xp_logs | Marie and Jean: Revelations

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As requested, Marie goes to get answers from Jean. The answers she gets aren't at all what she was expecting.

Marie knocked on the door to Jean's office, not even waiting for the other woman to say anything before she pushed the cracked door open. "Um...Jean. Ah gotta admit, you've got me kinda nervous here. Typically doctors call you to come in person if they're about to tell you that you're dying." Or that your mother is a supervillain.

Jean looked up at Marie's entrance - it was obvious the older woman was tired and more than a little stressed, but she managed a real smile for Marie. "Well, you're definitely not dying. Come in, sit down." Cause otherwise she'd probably fall down...

Strike two. "That's one of those other things you never want to hear your doctor say. The sitting part, not the you're not dying part. Ah like that last part. And now Ah'm rambling." Marie nervously pulled on the material of one of her gloves, eyes doing little to hide the anxiety the Southerner was feeling.

Jean nodded. "I know, I know. Not being terribly reassuring, for which I apologize." She waited until Maire was seated then said, "So, would you like me to be slightly more reassuring - offer you coffee, cookies, something like that, or do we get straight to the point?"

"Just tell me," Marie said, her nerves causing her to pull too hard and rip the edge of one of her gloves. "Ah, uh, am not doing so well, left to my own thoughts here."

"Of course." Taking a deep breath, Jean began. "The first set of tests were enough to suggest that you and Kurt are, indeed, half siblings. Far too many similarities to be chance. Including in the pattern of your x-gene, suggesting you had both gotten your mutant powers from the parent you shared. The problem was, from the first test results it was all but impossible for the two of you to have the same mother." She paused, watching Marie's face.

Marie shook her head, looking confused and feeling a sense of numbness overtake her. "Ah don't get it...if we don't share a mom, but we're siblings, that means we share a dad. But there's no way the Baron could be my dad...that's even harder to believe than Mystique being my mom."

"Yes, and I'm sorry to say that things actually get more confusing from here. Given the x-factor similarities, the obvious next step was to compare your DNA to Mystique's. We actually have her information on file, from a sample from when she was at the school masquerading as Bobby." A time which was uncomfortably familiar to both of them. "We ran the test but the results were so strange, so frankly unbelievable, that we had to run them again. Unfortunately, the results were the same." Jean bit at the underside of her lip briefly, then shook her head. Straightforward was the way to go. "Mystique is one of your parents. Your father, to be precise."

Marie stared blankly at the red headed doctor who may as well have been speaking another language, for all the sense she was making.

"What?"

"Mystique is your father, Marie," Jean repeated, not at all surprised that the girl seemed to be having trouble coping with the idea. Jean had had the information for almost two days and she still wasn't comfortable with the it. "We're not one hundred percent certainly how - we've always known her shapeshifting was unprecedentedly complex, but this is an incredible level of...well, oddity."

Marie continued to stare at Jean, no comprehension on her face as she repeated the other woman's words. "Mystique is my father." Her voice was quiet, dead as she said the words. Saying them seemed to trigger something in the girl and she began shaking her head, no more words coming from her. Not only do you join the my parent is a supervillain club, you also get the award for most fucked up family in the mansion.

Jean had been aware Marie hadn't really been shielding, having been far too distracted earlier, but she'd been trying to keep her own shields tight so as not to pry. That, though had busted through with the force of a siren, the strength of Marie's emotion powering the thought until it was as un-ignorable as the sun. Jean sighed, then bent a corner of her mind to fussing about telekinetically in the kitchenette. "Yes," she said. "I wish there was something I could do or say that would make this easier... Or more comprehensible..."

"Ah still don't understand how what you're saying is even possible," Marie said. The idea that there was some slim possibility of Mystique being her mother had been strange enough...but being her father? That was just too bizarre for the Southerner to process.

"Well, it's complicated, but I'll try to explain. Make yourself comfortable, this could take a while." Jean didn't know if Marie would even be able to follow the technical biological and genetic results they'd discovered, but even if she didn't it would give her something else to focus on, something else to think about, and let her get a little distance from the shock while she tried to get a handle on things.

Marie kept nodding, but her mind had gone blank. When Jean finished explaining she thanked the redhead and kept assuring her she was fine and just needed some time alone. Turning on her heel, she headed straight for Harry's.