Jean Grey and Piglopse

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Jean Grey looked up at the sky, feeling a tangle of emotions. It had been a while since Professor Xavier had convinced her family to let her attend Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Jean had been thrilled at first, excited to be among others like her and to use her powers freely. However, as time went on, she began to see the darker side of society. The special treatment she received from Professor Xavier had made others jealous, and her beauty and popularity only added to the resentment. Worst of all, she could hear the ugly thoughts of those around her, a consequence of her telepathic abilities. It didn't matter how hard she tried to block them out; the voices always found a way through.

Jean walked through the mansion's grounds, the whispers of her peers echoing in her mind. Even those who tried to befriend her often had ulterior motives. Scott Summers, for example, was always kind to her, but his thoughts revealed a different story. Like many others, he harbored lustful thoughts, and Jean couldn't help but feel betrayed by the one person she had started to trust.

Sitting under a large oak tree, Jean tried to find some peace. Her mind, however, wouldn't quiet down. She closed her eyes and focused on the sounds around her—the rustling leaves, the chirping birds. It was a temporary distraction, but it didn't last long.

"Hey, Jean. Mind if I join you?" came a voice, breaking through her thoughts. Jean opened her eyes to see Kitty Pryde standing there, a hopeful smile on her face.

Jean sighed, "Sure, Kitty. What's up?"

Kitty sat down beside her, a bit hesitantly. "You seem a little off today. Want to talk about it?"

Jean shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's nothing. Just... tired, I guess."

Kitty nodded, her eyes full of understanding. "I get it. This place can be overwhelming sometimes. But hey, we're here for each other, right?"

Jean appreciated Kitty's efforts to cheer her up, but it wasn't enough to lift the weight she felt pressing down on her. "Yeah, thanks, Kitty."

As they sat in silence, Kitty tried to lighten the mood. "You know, I was thinking about throwing a little party for the new students. What do you think?"

Jean managed a small smile. "A party sounds nice. It might help everyone loosen up a bit."

Kitty grinned, clearly pleased. "Great! I'll start planning it. Maybe we can convince Scott to help with the decorations."

Jean's smile faltered at the mention of Scott, but she quickly recovered. "Yeah, maybe."

Kitty noticed the change in her expression but didn't press the issue. Instead, she started talking about her plans for the party, her excitement infectious. Jean listened, grateful for the distraction.

After talking with Kitty, Jean made her way through the mansion's halls to Professor Xavier's office. She had been thinking about the strange phenomenon they had detected months ago. The sudden spike in psychic energy had felt like a consciousness pressing down on Earth, only to disappear just as quickly. It was a mystery that had stayed with her, a shooting star that left more questions than answers. Professor described it as; Like a shooting star, bright, strong, beautiful and frightening, but elusive and transient.

Jean knocked on Xavier's door, entering when she heard his voice.

"Ah, Jean, just in time," Xavier said, looking up from his desk. "I was about to review our notes on that psychic anomaly."

Jean settled into a chair, her mind racing. "I still can't shake the feeling of that presence, Professor. It was so… intense."

Xavier nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, it was unlike anything we've encountered before. The intensity, the suddenness... It's almost as if it were a beacon."

Jean leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Do you think it was trying to communicate with us?"

"Possibly," Xavier replied. "Or it could have been a byproduct of a powerful being arriving in our dimension. The fact that it was centered around Massachusetts is intriguing."

Jean's eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Do you think it's still out there, hiding?"

Xavier steepled his fingers, his gaze distant. "It's hard to say. If it is, it's doing an excellent job of masking its presence. But we need to be prepared for the possibility."

Jean couldn't help but smile. "Prepared for a possible interdimensional visitor. Just another day at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

Xavier chuckled softly. "Indeed. And with the new students arriving, it's more important than ever to ensure our defenses are robust."

Jean's smile faded slightly as she thought about the new arrivals. "How do you think they're adjusting? I remember how overwhelming it was when I first came here."

Xavier's expression softened. "They're adapting well, though it's always a challenge at first. But I have faith in them—and in you. You've become quite the mentor, Jean."

Jean felt a surge of pride. "Thank you, Professor. I just hope I can live up to your expectations."

"You already have," Xavier said warmly. "Now, let's review these readings one more time. There might be a clue we overlooked."

Looking at the data, Jean knew it was for naught. The presence had felt like an immense, otherworldly being momentarily gazing upon them before vanishing, leaving them to ponder its purpose. Like ants scurrying in the wake of a giant's footsteps, they were left to sift through the ruins for clues that might not even exist. It was frustratingly elusive, but she couldn't help but feel that there was something they had missed.

"It's like trying to find a footprint in a desert after the wind has blown it away," Jean mused, tapping her fingers on the table.

Xavier smiled faintly at her analogy. "An apt description. The phenomenon was brief, but the intensity suggests it was more than a mere anomaly."

Jean frowned, leaning closer to the holographic screen displaying the energy readings. "Do you really think it could have been a beacon? Maybe a signal from something—or someone—far more powerful than we can imagine?"

"Possibly," Xavier nodded, his tone thoughtful. "But the question remains: why did it appear and disappear so abruptly? And why here, in Massachusetts?"

"Maybe it was testing the waters," Jean suggested. "Seeing if we could detect it, how we'd react."

"Perhaps," Xavier said, nodding. "Or it could have been a probe, gathering information before retreating to analyze it."

Jean sighed, running a hand through her hair. "So we're back to square one. We have no idea what it was or what it wanted."

Xavier's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "That's the fun part of our work, Jean. The unknown challenges us, pushes us to think outside the box."

Jean rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Fun, sure. If you enjoy banging your head against a wall."

"Better than no walls to bang against," Xavier quipped, earning a laugh from Jean.

"Touché, Professor," she said, shaking her head. "But seriously, what do we do now? Just wait for it to happen again?"

"Partly," Xavier admitted. "We continue our research, remain vigilant, and ensure the new students are well-integrated and prepared. If it was a beacon or probe, it might return or send another."

"Great," Jean muttered, leaning back in her chair. "Just what I needed—more sleepless nights worrying about mysterious cosmic events."

"Think of it as a puzzle," Xavier suggested. "One that will be immensely satisfying to solve."

"You're an optimist," Jean said, but her tone was lighter, less burdened.

Xavier chuckled. "It's either that or despair, and I prefer the former."

Jean glanced at the clock. "Speaking of puzzles, I should probably check on the new students. Make sure they're settling in."

"Good idea," Xavier agreed. "And if you come across any budding telepaths, let me know. They might be able to help us understand this phenomenon better."

"Will do," Jean promised, standing up and stretching. "Let's hope our mysterious visitor takes its time coming back. I'd like a break from cosmic mysteries for a while."

Xavier smiled warmly. "As would I, Jean. As would I."

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Mystique left Charles Xavier's office, her form shifting seamlessly into Scott Summers from Charles Xavier. She felt the slight tug of the small iron device at the back of her neck, a clever contraption designed to shield her mind from psychic intrusions, effectively keeping Xavier from sensing her presence. As Mystique too, had felt the overwhelming psychic spike months ago, a sensation so intense it felt like a deity's gaze. Magneto had sent her to infiltrate Xavier's school to uncover more about the phenomenon. She had hoped to find clues in Xavier's reports, but Jean's arrival provided unexpected insights.

As Mystique-disguised-as-Scott strode down the hallway, she couldn't help but smirk. Jean's mind had been an open book, revealing her confusion and lingering fear about the psychic event. Mystique needed to maintain her cover, but there was a perverse joy in the subterfuge.

"Hey, Scott!" Bobby called, jogging to catch up. "You look like you've got something on your mind."

"Just thinking about our next training session," Mystique replied, trying to mimic Scott's usual tone.

Bobby laughed. "Always the hard-ass. You need to chill, man."

Mystique forced a chuckle, then spotted Kitty Pryde and Cain Marko down the hall. Kitty was animatedly talking about the upcoming party for new students, while Hank listened with a bemused expression.

"Hey, Scott!" Kitty called out. "Are you coming to the party? We could use your help with decorations."

"Sure, Kitty. I'll be there," Mystique answered, hiding her distaste for such trivial matters. She had more pressing concerns, like the elusive psychic spike and its implications for their world.

As they passed by, Cain gave a nod, his eyes lingering a moment longer. Mystique felt a flash of concern but quickly squashed it. She was playing her role perfectly, and there was no reason for anyone to suspect otherwise.

Entering the training room, Mystique found herself alone. She needed to report to Magneto, but first, she had to ensure her cover was intact. She activated the communications device hidden in her wristwatch.

"Magneto, it's Mystique. No solid leads on the psychic anomaly yet, but I've gleaned some insights from Jean. She's still rattled by the event."

Magneto's voice crackled through. "Keep digging, Mystique. That spike was no ordinary occurrence. It felt... divine, and I need to know its source."

Mystique nodded, even though Magneto couldn't see her. "Understood. I'll remain in place and continue gathering information."

"Good. Report back when you have something concrete."

The connection cut off, leaving Mystique with her thoughts. This assignment was proving more challenging than expected. Xavier's school was a fortress of secrets, but she was determined to unravel them. She resumed her guise as Scott and headed back into the hallway, ready to play her part in the intricate dance of espionage and deception.

Passing by the students, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging. They were mutants, like her, struggling to find their place in a world that feared and hated them. But unlike them, she had a mission, and she wouldn't let sentimentality get in the way.

A voice stopped her in her tracks. "Scott?"

Turning, she saw Jean approaching. Mystique cursed inwardly. Impersonating Xavier in front of Jean was manageable since he could shield his mind from her, but Scott couldn't. Letting Jean read her mind would blow her cover. She needed a plan, fast. An idea struck her.

"Jean, I was looking for you." Mystique exclaimed, letting her gaze fall intentionally on Jean's chest and hips.

Jean's face twisted in disgust. "What are you doing, Scott?" she snapped.

Mystique leaned in closer, a smirk playing on her lips. "Just appreciating the view, Jean. You've been working out, I see." It was Scott's identity that would be ruined, why should she care?

Jean's face turned crimson with anger. "What's wrong with you? You don't talk to me like that!" she retorted, stepping back.

Mystique kept her smirk, noting the impact of her words. "Relax, Jean. Can't a guy notice? You're always so tense."

Jean glared, her fists clenching. "You're acting like a creep, Scott. What's gotten into you?"

Mystique shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I'm just tired of pretending. Sometimes it's fun to push buttons, see how people react."

Jean's eyes narrowed. "This isn't like you. Maybe you should talk to Professor Xavier."

Mystique waved her off. "Nah, no need to involve the old man. Just blowing off some steam."

Mystique closed the distance between them, her eyes lingering on Jean's form. "You know, Jean, I've always wondered... are you this uptight with everyone, or just me?" she said, her tone dripping with false sincerity.

Jean's fists clenched at her sides. "Stop it, Scott. If you're trying to upset me, it's working. But this isn't funny."

"Who said anything about being funny?" Mystique countered, her gaze piercing. "Maybe I'm just tired of playing the good guy all the time. Maybe I want something more... real."

Jean's eyes flashed with anger. "Real? This isn't real, Scott. This is you being an asshole. And I won't stand for it."

Mystique's smile widened. "Oh, Jean, you really know how to ruin the mood. But fine, have it your way. Just know that not everyone will put up with your little miss perfect act forever."

Jean's face twisted in disgust. "I'm done with this conversation. If you have any respect left for me, you'll leave me alone."

Mystique shrugged, her expression indifferent. "Suit yourself, Jean. But remember, you can't hide behind that perfect exterior forever."

Jean turned on her heel, storming away from Mystique. As she walked away, Mystique couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.

She knew this wasn't a long-term solution but she didn't care. Jean had already spoken with Xavier, and if she approached the Professor again, it would only take seconds for them to realize someone was impersonating him. But now that Jean was upset, she would likely retreat to her room, buying Mystique more time.

She made her way to Hank's laboratory. Earlier, she had overheard about the party for newcomers, and despite his apparent reluctance, Hank would be participating too. Since she hadn't found anything useful in Xavier's office, she hoped Hank's lab might hold some valuable information.

Entering the lab, she found Hank engrossed in his work, fiddling with a complex-looking device. Without looking up, he greeted her.

"Hey, Scott. Need something?"

Mystique, keeping her composure, approached casually. "Just checking in. Heard about the party. Thought I'd see if you needed any help setting up."

Hank glanced up, a surprised smile spreading across his face. "Scott Summers, volunteering for party prep? Now I've seen everything."

She shrugged, leaning against the counter. "Well, someone has to make sure you don't blow anything up before the new kids arrive."

Hank chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry. No explosions planned today. But your help is welcome. Could use an extra pair of hands with these decorations."

Mystique surveyed the lab, spotting a box of decorations in the corner. "You really going all out, huh?"

Hank sighed, wiping his hands on a rag. "Figured it might help them feel more at home. It's always tough being the new kid."

She nodded, picking up a string of lights. "Yeah, I remember my first day here. Felt like stepping into another world."

Hank's expression softened. "You've come a long way since then. We all have."

Mystique felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside. "Yeah, well, still gotta make sure the new generation feels welcome."

Hank smiled, returning to his work. "It's appreciated, Scott. Really."

As they worked, Mystique kept her eyes peeled for anything that might hint at the mysterious psychic spike. "So, any new developments on that strange phenomenon we detected a while back?"

Hank paused, considering. "Not much, unfortunately. It's been elusive, to say the least. I've been running simulations, but nothing concrete."

She feigned curiosity. "Think it could be something dangerous?"

Hank frowned. "Hard to say. But with the way it just disappeared, it doesn't seem like a random occurrence. We need to stay vigilant."

Mystique nodded, pretending to be thoughtful. "Agreed. Last thing we need is another surprise attack."

"Exactly," Hank said, his tone serious. 

They continued decorating in silence for a while, the atmosphere growing more relaxed. Hank glanced over at Mystique, a teasing glint in his eye. "So, any plans to finally ask Jean out? You know she won't wait forever."

Mystique, caught off guard, forced a laugh. "Oh, come on, Hank. Not you too."

He grinned, not letting up. "I'm just saying. You've got the charm, the looks, and the leadership. What's stopping you?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're worse than Bobby."

Hank chuckled. "Just looking out for you, Scott. Life's too short to keep things bottled up."

Mystique sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe one day."

They finished setting up the decorations, Hank stepping back to admire their work. "Not bad, if I do say so myself."

Mystique smiled, pleased with the distraction. "Looks good. The new kids will love it."

Hank nodded, then turned to her with a more serious expression. "Thanks for the help, Scott. And for checking in. It means a lot."

She gave him a genuine smile. "Anytime, Hank. Anytime."

As she left the lab, Mystique felt a strange mix of satisfaction and frustration. She hadn't found anything concrete about the psychic spike, but at least her cover remained intact. For now, she'd have to keep playing the long game, waiting for the right moment to strike.

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