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Innocent Of Evil	By : KMac Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 2974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fitting In

Jerrin got up early to cook a hot
breakfast for those who were attending Bayville High. There was plenty for everyone who followed their noses to the
kitchen. It was well worth it for the
payment she received of a grateful hug from Kurt. She felt him watch her as she served the hungry hordes, and she
smiled at him when she �caught� him at it.

�Well, at least that�s something
useful you can do around here,� Logan said.

Kurt drew breath to say something,
but her headshake stopped him. �Perhaps
it�s time I told the Professor what I can do besides play music.� She raised an eyebrow at Kurt, and he smiled
back.

�That should prove to be an
interesting conversation,� Charles said, as he wheeled in. Jerrin made him a plate, and another for
Ororo, who came in shortly after.

�Thanks, Jerrin.� Rogue raised a hand as she and Kitty got up
to leave.

�You�re welcome.� Jerrin gave Kurt some extra bacon as he rose
to get ready. He cleared his mouth long
enough to kiss her on the cheek. Their
gazes locked for a moment before Kurt gave a suffering sigh and hurried after
his classmates.

Hank waited until Scott and Jean
herded the other students out of the room before speaking. �How long are you likely to be in this gender?�

�A little over a week, if things
were normal.� She shrugged. �Until I Change again, is my best
guess. Dr. McCoy, something else you might
find interesting about me is my maturation rate. As a racial characteristic, I age at one-third of human normal.�

Hank�s eyebrows rose as he took a
bite of toast. �Do I take it that the
age you�ve claimed is a maturation equivalent?� Jerrin nodded.

Logan scowled, and turned to glare
at Jerrin. �So, you�re tellin' us you�re
in your flamin� fifties?�

She leaned against a counter. �I finished secondary school by the time I
was ten, not being a particularly ambitious student at the time. Since then, I�ve achieved the equivalent of
a Masters in Electronics, and another in Engineering. I have two related Bachelors in Computers
and Physics, and two others in Sociology and Administration. Lastly I�m considered skilled in the
subjects of Music, Field Medicine, Personal Combat, and Survival.�

�You didn�t answer my question,� he
growled. �And what the Hell do you
think you�re playing at with Kurt?�

�I didn�t need to answer that, as
it�s a matter of simple multiplication.
As for what I think I�m doing with Kurt, I�m closer to him and the other
kids than I am to you, who, as far as I can tell, vacillates between acting
like a crotchety old fossil, or a five-year old throwing tantrums.� She smiled sweetly as he scraped his chair
back and glared up at her.

�If you think I�m gonna take that,
you little�� He ground to a halt as he
looked at the other adults who seemed to be desperately trying not to smile, or
more. He snarled silently, looking from
face to face, and when he turned to Ororo, she burst into giggles. Frosty blue eyes tried to bore a hole into
her, before his own lips started twitching.
�Heh.�

�Is this where you wrap your hands
around my throat and squeeze until my eyes bug out?� Jerrin smirked, and then turned more serious. �Mr. Logan, you�ve been around a lot of
teenagers. One thing they have in
common is a fervent desire to get out of the teen years as soon as
possible. It�s going to take me nearly
a decade to get there.�

�You might as well call me
Logan. You�re older than anyone in the
mansion except for me.�

�If you�ll permit me to, I would be
glad to,� she said.

�First you insult me, then you�re
all polite? What�s got into you, kid?�

She looked out the window, towards
Bayville. �I guess I�ve found my
confidence again.�

The Professor cleared his
throat. �Speaking of which, Miss
McLean��

She frowned. �Jerrin, please. Gendered titles can be� irritating, if not offensive.�

�Very well. There is another matter I�d like to discuss,
though this is perhaps not the best place to do so.�

�Your office, sir, in a few
minutes?� The Professor nodded. �I�ll go to my room and get some paperwork you
might be interested in. I�ll meet you
there.�

A few minutes later, Jerrin arrived
with a small case. She pulled out some
papers and a few electronic wires. �Can
I use your computer, sir? I can put my
real education records on a DVD for you, instead of this stuff that Mom forged
for the local authorities. I have them
also, for what they�re worth, including my emancipation papers.�

The professor turned his computer
for better access, and gave Jerrin a blank recordable DVD. She brought out a sheet of flimsy-seeming
translucent material that reflected light in billions of tiny hexes. Taking a cable that had a USB connector on
one end, and a clamp on the other, she mated the two devices. A stroke over the sheet brought up a
holographic keyboard, which she used to initialize the data burn. She typed in a command, and when a tone
sounded, she spoke in the air. �Hello,
Adam. This local network is
authorized.�

�You sure?� said a male voice with a
broad Brooklyn accent. �They�ve been
baitin� the Dragon.�

�First to find me, and then to help
me. I�m sure, Adam.� She continued to type, the surface of the
sheet acting as a monitor, displaying text and images on its surface, and projecting
holographic sub-windows into the air that she positioned to her liking with a
push of her fingers. She was working
quickly, but she could feel the Professor�s interest in her computer equipment.

�It�s your funeral,� said the
voice. But hey, tell that Kitty-Cat
she�s one mean hacker. She gave me a
real workout.�

�I will. You killed my old primary account?�

��Course. New Primary is at the standard level. Oh, and your disc is written.�
The DVD drive opened. Professor
Xavier picked up the burned disc and labelled it.

�Thanks, Adam. Bye.�
She unclipped the sheet and rolled it up like a scroll, putting it in a
tube. �Adam is an artificial
intelligence planted in the Internet to watch after my interests,� she told the
Professor. �I just told him to immunize
the Institute�s computers from the effect of the worm.� She turned his computer back around. �I can be an asset to you, sir. I�d like to stay.�

�Does this have to do with what�s
between you and Kurt?�

Jerrin felt herself blushing. �We resolved some things last night. He asked me to stay, but I won�t assume that
it will be here in your home.�

�Here would undoubtedly be
best. I have noticed that you�ve been
trying to keep the disruptions your presence causes down to a minimum. But about you and Kurt��

�Yes, sir?� She was nervous. She couldn�t help it. Her
only consolation was that he seemed uncomfortable as well.

�You realize that as his guardian I
have certain responsibilities towards him.
He may be mature beyond his years, especially after the recent
distasteful assault, but he�s legally a minor.�

�I know. Though I wasn�t really thinking about that, last night.� His eyebrows rose in surprise. �Thankfully, Kurt was. We do understand your position.�

�Having said that, I realize that if
two teleporters are determined, there is little I can do to prevent them from
doing what they want.� He paused and
cleared his throat. �Contraceptive
measures might be in order.�

She shook her head. �Not needed. We may be of legal age at fifteen, but Qards simply aren�t
reproductively fertile until we�re thirty, maturation.� She watched as shock was replaced by
understanding in his eyes. �Yeah,
that�s why they�re willing to cut us loose at fifteen�� she gave a crooked
smile. �...Because no matter how
profoundly stupid we might be, we�ve got a good forty-five calendar years
before unintended consequences are even possible. Generally, it�s enough time for even one of us to grow up.�

Xavier considered her for a
moment. �I would like to be able to trust
you, Jerrin, but you�re a mystery to me, and I�m not used to that. Will you consent to a mental scan?�

�I have little more to hide from
you, Professor.� Jerrin walled off two
delicate memories, and opened her mind.
He noticed the blocks, but ignored them at first. He swept a thorough scan through her
memories, and concern showed on his face at the serious tenor of her recent
interactions with Kurt, which was replaced by pride at the wisdom and
discretion that his students showed.

Turning to the mental blocks, he
examined them. The first he found near
the Qard concept of Initiation, but it shielded only the actually
experience. Satisfied that it contained
an irrelevant and private memory, he investigated the other. Finding that if contained large portions of
her time with the drugged Kurt, he spoke in her mind. �I�m sorry, and I realize this is difficult, but what you are
hiding concerns Kurt, and I need to see it.� She flushed darkly, but lowered the block.

She was studying the carpet when he
finally left her mind, and she felt her shields slamming shut as he
exited. In a quiet voice, she
spoke. �He doesn�t remember that, I
think. I�m still coping with the
consequences... I thought I had my
gender issues worked out decades ago� I�m fairly straightforward vanilla as
Qards go, and primarily masculine. But
this� the way I responded to him� to his domination.� She shrugged. �I didn�t
even know I was a submissive. It�s made
me question all of my assumptions about myself.�

�Like what?� he said gently.

She sighed, and looked up,
finally. �Like, whether my primary
gender should really be masculine. Or
am I just a submissive, but oddly enough, only with him.� She hung her head again, dark hair
curtaining her face. �Try as I might, I
can�t picture myself like that with anyone else.�

He came out from behind his desk,
and brought his wheelchair next to her.
�I think I can help you, if you will allow me. Technically, you may be older than I, but I am more experienced
in the workings of the mind, even yours.�
He covered her hand with his as it rested on her leg, and she felt his
confidence and compassion. Lifting her
eyes, she saw the warm blue of his were quietly urging her to accept.

�Okay, Professor.� She took a breath, and asked him formally. �Will you counsel me?�
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