The Angel's Departure pt 2


"How can they do this!" Scott said yelling. "Jean was just fine here! Why does her father think that Jean wants to live with them?"

"Scott," the professor said calmly looking around at the other X-Men who were not happy about their current situation. "We need to stay calm about this. Oviously they don't know that Jean or any of us are mutants, we want to keep it that way. The officer said that this would be handled in court."

"So?" Kitty said not getting what the professor was saying.

"We can get Jean back. I have friends in law and I believe one or two of them can help us. There are legal ways to get Jean back."

"What if we don't get her back?" Logan asked.

"We will, Logan."

"Yeah, I don't know how I'm suppose to get through school without her," Kitty said complaining, "She's like the big sister I never had."

"Don't worry Kitty. We're getting her back," Scott said confidently. His glasses slightly reddened for an instant from his anger.
***
"What am I going to do with them if we don't get Jean?" Professor Xavier asked Ororo Munroe.

"The kids will be fine. We will get Jean back, she keeps the boys from doing crazy things. Or at least tries to," Ororo cared for the kids as much as the professor and he knew it. Jean Grey was an important part of their family and the X-Men. She wasn't important because of her powers, but because of her moral strength and her kindness.

"Scott is angry."

"Yes, I know. He cares for Jean the most out of the group. He needs her, she's part of his strength."

"I wish Jean's parents had never seen her with Kitty after school. Her father accuses me of stealing his daughter away, but I couldn't quite tell if he meant it or not. Her mother was silent the entire time, she didn't argue or complain. Jean was so scared when she left, I wish I knew what she was feeling all the time."

"You could try and check on her now. Use Cerebro, and check on her." Ororo left Professor Charles Xavier to think about using Cerebro to check and find out how Jean was, if she was scared, upset, angry, or anything else he might need to know.
***
Jean Grey was accompanied up the steps of the Fostor Care Center by Officer Mackie. It was a gray cement building, cold, and unwelcoming. It was quiet, and Jean wondered how they could take care of or place children in homes from the dim looking building. She stopped to look at the building that at least tempoaraily would be her home. It didn't make her feel better or safe. It only worried her of what the next few days, weeks, or months would be like.

"Don't worry Miss Grey I'm sure that they'll place you in a fostor care home with a wonderful family."

"I don't care, I just want to go home."

"To the institute?"

"Yes, that's my home. That's where my family lives and where I belong."

"Well, then I hope that's where you'll end up at." Officer Mackie told her as Jean Grey was pulled into the building by a fostor care lady. Jean watched as Officer Mackie left her at the gates that she was afraid she would leave only to go to a worse place.

"Hello Miss Grey, I'm Lily O'Malley and I'll show you to your temporary room. Right this way."

"Temporary room?" Jean asked puzzled by the kind lady's words.

"Yes, I've already found a place for you that has been approved by the state and all parties involved. You will be staying with Officer Mackie as of tommorrow. I have to go over some things with him, but then he'll be your legal guardian until the courts decide."

"Thank you," Jean said thinking about how she was going to a better place instead of a worse one.

"Here's your room, see you in the morning."
***

"You ready?" Officer Mackie asked Jean and she nodded. "Okay let's get out of here. How about we go get some lunch?"

"Okay."

"How about the diner?"

"That's fine," Jean told him as they drove to the diner. They went inside and sat at the counter. They looked at the menu, and before they could order Mr. Grey walked in. "Oh no. What's he doing here?"

"I don't know, but what do you want?"

"Umm a chicken salad."

"Okay. Bob, why don't you get me a chicken salad and a burger and two drinks to go."

"No problem Mackie," Bob told him.

"Mr. Grey you shouldn't be here!"

"I just wanted to see my daughter."

"Well she's under the protection of the state and is not suppose to be in contact with you, your wife, or Charles Xavier."

"She's my daughter."

"I really don't care. She's under my care, you'll have to wait till tommorrow to see her."

"Jean..."

Jean turned away from him and went to get their lunch and sodas from the counter. Mackie handed Bob some money and then they left through the side door.
***
Jean was once again in her "temporary room" at the Fostor Care Center. The state had decided that she needed to be in an isolated place. Jean just sat on her bed all day thinking, she was brought her food and then Lily came for her plate. She was in a prison for unwanted or fought over children. She was isolated from the rest of the world. Alone, her only company was her own thoughts. Jean hated not being able to see her friends or to go outside. She would have to get used to it since she was not going into court until the end of the month, their court date had been changed. Jean would not go to school or leave the house, she would do work in her room and Lily would hand it in. Jean was starting to feel sick, she was sick of being cooped up and not allowed to go to school or see her friends.

Lily brought Jean her dinner, but Jean wasn't hungry. She had a terrible headache and her stomach was spinning. She didn't feel like doing anything. So, Lily gave Jean a Tylenol and an antacid, and then Jean decided to try to sleep. She slept through the entire night and into the afternoon.

At two in the afternoon Lily woke up Jean and tried to get her to eat something, but Jean wouldn't eat. She wouldn't eat or drink, which wasn't good for her at all. Lily was worried about Jean, and called in a doctor that examined her and simply prescibed sleep, food, and water. Lily hoped that Jean would eat or at least drink something soon, she didn't want to emit her to the hospital.

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