, Aurora, what is it? You two looked as though you've seen a ghost," Carol said.

"Ms. Marvel, Thunderbird, you two might want to come see this. Professor Xavier, we'll need you too. It's urgent," Jeanne-Marie said in her thick, French-Canadian accent as she led them to the medical bays of the Alpha Flight base. When they entered the medical laboratories of the base, inside resided a rugged man lying on a medical table, tranquilizer darts in his body and his wrists strapped down to the table with metal restraints. However, despite the tranquilizers, the man was very much awake, and looking extremely feral. He had dark hair, a muscular body, no clothing, and deep dark eyes that looked animal-like. It was like staring down an angry tiger. His teeth were bared, and his fists were clenched, revealing two sets of metal claws in his hands that were surrounded by blood. He was covered in deep cuts that were already healing, and growls were escaping his throat.

"What the . . .?" Carol started to ask.

"We found him outside the base. He was running wild and we tried to tranquilize him; that's when Aurora got scratched," said Jean-Paul as he handed his sister a towel to put pressure on a bleeding wound on her arm.

"But how is this possible?" asked John.

"We do not know. But, we did manage to find this dog tag attached to him. We were wondering if you knew anything of this," said Jeanne-Marie as she tossed the metal tag to John and Carol. John, Carol and Xavier looked down at the tag, which read: Weapon X.

"Yeah, yeah, I recognize this, for sure," whispered John. "I thought that human and mutant enhancing programs were shut down."

"Well turns out they were not," Carol said. "I mean, the first enhanced super soldier was Captain America, John. It wouldn't surprise me if Weapon X is a program that is enhancing mutants, and by the looks of it, illegally. But why they would do that, well, that's something we should look into."

"Agreed," John said. "But, we have to deal with him. We don't even know his name."

"I think I can help with that," the professor said. He rolled his wheelchair closer to the feral, angry animal of a mutant who was struggling on the medical table, growls still escaping his throat, his teeth still clenched tight. 'I can help you,' Xavier told the man quietly as he spoke to the mutant telepathically. 'We mean you no harm . . .' Going closer to the medical table, Xavier placed his hands on the man's temples and proceeded to try and look into his mind. The memories were completely fuzzy, as if someone had taken away this man's mind and shoved something else inside. However, Xavier could pick up on a name.

'Logan . . .'

X-Corporation Tower Weight Room – Present Day

Jean and Scott sat in the weight room; awaiting the arrival of the two people that Xavier had contacted who were going to be giving them some special physical training. After years of living in such tumultuous environments and having not worked out in the longest time, Scott and Jean were in need of special physical therapies and training to help them gain more muscle. According to Xavier, Logan Howlett had had his memories stripped when he'd been experimented on by a heinous organization known as Weapon X. Carol Danvers, Logan's girlfriend, had been a military test pilot who had been experimented on after being caught in an accident by a shady group of aliens called the Skrulls. Carol had taken up the code name of Ms. Marvel to name herself after her deceased lover and mentor, Walter Lawson, whose codename had been Mar-Vell. Carol and Logan both had amnesia and struggled with remembering their lives prior to being made into living weapons, as there was a kindred spirit between them.

Soon enough, Carol Danvers and Logan walked into the weight room to find their first two students. They had trained Warren when he'd first joined X-Corporation, so this was not too much of a stretch for them dealing with two teenagers. Carol's blonde hair was cut short in the form of a bobbed haircut, her blue eyes sharp. She held herself like a soldier, having been an Air Force test pilot prior to her accident. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of green cargo pants, and she looked quite regal. Logan stood by her side, holding her hand in his, his burly figure standing out. He stood in his yellow and black Wolverine uniform, his cowl off his face to reveal his dark hair and dark eyes.

"You two must be Scott and Jean," Carol said with a smile.

"Hi," Jean said, smiling back.

"Logan Howlett and Carol Danvers," Logan said, offering a very gruff smile in their direction rather than a handshake. "Xavier contacted us both saying yer in need of some training."

"Apparently," said Scott. Logan and Carol both noticed the way Scott held himself, similarly to the two of them. He definitely did have a soldier's discipline in his blood. Xavier had told Carol and Logan that Scott's father had been a military test pilot, and his mother had been a scientist for the military. Though Carol already knew this; Scott's father had been her general when she had started off in the Air Force. Physically, she looked age eighteen, having been eighteen back in 1988 which was when she had first became part of the Air Force, but, her age was in actuality thirty-eight due to the fact that her powers allowed her to age slower.

"Scott, I just want to say, I am aware of your parents' history with the military. In fact, your dad, before I'd gotten captured by aliens, he'd trained me in the Air Force, so when I heard of his death . . ." Carol started to say.

"It's fine, Ms. Danvers. I've accepted my parents' deaths a long time ago," Scott said.

"Well, I can say, your father was a brilliant man, Scott," Carol said, grinning. "I mean, he trained me when I had been eighteen; reason why I look so young is because, well, my powers allow me to age a lot slower . . ."

"Alright, let's start; after this we gotta get back to Canada. We've got some prisoner transporting we need to deal with," Logan said. "We'll start with ball toss, Carol, yer favorite, darlin'."

Carol flashed a smile at her lover as she went off to grab the medicine balls. She carried over the lightest ones, considering Scott and Jean's muscles were rather weak, Jean especially after having spent so many years in a mental asylum. They proceeded to start the training session. Logan personally couldn't wait until the "Danger Room" Forge was working on was completed. It was something he had been dying to get to use. Logan watched as he and Carol trained Scott and Jean. The two had a discipline to them unlike others Logan had seen, yet, they also had this sense of innocence that still hadn't been taken away despite years of being alone due to their mutations. It was amazing to him. He internally smiled as he watched Jean, who was so beautiful, her smile lighting up the room. In a sense, Logan could feel a kinship with the two of them; there was definitely a kindred spirit between him, Jean and Scott. Though, Logan was lucky in a sense because unlike Scott and Jean, he didn't have to deal with memories. Most of his memories about his past were fuzzy; he didn't remember who he'd been years ago. Heck, he didn't even know when he was born. But, that didn't mean he couldn't place himself into Scott and Jean's shoes enough to know that the two had been put through so much.

An hour into the weight training, Logan, Carol, Scott and Jean could hear Professor Xavier's voice through the intercom.

"Scott, Jean . . . I was at Cerebro and I picked up a mutant signature in Boston, Massachusetts. I think you two might want to come and see this," said Professor Xavier.

"Chuck, can it wait? We're still trainin'," Logan called out.

"We can deal with that later, Logan," said the professor.

Carol let out a sigh. "Just when I was looking forward to taking a break from hauling criminal mutants to the Alpha Flight base," she sighed.

"Carol, darlin' we can presume this later on; just go see what the Prof wants, you two." Logan offered Scott and Jean a rough smile. "We'll be here when ya get back."

Scott and Jean both nodded and proceeded to go down to the Cerebro chamber. As they walked down there together, Jean breathed out a sigh, especially as she picked up on Logan's thoughts accidentally, but, what she heard made her grin.

'Those two . . . they're endearing. A little rough around the edges, but, they're good kids . . .'

"Well, Logan and Carol seem nice," Jean said.

"Yeah, and the fact that Carol had trained under my father is a bit of a comfort for me . . . though Logan . . ." Scott said.

"He's intriguing is what he is," Jean said. "I mean, according to the professor Logan doesn't remember anything from his past. He's only starting to remember snippets of it from time to time. But, Carol seems to make him happy."

"I can agree," said Scott. "But, I wonder what the professor wants from us."

"Well, if he's calling the two of us to meet with him it must be pretty important. And given that Forge and Beast are busy down in Forge's workshop space working on tech for the Danger Room, and Warren being at school and Tony and Pepper being at Stark Tower, that leaves the two of us," said Jean as they made their way down in the elevator towards the basement. As they walked through the basement, they passed Forge's workshop space, where they could hear him tinkering away and in his element. Walking further into the basement, they found the Cerebro chamber, the one place that they hadn't been to yet in this place. They entered the Cerebro room to find the professor wearing the strange-looking helmet as files were shown on the computer.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?" asked Scott.

"Yes, Scott," said the Professor. "You see, this was how I found you two. Cerebro enhances my abilities. The blue dots are all the humans and the red are the mutants."

"This is remarkable," Jean whispered; her eyes widening a she felt all the more interested.

"Indeed. I was down here upgrading Cerebro when I caught a mutant signature in Boston. I'm asking you two to come with me because there's someone we need to find, and I have a feeling that the two of you would be able to connect with him given your age and what you two have been through. His name is Bobby Drake . . . his powers appear to allow him to manipulate cold and ice on the molecular level. His power appears to have manifested at this point because Cerebro found him after he froze the whole entire boys' locker room of his high school," said Professor Xavier. "I managed to contact Bobby's parents on the phone, but, they displayed unwillingness to speak with me about it on the phone, even if I am working with Tony Stark."

"Well, where's Bobby now?" Jean asked.

"That's the thing; he managed to get himself out of the locker room and he escaped from there, but, his parents had been called by the principal to come and pick him up. From what I've picked up on their thoughts in Cerebro, they're not thrilled that their son is a mutant," Professor Xavier explained.

"Don't you think Warren would be best for an assignment like this?" asked Scott, given their winged friend's history with his own parents.

"He's in class, Scott. There's no way he can just drop everything he is doing for this," Jean said with a heavy sigh. "But, I have a feeling that Bobby's parents won't be thrilled about speaking with us, either. I mean, you're talking about a telekinetic and telepathic, and a person with two bazookas behind each eyeball."

"It's worth a try, Jean," the professor said.

"Well who would pilot the plane? I mean, I'm assuming if Bobby's parents are not thrilled about his mutation they'll be even less thrilled about meeting Mr. McCoy," Jean pointed out in a cynical tone.

"Hank's taking the jet, Jean; it's decided. If Bobby's parents have a problem with it, they can take it up with me," said Xavier as he proceeded to take off the Cerebro helmet and roll out of the chamber.

"Professor, since I am a telepath, would I ever get around to using Cerebro?" Jean asked.

"Not quite yet, Jean," Professor Xavier said. "I still want to train you to harness your telekinesis. I managed to be able to place blocks on your powers, but, I am thinking that tonight we should start, right after we are done. It's all about simple concentration, my dear."

Jean nodded. She felt thankful that at least she wasn't having telekinetic flare ups throughout the day, but, her time in the mental hospital had left her significantly scarred emotionally. Professor Xavier had said that that was a normal thing given her history as a mental patient, but, Jean wasn't so sure given just how violent her nightmares were. Most of her nightmares were about the hallucinations she had suffered through in the mental hospital and sensing the deaths of her mom and dad in the car accident.

Scott seemed to sense Jean's feelings of sadness as her reached over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She knew that he was in the same boat as her. He and his brother had been separated too, but, at least they still had a relationship while Scott's little brother Alex was living out in California with an adoptive family. Jean had no clue where any of her siblings were, but, she did know that she wanted to try and seriously look for them.

As they walked down the halls towards the hanger where the two Blackbirds were held, Jean and Scott boarded the plane with Xavier, they noticed Hank on the jet already in the pilot's seat.

Scott and Jean sat there on the jet for the flight to Boston, sitting next to each other not exchanging other words between each other as Jean's eyes closed.

"Jean, I know what you're thinking; I don't even have to be a telepath to know you're thinking about your parents and your siblings," Scott whispered, keeping his voice low. Jean had told him a lot in the three days that they had spent together; they had bonded immediately over having been separated from their siblings and losing their parents at a young age. Though Scott considered himself lucky that he didn't have to feel his parents dying inside his head like Jean had had to at the time.

Jean nodded. "Yeah," she whispered as they passed over the Catskills, getting closer and closer to Boston. "I'm just surprised I hadn't had nightmares yet . . ."

"Me too," said Scott quietly. "I wouldn't be surprised if they come soon, though."

Jean nodded. After that, they didn't say anything else. It wasn't like they couldn't talk about it; it was just that they hated to talk about it. They both continued to sit in silence until they finally landed in Boston at an airport, where a car was waiting to pick them up. They rode in the car to Bobby's house, Scott and Jean staying quiet for the most part, preferring the silence between them.

Bobby Drake's House – Boston, Massachusetts

Bobby found himself sitting up in his room, staring out the window as his hands shook slightly, which he knew was not from the cold that he was feeling. The manifestation of his mutation had shaken him deeply. After having gotten himself out of the locker room in effort to avoid being lynched and humiliated by his classmates, he'd been called into the principal's office where he was told to wait for his parents to come and pick him up from school. When his parents had arrived, they didn't even look at him. It made Bobby feel sick to the pit of his stomach that his parents seemed to be ashamed of him. All Bobby had wanted to do growing up was to please his parents even though he slacked off in school and acted like a goofball. He'd always been the one to make his parents laugh growing up; they had always appreciated his colorful personality and sense of humor. But, now, his parents didn't even seem to know who he was anymore. More than anything, it hurt, and that was exactly what Bobby had been afraid of. He'd always feared stepping out of the perfectly straight line his parents had wanted him to walk in his whole life. Now, his worst fears were coming true, and he hated it more than anything.

'God, what am I gonna do? What the hell am I going to do?' he thought to himself as he sat there in his room.

Bobby's eyes stung with tears just thinking about what had happened that afternoon. He knew that he could not go back to his high school, because if he did, his life would be over. Additionally to that, he found himself sitting there questioning his sexuality. Was he gay? Was he straight? He did not know, and that was what scared him. And not too many things in life scared him, because growing up he'd been fearless, telling bullies off by shooting at them funny one-liners and jokes. He was able to laugh off any situation, even situations that made him feel uncomfortable. This time around, he felt that he wasn't going to have that kind of luck at all. He ran a hand through his blonde hair. He didn't know what was going to happen to him now that his mother and father knew that he was a mutant. Additionally, he knew that his mother had been on the phone with somebody earlier and that someone was coming by the house to talk to him, possibly about his mutation. He hoped and prayed that it wasn't some counselor who would attempt to tell Bobby that his mutation was a choice. Suddenly, that was the moment he could hear his mother calling him.

"Bobby! There's someone here to see you they're coming upstairs!" his mother said to him.

Bobby let out a sigh. Right now, he didn't want to see anybody. It seemed as though no one understood what he was going through right now. Being outed as a mutant to his classmates had left him shaken and humiliated. When his bedroom door opened, it opened to reveal two people, a redheaded girl and a dark-haired boy with red sunglasses on his face, looking to be older than him by at least a couple of years. Nonetheless, at least they weren't kids from his school; that was the last thing that Bobby needed right now.

"You okay?" the girl asked him as she came into the room. Her green eyes seemed genuine and kind, something Bobby hadn't seen in the eyes of any of his classmates who had constantly looked to push information out of him for their own agenda.

Bobby let out a sigh. He wanted really badly to brush this aside. But, he also knew that he couldn't hide forever.

"I-I don't know," Bobby admitted as the two older teens made their way to sit on his bed. "Who are you?"

"Scott Summers and Jean Grey," said Scott. "We-We heard about what had happened at your high school."

"How do you know that?" Bobby asked.

"I'm pretty sure that your mom had been on the phone with someone earlier; his name is Professor Charles Xavier. I'm sure you've heard of his work with Tony Stark," said Jean.

Bobby nodded. Of course he'd heard of Tony Stark, the genius billionaire prodigal son of Howard and Maria Stark. "Yeah, yeah I have. I have heard of that X-Corporation company."

"Well, Bobby we, we are aware that you are a mutant," Jean said quietly.

"I don't even wanna talk about it right now," Bobby whispered. "When – When I was in there . . . when I froze the whole locker room, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't stop. I-I was so scared." He stopped talking as the tears began to well up in his eyes. If he kept talking about it, he would cry. He did not want to cry in that moment.

"Yeah, yeah, we can understand that," Scott said quickly, sensing the younger teen was starting to get upset. "But the thing is, Bobby, Professor Xavier, he can give you the opportunity to be part of this. Given, you'll be going to high school in New York, but, it's better than this at this point."

"So you two are mutants?" asked Bobby.

"Yes. Yes we are. We-We just learned that we were mutants at least three days ago. For so many years I thought that I had gone insane and I felt like a freak," Jean said.

"Why did you think you were crazy?" Bobby asked her.

"Because I had spent so many years of my childhood up until now in a mental hospital; it started off as telepathy, but, it grew into telekinesis," Jean explained.

"My mutation is simple. I've got a bazooka behind each eyeball; optic blast beams," Scott said, pointing to his sunglasses. "They're out of control because I have brain damage; I suffered a plane crash as a kid. Bobby, we're just saying this because Xavier, he genuinely wants to help you. For us, that's a rare thing to find."

"I'll definitely consider it," said Bobby. However, that was the moment Jean picked up on Bobby's thoughts. It was completely unintentional but Bobby was projecting his thoughts on a thousand loudspeakers.

'I know that this is an opportunity that I should not pass up. I'd be crazy to pass something like this up. But . . . but I'm just so unsure of this. I mean, I'm not even sure if I am gay or not. What if I am gay? Oh God, my parents would for sure disown me if they found out . . .'

Jean sat there as she heard Bobby's thoughts. The fact that he was questioning his sexuality and wondering whether or not he was gay was something Jean wasn't expecting. However, Jean also knew that some wanted to keep their thoughts private. She could tell that this was something that Bobby wasn't even ready to admit to himself. However, Jean also wanted to make sure that Bobby knew that it was okay if he had his uncertainties regarding his sexuality. She knew that being a mutant was hard, but coming from such a strict upbringing and being in the closet as a gay teenager was harder. Jean just swallowed as Bobby considered his options and whether or not he wanted to go with them and the professor and Hank. It would be a big transition for Bobby to go from living with his parents under their roof to living at X-Corporation Tower. That was the moment Bobby opened his mouth, having come up with his decision.

"I guess I'll do it. There's no way I can go back to my high school, unless I want to get burned on a stake by my classmates for being a mutant," Bobby said.

"Alright, I'll tell the professor and Dr. McCoy that you're game," Scott said, resting a hand on Bobby's shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze. However, Jean lingered in Bobby's room, feeling the need to speak with him regarding the fact that he had been projecting to her.

Jean hesitated before starting to talk. "Bobby . . ." she started to say. "I-I just want to say this. I don't want to feel as though I'm embarrassing you, but I am a telepath, and you were projecting your thoughts on a loudspeaker. Or at least twenty loudspeakers."

"What exactly did you hear?" Bobby asked her, turning to look at her.

"I . . ." Jean started. She didn't know what to say to Bobby without making him feel as though she was intruding into his privacy. "I know that you're questioning whether or not you're . . ."

"Gay?" Bobby asked her, finishing the sentence for her.

"Yeah," Jean said. "I want you to know that if you're gay, that I don't think anything of it. As far as I'm concerned it doesn't matter. Just know that it's alright if you're questioning your sexuality . . ."

"Jean, I-I'm not even sure if I am. But, I do know if I am, my parents would disown me. You've got no clue . . . they already reacted badly to me being a mutant. I mean, they're not speaking to me; that should tell you something about them. For all I know, they're probably glad to get rid of me," Bobby whispered. His voice was shaking; he was obviously terrified.

"Bobby, that's not true. I've picked up on your parents' thoughts. They're just afraid of what it is that they do not understand, but, they still love you very much. They only want what they think is best for you," Jean said softly, reaching over to take the younger teen by the hand, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"What do your parents think about . . . about you being a mutant?" Bobby asked. He was trying to hold his tears back.

"My parents are dead. They got killed in a car accident that separated me from my siblings. That accident had caused my mutation to manifest because I heard their thoughts as they died," Jean whispered. "Scott's parents are dead too. The plane crash Scott got caught in killed his parents. So, we wouldn't know what our parents think about our mutations, but, I do know just from having read the thoughts of your mom and dad that they don't hate you; they'll never hate you."

Bobby let out a sigh as he took in what Jean had to say. The fact that this girl just knew the right things to say made him feel a little better, considering that Jean had had the sensitivity to wait until Scott had left the room to talk to him about his confusion regarding his homosexuality. That was the definition of a person that had compassion, and Bobby couldn't help but feel appreciative.

"Jean, please, you-you cannot say anything about this to anyone, please," Bobby whispered to her.

"I won't say anything to anybody. I promise," Jean assured him around a gentle smile. She watched as the tears welled up in the younger teen's eyes. She could tell that her promise meant the world to him. "Come here." Jean just carefully leaned forward and pulled Bobby into a hug, feeling him returning the embrace as a silent "thank you."

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