Losing Control...

[greyphoenix]

Jean sat in front of her desk. The same place she used to sit when she wanted to write in her journal. For this place, this room, this life, she had only been gone for a few days. For herself, in her mind and soul, she knew it had been much longer. She writes

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[queenemma]

The light knock on the door to their bedroom caused Emma's brow to furrow slightly. Scott was teaching classes at the moment, and she knew that Brittany was still busy with CTU. As she stood and opened the door, she saw Jean, looking quite distraught. "Come in," she whispered, motioning for the chair across from the bed for the redhead to sit in.

As Emma sat down, she studied Jean and thought on her words.

"Emma? Is it me? Everything that goes wrong, everything that falls apart... Is it because of me?""I would say that you are, first off, making the entire world revolve around you," she smiled, but saw her humor was not what Jean needed at the moment. Her eyes narrowed slightly and with her hands clasped, she nodded

[greyphoenix]

::Jean offers a half smile at the attempt at humor.:: Probably, but still...

I went to see Rachel. I think that she's... Broken. She just looked... ::She shakes her head.:: She didn't even know me, Emma.

[queenemma]

"Broken?" Emma frowned at the word, knowing she didn't mean it literally.

"How so? I'm not quite sure I understand. You say she doesn't know who you are? Or she doesn't remember you are her mother?"

Typical X-Men. Always confusing.

[greyphoenix]

Broken. As in no longer herself. As in terrified that Gaunt is coming back for her, or that he's there, tricking her as she speaks. As in losing all grasp on reality, hiding behind multiple personalities and shells. Broken. And I made her that way. Oh, God, Emma. I made her that way. ::She flings her arms around the other woman and begins to sob against her shoulder. Wracking sobs that shake her entire body.::