trans_9 | 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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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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