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The furture for the House of M
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Post by Cable on Feb 13, 2006 0:01:46 GMT -5
“Oh, that's okay. I blame Sean. He's going to be making up for this for a very, very long time,” Betsy commented as Nathan’s mother entered. He smiled, matching Betsy’s smile. Nathan liked Sean well enough for the short time they together, but he also had to question the idea of leaving the two of them alone. He had actually been questioning that decision for most of the time he was in there with Sharon.
As his mother walked in, Nathan turned to her and smiled. He hadn’t known what to expect from coming here, only that he needed to address his parents before he could go on. If it hadn’t turned out so incredibly well, who knows what he might have done. He may have even walked right up to that Red Guard agent and turned himself in for murder. He watched as she went to Sharon and introduced herself. It’s odd how no one knew she was capable of this. Then again, he wouldn’t have been able to tell if the cat was acting odd anyway.
As Sharon changed again, Betsy praised her like a child. She could have been a child though. The only thing she knew about human interaction, she learned from watching people, like a child learns. “We were just about to go to the lab and do Nathan's DNA test, which he has agreed to. However, Sharon can't quite walk yet. Jean, would you help carry her with your tk into the other room? I don't really want to leave her alone yet,” Nathan turned toward Betsy, eyebrows raised before smiling again. He was more than ready to get this over with. It would put the issue to rest, once and for all. “I can do it, that is...if you trust me.”
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Post by Phoenix on Feb 13, 2006 22:18:21 GMT -5
“Oh, that's okay. I blame Sean. He's going to be making up for this for a very, very long time.” Jean had entered in time to catch Betsy’s reply, and from the look on Betsy’s face, if Sean knew what was good for him he’d get a running start. Jean’s eyes connected with her son’s and they shared a smile. There were too many emotions running through her right now to sort through them. But at the forefront was a grateful, excited peace she hadn’t known she could feel.
Sharon was in panther form at Betsy’s feet and glanced up almost quizzically when Jean formally introduced herself. She still felt bad that they hadn’t picked up on Sharon’s mutant signature, and instead of speaking to her like a cat, this had been Jean’s way of recognizing her as what she was—a mutant girl.
< Red Lady. > Jean had to smile at that. From what Betsy had shown her this morning, it was easier for Sharon to give them familiar nicknames. Red Lady it is. Jean had to wonder what nickname Sharon would give Scott.
“It's remarkable, isn't it? I found one of the special suits in the other room and she has it on now for when she morphs into a girl. I believe it will be a while before she can be convinced to wear traditional clothes,” Betsy chuckled, beaming like a proud mother, though Jean wasn’t sure if she realized it.
The redhead smiled, glad to see Betsy happily taking on her new role, "It is! Oh, that’s great," Jean replied, glad they had the appropriate suits, "We’ll have to order a few more various types so we have them in stock." And just in case. Who knows who might be a mutant right under their very noses. Jean had an image flash through her mind of trying to speak telepathically with the birds outside. Right. She shook her head.
"Aye." Right before their eyes Sharon morphed into a human girl with purple hair, definitely resembling Betsy in that aspect. It wouldn’t be too hard to mistake that she was her and Sean’s actual daughter, coupled with Sharon’s choice of verbal words. Betsy laughed, congratulating Sharon with a hug and accolades before glancing back at Jean, not exactly pleased, “Sean's been teaching her how to talk, as if you couldn't tell.”
"I bet he’s getting a kick out of it, too," Jean chuckled, verbally speaking what she’d been thinking, "Coupled with her hair color and now the Irish vernacular, it’s easy to tell who her ‘parents’ are." A hint of teasing remained in her voice, along with a ring of truth. Sharon was definitely part Braddock/Cassidy.
“We were just about to go to the lab and do Nathan's DNA test, which he has agreed to. However, Sharon can't quite walk yet. Jean, would you help carry her with your tk into the other room? I don't really want to leave her alone yet,” The newfound mother asked, causing Jean to smile, “Of course.”
Then out of the earshot of the two teenagers, Betsy’s voice sounded in her mind, <I believe him, Jean. He let me look into his mind and there were some things that no one, not even the man who took him, could know about. The DNA test is just formality but at this point, I'm willing to believe your son has come home.> There were no words, really. All of the staff had become as close as they wanted to become, but Jean remained particularly close to Betsy. They were part of the originals, who were there from the beginning and continued on together throughout the years. Jean needed Betsy to believe not only Nathan but to believe her as well.
< Thank you, Betsy. I—this means a lot. Your opinion means so much to me. > Jean didn’t know what she would have done if Betsy thought otherwise. Or worse yet, potentially found something that might prove Nathan wasn’t who he claimed to be. Neither Jean nor Scott was perfect. Telepathy can go haywire and reason and insight can be clouded. They could have been blinded by the wish of a second chance with the son they were sure they’d lost.
But Jean was glad she knew that wasn’t the case. Even before Betsy spoke with Nathan, she knew it was him, but felt better having Betsy confirm it. Relief flooded over her and Jean could feel the tears threaten her eyes but she quickly pushed them back. She’d cried enough already. Instead she moved forward, wrapping her best friend in a close hug before releasing her.
“I can do it, that is...if you trust me.” Nathan stood patiently to the side, indicating moving Sharon. The motherly side of Jean reared its head, curious of her son’s abilities and wanting to assure him they do trust him, but also wondering about this whole naked business. She was still technically his mother, after all.
"We do trust you, Nathan," Jean replied as sincerely as possible, willing to remedy that statement if Betsy didn’t agree, "And I am curious as to the extent of your abilities, but I’d like to carry Sharon to the lab if that’s alright." It had more to do with comfort and that motherly instinct washing over her than anything else. Rogue may still have a mental signature device on her. Using powers heavily just might set something off.
"Once everything settles down, I’d like to see the limits of your abilities, if you’d be willing to show me." It was somewhat difficult to figure out where that motherly line ended, seeing as she was Nathan's mother, but for the past ten—well, sixteen-super sped up years, she hadn’t been able to. Part of her wanted to just hug him and never let go, but he wasn't a child anymore. Jean sighed silently. It would come with time. Right now they had to take care of Sharon and the DNA test, among other things.
"Ready, Sharon?" Jean turned to the purple-haired teenager. < I’m going to pick you up with my tk and take you with us to the lab until you get used to walking on two legs. > With that Jean took a gentle hold of Sharon with her tk, letting the girl get used to it as she walked with the others.
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Post by Catseye on Feb 15, 2006 23:47:27 GMT -5
She looked around. Everyone was smiling, and smiling was good. “Sean's been teaching her how to talk, as if you couldn't tell.” She smiled, too. Sean. That was Orange Luv. Where was Orange Luv, anyway? "I bet he’s getting a kick out of it, too. Coupled with her hair color and now the Irish vernacular, it’s easy to tell who her ‘parents’ are." She cocked her head to the side. She knew a lot of those words, but vernacular was a big one that she'd never heard before. It just wasn't as common as the other words. Parents, though. Parents were like... she didn't even know how to describe that one. But she had a good idea about what it meant. Did that mean that the Luvs were her parents?
There was some discussion about carrying and "teakay" that she didn't really understand. She did, however, hear her name. Every time they said it, she smiled to let them know that she understood. Smiling was fun. It felt weird, though. And if she did it really fast, over and over again, she could see her cheeks twitching in the corner of her eyes. That was funny. She smiled up at Shiny as he started talking. He was funny too. His arm was funny.
"Ready, Sharon?" She tilted her head to the side, looking up at Red Lady. Ready for what? < I’m going to pick you up with my tk and take you with us to the lab until you get used to walking on two legs. > There was that teakay again. She had no idea what it meant, but she nodded anyway. Picking up was good. She started to stand up, without actually moving her muscles. Weird. Before she knew it, she was floating in the air. That must be what teakay meant. She looked at their legs as they walked, trying to do the same thing. There wasn't any weight being put on her legs thanks to Jean, but she was going through the motions pretty well.
Teakay was fun.
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Post by Psylocke on Feb 17, 2006 11:45:11 GMT -5
((OOC: Continued in the Secret Lab))
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