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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 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.

"What?!" Her eyes widen again, she can't help it. The thought of the X-Men not...It was just unreal to her.

She shakes her head, and for a moment just studies Julian. She can tell he's not wanting to talk about it anymore. So she bites her tongue....For the time being.

"Oh... Well, who's all part of the team?" Maybe that was a bit of a safer topic with him, though why she's caring for his feelings is beyond her at the moment, but she supposes it's just part of her nature.

Julian shrugged. "I don't even know anymore. Cyclops disbanded the X-Men, then changed his mind about it later, but considering everything that happened and how it all ended, I wasn't in any kind of hurry to go back."

She doesn't even know what to say! What Julian's just said doesn't sound anything like the Scott she knows! Her Scott would never do something like disbanding the X-Men and then turn around and change his mind. His Scott must have lost his mind!

"Where's the Professor?" Jean finally asks.

Again, he could only shrug.

"He's off walking around somewhere," he stated. "Yes. Walking." He wanted her to make sure that it wasn't just a turn of a phrase.

"He went to Genosha shortly after you-- other you-- died." Again. "And he's been around every now and again, but Cyclops is the guy running the show."

WALKING?!?! The Professor was walking in Julian's world?!

She blinked and shook her head, finding all he was saying and all that he'd said very very hard to take in. "Genosha? Where's that?" She couldn't remember ever hearing the Professor speaking of a Genosha.

"And Scott? He's wi-" she cut herself off, deciding she doesn't want to know who the other Scott was with. It wasn't important. "He's running what's left of the X-Men? Is he... You said he disbanded it... Is he OK?"

He paused while he considered that question. He knew Emma wasn't ok, particularly wit the way she shoved all of her students away, including himself. But Cyclops? He didn't really know the guy, but who's to say?

"I don't think any of us are 'OK'..." He shook his head. "Things just kept getting worse and worse, then everything just degenerated to the point where anything beyond 'still alive' happened to be a bonus." And unlike Wall Street, there weren't a whole lot of bonuses handed out.

Wow, is just about all that is going through Jean's mind right now. And then of course she's thinking how glad she isn't the same Jean from his world. Not that she hadn't thought that before... But now she was thinking that a lot more.

"So is that the reason you're... difficult?" She can't help but ask that one. She's of course also wanting to kick herself because now... Now she's starting to feel sorry for the kid.

That got a sideways look. There were many words he'd use to describe himself, but 'difficult' wasn't up there.

"I'm not difficult. I just prefer to do things my own way."

And there went sympathy flying straight out the window.

"Alright. Is that the reason you act like a jackass?"

That's fine. He did not want pity anyway.

"It got your attention, right?"

He normally wouldn't admit that, but she can read his mind anyway. At that range, he probably had no secrets.

"It's the wrong way to try and keep it," Jean informs him with a blank expression.

No, she's not really impressed by his jackass skills.

There was a smart remark about not being able to get a hold of flowers and candy, but it didn't make it past his tongue. Not that it mattered with a telepath.

"So what the right way?" Particularly for those who didn't have claws, or excessive body hair, or even a chance in hell with her.

"For you?" She acts like she's thinking for a minute and then shakes her head. "Nope, there's no right way for you. I have a feeling all your ways would be classified as either annoying or highly annoying."

He only chuckled. "They call me Hellion for a reason."

Despite his constant needling, she hadn't dropped him on his head and stormed out, which he took as a positive sign.

"I can't wait until our classes start. It's going to be fun."

She eyes him suspiciously. "What sort of classes are you thinking you'll be getting from me?"

Thankfully, the smart-ass answer of 'sex-ed' didn't come out of his mouth ~~though that did cross his mind~~.

"Well, you are the most powerful telekinetic in existence. Or at least on my world, the you there was. And I could use a little help getting my telekinesis back under control."

She doesn't even think about it, she just takes a step closer to him and smacks him upside the back of his head. "Not even in your wildest fantasy little boy."

Getting back on track, she stepped back. "Well, I don't know. You'd have to behave yourself... IF I decide to help you."

"What was that for?! I didn't even say--" ...wait. "Oh, yeah, telepath." He'd have to remember that little detail.

"So you'd turn down a former X-Man's request for help?" Granted, he didn't actually ask, though that was partly because he assumed he wouldn't have to.

"I didn't say I was turning you down. But are you going to behave yourself?" She asks, her eyes narrowing a bit.

Under different circumstances, he'd probably continue to push things. And part of him was tempted to, but he was smart enough to know where the line was and when not to cross it.

"I'll behave."

"Then I agree to help you out," Jean said with a nod, though of course she wasn't completely convinced that he'd stick to the agreement.

Really though...See how easy that was?

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