Disclaimer in chapter one.

As always thanks to Tay - who is not only my sister and beta, but my muse as well it would seem. xx

CHAPTER FIVE

Charles sat in Cerebro with his face drawn in a frown; the CEO of his own company – Warren Worthington the third, a multi-millionaire in his own right – was a mutant.

Charles had just picked up on his mutant signature, he couldn't believe it!

The man had twelve-foot long white feathered wings, how had he been able to conceal that beneath his business suit?

Charles wanted to offer him a place with his team, but he knew that Warren wouldn't accept it, he was happy being a business man, and wouldn't want to embrace his mutant powers.

Charles knew that if he wanted to recruit Warren to his mansion, then he would have to find a way to coax him here…

Meanwhile Scott was spending every day in the training room, he knew that he wasn't overly muscular, but he wanted to be, he wanted to be a force in his own right and he found that exercise and weight training helped him to burn off all of his excess energy.

Hank was spending all of his time in his newly furnished lab, Charles had, had a lab built just for Hank, and it was attached to his medical room. Hank was happily looking for something that would help to reverse his new blue look. So far he had been unsuccessful, but he wasn't overly bothered by it, he knew that one had to be happy in their own skin, and he didn't want to end up with say – pink fur.

Charles put the helmet to Cerebro back on his head, and jolted into the astral plane – this had never happened before and Charles was unsure of what to do now.

Charles looked all around him and all he could see was a dark sky, and bright golden earth beneath his feet, he was shocked to see that he was no longer in his wheelchair – he was standing on his own two feet!

"Hello?" Charles called out loud, but there was no reply.

Hello? Charles called mentally.

Who's there? The reply came; it was a shocked feminine voice.

"Can you hear me?" Charles asked out loud again.

"Yes, now that I'm aware you're here I can – who are you" The woman's voice asked, yet there was still no sign of her.

"I am Charles Xavier – who are you?" Charles asked.

"My name is Jean Grey, why are you in my head?" Jean asked.

"I don't honestly know my dear, all I know is that I was using my powers and suddenly I was here." Charles answered honestly.

"I think maybe you answered my mental cry for help." Jean's voice said softly and sadly.

"Why were you crying for help my dear?" Charles asked.

"My powers are getting stronger, I'm scared, I keep going into other peoples' minds without their permission, I didn't mean to but I hurt someone with my powers today." Jean said quietly and Charles could feel her shame and sadness.

"How did you hurt them my dear?" Charles asked solemnly.

"I'll show you." Jean said with quiet determination and the world shifted around Charles and suddenly he was in a classroom.

Charles stood in the classroom, unseen by everyone else in the room.

His eyes were drawn to the redheaded woman sitting doodling on her notebook; he knew that this was Jean.

As Charles watched Jean dropped her pen, she idly put her hand underneath the desk and Charles' eyes widened when he saw the pen from the ground rise to her hand.

So she's telepathic and telekinetic Charles thought impressed.

Jean continued to stare at her notebook, the lesson began but Jean wasn't paying attention, after a few minutes, the teacher noticed that Jean this, so she focused on her.

"Jean, could you answer the question?" The teacher asked, knowing fully well that Jean wasn't paying attention to her.

Jean looked up sharply and heard a few people sniggering, so Jean focused on the smartest member of the class – Grant Overton, he would surely know the answer.

Jean went to gently probe his mind for the answer, when her powers assaulted her and became too powerful, she forced herself into his mind too much and Gary let out an agonised scream and passed out, blood pouring from his nose.

Whilst the rest of the class screamed and rushed to crowd around their fallen classmate, wondering what had happened – Jean had just sat and stared horrified that she had caused something so awful to happen.

"Jean, it was an accident." Charles stated, truly feeling a connection with this woman, he knew how hard it was hearing voices in your head, knowing the fear and the overwhelming sense of pressure – wanting to read others' thoughts and yet knowing that it's wrong.

"Yes, but I could have killed him! It's getting worse, it's not only my telepathy that's playing up – my telekinesis is also playing up." Jean stated sounding more anguished.

"What happened?" Charles asked.

"I'll show you." Jean said and again he found his reality fading into another.

This time he was in a pink bedroom, it was clean and immaculately tidy, a room of pride, with dozens of soccer and gymnastic and various other trophies and medals.

Jean was lying on her bed.

The scene was a peaceful one, Jean was on the phone.

"Listen Daniel, I think that we should just cool it." Jean was saying patiently.

"Daniel, don't think that you can talk to me like that and get away with it!" Jean said angrily her eyes blazing.

"Who the hell do you think you are anyway!" Jean was really angry now; whatever Daniel was saying to her was making her mad.

"Oh really!" Jean shouted, then she threw the phone against the wall and it shattered, Jean then started crying, she buried her face into her pillow and sobbed, as she did all of her possessions started trembling, as her sobs increased, the trophies started to rock and levitate.

Before long it looked like there was a tornado in the room, all of her trophies, papers, clothes and furniture were whipping around the room, and Jean herself was starting to float in the air.

Charles was astounded, especially when he saw that Jean had no control over what was happening.

The windows in her room started to shatter, and it was getting worse, Charles wondered what would happen next, he didn't have to wait too long before he got his answer, a trophy hit Jean in the head, knocking her unconscious, all of her possessions and herself fell lifeless, and the memory went black.

Charles was standing back on the astral plane again.

"Jean, I believe that I heard your cry for help for a reason – I run a school for people like yourself – mutants – we'll do everything in our power to help you, to help you gain control and offer you a safe place to live." Charles said.

"Really?" Jean asked and Charles could hear the hopefulness in her voice.

"Yes Jean, really and I would be honoured if you considered moving to our establishment." Charles said honestly.

"I would love to live there – where is there?" Jean asked shyly.

"Westchester, New York." Charles said.

"I'm in Chicago." Jean said a little sadly.

"That's ok my dear, I can arrange for someone to come and collect you if you wish." Charles said, hardly able to hide his happiness.

"That would be so kind of you." Jean said honestly.

"Do you need me to contact your parents?" Charles asked.

"There's no need, I live at the dorms of my college and I'm 22 so I have my own say in what I do and where I go." Jean said honestly.

"Then when would you like to be collected my dear?" Charles asked.

"As soon as possible" Jean answered.

Authors Note: Ok well I am a bad, rude person and I didn't update yesterday even though I had this baby all ready and raring to be posted - I am very sorry to all of those who care. ;) I had a good reason mind you - I had work then went out so naughty me!

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