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The Psychic Emanations Fly; - Young Jean & Franklin -
Topic Started: Apr 20 2015, 06:13 AM (417 Views)
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Date: March 12th
Time: 7:30pm




We were only an hour an a half removed from Cyclops briefing on the case of the missing time displaced Warren Worthington. And still less than 24 hours since the arrival of the rest of the time displaced members of Xavier's First Class Hank McCoy, Jean Grey and Scott Summers. Emma was charged with the duty of tending to Cerebro in hopes of pin pointing Warren's location along side the young Jean Grey and Franklin Richards who he himself is no stranger to time displacement. This was not a popular order given to Emma Frost, But she did not concern herself with the opinions of those who opposed the order. She was given a task and would do everything within her power to help ensure Warren's safe return to his timeline and anyone who had a problem with that it would be there problem to have not hers.

Inside Cerebros chamber looking at the modern marvel of technology that Cerebro was she turned to the young Jean Grey. “I know you must be exhausted. This has been a long day for you already without the added pressure of Cerebro.” Jean and her cohorts had arrived very early in the morning whilst Emma and most of the rest of the inhabitants of the mansion slept to engage with members of the X-Men. After the fight and apprising those of their situation the mission briefing and the daunting amount of questions and awkwardness of meeting a mansion full of people who knew you 20 years in the future, Emma could only imagine just how exhausted the teenaged girl might be.

“But I am sure you are just as anxious as I am to get started and find Warren and bring him back to safety as soon as possible.” One could only imagine the nefarious plans one could have for a young Angel and the possible repercussions it could have on the present and future. Emma saw first hand what a World Without Charles Xavier could be and while she wasn't totally distressed by those results who knew what a world without another Billionaire, Mutant, Super hero could be. “But please remember as important as it is to find Warren quickly, There is no sense in pushing yourself and jeopardizing your own health in the process so we will only do what you feel comfortable with today and tomorrow when you are better refreshed we can make some more progress if need be.”

20 some years ago Professor Xavier was still in his prime and Emma assumed Jean was still relatively new to understanding her powers and controlling them and she knew just how over whelming Cerebro could be interlocking your mind and connecting with hundreds of thousands of Mutants all over the world was no easy task to handle especially when pushed beyond the point of exhaustion. “Have either of you had any experience with Cerebro?” Emma asked unsure how much prior experience Jean Grey might have had with Cerebro if any at all. While Franklin on the other hand was no telepath but Cyclops seemed to think he could be of some use given the circumstances with the time and space paradox.
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Franklin wasn't a telepath, not in the way of Jean or Emma or his girlfriend, Rachel. He could make himself telepathic, he could manipulate reality so that he could make himself able to hear thoughts, and sometimes he did so that he could take some of the pressure off Rach. She had a lot of stuff to deal with, and his job, as he had given to himself, was to make sure that she didn't have to deal with it alone.

But he was, however, a time traveler, besides being a reality warper, and so he was able to feel the minute wrinkles in the fabric of space and time that emanated from people like him. There was definitely chronokinetic feelings from the sixteen year old girl who looked so much like the daughter she would not end up giving birth too but who existed anyhow and wow, life was so very very confusing. Franklin smiled though to see the young Jean and Scott because he was easier able to pick out which feature Rachel had gotten from her father and which from her mother. The hair was obvious, but everything else hadn't been. He never met her parents, not in the time they came from. They had been killed in the war his own father had started, a war that was not going to happen now, not the way that it had happened then.

So, this was interesting to see them now as kids, teenagers learning how to be the heroes they would grow up to be. It was clearly an awkward time for them, and it was actually pretty endearing. They were so young, and so eager to do good.

Emma warned Jeannie about how she had to make sure not to push herself, and Franklin thought it was a good warning. Cerebro was a crazy thing, a little scary, and Jeannie was sixteen.

"No, I never used it," Franklin told Emma. "Rach has, and I've been in here when she did, but mostly to make inappropriate comments and provide general snarkiness, mostly so she didn't get too swept up by it all."
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As soon as Jean entered the large chamber, her gaze locked onto the helmet, its thick cables tethering it to a console; her focus didn’t wander too far from it.

“No,” Jean replied, taking a seat in front of the helmet. “The Professor did all that but since he’s not here, I guess it’s up to me,” she said, picking up the helmet. She was tired, as Emma had guessed, and unfocused, her life had been turned upside-down and she hadn’t even begun to really sort it all out.

“Just put it on, right?” she asked as she held the helmet, turning it this way and that in her hands. “And, I guess, concentrate on Warren,” she guessed, slipping the large helmet onto her head. “Does it need to be turned…” she stopped as, for her, the panels on the walls went dark and red points of light started to appear. “Oh,” she mouthed as dozens of lights turned into hundreds and then thousands, and then too many to count. Unconsciously, Jean focused on a patch of dots; they came closer and her young face winced in pain as their dozens of voices poured into her mind.

Jean leaned forward, like someone about to be sick, and buried her face in her hands. She suddenly had a migraine and felt like dinner was going to come back up and say ‘Hi’. “Ugh…”
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As Emma had expected the two time displaced youths from opposite ends of time had no actual experience with Cerebro. While Franklin also noted he would 'assist' Rachel whist making inappropriate comments and other tom foolery. “Delightful.” Emma added in rebuttal to Franklin, While Jean quickly took a seat at Cerebro and slipped the helmet on before Emma could give her any further instruction. It didn't take long for Jean to be overwhelmed by what she was seeing as she was being interconnected to thousands of mutants all over the world.

It was obvious Jean was not fairing well and might be getting sick so Emma took a hold of the Helmet and pulled it off her head placing it back in its spot. “Are you well, Dear?” Emma asked before continuing to say. “Cerebro is not something you want to rush into. There are hundreds of thousands of mutants all over the world. If it were as simple as focusing on a single name or mutant we would have found him already. The earth is a big place you must first truly understand just how many mutants are in this world. Far more than there were in 1995 I assure you.”

While Mutants have been around for thousands of years the growth rate of Mutants and their openness in the world has exploded since the time Jean had come from. “Because of this we must treat the map as a grid. Go sector by sector cordon off certain areas first. For our purposes we will assume he is in the tri-state area. Should we find ourselves unsuccessful in locating him within the tri-state we move to the next sector.”

Emma then took her focus off Jean and looked back to Franklin as she continued with her train of thought albeit in a more Juvenal, manner. “Imagine a game of wheres Waldo. You can not just stand back and look at the picture as a whole and immediately find Waldo on your first attempt. There is far too much to take in all at once, Instead you need to narrow down your field of vision to a certain area of the page.” Looking back at Jean once again Emma asked. “Are you feeling better? Would you like to try again?”
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“Delightful.” Emma mocked, and Franklin smiled, unoffended by the woman's attitude.

"Don't underestimate the benefit of a bit of tomfoolery now and then, Miss Frost," he said, cheerfully, "My future was a dark and unpleasant one, and fun was just about a thing of the past. Too much grim and gloom and it's hard to find hope. Rachel has a lot of weight on her shoulders being who she is, and what she can do. You've been there when a Summers has snapped. It's not..." He cast eyes on Jean as she nervously fiddled with Cerebro's control helmet and said, "Without a little stress relief, any one of us can go off the rails." He winked at Jean and said, "Besides, a good boyfriend knows how to make his girl laugh when she's overwhelmed and keeps her on track when she loses focus. Your man know how to do that, Jeannie?"

Was it weird knowing that at this moment in her childhood that Jean had no interest in the boy would become the man she married? Yeah, it was. Was it hard for him to see in her the woman who would bear his girlfriend? Perhaps doubly so knowing that in this time frame, Jean would not give birth to Rachel. Everything was so strange, and there was so much that was out of place, but it didn't really matter, not really, because the important thing was the present, it was always the present.

Jean used the device and it was too much for her, Franklin, not a true telepath, was able to feel it through her and he could see that she was overwhelmed. Emma tried to talk her through it, breaking down the larger map into smaller grids, trying to help her hone in on things and Franklin got an idea, "Ok, here's a way we can maybe locate him. Use Cerebro to find me on the map, in the school, in the basement. I'm from a different time, like you are. You should be able to sense the chronological difference in my energy signal. If you know how I... feel, so to speak, you should be able to hone in on other similar signatures. There can't be more than a handful of us time travelers. Maybe it seems like it's something we do every day, but really it's not."
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"Without a little stress relief, any one of us can go off the rails." He winked at Jean and said, "Besides, a good boyfriend knows how to make his girl laugh when she's overwhelmed and keeps her on track when she loses focus. Your man know how to do that, Jeannie?"

“You remind me of Jonny,” she replied as she gripped the helmet and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. “Yeah, Third, he can be kinda flighty, no pun intended, well,” her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief, “maybe just a little, but he … cares,” she finally said, a bit awkward telling this to strangers; whatever they were to her in later years, they were strangers right now.

Using Cerebro was more awful than she anticipated, and Jean was barely aware of Emma taking the helmet from her unresisting hands. “Okay, lesson learned, don’t jump into things,” Jean muttered into her hands. It was almost a relief when Emma took the helmet away… almost, because it didn’t change anything, she would need to wear it again, she would need to find Warren.

“Grid search,” Jean repeated. “Okay.” Straightening in her chair, Jean squared her shoulders, but Franklin offered a few minutes reprieve sketching out an idea that sounded promising, but she was no expert on time travel or energy signatures or Cerebro, for that matter, she just… cared deeply for the person they were searching for and hoped that was enough.

Looking back at Jean once again Emma asked. “Are you feeling better? Would you like to try again?”

“I have to be, there isn’t another option, is there? Every moment I waste not looking for Warren, is a moment he’s going through who knows what, willing his friends to come for him, and we’re here… having meetings… touring the gardens… learning things that don’t really mean anything.” Jean leaned forward and took the helmet in her hands again.

“Have you ever lost someone close to you? Do you know what it feels like to have them taken away from you? If you were the one they were depending on to find them… save them from whatever was being done to them, how much would you take it easy?”
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Franklin advised Emma not to underestimate the power of fooling around every now and then a joy Emma never really got to enjoy when she was stuck under the powerful thumb of Winston Frost a cold ruthless, manipulative man she unfortunately had to call father. Emma quickly tried to erase any thoughts of Winston from her mind as Franklin spoke of his dreary future which brought a new thought to Emma's mind a happier place for her in the World Without Xavier but she could not dwell long as Jean began to use Cerebro for the first time herself.

After Emma asked if Jean was ready for round two with Cerebro she said she had to be ready. “We are X-Men dear, There is always another option. I will not allow you to sacrifice your own health and well being on this search, Nor will Franklin.” Emma said putting a hand on top of the Cerebro helmet Jean held in her hands. “Even if myself and the other telepaths must stay up all night searching for Warren, Whilst you get some rest the search will not stop until he's found. You have a closer connection to that particular Warren than any of us. But others can take over as soon as you say the word.”

Jean had also asked a stinging question about loss which again brought back memories of Winston Frost and all of those he took away from Emma simply because he could all in an attempt to keep Emma compliant and her under his thumb. “We all suffer loss. Some are immeasurable losses and some are easier to handle. You can not however allow yourself to be consumed by the loss that benefits no one. Warren will be returned safely to your timeline sooner or later.” Emma than removed her hand from the helmet of Cerebro as she continued her train of thought.

“Losses I've suffered in life I was not always so fortunate to have these X-Men for help. But you have walked into a wonderful support group who will not stop until this issue is resolved. Teams are already assembled to scour the streets in the search. The X-Men are no longer 6 teenagers in a Billionaires mansion. The X-Men are now a group that can withstand the test of time as made evident by the past, present and future standing in this room right now. It is not all on your shoulders and you do not have to burden the weight of it alone. But if you are ready and only if you are ready you can try again and focus in on trying to find Franklin. Break down the map cordon off the area and search for his signature.”
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Her self-important, determined, martyr’s scowl, augmented with a heavy dose of teenage DRAMAZ, at first wobbled and then melted like the bad guys from Raiders of the Lost Arc, as Emma talked. “That’s something Scott would say; maybe not as nicely, he’d put more… well, it doesn’t matter,” she said, not going off on the tangent, “but it would amount to about the same thing – There’s no I in Team. Everyone loves Warren, I mean, he means a lot to everyone, not just me.” She felt a bit deflated now that the head of steam she’d built up got doused with a metaphorical bucket of cold water, but in a way it was good, she guessed, and felt good. She nodded in thought, letting the helmet rest in her hands, then cut her eyes toward Emma. “You were right,” she admitted, “though, that comment about being six teenagers in a billionaires mansion was kinda catty,” she added but hadn’t taken offense at it.

Slipping the helmet on again, she looked over at over at Franklin, this time ignoring the dizzying flood of images into her mind. “So, you’re dating my someday-to-be daughter,” she said to the guy a few years older than her, a guy who (currently) was too old for her. Yeah, time travel, how weird is that. “What’s she like?” She asked and started focusing on his thoughts, pinpointing him in the vast soup of all the minds in the world.
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Franklin listened to the way Emma and Jean interacted and thought about the way that the adult Jean dealt with Miss Frost. There was undeniably tension between the two women, and, of course, a lot of it had to do with the man in their lives. Scott Summers, for all his fuddy duddy-ness had definitely lucked out when he won the heart of the fiery red head, but with that came a hot temper and an overprotective nature. But his very... Scottness seemed like not only honey for telepathic flies, but a steadying influence on Emma's wavering morality, which, of course put the two women at odds. Emma's involvement in Scott's decent into not-murder-not-resurrection, obviously, was a sore spot as well.

But to hear Emma recite, as Lil Jean noticed, very Scott-like rhetoric, made Franklin smile and he wondered if Emma even would have recognized it had the teenager not pointed it out. Interesting to realize just how influential the First Class in their development were on those who came after. Interesting to see it from the eyes of those who would someday be.

Jeannie called Emma out on her little snark and Franklin smiled, "Oh, you haven't heard Emma be catty, yet. But that's just part of her charm, isn't that right, Miss Frost." He was cheeky, he knew it, but then, it was just part of his own charm, he supposed. Franklin was a very non-judgmental young man, and he didn't really care if anyone judged him. He knew his place. He knew his worth.

Jean started asking him about Rachel, and Franklin leaned on the back of her chair. "Well, the time we came from was a rough time, and a lot of bad things happened. Our coming back to here changed that but the marks are definitely there still on her. She is a strong woman, just like her mother, incredibly compassionate about doing what's right, and helping others to get through what are trying trying times. But, like her father, she's not great at expressing that compassion, and so sometimes people think she's a little cold, a little over driven. She is the penultimate survivor though, and she can, and has, saved more people than anyone I have ever known, with her skill, her tactics, and her determination. But she's not afraid of death either. She'd jump on any grenade if it would save an innocent person. I have never met anyone I admire as much as Rachel, and I haven't ever been so in love before."

He smiled, and he knew his smile was going to be a little dopey, but he didn't care, "When we met, we were enemies... well, she thought we were. We were on the opposites sides of a pointless war, but never by choice. As soon as I saw her, I knew that there was no going back."

Without shame, Franklin straightened up and said, "You should meet her. She's something special. I know it seems weird right now. I mean, I get why young Scotty might not float the proverbial boat, but he gets better, I promise, and you two... you're good together. Rachel's not the only proof of it, but she's my favorite."
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The young Jean harkened to Emma's words and admitted it sounded like something Scott Summers would have said. Before admitting Emma was right and noted her comment about 6 Billionaires in Professor Xavier's basement was a bit catty. To which Franklin Richards came to Emma's defense slightly saying Emma's cattiness was merely apart of her charm. While true 20 years ago from the time Jean had come from the X-Men were nothing more than a few teenage mutants the X-Men over the past 20 years they had become some of the most valuable and important defenders of the Earth with many willing to fight and die for Xavier's dream he instituted all those years ago in that basement with those 6 teenagers.

However Emma did not respond verbally to Franklin's words but she did however look in his direction and offered a curt half flaccid smile and a small nod while Jean slipped the Helmet of Cerebro back on her head. As Cerebro and Jean began to boot up for round two, Jean began to ask Franklin about his girlfriend the future Daughter of Jean Grey and Scott Summers who in the current timeline had not even been conceived yet. While the two teenaged time travellers spoke Emma stood back and remained silent as Jean attempted to once again navigate through Cerebro while Franklin began to give his answer to the questions that Jean had posed.
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Jean snickered at Franklin’s quip at Emma, which she ignored in favor of flipping switches. She could see why any girl would fall for his charm.

As Franklin spoke about her some-day daughter, Rachel, there was warmth in his eyes and the kind of smile on his lips of someone in love. Jean opened her mind and tried to focus her thoughts through Cerebro and back into the room. Through Cerebro she got a flash of her older self and Scott, as seen through Franklin’s thoughts, and how Rachel was a mixture of their personalities. Emma stayed silent, neither agreeing with nor refuting Franklin’s glowing assessment of Jean and Scott; probably too focused on her own thoughts, Jean decided.

Spending most of her time trying to avoid looking into people’s thoughts, Franklin’s were the first thoughts of someone so completely, unreservedly in love person she’d ever felt, his thoughts practically shone like a mini Sun right before her eyes.

"You should meet her. She's something special. I know it seems weird right now. I mean, I get why young Scotty might not float the proverbial boat, but he gets better, I promise, and you two... you're good together. Rachel's not the only proof of it, but she's my favorite."

:: Franklin, I don’t… thanks. I guess through all this, I never stopped to think about all the people Scott and I touched, :: she thought to him, so focused on her telepathy that she didn’t really realize she wasn’t talking with her mouth. And then, she saw it, a kind of fuzzy double image around Franklin. :: I think I see what you were talking about. ::

"You and Scott, all of the first class, Jean, you can't possibly imagine the difference you all make," Franklin said, noticing the telepathy, and feeling that very familiar feeling of mental prodding. His girl, she had an almost identical feel to her, like mother like daughter, he guessed. "You guys save the world, not only like really saving the world and everyone on it, but in the small ways too. Kids here who would never have gotten a chance are able to have lives, and families, and people to love them. They get to grow up into strong and powerful men and women, into heroes because you guys tell them that they can be those things. I'm honored to be able to meet you as adults and now as teenagers, to know where Rachel's strength comes from." He smiled, genuinely, and said, "The X-Men are legends when I come from, inspiring the good and terrifying the evil. That's all you, Jeannie. Cerebro? You can handle it, I promise."

And, sure enough, suddenly Jean saw it, saw the anomaly around him that was sure to be around them all, all the time travelers, and those chronologic castaways. "Focus, Jean," Franklin encouraged. "Start to find similar signatures..."

As a test she looked around the school grounds, finding Scott and Hank, and herself, and no one else with that strange double signature. She winced as the chattering voices got louder as she spread out her focus. :: Ugh, I’m going to get the mother of all headaches doing this. The wider I spread my focus, the more ground I can cover, but the more voices are babbling away in my mind; narrow focus is quieter, but it’s like inspecting a beach one grain of sand at a time.:: Her gaze flicked over to Franklin. :: Any bright futuristic ideas to help? ::

"We're leaving my realm of expertise," Franklin admitted, "I'm a telepath only because it's easier for Rachel. It's the weakest of my powers to tell you the truth. Maybe Emma can help you eliminating the voices?" He reached out and put his hand on Jeannie's shoulder, "I know you can do this. We're here to keep you from going all head a-splode."

Jean slid an eye past Franklin’s shoulder to look at Emma. “You have another power too,” she murmured under her breath, “motivator.” Closing her eyes, Jean focused on the voices but this time, instead of trying to erect a mental wall to keep them out, she sent her mind to surf over them, riding them like ocean waves.

Seconds stretched into minutes and the minutes stretched longer and longer until finally, Jean’s eyes flew open and she gasped, “I saw two.”
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