Dean tries a bit more... tests his Power on Jean and finds a willingly open Subject

In a good mood, but also quite thoughtful, I left the research lab next to Jean and walked through a jumble of corridors. This looked less like a school and more like a spaceship. The doors were all circle-shaped and carried the X logo. Some of these corridors I already knew. And then he came. The living legend! Dressed in dark jeans and a white fine-rib shirt he came towards us. A thick cigar was in his mouth and he grinned when he saws Jean.

"Hey Jean! Is that the new one?" he growled and even though I wasn't small per se he bent down to me and looked at me curiously.

"That's Logan. I guess you know him better than..."

"WOLVERINE!! IS THAT COOL!" I screamed and couldn't believe I was standing right in front of him. Ever since I first saw him on TV, I thought he was the coolest of the X-Men.

"Hey kiddo! Did you hear about me?" Logan grinned, and Jean crossed his arms in front of his chest and grinned wide. "Because I am the best at what I do!"

"AND WHAT YOU DO ISNT NICE!" I finished his sentence and he smiled at me.

"He's a huge fan of yours. He thinks you're much cooler than Scott!" she laughed and broadly and Logan took the cigar out of his mouth and grinned.

"He seems to be a good judge of character, Jean. Maybe you can still learn something from him. I'm on my way to the Baxter Building. Tell Scott not to bust my balls." He said and gave me a punch in the chest.

"You can tell him yourself, Logan. Come on, Dean. Or else his style will leave its mark on you!" laughed Jean and in a good mood I followed her.

"Aren't your husband and Logan friends?" I asked in the elevator that was going up.

"Friends... they're a very special breed of friends. They're an unbeatable team when it comes to combat, but, you know... otherwise they're a dime a dozen. But I like them just the way they are. Like this. Welcome to school!" smiled and when the door opened, and I could see the school. The one up here looked quite different from the one downstairs. There were young students everywhere and I could not see anything strange about any of them. They all seemed perfectly normal. Except the women here were all looking great. I wonder if mutants are generally good-looking. But then what was with that weird blue devil?

"Shall I show you around?" Jean asked, and I nodded eagerly. We didn't get very far, though.

"Jean! We have to talk!" I heard another female voice and when I turned around I almost dropped my lower jaw. There stood a woman with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. But it wasn't the beautiful face that captivated me, it was the bust. Jesus. What big titties! They were even bigger than Jean's.

"Kid! If you stare at my breasts much longer I will kick you so hard in your balls, you'll be a princess for the rest of your life! Clear enough?" the woman hissed at me and the sound was about the same temperature as ice cold!

"Sorry..." I stammered, and Jean slowly pushed me backwards.

"Emma. What is it now? And stop threatening the students!" said Jean, and her whole appearance had changed. If gazes could kill, the two women would die instantly. You didn't have to be telepathic to see that they didn't like each other.

"Don't act up just because you're..." was what Emma wanted to say when Jean caught her grinning.

"I wouldn't try my patience if I were you, Emma. Especially not today. So just tell me what you want so I can keep ignoring you," she said sternly, and for a few seconds the two looked at each other ready to fight.

I could clearly feel the hostility between the two women, but I couldn't really understand it. It was more than pure jealousy about who was the better-looking woman. However, this Emma twitched first and clenched her fist. She looked to the side and even if it was only for a few milliseconds, it was enough to realize that she was afraid to go head-to-head with Jean.

"I need these things if I'm going to do this class. I also find my room shit," she went on, gritting her teeth and holding a tablet to her as she walked away. Curious and a little scared, I looked at Jean who breathed in and out deeply to calm herself down. When she turned to me she smiled happily again and pointed to the door.

"Let's go! I need some fresh air." She said, trying to make the sound of her voice sound calm.

When we were both outside, I saw how big this school really was. It was a beautiful mansion with a big estate. Thrilled by all the luxury, I looked at the basketball court and grinned as he saw a whole team of seemingly identical children.

"This is Duplicate." Smiled Jean. "He can clone himself. Pretty cool, isn't it?" she asked with a grin and I couldn't help but nod, feeling strangely unsatisfied, something she must have been looking at. "What have you got, Dean? You suddenly seem... depressed?"

"I thought you could read minds, Miss Grey," I sighed.

"Of course, I can, but don't you remember? I promised you I wouldn't do this without asking you." She smiled.

"Right... that's what you said. I just didn't think they'd really stick to it! I mean, just having superpowers is kind of cool, but all I can do is stink weird, and that's not very impressive now, is it?"

"Not all our abilities are always impressive. „But there are no good powers or bad powers. Take Emma or me, for example. We're telepaths. It's not so impressive when we put our fingers to our temples, is it? And yet I guarantee you that the effect will be quite... powerful. she smiled and took me to a little garden lobby. This room was not very big and while we could see through the closed windows how the students all went back to school we just sat there.

"Why are you two... I mean Emma and you... I thought you were all a team here?"

"That's...not something I want to talk about, Dean. It's personal." She just smiled and glanced out the window to avoid my gaze, though I wasn't comfortable with that answer.

"Oh, come on! Tell me! I got to understand everything around here, don't I?"

"Mhmm. Maybe you're right. I just don't know how to explain it to you." she sighed thoughtfully.

"Preferably directly and uninhibitedly?" I smiled and slowly realized that her oh so great mental walls did not offer any protection against my gift.

"Well then, like this. She manipulated Scott's mind and made him fuck her brains out! She was an enemy then, but a wife never forgets that."

"Did she just say fuck?" that thought made me cough and turn my head red. I could literally feel the blood rushing to my head... and into other parts. "Oh... I understand... but you have forgiven him, huh?"

"I know how powerful a telepath can be, and Emma is the most powerful after me and the Professor. I also know that she herself was under the control of a manipulator at the time, but that doesn't make it any easier. Sometimes I would like to put her through the wringer," she sighed and leaned back against the wall. "And I don't even know why we're even talking about this. Dean. I'd appreciate it if we left it alone, would we?" she said sadly and something like a guilty conscience came over me.

"Of course, Miss Grey. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Please forgive me. I certainly didn't mean to make her sad!" As I said that, I looked down in shame and she nodded.

"No problem Dean. I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't want to burden you with my problems. I remember what I was like when I found out what I could do. Changed my life a lot. But it felt good to talk about it. Really!" she sighed, and our eyes met briefly. Heaven Jean Grey really had the most beautiful eyes in the world! It was very important to take my mind off things.

"We... we'd better talk a little more about my powers. What do I have to watch out for?" I stammered, and Jean smiled.

"Well... We don't know the extent of any powers yet, but I think that your way of influencing me is very insidious. Unnoticed. So, you should be very careful when you ask someone for something or suggest something to them." When she noticed my questioning look, she started thinking. "You have noticed that people around you are very helpful, haven't you?" When I nodded, she continued. "Unlike mind control, which Emma and I use, or said Purple Man, you are more subliminal. The people you're influencing probably don't even realize it wasn't their own idea. They just want to help you. I noticed that when you asked Scott to carry your bag. He just did. Because he wanted me to."

I nodded thoughtfully. Of course, it would be a lot easier to concentrate if you weren't sitting in a room at my age with an incarnate sex dream and being told that you could change thoughts!

"What does that mean exactly? That I just must ask someone for something and they do it? Or believes what I say he should believe?"

"No, Dean. It doesn't work that way with you, I guess. I think it's more like putting a flea in someone's ear. you make a request, someone hears it, and they try to act on it based on their beliefs. But that doesn't mean he'll follow your instructions word for word. Do you understand that?" she smiled. "That is a very responsible gift! You have to be careful not to accidentally say something to someone and manipulate them by mistake," she said somewhat harsher, but still completely gentle and friendly. She was simply the perfect teacher.

"So that means... my mutation is dangerous in a way! Please be honest! How bad is it?"

"Your method of manipulation is probably the most dangerous of all. A victim doesn't even realize that he is being manipulated. If I didn't have my guard up, I would have been under the influence of your pheromones by now! I'll be honest with you. I'm gonna recommend that the Professor and Hank provide a damper for you until we can figure out a way to control your power." She said calmly and objectively. The look she gave me clearly told me that this was not meant to be mean, but to protect everyone around me.

"But you trust me, don't you?"

"Dean. I've known you a few hours and you're a nice boy, but..."

"You can trust me completely! I give you my word nothing stupid will happen!"

"Dean... I do trust you, and I believe you when you say you won't do anything bad, but you got to master your strength first. That can take some time!" she tried again, but this time I didn't want to let go!

"But you must know that I already have my powers under control," I said cheekily, whereby I lied absolutely.

"Have you?" she asked astonished. "That is impossible. How does he want to keep such a power under control? I don't think he understands what he is talking about."

"Absolutely Miss Grey! I know exactly what I am doing! I beg you to believe me! Please believe me that I am not a danger and I don't need a damper!" I said and that was the final test of whether I was right.

For almost a minute she just looked at me and then went through the data from the tablet again.

"You're right, Dean. I believe you! You really seem to be a special boy! I have never seen a mutant master his abilities so quickly! I think we can do without the limiter. But now I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you alone. The Professor wants to talk to me."

"Can you convince him that I'm not a danger? Please?"

"Of course, Dean. Don't worry. We'll work it out!" she smiled and left.

I sat there paralyzed, and as she came to the door, I plucked up the courage and squinted.

"One more question! One more question, please. I mean you know so much about me! So, it would be only fair ... if I knew ... what color her bra is? I mean... that would be a cool secret!"

"What did he just ask me? What color is my bra? What's wrong with you? What's it to him? Jesus! I better not tell Scott about this! What would Logan think if I told him that someone other than Scott now knew what bra I was wearing? No! Then Logan would kill the little guy right there and then. It would be kind of cool..."

Finally, she turned to me and smiled cheekily. "Without answering that question, who says I wear a bra anyway?"

"Yeah... that's good! Now he'll think about it and I won't have to listen to Emma or tell some teenager what my underwear is." She thought she was in a good mood.

"So... What color is it now?" I asked unflinchingly, and she sighed.

"Red. I wear a red Push-Up Bra today. But keep quit! It is our Secret! Just you and me! Okay?"

"Look, Miss Grey! Now we are good friends who share a secret! Don't worry, Miss Grey. No one will hear a word from me! And you can enjoy our little secret!"

"I have to go now Dean!" she said and then left. "Mm. Now Dean knows more about me in one day than Logan does in a couple years. Feels like the perfect **** on Scott. At least I know Dean would never blurt it out. No. I can trust that kid."