take these broken wings and learn to fly [Jean]

[starchilde_lost]

[Dated 1-6-11]

Rachel was quiet when she awoke early, not wanting to disturb Jean if she were still asleep, not wanting to disturb anything in the quiet morning light. She slipped on her running shoes, a pair of pants, tank top and was reaching for warmer clothes to put on top of that when she looked out the window... and saw trees. Tropical trees to be exact, replacing the winter wonderland that she'd gotten accustomed to over the last few weeks. Dropping the warmer threads, she smiled and headed towards the front door, glad to not have to run through snow.

And that was when the next shock arrived. Standing outside, Rachel simply stared, not quite comprehending the sight in front of her. It was a birdcage, taller than she was, with artificial trunks built near the top, leaves shading the interior. Thinking she saw movement, Rachel approached, peering inside to try and see better.

"Hello? Little birdies?" At least she hoped. If it were snakes, she was going to be pissed. Someone sure had a sense of humor on them.

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[risesagain]

"Thank you." Jean looks at Rachel and offers up a bright smile before taking a step closer and sliding an arm around her daughter. She knows that she's not technically Rachel's mother, has no memories of her early years or anything like that, but she's never felt that that lessens the bond.

Time has always been complicated when it comes to Greys. It never seems to stay as it should.

"I want you to be happy too. We all should be happy."

Frankly they all deserved it. It was just about time.

[starchilde_lost]

Leaning into the embrace, she smiled a little and gave her a squeeze back. "I am happy." It was only a little lie, and only partially one. She was happy, most of the time. She had her mother and brother, no one out to kill her.

But sometimes, especially when she was with Jean like this, it was really hard not to think about what they've lost, what's been taken from them.

"So..." Time for a topic change. "What do you think we're supposed to do with them?

[risesagain]

“Good,” Jean gives a slight nod of her head. She isn’t going to pry further, ask for proof of such happiness. The idea that it is even a remote possibility after everything that the Greys (and Summers) have been through is enough. There is no need to push the whole thing further. If Rachel wants to share, then she will. It is as simple as that.

Tilting her head in consideration, she considers them. “Raise them? I don’t know. I’ve never been much for pets that weren’t the ‘run and fetch’ kind. I’m pretty certain that you aren’t supposed to make masks out of them. At least not yet.”

[starchilde_lost]

"This place is weird. Not quite Mojo weird, but definitely up there."

She watched the birds for awhile, wondering why they were there and still going back and forth as to whether or not they could be a gift or like Jean said, something that just appeared. Both were a mystery, but she still found herself smiling as the birds moved about.

"I'm signing up for some classes, did I tell you that yet?" It was a random topic change, but something she'd been meaning to tell Jean for awhile.

[risesagain]

"Yeah. Definitely up there."

Which is saying something given that the very definition of her life had been weird. This place is referred as weird by the majority of people who live there, but often she finds it to be the sleepy kind of slow. Jean cannot help it. She knows better, but often gets the feeling that excitement is passing her by before she can notice it.

"No, you didn't. That's good. That will be something to distract you. What are you thinking of taking?"

[starchilde_lost]

"Yoga." She chuckled, looking over at Jean with a smirk, "It's about the only physical discipline I haven't been drilled in since I could walk."

Oh, the hazards of growing up one of the X-Men, while she knew she could always work on her core skills, she wanted something new, something different, something she wouldn't drift through.

"I'm also thinking of polisci and one of the psych classes."

[risesagain]

Jean laughs, finding the similarity in choices between her and Rachel to amusing. It is coincidental, pure and simply, but there's something nice about it.

"I practice yoga," she says with an easy shrug of her shoulders. "It's a good calming activity. Very useful for a variety of reasons."

One of those reasons that was always lingering in the back of her mind. The reason that had tried to destroy everything she loved at some point or another.

[starchilde_lost]

"Sure could use that calm." She snickered, adding, "Because this place is soooo exciting."

She was pretty sure she'd seen all of the usual places on the island, her days of walking and walking out of boredom had probably made sure of that. Maybe she should try and get to the other island, not that she'd heard there was anything exciting over there.

[risesagain]

Another laugh as she bobs her head in agreement. "Oh yes, practically exploding from all the excitement."

There is a decided lack of excitement which is both comforting and troubling. These days the calm that Jean spends her time seeking is of the inner-calm variety. The sort that makes her not want to lash out for increasingly desperate reasons.

[starchilde_lost]

"So... what do people really do for fun? I know there's a couple bars, or a club or something, but... is that it?"

Rachel was curious. She used to like to go shopping, go see movies, go shopping again. But around here? She could only go for so many walks and so many workouts.

[risesagain]

"Board games. Some people hunt, though that's more out of necessity than recreation. Some swim or go boating, but it isn't the sort of place where there is an active nightlife."

Jean reads. She goes on dates. She does things that are better suited to a child or an old woman than anything else. Taking a step towards the cage, she shrugs. "The options are sort of limited."