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

�Thank you, Jerrin,� Xavier
said.� �I know it isn�t easy for you to
let your guard down.�� He leaned back in
his chair.� �Sometimes our minds can
play nasty tricks on us when exposed to intolerable pressures.� Don�t be so quick to judge yourself for a
previously unknown character flaw.� I
think your behavior then, and more recently, were the results of what happened
to the two of you.�

She made a face.� �I think I�d figured that one out,
Professor.�

�Call me Charles, please, and that
isn�t what I meant.� Consider again the
situation; here is a young man that you like, and are attracted to.� You interact well with him, and then you
decide to leave before the many complexities you contain can ruin that.� Fate intervened in your plans.� For the next two weeks you got to know each
other better, to an extent.� You
concealed things, he concealed things, and both of your understood that.�

Jerrin fidgeted, anticipating what
came next.� Charles moved his chair to
the window and looked out.� �Then
everything changed.� Kurt, your only
alley, becomes your tormentor.� The way
he acted� hurt you, deeply.� You
couldn�t avoid him, or the things he did to you.�� Her hands clenched on the arms of her chair, knuckles turning
white.� �You know that he couldn�t help
what he was doing, but how do you react?�
Do you come to hate your friend, despite the drugs?� Or does your mind find a way to bend to the
pressure, and deal with the situation in a manner you could accept?�

He turned back to her, his angles of
his face half shadowed from the glare outside.�
�By becoming submissive to him, you became a participant in what was
happening, instead of a victim of it.�
The psyche, when stressed, can shatter.�
You chose to bend.�

�It feels so real to me.�� She could hear the tears in her voice.� �I care for him.� I want him� want to be with him� want to belong to him.�

�I can see that your affections are
sincere. �You adapted to the situation
in a way that favored continuing your friendship with him.� However, I do feel that you have formed an
unhealthy fixation on him, and I caution you that behaviors induced by trauma
are often atypical.�

She scowled, silently denying the
truth of those words.

�The desire to submit, to give up
your control to him is very understandable.�
He had all the power in that situation, and you had none.� It must have been very freeing to know that
whatever happened, nothing could ever be your fault.�

Her frown became troubled; her voice
unsure.� �And what�s wrong with that?�

�Nothing, for some people, in some
situations.� But I challenge you,
Jerrin, to use your knowledge of Kurt, and what he is like.� Is that what he would look for in a
relationship?�� She couldn�t
answer.� �If you truly want to build a
lasting relationship with him, you will need to find a better foundation for
it.� One that allows you to be
equals.�� His paused and his voice
became gentle.� �You�re a strong person,
you were raised that way.� If you can�t
stand beside him, as a partner, you�ll wind up hurting him.�

Was that what she was doing?� She buried her face in her hands, and
wept.� He offered her tissues, and a
glass of water, but after that he left her alone to work through her
emotions.� Finally she got herself under
control and went to the window.� �You
don�t pull any punches, do you?�

�It doesn�t pay in my line of
work.�� He poured himself some
coffee.� �Frankly, as sexual behaviors
go, submissive tendencies aren�t a terrible thing.� But for someone like our Kurt, it is not a fit basis for a
relationship.� I� will make no judgment
as to the advisability of such of a relationship.� It isn�t my place to do so.�
But I can point out patterns of behavior that would be harmful to both
of you.�

She watched the trees sway in the
wind.� �Thank you� Charles.� Have you counseled him?�

�He hasn�t come to me for help, so,
no.�� She saw his frown as he looked
off.

�I�ll talk to him about it.� He still has guilt issues, I know that
much.� I can sense his feelings when I�m
near him.�� She smiled a little.� �I don�t really have any empathic shields
against him.�

�Again, that�s understandable.� What little remained of your powers were
completely focused on him, for your own safety, so you could know how to
respond to him in the manner that was least damaging to you.�

�I love him, you know, for all that
we really don�t know each other well.��
She said it confidently.

He nodded.� �In my own way, so do I.�
I love them all.�

She tilted her head, and went back
to slouch in her chair.� �You may not be
their parent, Charles, but you are the father of their ideals.� The Dream lives in them, and you put it
there.�

She could see she�d surprised him, as
he laughed.� �Such a contradiction you
are.� One moment you�re a bundle of
adolescent turmoil, and the next you�re a fount of wisdom worthy of your true
years.�

�Don�t mention it, young man,� she
said archly, before she couldn�t help laughing herself.

�Which does leave me with the
problem of how to fit you in here.�
You�re too well educated to be a student, and too young, really, to join
the faculty.�

�Maybe I can find a place between
those extremes.� I can act as a
substitute, or a tutor.� I can be a
liaison with the students.� Or give
elective classes in practical things, like emergency electronics repairs, or
what to do when you don�t have a full medical kit handy.�� She looked over at him, and he nodded in
encouragement.

She tapped the flexi-screen in its
tube.� �This is a computer, better than
the one on your desk.� Heck, it�s better
than your mainframe.� I know exactly how
it works.� I have access to technology centuries
ahead of Terran average, so I could upgrade the Mansion, or just help you file
a few important patents to help pay for all this�� she waved her hand around the
well appointed room, and smiled.

He looked thoughtful.� �Something vague...� A �Faculty Assistant�, perhaps.

�That works.� Oh, and I don�t really need a salary.� Money isn�t that important to me.�

He shook his head, bemused, and
reached into a drawer and brought out the requisite paperwork for a new
employee.� �Can you fill this out with
your� �Terran authority friendly� information, please?�

�What, so I can�t put �Other� under
Gender?�� She deadpanned as she filled
out the forms.� Charles tried hard to
conceal a smile.

* * *

By the time the Bayville High kids
came home, Charles had installed her in a small interior office, with an
assignment to design a vocational class in electronics.� She�d hung a four-foot by five-foot
flexi-screen on the wall opposite her desk, and was drawing circuit schematics
on the smaller one on her desk, projecting to the screen on the wall.� Kitty followed Kurt and Rogue as they
knocked on the open doorway of the office.

�Come in.�� There was plenty of seating.�
A bench seat scrounged from the lower storage areas stretched along one
entire wall of the room across from the door.�
She watched them study the degrees and certificates she�d printed and
pinned to a wall.

�This is a joke, right?� Kitty said,
hooking her thumb at the papers.

�No joke, Kitty,� Jerrin said.� Kat looked skeptical, so Jerrin handed her a
FAQ she�d written on what it meant to be a Qard.� �Section three, part d.�

Kitty�s eyes widened as she read
about the longevity of Jerrin�s race.�
She looked at Kurt, who was lounging on the bench.� �Do you know how old this makes her?�

Kurt nodded, and Rogue said.� �We both do.� Kit, remember on the way home, when you said how much being
twelve years old sucked?�

�You both agreed with me.� It�s such an awkward age.�� She brushed her long ponytail over her
shoulder.

Kurt came over and snagged the FAQ
from her.� �Think about it from her
point of view,� he said.� �She had to
live through three whole years of twelve-ness.�

Jerrin saved her work and put an
image of a dark, mossy forest up on the wall screen.� The sight of home made her feel a little better.

�That�s your homeworld, isn�t it?�
Rogue said.� Jerrin nodded, then turned
to Kurt who�d started laughing.

Kurt took a deep breath, and read
aloud.� �Section one, biology, part c,
subsection four: �Questions about the biological mechanisms of the Change
should be referred to Dr. McCoy.�� He
fought to keep going between giggles.�
�Get this, then it says, �That means you, Jamie.�� He fell back on the bench, wheezing for
breath.

Jerrin shrugged.� �I thought I�d cover my bases.� And, yes, Rogue.� That�s my family�s planet.�
No one else lives there but us and the people who work for us.� It really didn�t have a name until fairly
recently, but now it�s called Delsha.�

Kitty looked at the screen.� �How much of it actually looks like that?�

�Most of the planet is
untouched.� It�s much bigger than Earth,
and there�s maybe half a dozen sites on the planet that have any development at
all.� That image from the homesite is
pretty much the view out of my bedroom window.�
It looks just like that for hundreds of miles around.�� She looked wistfully at the screen.

�Is that where you took survival
courses?� Kurt said.

Jerrin raised her eyebrows in
surprise and shook her head.� Not
bloody likely, love.� �In my own
backyard?� That would be too easy.�� Not to mention probably suicidal.� Only Mom is foolish enough to explore
Delsha�s forest floors.

Kitty sat on the other end of the
bench while Rogue leaned on the wall.�
�So does your hire mean you�re part of the faculty, now?� Rogue said.

Jerrin shook her head.� �My title is Faculty Assistant.� I�m a notch under the staff, and a little
above Scott and Jean, in academics, anyway.�
I�ll be giving workshops, offer tutoring, that sort of thing.�� She remembered a promise she�d made.� �By the way, Kitty.� The writer of that worm you were fighting
sends his compliments.� I�ll have to
introduce him to you sometime.�

�Really?� That was a nasty bit of code.�
Tell him thanks.�� Kitty�s eyes
sparkled when she smiled.

How appropriate, since Adam is also
a �nasty bit of code�.�
�I�ll let you tell him.�� A
feeling of discontent started coming from Kurt.� �Kurt?�

�You should be a full teacher,� he
said, frowning.� �You have more
education than half of them.�

�And less maturity than any of them,
as I know full well.�� She came over,
and crouched to put her hand on his arm.�
�Education isn�t everything, Kurt.�
Experience in the real world, as an adult, counts for a lot.� It�s something they have and I don�t.�� She smiled.�
�But it�s all right.� Actually,
it�s just what I wanted.�� She gave him
a sly look.� �The faculty has rules
against fraternization��

He cleared his throat, and
blushed.� The other girls snickered, and
he scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

�And on that note,� Rogue said.� �Kurt, I remember you beggin� us to help you
with your literature homework.�
Again.�� She gave him a hard
look.� �C�mon, Kit, you wanna shoot some
pool?�

�Pool, with you?� Like, yeah!�� Kitty bounced up, a happy smile on her face.

�Rack �em up, girl.�� She watched Kitty leave, and then waved at
them before she followed.� Both Jerrin
and Kurt could hear them talking quietly as they moved away down the hall.

�Are they going to be okay?� Kitty
said.

�They�re gonna be just fine,
Kitty.� They just need a little space.�

Jerrin smiled at him, and rose to sit
beside him on the bench.� �Do you have
your literature book?�
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