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Memories; Jean
Topic Started: Apr 16 2015, 03:45 PM (161 Views)
Lucy Saint
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Date: April 16’th
Time: 12 pm




The halls were echoing with memories. New ones being made, by the inhabitants of the institute. Old ones that had already created a steady place in people’s minds. Lucy was walking down the halls in a slow pace, clutching some neatly organized papers in her hands, as her eyes traveled around taking it all in.
She had a lot of memories in these halls, herself. Some good, some… less good and some downright awful. But they were all important nonetheless. She remembered how the halls had been filled with old faces; faces she missed and some she saw every day. She remembered how the halls had collapsed and been left in ruins for a long time. She even saw her time at Utopia, when she looked around in these halls.

The memory that lied deepest in her mind as she walked through the halls, wasn’t a memory per say. It was a dream. One that had left her shaken to her core, for such a long time. One enforced by the corruption of a powerful mutant. She looked at the halls and she saw the student girl she couldn’t save in her dream. The girl that was torn in half as a result of his powers against her. True it was just a dream, but one that had shown her exactly what she had known all a long; powers like hers and many others’ were dangerous, if not used carefully and with caution.

She blinked and noticed she had stopped at the spot where she had been standing in her dream. She had been stopping there many times, when the dream was fresh and her guilt was real. She was better now, the dream didn’t haunt her as much as it used to. Just like she had gotten over the explosion of the institute and the destruction that was laid upon them in Utopia.
She started walking again, taking a deep breath trying to blink away a few stray tears that had filled her eyes. She thought back to her first days at the institute; how blue eyed she had been. How she thought she had been an experienced adult and skilled nurse. Oh how she had learned her lesson.

She had often, in the darkest of times, wondered what her life would have been like if she hadn’t taken Kurt’s offer back when he came to her. She’d have stayed at the hospital. Maybe have met a guy and started a family. But she knew now that it didn’t matter, because she now understood that she hadn’t been meant for that kind of life back then. Despite her heart having been broken many times over, she knew she would never trade any of those times away. It had made her who she was now; a strong and independent woman, with a will to do good.

But that was the question that opposed her now; what did she believe was the right way towards that?
It was with that question in mind that she knocked on the door she had been headed towards and stepped inside after being granted access. “Hello Jean.” She greeted with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. “I…” She sighed and shook her head “I guess there’s no need for respectful pleasantries, are there?” she chuckled a little and stepped further in with the papers in her hand.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me the past week or so.” She said and felt her heartbeat speed up and that she had trouble swallowing. “I know you haven’t read my mind, but I also know you’re very observant” she continued and smiled fondly at her boss. She handed the papers to the red head and took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice “That’s my formal resignation, as nurse at the institute. I’ll be leaving by the end of this month.” She said feeling her heart break a little as she uttered the words for the first time to someone other than her own reflection.
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Most of the time Jean blocked off the phantom thoughts of others, but some were so strong and agitated that they sent up red flags of confusion and distress. She’d felt the nurse from a long ways off, coming down the school hallway like a condemned person taking their “last walk”, looking at all the sights, stopping to smell everything, committing it all to memory for whatever their next great journey were to hold.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me the past week or so. I know you haven’t read my mind, but I also know you’re very observant. That’s my formal resignation, as nurse at the institute. I’ll be leaving by the end of this month.”

Jean’s office wasn’t arranged like most offices, she didn’t meet her guests from behind a desk, it faced the wall and she swiveled in her chair to greet the people who came to see her.

She nodded and took the papers offered with a small smile. “Well, now that’s done, would you like to have a seat?” Jean nodded toward a nearby couch. “Your legs look like they might buckle any moment,” she observed. A pitcher of amber liquid rose and poured into a mug. “I would offer coffee too, but I think your nerves are already on the jittery side. How about some tea?”

With the beverages delivered, Jean took her time taking a sip. She was giving Lucy anxiety some time to run down. “I’m not going to try and talk you out of anything. Some people want to be talked out of it, like talking a jumper down from a ledge; their talking about leaving really being a call for help. But you’re not that type; you’ve already thought this through, the pros and cons, weight it carefully and made your decision. We’re a family, Lucy, a very big family, I’ll grant, but still, a family, and even when you walk out those doors, to whatever future there is, you can always still come back and we’ll always come if you call.”

Jean casually crossed one leg over the other, “How do you feel now? Relieved?” she suggested.
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Lucy smiled at Jean’s reaction to her resignation and sat down “Tea would be fine, thanks.” She nodded and gratefully took the warm cup, letting the aroma sooth her nerves as she let it fill her nostrils. She looked down for a moment as she let herself process what had just happened and took a deep breath before looking up into Jean’s green eyes. “I’ve always admired your skills, Jean. I know you’re not using your powers on me and yet you know more than many others.” She commented before leaning back a bit and bit her lip.

“Over the past few years, things have been hard. I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve seen stuff that wasn’t a part of my contract” she chuckled a little and shook her head looking up, “but that’s what made this place a gift in disguise for me.” She closed her eyes letting the memories flow free for Jean to see, if she wished to. “I have always been careful. So careful that I stopped myself from living and it took this place to pull me out of my shell. All of you, have made me the adult I am today.” She told, but lingered her memories at the student from her dream, that crawled across the floor, ripped apart by the waist with black blood flowing out of her.

“It does hurt me to leave. But my biggest comfort is that I know you’d open your arms to me, if I would want to come back or if I’d just need a place to stay for some time.” She turned her body towards Jean with a big smile “I owe you, Scott and everyone on the board everything. I’m alive and I now know what that means. And you have taught me that my powers are a gift I need to be aware of and use with caution and skill.” She took a sip of her tea, molding Jean’s question a bit around in her mind.

“I’m excited.” She finally answered, “It took my anxiety of quitting away, but not my nervousness towards my future and the new places this is going to take me. But I’m not afraid of adventures anymore.” She chuckled a little “I’m not even afraid of enemies anymore. If I could stand up to Exodus, I can stand up to anyone.” Her smiled disappeared a little, “I want to thank you personally. Thank you for helping on detecting telepaths in my brain, back after the dreams came. And for teaching me how to block it at my best extent.”
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“I’ve always admired your skills, Jean. I know you’re not using your powers on me and yet you know more than many others.” She commented before leaning back a bit and bit her lip.

“Thank you,” she said and settled in with her tea, “it comes from being just a naturally nosey person,” she said, deflecting Lucy’s praise with humor. She was really good at reading people, even without prying into their minds, but the awe that people tended to have of her, especially after she acquired the power of the Phoenix Force, caused them to clam up and treat her differently; when people thought of you as pretty close to a living God, that tended to put a damper on the chit-chat.

Sensing Lucy’s desire to be understood and invitation to view her memories, Jean did so. As Lucy talked, memories played in Jean’s mind like watching someone else’s home movies – the good and the bad. It was hard to watch her bright-eyed optimism get tarnished and dented, but maybe not completely shattered yet.

Her smiled disappeared a little, “I want to thank you personally. Thank you for helping on detecting telepaths in my brain, back after the dreams came. And for teaching me how to block it at my best extent.”

Jean leaned forward and reached, taking Lucy’s hand. She gave it a warm squeeze; she could do a lot of her mind, but no words or mental soothing held the comforting power of simple physical touch. “Thank you, Lucy. You have come so far, and in such a short time. We may have helped but you did all the work to be who you are, a confident and very capable woman, who can meet all of those adventures and challenges, and overcome anything the world throws at you.” Giving Lucy’s hand one final squeeze, Jean settled back in her chair.

“Do you have any plans what to do once you’re away from a school with a hundred powered and hormonally charged teenagers?” Jean joked.
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