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om_mainJeanne-Marie's twin-sense goes off in the middle of the night, and Alison tries to comfort her.
It took a good five seconds for Jeanne-Marie to realize that it was her own scream that had awakened her. Her sheets were damp--with sweat, not blood, with sweat, why did she think it would be blood?--her skin hot, her mind racing with half-formed shapes and images, and a sharp stabbing pain somewhere behind her ribcage.
One of Alison's pale blue globes cast its pretty-pale night-light over the room, and she made out the familiar shapes in an instant. But she couldn't move, as if nailed to the bed by fear. "Jean-Paul," she said, or gasped, more like.
Alison felt that scream flow right through her body, and it was enough to wake Alison right up. She was out of bed immediately, feeling like she was wide awake because of the sheer terror that noise had caused her. Maybe sounds couldn't hurt her physically, but they could certainly freak her out. Alison ran right over to Jeanne-Marie's bed to sit with her, and placed her hands on her friend's shoulders.
"Jeanne-Marie?!" she asked in a bit of a panic. "It's okay! You're just dreaming--everything's okay."
Jeanne-Marie covered Alison's hands with her own. Her eyes were wide, panicked, and he heartbeat still loud in her ears. "It's not. Something is wrong. I know it." She started trying to sit up.
"What do you mean?" Alison frowned. "How can you tell?"
As she pushed herself to sitting with one hand, the other came to cover her chest--no, she couldn't remember where the pain had been now, but it had been too real. "I--I just know. I felt him, Jean-Paul. It wasn't a dream. It was too real. And--and we can feel each other, sometimes."
"You can?" Alison questioned, eyes wide with surprise. Okay, that was kind of scary, and maybe a little creepy? She certainly didn't feel anything like that with her sister, so maybe it was a mutant thing? Or a mutant twin thing, perhaps. Whatever the case, Alison still wanted to do anything to make her friend feel better. "What do you think happened?"
"Mmm-hmm," Jeanne-Marie wanted to speak rationally, reasonably, but she couldn't quite--and in English, it was too much! She took a moment to breathe deeply, but that indeterminate spike of pain hit her even then.
Where was it meant to hurt, exactly? What did it mean?
"I can feel--sometimes I can tell where he is, or if he is upset. I don't--I don't know how it works, it is something like the bond between our powers?" If Jeanne-Marie sounded uncertain, well, she was, absolutely. But that was the suggestion Xavier had made, wasn't it? With new determination. "He was not upset, though. He was hurt."
She made to get off the bed.
Alison frowned again, and got off the bed after Jeanne-Marie. She wasn't sure what to believe here, but she also had no idea how Jean-Paul would be hurt! What would he be doing in the middle of the night? The way Jeanne-Marie had screamed made it sound like the guy was getting tortured, or maybe worse. What the hell could have happened to cause that?
"Maybe we could check his room? He is at the school, isn't he?" Alison asked, unsure if Jeanne-Marie's powers would be able to tell that as well. "I'm sure he'll be okay, sweetie."
If he wasn't, then Alison was sure Josh would heal him, or that Moira would tend to him! Either or.
"I don't know where he is." Jeanne-Marie sounded confused, but her movements were purposeful and sure. She stood, yanked her hair out of her eyes and tied it back with a band from around her wrist, and started for the door without another thought. "But we had better check--if you will come, too. I can't feel it anymore, but something is wrong."
Sometimes it was like that--she just lost him for a while. But usually if she was looking, it led her to him. She hoped, needed to feel that connection.
"Alright, come on," Alison spoke before putting her socks on. She then went over to open the door for her roommate. "Is there anywhere you think he'd rush off to in the middle of the night?"
"I cannot think of anything--unless Raymonde called and needed him, but he would have told me." Jeanne-Marie slipped through the door and into the hall. It was a long shot, of course, because why would Alison know, but it was better than the deafening silence in Jeanne-Marie's head and the lingering phantom pain and the sticky feeling of the fear still curling in her belly. "Can you think of anything?"
Alison kept her hand on her friend's back as they walked down the hallway, making her skin slightly glow so they had a dull light to guide the way. She was really freaked out right now, and she honestly couldn't think of any reason why Jean-Paul wouldn't have come to Jeanne-Marie first if he had to go somewhere. It wasn't like he hadn't done that before, after all.
"Maybe something happened and he had to go out really quick, and even he didn't even have time to come see you first. Or maybe he just went out for something totally unimportant," Alison suggested, knowing very well that neither thing was true. "There has to be a reason why he's gone--maybe he's with Simon?"
"I hope he is," Jeanne-Marie admitted, but that was the only part of what Alison proposed she could be certain of. Although, the state Simon was in these days, perhaps that was not the best thing she could hope for, still...
She shook her head a little, refocusing in the glow from Alison's light. It seemed like a long, empty way to the boys' wing and then Jean-Paul's door, but finally they arrived. Jeanne-Marie tried to reach out, to feel for her brother in that way she didn't really understand. But she knew even before she knocked that there would be no answer.
Alison frowned when there was no answer to that ever so hollow knock. She couldn't help but get a really bad feeling from it, but she chose to hide that from Jeanne-Marie the best she could. "Maybe just open it and poke inside?" she suggested. Alison knew they weren't in there, though. She couldn't feel any sounds of breathing, moving or anything else like that. Jean-Paul and Simon were not in there.
At first, Jeanne-Marie expected the door to be locked, but it wasn't. She poked her head inside, as Alison suggested, and then the rest of her followed. "Their beds are slept in, but they are gone..." she practically whispered. When she next looked at Ali, the blood had all but drained from Jeanne-Marie's face, and darkness began to push at the edges of her consciousness. "This isn't right. I know it isn't. I need to see a headmaster."
"Then we will. Let's go," Alison assured, and gently led her friend away from the bedroom so they could go find some answers. Though they hadn't been able to find either headmaster, they had been able to locate Moira, and she'd given some answers about where Jean-Paul and even Simon were. After a bit of talking with Moira, Alison and Jeanne-Marie headed back to their bedroom with answers not at all perfect. Alison knew Jeanne-Marie would feel even worse now, and to be quite honest, Alison did as well. She was worried about what was happening, and hoping that everyone would come home safe. They had to, they just had to.
"I'm sure they'll be back soon," Alison spoke softly, closing the door and turning the light on as they entered the room. "If something happened, Josh will heal him--he's going to be okay. I just know it."
Except she didn't know it, but she was trying to make her friend feel better.
Jeanne-Marie nodded, but her lips were pressed hard together in a bloodless line, and she chewed at the inside of her cheek hard--in worry rather than guilt. She was relieved that some answers had been found about River and Laura, and she knew Alison was right--if Josh was there, of course Jean-Paul would be fine. But... "I just can't get rid of the feeling. It was so real. And he could have told me..."
But it seemed so silly to complain about that, now, she stopped and simply slumped onto her bed.
Alison sat down with her, and frowned. "Jeanne-Marie...maybe he didn't have time? Maybe they had to be out of there ASAP or else the chance at getting River and Laura back might have disappeared?"
She nodded, but she didn't believe. Jean-Paul was faster than any of them. He could've been at her door and back before the others even reached... whatever they'd gone in.
But Alison was trying so hard and being so kind, Jeanne-Marie wanted to believe her. Anyhow, "I am sure it was something like that. And I am sure if something went wrong, we would've heard by now."
"Yeah, we would have. You're his family," Alison nodded, happy that Jeanne-Marie wasn't shutting herself off right now. Alison then took hold of her hand, and lightly squeezed it. "I'll stay up with you until they get back, okay? You don't have to be alone right now."
She paused. "And if you want my lights to help you feel better until he does come back, just ask."
Jeanne-Marie squeezed her back and let her head rest against Alison's shoulder. Her head was a mess, darkness creeping in everywhere now, and all she could do was sigh and say, "Thank you. So much."
Alison kept her arm around her friend, not even able to smile. She didn't want to use emotion altering lights on Jeanne-Marie without permission, so she just surrounded her in that golden glow to make sure her friend felt nice and warm. She knew how much Jeanne-Marie liked the light, after all. Maybe it would help her some? "They'll be back soon, honey. Anytime now."
It took a good five seconds for Jeanne-Marie to realize that it was her own scream that had awakened her. Her sheets were damp--with sweat, not blood, with sweat, why did she think it would be blood?--her skin hot, her mind racing with half-formed shapes and images, and a sharp stabbing pain somewhere behind her ribcage.
One of Alison's pale blue globes cast its pretty-pale night-light over the room, and she made out the familiar shapes in an instant. But she couldn't move, as if nailed to the bed by fear. "Jean-Paul," she said, or gasped, more like.
Alison felt that scream flow right through her body, and it was enough to wake Alison right up. She was out of bed immediately, feeling like she was wide awake because of the sheer terror that noise had caused her. Maybe sounds couldn't hurt her physically, but they could certainly freak her out. Alison ran right over to Jeanne-Marie's bed to sit with her, and placed her hands on her friend's shoulders.
"Jeanne-Marie?!" she asked in a bit of a panic. "It's okay! You're just dreaming--everything's okay."
Jeanne-Marie covered Alison's hands with her own. Her eyes were wide, panicked, and he heartbeat still loud in her ears. "It's not. Something is wrong. I know it." She started trying to sit up.
"What do you mean?" Alison frowned. "How can you tell?"
As she pushed herself to sitting with one hand, the other came to cover her chest--no, she couldn't remember where the pain had been now, but it had been too real. "I--I just know. I felt him, Jean-Paul. It wasn't a dream. It was too real. And--and we can feel each other, sometimes."
"You can?" Alison questioned, eyes wide with surprise. Okay, that was kind of scary, and maybe a little creepy? She certainly didn't feel anything like that with her sister, so maybe it was a mutant thing? Or a mutant twin thing, perhaps. Whatever the case, Alison still wanted to do anything to make her friend feel better. "What do you think happened?"
"Mmm-hmm," Jeanne-Marie wanted to speak rationally, reasonably, but she couldn't quite--and in English, it was too much! She took a moment to breathe deeply, but that indeterminate spike of pain hit her even then.
Where was it meant to hurt, exactly? What did it mean?
"I can feel--sometimes I can tell where he is, or if he is upset. I don't--I don't know how it works, it is something like the bond between our powers?" If Jeanne-Marie sounded uncertain, well, she was, absolutely. But that was the suggestion Xavier had made, wasn't it? With new determination. "He was not upset, though. He was hurt."
She made to get off the bed.
Alison frowned again, and got off the bed after Jeanne-Marie. She wasn't sure what to believe here, but she also had no idea how Jean-Paul would be hurt! What would he be doing in the middle of the night? The way Jeanne-Marie had screamed made it sound like the guy was getting tortured, or maybe worse. What the hell could have happened to cause that?
"Maybe we could check his room? He is at the school, isn't he?" Alison asked, unsure if Jeanne-Marie's powers would be able to tell that as well. "I'm sure he'll be okay, sweetie."
If he wasn't, then Alison was sure Josh would heal him, or that Moira would tend to him! Either or.
"I don't know where he is." Jeanne-Marie sounded confused, but her movements were purposeful and sure. She stood, yanked her hair out of her eyes and tied it back with a band from around her wrist, and started for the door without another thought. "But we had better check--if you will come, too. I can't feel it anymore, but something is wrong."
Sometimes it was like that--she just lost him for a while. But usually if she was looking, it led her to him. She hoped, needed to feel that connection.
"Alright, come on," Alison spoke before putting her socks on. She then went over to open the door for her roommate. "Is there anywhere you think he'd rush off to in the middle of the night?"
"I cannot think of anything--unless Raymonde called and needed him, but he would have told me." Jeanne-Marie slipped through the door and into the hall. It was a long shot, of course, because why would Alison know, but it was better than the deafening silence in Jeanne-Marie's head and the lingering phantom pain and the sticky feeling of the fear still curling in her belly. "Can you think of anything?"
Alison kept her hand on her friend's back as they walked down the hallway, making her skin slightly glow so they had a dull light to guide the way. She was really freaked out right now, and she honestly couldn't think of any reason why Jean-Paul wouldn't have come to Jeanne-Marie first if he had to go somewhere. It wasn't like he hadn't done that before, after all.
"Maybe something happened and he had to go out really quick, and even he didn't even have time to come see you first. Or maybe he just went out for something totally unimportant," Alison suggested, knowing very well that neither thing was true. "There has to be a reason why he's gone--maybe he's with Simon?"
"I hope he is," Jeanne-Marie admitted, but that was the only part of what Alison proposed she could be certain of. Although, the state Simon was in these days, perhaps that was not the best thing she could hope for, still...
She shook her head a little, refocusing in the glow from Alison's light. It seemed like a long, empty way to the boys' wing and then Jean-Paul's door, but finally they arrived. Jeanne-Marie tried to reach out, to feel for her brother in that way she didn't really understand. But she knew even before she knocked that there would be no answer.
Alison frowned when there was no answer to that ever so hollow knock. She couldn't help but get a really bad feeling from it, but she chose to hide that from Jeanne-Marie the best she could. "Maybe just open it and poke inside?" she suggested. Alison knew they weren't in there, though. She couldn't feel any sounds of breathing, moving or anything else like that. Jean-Paul and Simon were not in there.
At first, Jeanne-Marie expected the door to be locked, but it wasn't. She poked her head inside, as Alison suggested, and then the rest of her followed. "Their beds are slept in, but they are gone..." she practically whispered. When she next looked at Ali, the blood had all but drained from Jeanne-Marie's face, and darkness began to push at the edges of her consciousness. "This isn't right. I know it isn't. I need to see a headmaster."
"Then we will. Let's go," Alison assured, and gently led her friend away from the bedroom so they could go find some answers. Though they hadn't been able to find either headmaster, they had been able to locate Moira, and she'd given some answers about where Jean-Paul and even Simon were. After a bit of talking with Moira, Alison and Jeanne-Marie headed back to their bedroom with answers not at all perfect. Alison knew Jeanne-Marie would feel even worse now, and to be quite honest, Alison did as well. She was worried about what was happening, and hoping that everyone would come home safe. They had to, they just had to.
"I'm sure they'll be back soon," Alison spoke softly, closing the door and turning the light on as they entered the room. "If something happened, Josh will heal him--he's going to be okay. I just know it."
Except she didn't know it, but she was trying to make her friend feel better.
Jeanne-Marie nodded, but her lips were pressed hard together in a bloodless line, and she chewed at the inside of her cheek hard--in worry rather than guilt. She was relieved that some answers had been found about River and Laura, and she knew Alison was right--if Josh was there, of course Jean-Paul would be fine. But... "I just can't get rid of the feeling. It was so real. And he could have told me..."
But it seemed so silly to complain about that, now, she stopped and simply slumped onto her bed.
Alison sat down with her, and frowned. "Jeanne-Marie...maybe he didn't have time? Maybe they had to be out of there ASAP or else the chance at getting River and Laura back might have disappeared?"
She nodded, but she didn't believe. Jean-Paul was faster than any of them. He could've been at her door and back before the others even reached... whatever they'd gone in.
But Alison was trying so hard and being so kind, Jeanne-Marie wanted to believe her. Anyhow, "I am sure it was something like that. And I am sure if something went wrong, we would've heard by now."
"Yeah, we would have. You're his family," Alison nodded, happy that Jeanne-Marie wasn't shutting herself off right now. Alison then took hold of her hand, and lightly squeezed it. "I'll stay up with you until they get back, okay? You don't have to be alone right now."
She paused. "And if you want my lights to help you feel better until he does come back, just ask."
Jeanne-Marie squeezed her back and let her head rest against Alison's shoulder. Her head was a mess, darkness creeping in everywhere now, and all she could do was sigh and say, "Thank you. So much."
Alison kept her arm around her friend, not even able to smile. She didn't want to use emotion altering lights on Jeanne-Marie without permission, so she just surrounded her in that golden glow to make sure her friend felt nice and warm. She knew how much Jeanne-Marie liked the light, after all. Maybe it would help her some? "They'll be back soon, honey. Anytime now."
