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Written by Monica Tamaru
Last updated: 01/02/2007 02:01:11 AM

Chapter 4

"Loganís disappeared and Scott has taken over his classes. If you thought math sucked, just wait until you have to listen to the details of the Civil War from Mr. Summers! Remyís still in the med ward and Jean hasnít left his side. Their parents havenít come to the school yet. Think theyíre orphans, like you?" Kitty said, munching on an apple. Marie frowned at the girl, but remained silent. Different versions of the story have been floating around the school, but they essentially said the same thing. "Anyways, I bet Logan took off because of what happened with Remy. Bobby always said that Logan was too aggressive in class."

Marie nodded. She was thinking of other things. "Did you know that Ororo and Hank graduated from here?"

"No. So what? What do you think will happen now that Logan is gone? Do you think that weíll get a new teacher? Maybe a young and cute one." Marie had been rooming with Kitty long enough to know when to put in an "Uh huh" or "hmmm" in her never ending litany. She was thinking about the strange message on her computer the other day.

WHO DO YOU TRUST?

S. Summers - Xavier Institute Ė 1995

O. Munroe - Xavier Institute Ė 1996

H. McCoy - Xavier Institute Ė 1992

Logan - History unknown

C. Xavier - History unknown

"Hey Kitty, Marie! Have you seen Jean?" Bobby asked, his mouth twisted into a slight sneer. As far as he was concerned, Remy had been taught a well-needed lesson.

"Sheís probably still with Remy. She hasnít stayed in the room since he was hurt." Kitty said.

Bobby grimaced. "I need to give her a message from Ororo. I donít understand why she wants me to get her. I donít even like them."

"Iíll tell her, though I donít think that itís gonna matter. That girl hasnít been away from her brother for the past couple of days. I was going to take her some clothes anyway." Marie said quickly. Ignoring the strange looks from the others, she walked hurriedly to the med room.

Jean was reading the book required for her English class. She was also absently rubbing Remyís arm with her free hand. She was pretty sure that he woke up a few minutes ago, but she pretended nothing was different. Men were so prickly when they were sick.

"Jean?" Marie said, quietly entering the room. Jean debated whether or not to ignore her. Remy tensed beneath her touch, so Jean dragged her eyes to the girl.

"Ororo wants to see you," Marie said, putting the clothes on the counter nearby. She stood awkwardly under Jeanís silent gaze. "Um, did you leave something on my computer? I asked Kitty, and she said she didnít do it. She also said she heard you were pretty good with computers and stuff, so, did ya?"

Jean shook her head no. What the hell was she talking about? Marie opened her mouth to protest, but Jean turned toward Remy. Marie looked unsure, but finally walked out.

Jean waited until the door clicked into place.

"Why canít you be nice, Jeannie? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar," Remy mumbled. The light hit his eyes and made him moan in protest.

"Who wants to catch flies? Howíre you feeling?" Jean asked, slipping a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

"I feel like Iíve been run over by a truck."

"Why the fuck are you playing with that girl for?" Jeanís voice was harsh, but it contradicted the fussing she did with the blankets.

"What are you talking about? Come here." Remy pouted. He laid out and groaned. Jean sighed and gave him a hug.

"You know what I mean."

"Oh, you mean sending out feelers like you did with the Summers guy." Remy said, smiling slightly at Jeanís gasp of surprise. "Go get me some clothes so I can get out of here, then we can plan how to walk away. Díya think theyíll let us just say, ĎSorry, but I donít think this will work?í"

"Not since you went to their secret underground lair," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "Iíll be back in a few minutes." On her way out, Jean waved to the hidden camera.

Logan in the surveillance room cursed loudly. It was times like these that he wished they had sound monitored in all the rooms. He froze Jeanís image on the screen.

"What is that?" Ororo asked, running her hands over Loganís shoulders. He sighed contentedly as she massaged lightly.

"Those damn kids know where the camera is." Ororoís hand suddenly gripped him hard and Logan winced.

"Impossible. That camera is smaller than the tip of a pencil."

"I know." He growled.

"Iíll tell the professor he should start the therapy sessions. Iím supposed to befriend the little brat, but sheís been in with her brother since the incident."

"We havenít failed yet, darliní. Go and tell Xavier for me. The boy is up, too." He watched Ororoís long, lithe figure gracefully exit before calling the access logs for the system.

Everything looked normal and he didnít really think the system could be tampered with. Doug Ramsey, a graduate of the Institute, had designed it right before his tragic and untimely death. He was a genius. Two street kids with no education didnít have a chance.

"Hi there. Iím glad to see you up and about," Ororo said, smiling brightly. "Are you in any pain?"

Remy struggled to sit up. "Iím fine now. Any chance of gettingí out of here?"

"Iíll have to get Hank to clear you. Here are some painkillers. Iíll be right back."

Remy threw the pills in his mouth and Ororo smiled brightly and walked briskly out of the room. As the doors closed, Jean stuck out her hand and Remy gave her the pills. Jean grimaced and shoved them in her pocket.

"Ororo tells me you want to get out of here," Hank said, looking over the chart at the end of the bed. Both Remy and Jean froze for a second before they realized that he meant out of the hospital room. Hank didnít seem to require an answer as he checked his pulse and temperature. "Your head hurt?"

"Ororo gave me some painkillers. I wanna go back tí my room." Remy gave a sheepish grin. "I doní like med rooms."

"Well, you look all right to me. Come straight here if you need another pain killer or anything strange happens."

"Tíanks!" Jean and Remy practically ran from the room. Once they reached the main corridor, they split.

"Iím gonna take a shower and change again. Meet you back here in fifteen minutes," Remy said over his shoulder as he took off for his room.

"Whereís he goiní?" Jubilee asked, snapping her gum. She watched Remy hurry up the stairs over her sunglasses.

"He has to go wash the med room smell off."

Jubilee grinned and linked her arm through Jeanís. "Come on! Kitty just got her care box from her folks. Weíll be dining on chocolate tonight!" The girlsí broke into a run, much to the consternation of the other students milling around.

"Jean! Hi! Your brother must be better! Join us!" Kitty was bouncing on the bed on her knees. "Marie thinks sheís too good for chocolate so my parents sent her some wheat crackers." Marie made a face and returned to her book.

"I have to go back down in a few minutes." Jean caught the Snickers bar Kitty threw at her and grinned at her. "But I can stay up here for a little while."

"Isnít this, like, totally fated? I mean, Remy gets all better and treats show up!" Jubilee said while searching through the large brown box before coming up triumphantly with a large box of Raisinettes.

Jean carefully put the chocolate bar away and smiled as she watched the girls reach the peak of their sugar high. She realized that time had gotten away, so she left Jubilee and Kitty to torment Marie. Hershey kisses were soon flying through the air and Jean laughingly slammed the door shut before she was pelted with the candy.

He was leaning against the banister, talking to Ororo when she ran downstairs. Coming across them very quickly, Jean came up short and paused to catch her breath. Neither of them looked up at her.

"Well, think about it. It will help your transition tremendously," Ororo said, smiling at him.

"Oui, chere," Remy said absently. He frowned up at Jean and simply walked away. Jean grumbled to herself as she followed him. She knew he would bring up her tardiness if she said anything.

"So what have you been doing while I was in my never-ending sleep?" Remy asked as he settled himself by the lake. Jean followed suite and settled beside him.

"Oh, you mean beside driving myself crazy with worry? I found out some stuff." Remy was quiet for a couple of seconds.

"What did you find out?"

"Just checked the financial records. Theyíre very interesting. This school has a lot of support."

"Anything we can use?" Remy asked. He leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes. Jean scooted closer and leaned against him.

"I think so. Iíll have to dig a little further, but itíll be tough. There are multiple systems being manipulated."

"Erik knows weíre here. Xavier aní him go way back and heís on his way over here as we speak."

"How do you know that? Thereís no way you can know that. You heard wrong."

Remy arched an eyebrow at her. "I replayed the phone calls from Xavierís office Iím taping." Jean was silent and Remy pushed her chin up so she was looking at him. "Iím not going to let him near you. Trust me."

Jean nodded quickly. She forced her hands to stop shaking and breathed deep. Even though he tried to sound as if he didnít care, she could hear his voice waver. Eric scared them both.

"Thereís something else. When I burst in on their little secret meeting, I made a small detour." Remy thrust two manila folders at her. "Our files. The bastards have been keeping tabs on us since Emma left. Everythingís in there."

Jean pulled a lighter out of her pocket and lit the folders. She didnít want to read them. Instead, she concentrated on the growing ball of fire, oblivious to everything else.

"Are you crazy? Anyone can see that!" Remy snapped, putting out the fire by dunking the papers into the lake. Jean turned to him with tears in her eyes. He said softly, "Weíll get rid of it tonight. Come on, we better go in and pretend that everythingís just wonderful now."

"What was Ororo talking about when I came downstairs?"

"When you were late in meeting me? She seemed to think we could benefit from therapy to help us with the trying ordeals of our young lives." Jean made a face.

"I knew you were going to bring up that I was just a couple minutes late. What did you tell her?"

"You know that I was starting to worry. I told her Iíd take it under consideration." Remy hastily stuffed the files back under his trench as they neared the door.

"You know, Marie is taking therapy sessions. So is your roommate, Bobby. And both Scott and Ororo when they were in school."

Remy frowned. "Well, stay out of trouble because all they need is a reason to say itís for your own safety or some bullshit like that." He froze at the top step. Jean bumped into him.

"Hey, what are you---" Jean stopped with her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Hi kids! What kind of greeting is that?"

"Cece. Hi."

 

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