Shadow King: When Doves Cry
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xp_logsElaine Grey makes it to Xavier's and Scott shows her to her daughter.
He wished he could shake the feeling that Elaine was eyeing him and planning something. She was quite obviously in a rush to get down to Jean, but that was taking enough time that she had the opportunity to start wondering. And planning. He could feel it.
At least she hadn't been pestering him with too many questions, and she had been rather quiet when they finally started their trip down to the infirmary. Jean's mother wasn't an impatient woman, really, but right now she was certainly projecting the feeling that she would trample over anyone who tried to get in the way of her seeing her daughter.
Jeannie was pacing back and forth in the med room in her stocking feet, the heeled pumps she'd kicked off after the fourth time she'd fallen off them laying against the far wall of the room. Her mom was coming. Her mom was coming and that meant everything was going to be ok. It had to be.
"She's just in here, Elaine," Scott said, stopping in front of the door. "We... well, we figured it was better for her to stay where we could keep an eye on her."
Elaine stopped as well, and turned a sharp gaze on the younger man. "Is she in danger? I thought you said that there wasn't any chance of Jeanie doing harm to herself or anyone else."
"We don't think so. She's calm.. well, calmer than some of the others. But whether she remembers it or not," Scott pointed out, his voice soft, "she is telepathic. Whatever's going on, it's not necessarily going to stay in her own head."
Her expression souring just a bit at the mention of the possible dangers of Jean's telepathy, Elaine nonetheless nodded resolutely, turning back to the door and opening it wide enough to look inside. "Jeannie?"
"Mom?" The voice was right. Nothing else in the world made sense and her hair was gray and Jeannie was too tall, but the voice was right. "Mommy!" She launched herself off the bed towards her mother and tripped over too long legs that didn't go where she thought they ought and stumbled to her knees at her mother's feet, which worked fine since it meant she could throw her arms around her mother's waist and cry.
"Oh, sweetheart..." The last bit of disapproval melted from Elaine's expression and she worked her way out of Jean's grasp only long enough to kneel down in front of her, wrapping her own arms around her daughter's shoulders. "Jeannie, sweetie, it's all right. Mommy's here, it's going to be okay."
"I'll be... down the hall," Scott said softly. Whether either of the two women heard him was unclear, but he still stepped back, away from the door, and let it close softly behind him.
He wished he could shake the feeling that Elaine was eyeing him and planning something. She was quite obviously in a rush to get down to Jean, but that was taking enough time that she had the opportunity to start wondering. And planning. He could feel it.
At least she hadn't been pestering him with too many questions, and she had been rather quiet when they finally started their trip down to the infirmary. Jean's mother wasn't an impatient woman, really, but right now she was certainly projecting the feeling that she would trample over anyone who tried to get in the way of her seeing her daughter.
Jeannie was pacing back and forth in the med room in her stocking feet, the heeled pumps she'd kicked off after the fourth time she'd fallen off them laying against the far wall of the room. Her mom was coming. Her mom was coming and that meant everything was going to be ok. It had to be.
"She's just in here, Elaine," Scott said, stopping in front of the door. "We... well, we figured it was better for her to stay where we could keep an eye on her."
Elaine stopped as well, and turned a sharp gaze on the younger man. "Is she in danger? I thought you said that there wasn't any chance of Jeanie doing harm to herself or anyone else."
"We don't think so. She's calm.. well, calmer than some of the others. But whether she remembers it or not," Scott pointed out, his voice soft, "she is telepathic. Whatever's going on, it's not necessarily going to stay in her own head."
Her expression souring just a bit at the mention of the possible dangers of Jean's telepathy, Elaine nonetheless nodded resolutely, turning back to the door and opening it wide enough to look inside. "Jeannie?"
"Mom?" The voice was right. Nothing else in the world made sense and her hair was gray and Jeannie was too tall, but the voice was right. "Mommy!" She launched herself off the bed towards her mother and tripped over too long legs that didn't go where she thought they ought and stumbled to her knees at her mother's feet, which worked fine since it meant she could throw her arms around her mother's waist and cry.
"Oh, sweetheart..." The last bit of disapproval melted from Elaine's expression and she worked her way out of Jean's grasp only long enough to kneel down in front of her, wrapping her own arms around her daughter's shoulders. "Jeannie, sweetie, it's all right. Mommy's here, it's going to be okay."
"I'll be... down the hall," Scott said softly. Whether either of the two women heard him was unclear, but he still stepped back, away from the door, and let it close softly behind him.
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