A/N: Sorry for the long time for update. but here we go again.
Dislaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, only Jinx.
Thoughts: Like this
Telepathic Projections: (Like this)
I woke up that morning feeling a little sick. Probably time sickness or something like that. I got up from bed and went to comb my hair and brush my teeth. I get really bad morning breath.
After I did everything I was supposed to, the smell of bacon drifted into my nose. I inhaled deeply and followed the scent like a puppy dog trying to find her food. Apparently, I had followed the smell well because I ended up at the dining room.
"Mmm, who fixed bacon?" I requested, walking in with everyone's eyes on me.
"Storm made them. Want some?" Jean Grey, who was standing at the bar, asked me. If you must know, I already knew their names from data files I was given. I nodded rapidly and began to drool as she dropped five pieces of juicy, succulent bacon onto a plate.
Bacon, bacon, bacon! I sounded like the dog off the "Beggin' Strips" commercial. After she handed me the plate, I took a seat next to Kitty Pryde and Piotr Rasputin.
"Hey, what's your name?" Kitty questioned me while I picked up a piece of bacon.
"Jinx, nice to meet you." I replied, not taking my eyes of the bacon. I tried to bite into it, but there was so much fat, that my normal teeth couldn't chew it well. I changed my teeth into my snake ones, and when I bit into the piece, it tore off easily.
"That is quite a power, Jinx." Piotr noticed, with his brow furrowed.
"Thanks." I muttered with bacon in my mouth. A piece of chewed up bacon flew out of my mouth and straight onto Jean's forehead. She didn't notice, which, of course, caused me to burst out in a fit of laughter, making Kitty and Piotr laugh with me. Except Piotr's laugh was a low chuckle and Kitty's was a loud giggle.
"What? Is there something on my face?" Jean inquired. I shook my head no, and shoved another piece of bacon in my mouth to shut up.
"No, nothing like that." Kitty murmured with a smile.
"Hey, Jean, you have a piece of bacon on your forehead." Scott pointed out, after sitting beside her.
Thanks Scott. Sarcasm. "So, what are your powers?" I questioned him.
"I can fire optic blast from my eyes." He explained, pointing to his shades. "Don't want to be around when these are off."
"Wow, that's so cool." I muttered, with a roll of my eyes. "How many times has that happened?"
"What's with all the questions?" Scott fired back. "We don't know where you came from, or who you are. So why should we tell you anything?"
"Calm down Shades, no reason to get all hard on the girl." Logan Howlett growled from across the room.
"Scott, be nice; she's new here." Jean soothed, as she placed a hand on Scott's shoulder.
"What's your deal?" I disruptively stood up and slammed my hand down on the table. I could see his eyes were flaring on the other side of his stupid shades. "Maybe I don't want to tell anyone about where I came from, so leave me alone!"
I teleported out of there and to my room. I couldn't find comfort there, so I teleported around the Institute, until I finally landed in the library. I sat down in the corner and sighed to myself.
I was always a stickler for keeping secrets. Some people just probably have more than others, but I pretty much have a zillion.
"You should keep a diary about them then." Someone voiced from across the room. Jean walked up to me and sat down.
"Huh? How did you know about what I was thinking? You're a telepath!" I exclaimed standing up. "Stay out of my head."
"Sorry, your thoughts were loud." Jean whispered. "Everyone has secrets; just write about them in a diary; if you feel you're about to tell it."
"Thanks, Jean." I muttered. "Sorry for hitting you with that bacon."
"That was you?"
"Uh, bye Jean!" I waved teleporting out of there. I landed in the rec room and sat down on the couch.
"Oy, 'ello there Sheila." I heard Pyro say from the other end of the couch. Oh joy.
"Hey John, I have to go so-"
"Come on, why don't you stay for a little while, eh?" He crept closer to me.
(Jinx, we need to check you out in the medical bay.) I heard the Professor say in my head.
(On my way Professor.) I thought back.
"Well, I am needed by the Professor John." I told Pyro through gritted teeth. I teleported down to the med bay, before he could say another word.
"In here, Jinx." Dr. McCoy called from inside a small room. I walked in the room and smiled at the Professor. "Have you been checked out for disease or anything, in your time period?"
"No, why?" I inquired.
"I was afraid of that. We need to check you out, because if there are any diseases or medical conditions you have, then we'll need to know." The Professor explained.
"How hard could it be?" I shrugged with a grin.
Time Skip…
After about thirty minutes of tests and such, I finally was able to sit down and relax while I waited for results. When Dr. McCoy finally came out, his face had a hint of sadness.
"What is it, Dr. McCoy?" I asked him with worry.
"I'm afraid you have a slight case of ADHD." He answered, biting his lip.
"What's that?" I inquired.
"It's a hyperactivity disorder." He explained. I nodded in understanding, then he handed me a bottle of pills. "You need to take these every morning and night."
"Got it, Dr. McCoy." I saluted. I teleported back to my room and put the pills on my nightstand.
I think I'm going to take a nap now. I laid down on my bed and rested my head on the pillow. In seconds, I was asleep.
A/N: Would you have guessed she has ADHD? Niether did I before the thought popped into my head while I was deliriously tired. Ha. Review please!
In next chapter, will Jinx deal with Scott? Or will more fighting ensue. Will she finally punch Pyro! Let's hope so! Sarcasm (sort of).
-LaterRain
