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"Jean...I never in a million years thought I would say this, but it's nice to see you again." //i hope it's okay for me to just invade your inbox like this//

Jean smiled and put her hand on her hip “I must say.. The sentiment is returned. How’ve you been Emma?” she asked the blonde. {omg it’s totally ok I am sooo glad <3}

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She furrowed her brow "Problem?" she asked him.

I..uh…have to take care of a problem I have…

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Jean tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled up at him. "Are you busy?"

John nods. “Yeah..me again”

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Can we appreciate that Famke Janssen was a perfect choice for Jean Grey :)

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Famke Janssen and Hugh Jackman attend the premiere of “Pussyclaws”.

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"You again." she smiled at the man. "John... Right?" 

Hi Jean!

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{Someone pay some attention to Jean!}

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She nodded "Yeah, it's... it's a dark force." she said as she looked at the ground and then back up at the man "I can't control anything about it. Nobody can." she confessed.

The half Vulcan nods, he knows a thing or two about control and possible streaks of violence, “it is this other side of your telepathy that keeps you from having full control of your abilities then?”

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Jean laughed warmly at Mr. Wayne and batted her eyelashes up at him. "I can handle myself, yes you're right about that." she said as she nodded her head "But despite the crime rate here in Gotham, it's definitely got some qualities that I like about it. Dark, busy, people don't really look sideways at you, and my god ignorant drivers from what I've seen." Jean let out a laugh, and pressed her hand against his chest. Maybe she had been a little bit sacrastic, however, she did like that she could just blend in here and nobody even would question if she was a mutant or not, she could just fit in and it was nice.

"You're definitely worth the risk though, I must say Mr Wayne." she smiled up and him, and linked arms with him. "I might be the guest, but I'm not a fussy one. So you take me whever you think a lady would be dazzeled and can get one hell of a meal." she grinned.

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"Well, the rumor’s have been known to be inaccurate now and again.", Bruce replied swiftly, smile deepening as he shook her hand for a few comfortable moments. At last he retracted it back down to his side and followed her gaze as she marveled the place. The lobby indeed was worthy of the attention it received… Wayne Enterprises towered over most of the city, so it was certainly a switch from her secluded school. He glanced back sideways at her again, pleased to find the slight blush remaining on her cheek, and he spoke again, voice low, calm… and above all, smooth.

"Thank you for the compliment, it was designed by some of the world’s finest architectures. I do indeed own the place, inherited it from my father and have thus far been running it responsibly enough. I’m glad you were looking forward to this get together as much as I was… and It actually doesn’t surprise me you haven’t been here. Unfortunately, the city has something of a… less then stellar reputation here crime is concerned… it keeps quite a few people from coming here. Still, thanks for taking the risk to come see me… I know you can handle yourself just fine. I was actually thinking we should head out to a restaurant I know about… I got off work a few minutes ago, so we can take a ride out there if you want, unless you had any other ideas of things you’d like to do in the city. You are the guest after all"

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Send me a muse and I’ll say if I tell them Come to bed or Go to bed

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Jean gave Logan a tired look. "Are you sure you're not going to run off again?" she asked him, chewing on her lower lip. Jean wasn't trying to be nasty, she was just terrified that he would leave again like Logan always did- it was his trademark, the dissapearing act. 

Her eyes filled up with tears again, but not even because she was scared he was not going to come back, but it was because she could tell how fearful that Logan was. She sensed that he wanted her to be here, and to never leave him again. After all, she had dissapeared out of his life a fair amount of times- but death consumed her, she couldn't help it. She felt sad, however, that she could even lose his trust. Jean reached out, and touched his hand. She stroked his figners and smiled a soft smile at him "I promise I'm not going anywhere." she leaned down and kissed his hands. "I couldn't leave you again."

Jean watched him leave, and laid back down on the bed when he was out of sight. She could only imagine what distress this was causing him, but it was just as hard on her because she was the one who had to try and act like things were normal, and that she hadn't died before. 

Her thoughts were interrupted with the door oppening again, and Jean sat up, happy to see Ororo come in with Logan. "Ororo, it's so nice to see you again!" she exclaimed as she ran up to hug her old friend.

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He ignored her question for the time being, resting his free hand on her knee, thumb brushing gently back and forth before he took a deep breath and let it out again.  “Alright.  You stay here.  Get comfortable and I’ll be right back with Ororo.”  He gave her a reassuring smile and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek.  “Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

Reluctantly, Logan moved to the edge of the bed and stood.  He paused, gazing down at her, his fingers carefully pressing to the underside of her chin as he gazed at her.  As much as he wanted Storm’s confirmation that he was, in fact, not hallucinating or losing his mind, Logan was reluctant to leave.  Afraid once he was out of the room Jean would disappear.  But, he had to know for sure. 

"I’ll be right back," he promised her, his smile soft as he drew back and headed to the door.  "Don’t go anywhere."  He kept his eyes on her until he was in the hall, and once he was, Logan ran a slightly shaky hand over his face.  "Jesus," he murmured before running his fingers through his hair.  After a moment to gather himself, he hurried down the hall to Ororo’s room.

His loud, somewhat frantic knocking on her door brought a disheveled and annoyed woman to the door.  Squinting up at him, Ororo leaned against the door frame and shook her head.  “Logan, what the hell are you doing knocking on my door at this hour?”  She rubbed her eyes and poked her head into the hallway.  “Is everything alright?”

"Yeah…no…probably.  C’mon," he gently wrapped his hand around her wrist and started pulling her into the hallway. "I need to show you somethin’ and I need you to tell me if I’ve lost my mind."

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"I think we all do." she said to Rogue as she laid her head back against the bed. "Scott always has to remind me that I'm no different than anyone else here." she laughed with a sad smile.

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"Thanks, ah know. Ah just…kinda forget that sometimes," she said with a short laugh, shrugging her shoulders.

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{Still have some drafts, but I have to work!! See you later babies. :)}

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"But unlike everyone else, I cannot bend so easily with other manipulations." Jean said to the girl coldly, matching the stare she had pegged on her. "He might have been able to manipulate me, but the Phoenix- he had no control over. He was just lucky that it worked somewhat in his favour." she said, thinking back.

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"You never know. I am a master of changing" she said dryly, not taking her eyes off of the woman. She could already tell that it struck a chord with the other mutant, and she couldn’t help but tilt her head, curious. "Was it not obvious? Did he ever try and give you a strict direct order? No. He manipulated you. Something he does very well" 

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Oh dammit you have no idea how much I want in your mind she cursed to herself, thinking that there had to be more to this story. She didn't know why she got that feeling, but she couldn't deny it. It was like an itch that she just coulnd't scratch.

"Damn." she said, just shaking her head in total disbelief. "Damn. Damn. Damn. So, were there any protests?" she inquired "About Sutler or related topics?" she was thinking abck to the aint mutant protests, and how much it made her want to fight back. 

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"Well, after the Allies lost World War II, that’s when America went downhill. England soon followed and Sutler rose to power around the early 80s, I think. Maybe mid 80s. I was a child at the time, I don’t remember much about it." she shrugged. 

"His downfall came 1998 when he was killed," she said. V did that one. She hadn’t been there. At her question, she looked down with a bit of a sad smile. She had fallen for him. He saved her. He then died in her arms telling her that he loved her. She became V and protected England for three years because of him. She looked up with a nod.

"Yes, V inspired me greatly." 

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Jean gave Logan a smirk. She could only imagine the things that were going through his head right now- in fact, she was thinking about taking a peek herself, but she thought it would be easy enough to read him.

Unlike everyone else, Jean could always read Logan. She knew his emotions no matter how much he tried to hide them.

"And why not?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow at him.

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She was…alive. Again? 

Granted, Logan wasn’t necessary mad or frightened to see her. It was…a repetition thing. Hope. Belief that there was change and everything was fine and, just maybe, she wouldn’t leave again.

Ah, he was over-thinking it.

"You shouldn’t be here." Or anywhere. But especially not here.