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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Unfortunately,” sighed Kitty, “Kurt totally avoided me for the next few days, so I couldn’t, like, do damage control. By the time I finally talked to him, he’d totally convinced himself that he’d been hurting me or whatever. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t convince him to try again and stuff.”
“He thought you couldn’t handle his size, huh?” asked Tabby, surprisingly subdued. She swapped her crossed legs, an amorphous red splotch marking where one leg had lain too long atop the other.
Kitty nodded sadly. “And you know how totally stubborn Kurt is once his mind’s made up or whatever.”
“I’m still shocked you actually managed to seduce him in the first place,” remarked the blonde.
Amara smirked at her friend. “Surely you are not jealous!”
“I sure as hell am!” replied Tabby. “I’ve wanted to fuck Kurt ever since I first laid eyes on his blue fuzzy ass.” She bit her lip and shut her eyes to dwell on the thought. “Oh, and don’t call me ‘Shirley’.”
Jubilee rolled her eyes. “Airplane, Tabby? Really?”
Amara blinked in confusion. Tabby giggled. “I’ll explain later,” she promised.
“I hate to rain on your parade,” Kitty replied, “but there’s, like, no way you’ll have a shot with Kurt. He got back together with Amanda once she moved out of her parents’ house and stuff.”
Danielle’s brow furrowed. “I wonder how well she took the news that you, um… that the two of you… y’know.”
“I don’t actually know,” the petite brunette admitted, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. “Kurt and I are still friends and stuff, but what we did totally strained our friendship. We’ve, like, never been quite as close, y’know?”
From the other end of the sofa, Jean reassured her, “Amanda is a sweet girl. I’m sure she bears no ill will.”
Kitty sighed forlornly. “I sure hope not.”
“Hey, cheer up,” Rogue prodded verbally. “Ya gotta big hunk o’ steamy Russian as a ‘consolation prahze,’ at least.”
“He always seemed kind, yet sad,” mused Wanda, “while he worked for my father.”
Kitty nodded; her gaze hardened. “Magneto totally held his family hostage,” she explained, her tone clearly defensive.
Wanda’s eyes widened. “Oh. I… I had no idea.”
Letting out her breath, Kitty answered, “I guess you didn’t, huh? Yeah, my sweet Pete’s, like, totally different now that he doesn’t have to, like, worry about them anymore. I think it’s gonna take him forever to forgive Magneto though.”
The reformed Scarlet Witch looked around at the other girls nervously. “I hope you all can find it in your hearts to forgive him. My father isn’t a bad man. At least, he hasn’t always been, and he’s doing better now. The encounter with Apocalypse showed him what he could have become, and now he’s trying to set things right.” Her hands fidgeted as she spoke.
Rogue gave her roommate a supportive smile. “Ah don’t know about the rest, but Ah forgive him. It’s probably easier fer me, though, since Ah been in his head. It’s easier for someone who’s been forgiven lahk me ta forgive others.”
“I think it’ll be easier for us to forgive an angry and confused girl who’d spent years in a mental health facility,” Jean assured her, “since it’s easier for us to imagine ourselves in your position.”
Wanda’s brow furrowed. “Mental health facility? As in, insane asylum? I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’ve never been to one, much less inside one.”
Now Jean’s brow furrowed. “Your father institutionalized you when your powers manifested. Shortly after your release, and our first encounter with you, the Professor told us he’d been visiting you for years as a therapeutic consultant.”
Thoroughly confused – so strongly that Jean could sense it across the room – Wanda shook her head. “My father loves me too much to do something like that!” she cried. Her blue-grey eyes – as clear a marker as any for her parentage – flashed with building anger.
“How dare you!” she cried. “How dare your Professor make up such lies! He told you all that to make fighting me that much easier.”
“Hold yer horses, gal,” chided Rogue. “Ah’ll be the first to admit the Professor ain’t always been up-front with us, but he ain’t never out ‘n out lahd to us.”
Glaring, Wanda retorted, “I think I’d remember being locked up in a psych ward, and I don’t.”
“Wasn’t this around the time that, like, Mystique doppelganged the Professor?” Kitty suggested. “She totally coulda made up some story about her being mental so we wouldn’t be afraid to go, like, full-bore against her.”
“Not that it’d do us a lick o’ good,” admitted Rogue, who, having absorbed and used Wanda’s powers, knew full well what she was capable of. Several of the others nodded agreement, having been on the receiving end of Wanda’s hexes. Wanda smiled at the compliment.
Jean shook her head. “I’ve read some of the Professor’s files, dating further back than that. They clearly indicated visits for the restoration of your mental health, Wanda.”
“How do we know Mystique didn’t put those there?” wondered Tabby. “I mean, she definitely is that level of clever bitch.”
“Alternately,” retorted Jean, “Wanda may have created pleasant memories ex nihilo to replace and suppress the unpleasant ones.” She gave Wanda a sympathetic look. “It would be a classic defense mechanism, though taken a bit further than I’ve seen in the few case studies I’m familiar with.”
Kitty giggled. “Maybe psychology isn’t, like, a dead-end major after all,” she teased. Jean pursed her lips and glanced askance toward her friend.
For her part, Wanda looked uneasy. “Maybe,” she admitted. “Would you, um, be able to tell? I want to know the truth.”
Jean nodded and stood carefully, tugging down the hem of her Henley, which had ridden upward while she sat. She knelt just as carefully in front of Wanda to avoid repeating Rahne’s impromptu show earlier. Her hands bracketed the other girl’s temples; though they weren’t quite touching, Wanda could feel just how close they were.
“You’re sure about this?” asked the telepath.
Wanda licked her lips and repeated, “I want to know the truth.”
The redhead nodded solemnly. “I need you to close your eyes and focus on your memories of you and your father,” she instructed. “You may feel a light tickling sensation.” With that, she focused her mental energies on Wanda’s memory patterns.
Complying with the older girl’s instructions, Wanda shut her eyes and remembered. Images flashed before her mind’s eye: family picnics and carousel rides and fireworks shows with Father and Pietro; Father patching up her scraped knees and elbows; swirled lollipops and all manner of treats – “nothing’s too good for my girl,” echoed Magneto’s resonant bass; that embarrassing first bra-shopping trip, since Father raised them alone, no mother in sight; the laughter they later shared about the whole incident; the smell of Father’s wonderful schnitzel; his encouraging words as she tried to make the dish for the twelfth time, the previous eleven having failed inedibly. As she saw, heard, tasted, smelled, felt the memories and the emotions that suffused each one, Wanda felt the gentle caress of Jean’s mind – a tickling sensation as advertised. Wanda fought to maintain her focus; though she might not go so far as to call it erotic, the experience, the sensation, of Jean’s mind against hers was certainly intimate.
Gradually Jean withdrew her presence from Wanda’s mind. She always felt a little strange after such contact, a bit disoriented by the conjunction and separation of selves that occurred even during the most cursory and least intrusive telepathic scans. Though she had come a long way from where she began under Professor Xavier’s tutelage, she knew she still had far to go if she wanted to achieve that level of mastery. Wanda’s case was proving as much.
Feeling everyone else’s eyes on her – especially Wanda’s intense blue-grey gaze directly ahead – Jean told them, “I… I don’t know. Something’s off about some of the memories you have.” She also detected some unexpected emotional subtexts that she needed to process fully before verbalizing. Wanda folded her arms across her chest.
“Besides not fitting your preconceived notions?” challenged Jubilee.
Not even sparing the trash-talker a glance, Jean countered, “When you demonstrate your telepathic abilities, I would be more than happy to discuss technique.”
“I’m just saying that your history with that whole family might be clouding your judgment,” Jubilee answered, not backing down in the least, especially not with the other girls watching agape, their heads darting back and forth as though at a tennis match.
“If you would let me finish,” almost-growled the older girl through gritted teeth, “I will explain. The good news is that I don’t detect any suppressed memories, meaning that the ones you have, Wanda, are real – to you. However, certain memories – from when you were eight or nine, until a few years ago – ring hollow.” Jean paused, thinking of how to best explain. “They don’t feel deeply rooted, you might say; or perhaps grafted onto the stumps of old memories.”
Wanda’s face scrunched a bit. “Now that you mention it… some of the memories do feel… lacking somehow. They felt more like… watching a movie than actually experiencing things as they happened.” She licked her lips. “The schnitzel, for example – I remember Father making it, but not how it tastes. I remember failing to make it right, but not the frustration of failure.”
“I wish I could help,” added Danielle, “but I can’t isolate your fears without making you experience them consciously.”
“How would that help?” asked Wanda, skeptical.
“If I could simply view your fears from that span,” the Seneca girl explained, “I think I could tell if you were actually afraid of it. If you weren’t, that would prove those memories were faked somehow.”
“Why not just, like, bring them out?” queried Kitty. “Wouldn’t having her, like, actually experience the fears accomplish the same goal?”
Danielle’s eyes widened. “No way,” she protested, “I couldn’t risk subjecting her to those kinds of fears if they’re real.” She locked her gaze with Wanda to convey her earnestness. “It would be incredibly harrowing, and I don’t have the control necessary to terminate the illusions on command. I might even pull everybody in.”
“That would be a party-killer, for sure,” agreed the petite Jewish girl.
Bearing a troubled expression on her face, Wanda asked Jean, “What does all this mean?”
Jean shrugged helplessly. “I can’t probe more thoroughly without causing extreme pain. Professor Xavier can, though, so I’ll go with you to speak with him about it tomorrow.” She gave the other girl a smile that said ‘sorry I can’t do more.’
“Maybe Beast could, like, run some tests or something,” Kitty suggested. “Y’know, from the nervy-brainy angle.”
Rogue laughed. “Ah’m glad you don’t wanna be a brain surgeon!” Kitty merely stuck out her tongue in response.
“She could just ask her dad about it,” Jubilee pointed out, “if she’s not down with either the physical or the mental poking and prodding.”
Jean nodded, turning to the San Francisco native with an approving smile. “That’s also an excellent alternative.”
Somewhat surprised at the other girl’s words, Jubilee actually half-returned the smile.
“I’m going to need some time to think,” mused Wanda aloud.
Amara sat up regally. “I decree that we shall adjourn for a short recess,” she declared, maintaining her mock-grandiose composure until the last word. She then broke out into a fit of giggling, her warm smile brightening the mood a bit.
Pensive, Jean returned to her seat on the sofa. Tabby stood and stretched, arms raised above her head, back arched, generous breasts thrust forward. Rogue got up to pour herself a drink, while Kitty and Jubilee visited the snack bar.
“Rahne’s still not back yet,” Kitty noted. “Aren’t you, like, gonna check on her?”
Jubilee gave Kitty a look that screamed ‘are you crazy?’ Aloud, she scoffed, “No way. She’s probably whacking off watching her little porno. I’m gonna be a good roomie and let her get her jollies.” She munched on a pretzel. “Don’t worry; she’ll be back eventually.”
Kitty’s brow furrowed uncertainly. “If you say so, Jubes,” she sighed. “I guess you, like, know your roomie better than I do, huh?”
Jubilee shrugged. “Maybe, but I really don’t wanna risk walking in on her or seeing her screen debut. Can you say ‘awkward’?”
Over at the punch bowl, Rogue shuddered. “What’s more awkward is, she’d lahk it if ya did.”
The other two girls nodded and finished filling their plates. All the other girls shifted around a bit to stay limber. Amara craned her head to make eye contact with Kitty. "Before I forget, I wish to compliment you on your imitation of Kurt's German accent. You have him exact."
"Thanks," Kitty giggled. "You've got Sam's drawl, like, down pat."
Rogue nodded agreement. "As far as Ah'm concerned, y'all nailed 'em both. Ah could almost hear Sam and Kurt during y'all's stories."
The three former Sirens grinned and returned to their seats. A companionable silence settled in, resetting the mood of the party.
Predictably, it was Kitty who broke the silence. “Could I, like, ask you a question, Jean?” she asked her seat-mate while picking through her trail mix. “It’s kinda personal.”
Jean licked her lips, broken out of whatever thoughts had previously occupied her. “Of course, Kitty,” she answered with a warm smile for her longtime friend. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, um, I was wondering,” stammered the younger girl, “if, like, it was awkward between you and Scott after you first did it with him.” She swallowed and plowed ahead, picking up speed. “I’m only asking ‘cuz things got so weird between me and Kurt, and you and Scott were best friends long before you got together and stuff.”
Before the rapidly-reddening Jean could respond, Tabby snorted, “Yeah, right, like Miss Model Citizen over there doesn’t still have her V-card. I teased Amara about waiting till the honeymoon, but I’d bet you’re actually gonna do just that.”
“Ah dunno,” interjected Rogue. “Their feelings fer each other have been strong fer so long now, Ah’d be more surprahsed if they ain’t done it yet.”
“We have,” Jean affirmed stiffly, “not that it’s anyone’s business. To answer your question, Kitty: yes, after our first time together, there was some discomfiture in our relationship, for reasons I’m not sure I want to discuss.”
“Damn, Jean, I’m surprised,” admitted Tabby. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Literally,” added Jubilee, wiggling her eyebrows to emphasize the double entendre. Jean blushed deeper red.
“Since you did not also have your first time on New Year’s Eve,” began Amara, “when did you and Scott become intimate?”
“I bet it was the cruise!” crowed Tabby. “Kitty said it was really romantic. With her and Kurt otherwise occupied,” she posited, making air-quotes with her fingers, “and outta your hair, what better time to jump your boyfriend’s bones?”
“Ah reckon it’s been since graduation,” Rogue argued. “Them college dorms provahde a bit more anonymity, big as they are, especially at Empahre State University where Scott is.”
“Wrong on both counts, I’m afraid,” admitted Jean. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, something she usually did when nervous.
“Okay, now you, like, gotta tell us, for real!” Kitty pleaded.
Taking a deep breath that became a sigh, Jean looked around at the other girls. “You called me ‘Miss Model Citizen,’ Tabby,” she began, “but I have made my share of mistakes. Losing my virginity – specifically, to whom and why I did so – was probably my biggest one.”
“Eww, you didn’t give it up to Duncan, did you?” hedged Kitty.
“That dipwad football guy?” Jubilee added, making a face that looked as if she smelled or tasted something awful.
Jean blinked in response. “You remember Duncan?”
“I remember hearing some of the other girls talking about how much of a tool he was,” replied the neon-clad girl with a shrug.
Again tucking her hair behind her ear, Jean told them matter-of-factly: “I’m afraid it was worse than that. I… I cheated on Duncan with Scott.”
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter thoroughly, since it's been so long since the last update (over a month). Unfortunately, due to summer courses, summer vacation plans, and possible summer malaise, I don't know how much writing will be happening in the near future, so I can't even begin to guess when the next update will be.
Where last chapter built on the episode "Cruise Control," this one builds off of "The Toad, the Witch, and the Wardrobe". The ramifications of what Magneto did in that episode are pretty staggering - probably worthy of a fanfic solely dedicated to exploring them.
As usual, I encourage reviews - positive, negative, both - and participation in the discussion forum for this story (see chapter 1 for the link).
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