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"Her name is Jean Grey." Ororo took a deep breath to reel in her building anger. "The last time we saw her she was presumed dead at Alkali Lake. In Canada."

Category: X-Men: The Movie - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama - Characters: Cyclops, Jean Grey, Storm - Published: 2005-09-11 - Updated: 2005-09-11 - 1297 words

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"Her name is Jean Grey." Ororo took a deep breath to reel in her building anger. "The last time we saw her she was presumed dead at Alkali Lake. In Canada."
"Jean Grey," Dr. Essex mused. "It's nice to be able to finally place a name to the face. I had been calling her Madelyne, because 'Jane Doe' felt too detached to me."
"Dr. Essex, you can imagine how greatly relieved I am to see her alive after putting flowers on her grave for the past two years, but this is a bit overwhelming," Ororo said.
A queer smile crept across the doctor's lips. "Yes, I can imagine."
"I need answers, doctor," Ororo cut in testily.
"I'll do my best to give you sufficient answers," Essex replied.
"How is she pregnant?"
"Perhaps your parents or a sex education teacher would be able to explain where babies come from," Essex said. "But I don't feel that is my place."
"I know she had been intimate with Scott-"
"Then Scott must be the father," Essex decided nonchalantly.
"Like I said, we thought she was dead for two years," Ororo countered. "I do know the gestation period for humans. Perhaps I should suggest you talk with your parents or sex ed. teacher?"
Dr. Essex chuckled. "Ms. Grey has not been sexually active since she's been in my care," he said. "When I found her she was more dead than she was alive, so I immediately placed her into suspended animation. Only after several procedures, did I dare to bring her out of that state approximately seven months ago."
"And just how did a woman who died in Canada turn up in Egypt?" Ororo asked.
"Why, I brought her here," Essex replied.
"Why?"
"I am a geneticist, plain and simple," Essex said. "I needed a freshly dead subject to test the effectiveness of some experimental procedures."
"So she was dead?" Ororo felt a knot forming in her temple. That man was horribly infuriating.
"Not exactly." Essex smoothed his dark hair back with a hand. "With the heavy-handedness of today's medical technology, she most certainly would have died. I simply halted her death by placing her in suspended animation until I could figure out a way to successfully heal her broken body."
"And how does this have anything to do with you being a geneticist?" Ororo asked.
"I'm delighted that you asked," Essex replied. "In my studies I've become completely enamored with the X-gene. This may come as a shock to you, but your friend, Ms. Grey, is a mutant."
"Really?" Ororo turned her eyes from the doctor and chose to gaze out the window.
"Yes," Essex said. "I'm inclined to believe that Mr. Summers is also a mutant."
"What makes you say that?"
"His sunglasses," Essex answered. "I've never seen him without them. Even at night. It's rather peculiar. For that matter, you also have an interesting hair and eye color for someone of an African heritage. Might I inquire if you are a mutant?"
"Many women in my family have shared these physical features," Ororo answered. "They are completely irrelevant to the X-gene that I possess."
"Perhaps," Essex allowed. "How much do you know about mutantkind, Ms. Munroe?"
"Enough to survive." Ororo said tersely.
"Have you ever heard of an omega level mutant?" Essex asked.
"What do you mean?"
"There are far more groups to consider than simply human and mutant," Essex said. "There's your standard baseline human and there's humans that carry a dormant X-gene that could potentially mutate their offspring. But even among mutants there are varying degrees of mutation."
"So for example, a mutant with blue fur and a tail would be considered a higher level mutation?" Ororo ventured.
"Not necessarily," Essex replied. "The categories are based on power levels. You've got your standard mutant and there are also alpha level mutants and omega level mutants."
"What does that have to do with Jean?" Ororo asked.
"I believe Jean is an omega level mutant," Essex replied.
"How powerful are we talking, doctor?" Ororo asked.
"Alpha level mutants are extremely powerful," Essex said. "Anyone would be rightfully fearful of the abilities they possess."
"And omega level mutants?"
"Omegas are special," Essex murmured. "Where one can actually measure an alpha level mutant's powers, all the omega mutants I've studied seem almost limitless in their ability. They'd be able to affect mankind on a global level."
"I should make a few phone calls," Ororo said. "Her family should know she's alive."
Dr. Essex nodded and watched her leave.
Inside the hospital room, Jean still hadn't opened her eyes. A book sat in Scott's lap, forgotten.
He had tried reading to her, but had grown irritable with it. Jean wouldn't have liked it anyway; where they both enjoyed humor she preferred Douglas Adams to his Flannery O'Connor.
So Scott eventually chose to just talk. He began with trivial things, how he ruined a good sweater in the wash, but it had quickly progressed to everything else. He told her how Hank had returned and about the strange girl, Rachel, and how she had claimed to come from the future.
"The professor thinks she was delusional, insane," Scott murmured. "But, me? I don't know. Hank offered to run some tests on her blood samples to see if there was any DNA proof, but I told him not to. If it turned out that there was a match, my entire future would already be decided, but if I found out Rachel was really just crazy... I don't know."
Scott stroked her hand and when she showed no sign of discomfort, he tentatively placed his own hand over hers.
"You had no right to trap me in the Blackbird," he said. "I'm the leader of the X-Men. I should have been out there with you. I could have helped you."
Scott slumped back into his chair. He had initially refused coffee, but when he saw Essex' nurse, Melody, prepare it with bottled water, he relented. The dark haired woman slipped into the room and gave him the Styrofoam cup with a smirk and a nod.
His fingers kneading patterns into Jean's hand, he felt obligated to take a sip of the coffee while Melody was looking on.
"This is exactly how I like my coffee," Scott noted. "How did you know?"
Melody shrugged.
"Lucky guess?" she replied.
"I guess so," Scott said.
"When was the last time you slept?" she asked.
"Not since before the plane ride," he answered.
"That's not good." Melody tsked at him.
Scott ignored her.
"Get some sleep," Melody said. "As a medical practitioner, I demand it."
"It can wait," Scott said.
"And Jean can wait for you to get some rest," Melody replied. "She's already waited months-"
"Years," Scott corrected.
"A few hours won't make any difference," Melody said.
"I want to be there when she wakes up," Scott insisted.
Melody sighed. "Can I at least bring you some pillows and a blanket?"
"Fine," he said.
"Thank you." She smiled triumphantly.
Scott ignored the nurse as she left. Relieved that he was alone with Jean again, he knew Melody would be back. A strange woman, he couldn't help being suspicious of her.
As he turned back to Jean, he found himself staring into a pair of open eyes.
"Scott?" She was blindly looking at the ceiling.
"I'm right here."
"Scott!" Her voice rose as her fingernails dug into her bedding.
"What's wrong?" He reached for her forehead.
"Scott!" She began to shriek, her eyes darting around the room madly.
Objects began to randomly be flung about the room; a vase of flowers, his book and coffee cup, a radio.
"I need a doctor in here now!" Scott hollered as Jean began to glow white.
Darkness followed a blinding flash.
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