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McCoy and His Stupid Paperclip [Open]

Julian was in one of the sensoriums, which is where he had been spending a lot of time the last few days. Learning to fly a Federation starship wasn't easy, which was a shock to Julian since at first it seemed like the ship was smart enough to fly itself. But learning how to pilot one ended up being a crash course in astrophysics, stellar cartography, astrogation, warp physics, subspace sailing, and piloting all rolled into one. You practically had to have a Ph. D. in gravitational physics just to park the ship into a stable orbit.

Things that took Starfleet cadets months, if not years to learn, he had to cram in only a few days. It was time consuming (which meant far less Kara time than he would have liked) and he felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.

Which is why, for now anyway, he was taking a break. He had again recreated the SoCal beach where he grew up by, where the surf hit the sand, and the jagged rocks that were only a few feet down the shoreline. But rather than play basketball like he did last time, he was working with his telekinesis. Now that the collar was off, he was free to use his powers as he saw fit.

--And speaking of that collar, he was still holding on to it, oddly enough. Though rather than wear it around his neck, it hung from the side of his hip by a piece of his plantsuit; like he was displaying it as some kind of badge of honor--

But right now, he felt a little bit of practice time would do him good. Judging by the occasional loud explosion that came from in the sensoriums, followed by the rather emphatic cursing of one pissed off teenager, he could use the practice.

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"She's... you know what? She's not important right now." Let's not get into that or she'll probably kill him. Time to redirect.

"Have you at least heard of the X-Men?"

She eyes him suspiciously before nodding her head. She really shouldn't worry what a Scott from another dimension is doing.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself down. It's sort of working.

Sorta.

"Of course I have! I'm one of them. Just because I don't burst into flames and ramble crazy things doesn't mean anything."

"Yes, and so am I. But I've never done time travel before and I never paid attention in that class. Beast would just drone on and on about temporal paradoxes and causality loops and divergent realities and things that made no sense what so ever and gave me a headache.

"Anyway, we can put the Phoenix thing to the side for the moment." They can talk about her setting herself on fire and going nuts because she has a giant cosmic parrot riding shotgun in her brain later. For now, he'd just try to distract her by being his more charming self.

"I'm Julian Keller, telekinetic extraordinaire and I was so your favorite student at Xavier's even if you never wanted to admit it."

"There is no 'Phoenix' thing," Jean insists. What part of she wasn't the same as the Jean he knows... knew, isn't he getting??!!

She sighs, and shakes her head again. "For some reason, I highly doubt that...." she mutters, wondering if this other her was more unstable than the guy was letting on.

"How old are you?" She asks suddenly, eyeing him again.

He's not going to argue with her about that, since that's more likely to cause her to burst into flames and kill him anyway.

"Seventeen." He wasn't going to ask how old she was, since, Phoenix or not, that was a bad idea when it came to women anyway. "I was at Xavier's for about two-three years."

"Oh really? Seventeen? Hmmm..."

She suddenly smiles, kinda glad Julian knows some sort of other her. "Well guess what? You get to go to school."

Oh yes, the lovely school word. Better have him some place where people could keep an eye on him, than have him trying to blow up people in the Sensorium.

~~Besides, she sort of thought of it as a small way to get him back for thinking she was a hot zombie.~~

"Eager to get to know your favorite student all over again, eh?" Zombie or not, she was still smokin hot.

"Hardly," Jean says her smile faltering. "You know, you're seriously pushing it kid."

"It keeps my life interesting." In other words: get used to him pushing things a lot.

"I suggest you find a new hobby to keep your life interesting," Jean comments, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Well, I could to take up crochet, but I'm betting that's not nearly as much fun as this." Whatever this even was, beyond a monumentally bad idea on his part.

His attempt at sarcasm is clearly not amusing Jean. She just stares at him and really has to remind herself that hurting children (yes he's still a child) is not a good idea.

Besides, she doesn't want to have to patch him up in the medbay later.

"Fine," Jean mutters. "You feel like being an annoying pain in the ass? Do it with someone else." Yep, she's over this already. She has way more important things to deal with, and Julian isn't on that list.

She shakes her head and turns toward the door.

"Wait wait wait...." It was a short jog over to her, and he was clinging to her. "Let's not be hasty..."

This kid was what?! Jean's eyes widened in surprise and then she's openly glaring at Julian. "Let me go before I make you let me go..." she warns, her voice eerily calm.

Yes, clinging, though he eased up a little. Still, he was hugging her, but at least his hands weren't being too friendly.

"Look, all smartassery aside," ~~Yes, 'smartassery' is a word. Shut up.~~ "I am glad to see you. A you, anyway. Even if you're not the you who put me through a wall once you're still you and... ok, see? This is why time travel stuff gives me a headache."

All joking aside, the sentiment was very real. She was probably his key to both getting back home and finally regaining full control of his powers, as well as pushing them to the next level. Not to mention he associated her with a time when hope seemed eternal and the sky was the limit for him.

And the fact that she was still wickedly hot for a zombie did not hurt at all.

"Look... Julian was it?" She begins as she begins to push him away. "I'm glad you're glad to see me, but if you keep up your attitude I am going to do the same as your Jean and put you through a wall." She's not kidding.

She could tell he was being truthful, but that didn't make her like him anymore... Besides, he was still thinking she was a hot zombie and that wasn't helping his case any.

"And stop thinking of me as a zombie, I'm NOT." Well, ok, she should have been dead, but is it her fault that Stacy decided to yank her out of her time when she did?? Nope.

"You'll get used to it," he stated casually. "I have a feeling we'll be spending a lot of time together anyway, teach."

He at least let her go, despite not really wanting to. He did poke her experimentally a few times in her side.

"You sure you're not a zombie? You've never died at all? Like, not even once?"

Instead of giving into the urge to knock Julian across the room,she merely rolls her eyes and shoves him telekinetically a few feet away from her. "Would you stop with all the touching and poking and stuff? Please? Thank you."

She eyes him and throws her hands up in complete exsaperation. "I'm pretty sure I'm not a Zombie. I think I'd remember dying and I think I'd know if I had the urge to start eating people...."

Well she hadn't died. She would have if the ship hadn't snatched her when it had... But here she was alive and about un-zombie as was possible.

"It's a sign of affection, I assure you," he stated elegantly, even while stepping backwards from being pushed.

"So, not married yet, you haven't even once died yet, you're not a zombie, never heard of the Phoenix..." he ticked those items off on his fingers. He was mentally trying to gauge where she might be from in his world, or the relative equivalent thereof. "You must be kinda young. Or your life on your world is just really, really dull. How old are you?"

"I'm sure it is," Jean replies dryly, not really believing a word that just came out of his mouth.

Reaching up she pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Does she even want to give this kid anymore fuel to feed off of?! Seriously? He wants to know her age, and really.... She's not sure she wants to give it to him.

"I'm twenty-eight...." she finally admits after a few moments of silent debate. "Why? How old was the other me?"

"She was... thirty-something when I last saw her... I actually found out the exact number once, but she mind-whammied me. Don't know why, though. You definitely retain your hotness through your thirties."

That was going to take some math. How long had Jean been dead this time anyway? At least a couple of years. Plus the guesstimated age difference.

Hn...

"I'm guessing you're an alternate reality Mrs. Grey, because you really should have died at least once by now."

Hn.

"I've never met an alternate someone before. This is kinda cool. What's your world like?"

Jean's eyebrows arch again and she stares at Julian like he's gone and lost his mind.... Well she's thinking he must have because is he actually meaning to say everything that's coming out of his mouth???

"You must really want me to smack you one...." Jean mutters and crosses her arms, almost looking as though she's pouting for a moment. "I'm not an alternate someone. I'm just me. Jean Grey."

She sighs, and leans against the doorframe to the sensorium. "I don't know... I guess... It's just..." she trails off, trying to figure out how to explain the world she lives in.

"People are afraid of mutants because we're different. We work more or less behind the scenes, not trying to expose ourselves to the public more than we have to. I've been working on trying to halt mutant registration..." She shrugs a shoulder and trails off.

There's so much to tell, but really! Does she even want to be talking to this kid?!

This kid obviously wanted to talk to her. And despite her threat (or maybe even because of it) he was enjoying himself.

"Ugh, registration acts..." He was actually thinking of one other than the Mutant Registration Act, which had been derailed by his time, only be replaced with something worse.

"So I at least take it your X-Men were still doing the whole 'Protect a world that hates and fears us' thing?"

She nods slowly. "Yes....Why are yours not?" Her eyebrows furrow just thinking about the idea that the X-Men might not be doing just that. It was who they were....She couldn't even begin to imagine it any other way.

"Nnnnno..." No, they were not. Not these days. But, then again, no one was really doing what they were supposed to do.

"It's kind of a long story." And even without her telepathy, she would be able to tell that it was neither a pleasant one or one that he would want to tell.

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