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Chapter List
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Eloi Chapter Seventeen
Disclaimers Apply

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Jean turned
her face to one side, the grass just dry enough to prickle her skin. She felt like she was floating--not a
pleasant feeling, she decided. It was
not a physical thing, not like being in the water or even being levitated. It was, she thought, like being adrift. The sun warmed her body but it was
uncomfortable. She could hear some of
the younger students playing on the lake�s edge and her friends talking, moving
around her. She could feel them, feel
every single thought and emotion and physical pain and joy, but it was not overwhelming
her. �How odd,� she murmured to
herself. �It�s like being a switchboard.�
�What�s
that?� Bobby asked, dropping to sit next to her. �You look tired.�
Jean opened
her eyes to find the younger teenager staring down at her. �I am tired� and you,� she said slowly,
sitting up with a raging headache, �seem�not you.� She frowned and blinked, her gaze growing
sharp. �Bobby?�
�Yeeeeeeeeah?� He leaned back a fraction, his own lips
quirking into a bemused, nervous smile. �That
would be me��
�No,� she
said softly, �it isn�t you�� She heard Logan
calling the all clear, saying it was safe to go back into the house, but she
did not move, and neither did Bobby. �You
look like Bobby. Does Saint
John know?�
�Know what?� The uncertainty was obvious in his voice but
it seemed, to Jean�s ears, a little too studied. �Jean, I think you need to get out of the
heat. Your face is all pale and blotchy��
�Who are
you?� she asked softly. �Why are you
inside him?� She did not move. She did not want to appear aggressive, but
she hoped that she could hold him in place with her tone, her demeanor, like
with a child.
�Jean,� he
replied patiently, �No one is inside me�er�I didn�t
mean for that to sound as dirty as it did.
I�m me, Jean. No change here�� His smile became less fixed and more
anxious. �Look, let me go get Beast and
you can go lay down in the infirmary.
Maybe we should call Scott��
�No,� she
said firmly. �I�m fine. You�re not. You�re not Bobby!� She stood fluidly, towering over him in the
moment before he rose. �Who are you?� Her voice was rising, not shrilly but
authoritatively. The students who were
slow to trickle back into the mansion turned to see the scene unfolding near
the shore. Jean felt a tug at her mental
barriers and knew it to be Professor Xavier.
She snarled mentally, as only a telepath can, and focused her attention on
Bobby. �Tell me or I may have to hurt
you.�
Bobby�s
eyes went wide. �Jean, look, you�re not
acting like yourself. I�ll just go and
get...� His words were cut off in a sharp cry of surprise as his feet went out
from under him. Instead of falling, as
he fully expected to do, he found himself held a good four feet off the ground,
his arms tight by his side and legs seemingly locked together. Jean�s eyes
flashed strangely, changing color to become nearly black for a moment. �Jean, put me down,� he said as calmly as he
could manage. Logan was moving
towards them at a steady lope, closing the distance but not quick enough for
Bobby�s taste. �Jean, please��
�Who are
you?� she repeated, her voice low and thick as if it
were a great effort to keep him aloft.
She felt hot, hotter than before, her skin on fire with it and her muscles
seeming to burn not with exertion but with actual fire. Her breathing increased, becoming almost
labored. She felt on the verge of losing
control and she knew that it would happen soon.
Part of her wanted to do it, wanted to let whatever was building inside
her go, but one small part of her, a tiny calm voice, said no.
�Jean, put
the kid down,� Logan�s gruff voice sounded
from a few feet away. He could feel the
energy crackling off of her and he could smell something strange in the air, an
almost ozone and animal scent combined. �Put
him down, Jean, or I�ll have to help you do it.�
Bobby let
out a shaky sigh of relief as his feet touched the ground again. He nearly stumbled as her hold on his limbs
was released but he managed to keep himself steady and smile faintly at Logan. �Sorry to interrupt your�um�chaperoning
duties. We were just having a friendly
disagreement�� He nodded once and
departed, not running but almost, towards the mansion.
Jean
frowned so deeply it transformed her face into a masque of annoyance and
anger. �He�s not Bobby. He looks like him, acts like him, but he isn�t
Bobby.�
Logan
shook his head, not sure what to say. �Jean,
you�re tired, come on in the house and get some cold water and we can talk to
the Professor about this.� He reached
for her shoulder but jerked back in surprise.
The air around her seemed superheated, sending a brief jolt of pain
through his system. He stared at her in
amazed confusion for a moment, then reached towards
her again. He could touch her now, but he was still hesitant. �Come on.�
�No,� she
said simply. �I am not sick, I am not
tired, I am not in need of psychological help.� She stepped away, turning to go into the boat
house. �Someone here is a liar and we�re
all doomed for it.�
Logan
watched her go, her body bent and huddled as if against a cold breeze. _Chuck? _
_I heard, Logan. _
_What do we do then? _
_We
wait. _

A/N Next up, Jubes/Remy and
Kitty/Kurt and smut!
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