Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men...actually, I don't own a thing in life.

Charles, Hank and Rose were sitting in a room, where all the news students were being welcomed. Hank was talking, he had just passed a list, when they heard the girl's name. Rose didn't need Charles to tell her who she was.

Jean was a little and thin redheaded girl with light blue eyes. She was the only redhead in the room. Rose hadn't known Logan pretty much, but she felt the urge of taking care of this girl, Charles' rescuer's love.

Jean, like most of the kids, wasn't paying attention to Hank. They were mostly looking at the beautiful woman in the room. She was the most beautiful woman Jean had ever seen.

"Even prettier than mom" Jean admitted to herself and Charles laughed when he heard her innocent voice in his mind. Rose turned to him with curiosity, but he only shook his head.

The kids were going to their rooms. Charles and Hank were going to take the boys, and Rose the girls. She told the girls what she had said to the first group of girls that had arrived at the school a year before:

"If you ever need a friend, if you ever need help, never doubt of coming with me."

The girls were little, but they weren't close to adolescence yet, but they would all eventually need her. The girls of those groups were around 8 years old. Later they would accept even smaller kids.

"If you ever feel bothered by something, if you have any problems…think of me as your temporal mother." She would say.

All the girl students in the school were enchanted with her, especially with her hair. It had grew up again but she didn't cut it this time.

Rose and Jean arrived at the girl's bedroom. Jean's luggage was there. Slowly, the girl walked in with Rose behind her. Rose closed the door and walked to Jean.

"Do you want me to help you unpack you things?"

Jean turned to her and nodded.

"Is she unchatty or…?" Rose thought.

"You like it here?" She asked and the girl shrugged.

"It's pretty…but I didn't want to leave my house" Young Jean talked for the first time.

Her voice was acute, but she sounded mature. Actually, she looked too mature for her age, as if she had had to grow up too fast. It impressed Rose since she was in her thirties and sometimes she still felt too childish. It didn't help that Charles gave her everything she wanted.

Rose smiled.

"I can tell how you feel." She took one of Jean's luggage and put it on her bed. " The first time I came here, I felt like an outcast"

"Really?" Jean asked her with curiosity. "Why?"

Rose smiled even more when she remembered her younger self.

"I was too unconfident with myself" She said as Jean opened her luggage and poured it on her bed.

Rose took a scarf from Jean's clothes and put it around her face, leaving everything covered, except her eyes.

"I used to walk around the house like this, because I was scared of people watching me…"

Jean laughed watching at the pretty lady.

"Why would you? You're too pretty…Is that your…your…?"

"Mutation?" Rose asked and Jean nodded.

"What Mr. McCoy said."

Rose smiled, it was always pleasant to hear the kids calling her and her friends with "Mr.", "Mrs.", and "Professor". She hadn't had problems with her ability in years, so she didn't had problems in being near the children and teaching them English, Italian and Spanish.

"A part of it." Rose answered as she let the scarf fell on Jean's bed.

Rose gave Jean a recommendation about how she should arrange her things, and they started working on it.

"So…Mrs. Xavier…"

"You can call me Rose when we are alone…" She said as she folded some clothes.

"Rosie," Jean said catching the pretty lady's attention, since only Charles called her like that, but Rose had liked hearing the girl calling her like that too. "you are married with Professor Xavier, aren't you?"

Rose laughed and proudly nodded. She had been happily married for two years.

"You like Professor X?" Rose asked using the nickname older students had given his husband.

Jean shrugged.

"He's nice." She smiled. "Did you met him at school?"

Rose inclined towards the girl as if she was going to tell her a secret:

"He was my Professor" She murmured

The girl opened her mouth and then laughed out loud for the first time in the school.

"That's so romantic" Jean exclaimed and stopped when she got an idea. "Then, can I marry Mr. McCoy?"

Rose laughed.

"Omg! This kid!" She thought.

"He's too old for you, darling" She said sweetly patting Jean's head. "But who knows, maybe you'll meet here the boy who'll eventually become your husband."

Jean had been smiling but it faded after Rose said this.

"I'm not so sure" She said as she stood up and put some clothes on her closet. "People runaway from me, especially boys. They say I'm weird. That's why my parents sent me here. They don't love me."

Rose frowned as she heard her.

"Don't say that!" She sweetly said. "If they don't love you, you wouldn't be here. They want the best for you."

Rose stood up and put some more clothes on the closet.

Rose didn't know back then, but Jean's parents weren't pleased with her ability, one of the main reasons to send her away.

When they finished with Jean's clothes they sat on her bed. Rose knew she should probably go, to let the girl sleep, or maybe she should go with another girl, to make her feel comfortable just as she was making Jean feel, but she didn't want to go.

"So, what's your mutation?" Rose asked her.

Jean flinched in her seat and lowered her head.

"It's not…interesting or something" She mumbled and Rose sweetly took her from her chin and raised it.

"Tomorrow, Professor X is going to ask you in front of the classroom. You have to be confident of you mutation. Even if it isn't "interesting or something" you have to make it sound cool!"

Jean slowly smiled.

"Are you confident of your mutation?" She asked Rose. "You like it?"

Rose hadn't thought of that in many years. She felt disoriented for a moment. Then, she cleared her throat.

"I am 100% confident of it. If I weren't I would still be using that cloth around my face" She laughed trying to cheer the girl's mood up. "It was really hard for me to learn to control it, but now I have a total grip of it."

She excluded the part of liking it. She would never like it, but it didn't matter anymore. Jean smiled and raised a hand. Rose saw her with attention, her hand started to tremble and she was frowning. Rose didn't knew what she was doing, until she saw a book slowly flying towards them.

"Wow!" Rose said with sincere excitement. "Telekinesis!"

Jean inclined to her.

"Sometimes…" She whispered. "I can talk with people in their heads, I can make them do what I want, and I can play tricks with their minds."

Rose was impressed with the girl. No doubt why Logan had been impressed with her too. Jean's ability reminded her of Charles and herself. Rose smiled feeling hopeful, of what she didn't know.

"That's an amazing mutation!" Rose nodded making the little girl feeling better.

"Thank you" Little Jean shyly replied.

They stared at each other for a moment until Jean talked:

"What's your mutation?"

Rose stared at her with a smile:

"Would you hate me if we let this conversation for later?"

"Of course not!" The girl exclaimed and laughed. "But why not now?"

"Because…" Rose stood up and took the bed's mattress off "young lady, you have to wake up early in the morning"

Jean got in her bed laughing. Rose could feel the change in Jean's attitude, she was more relaxed.

"But will you tell me tomorrow?"

"Mmm…I'll tell you when you get older" Rose said as he tucked the girl in bed.

It was weird how she could tell the girl that Charles was her husband, and that he had been her Professor too, but it was uncomfortable to even think about telling her about here mutation was based in controlling men's minds. It sounded strange even for her.

Rose combed Jean's wavy red head with her fingers.

"Good night, Jean"

"Good night, Rosie"

The woman walked out of the bedroom, the corridor was empty and she didn't saw anyone else in her way to her room. She had lost sense of time being with Jean, because when she got in her room she found a Charles sleeping. She changed into her pijama and got bed. When Charles felt the movement in their bed he turned with his eyes closed, put an arm around her waist and his head on her shoulder.

"Were you with Jean?" He asked her.

It was a natural thing in their marriage. They knew each other too well that basically they knew where and with who they were every minute of the day.

"Yeah" She answered. "She's a good girl."

She said but she suspected that Charles hadn't heard the last part.

It took her sometime to fall sleep. She was thinking of Jean, how nice the girl was, how similar their powers were, how she had Charles fair skin but Rose's wavy hair… Rose needed a son,… or a daughter. She believed that Jean could take that place. That was when she stopped going with Hank to the lab each Sunday.

Jean was Mrs. Xavier's favorite student. Everyone knew it.

Jean had perfectly matched with the students, which made Rose feel very proud of her. Charles used to see her wife and felt happy of the happiness she felt when she was around Jean, but a small part of him was scared. What would happen with his wife once Jean grew up and graduated? It was exactly the same thought Rose used to think about the children in the school, why she couldn't get too attached to them. But it was before Jean.

However, everything started to change with Jean when she had a really bad night, after she turned 12 years old. That night the whole school shook. Rose, Charles and Hank were working late that night. When they felt the tremble they searched the cause. It led them to Jean's room. As soon as Rose realized it, she tried to run inside of Jean's bedroom, but Charles stopped her.

"Let me do this" He said.

He was feeling something powerful coming from Jean's room.

"Just make sure she's okay."

Hank and Rose waited outside of the room for many minutes. Finally, walked out.

"She wants to see you, Rosie" He said and gave her wife a kiss in her head. "Hank, come with me to the lab"

They walked away from Rose, and she entered Jean's bedroom.

"Rosie!" She smiled when she saw her. Rose quickly approached to her bedroom and hugged her. Jean's face was red as if she had been crying.

"What happened?" Rose asked her with her heart heavily beating in her chest, she had been too worried for her girl…, her student.

"Just a nightmare."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Jean shook her head.

"Just stay, please!"

"I will."

And she did until the redheaded girl fell sleep.

The next day, everyone in the school knew who had caused the tremor. The kids walked away from Jean; they were scared of her, of course. It wasn't important for her; it always ended happening, but this time it had took more time. At least, she had a very good friend, Mrs. Xavier, or how she called her in private, Rosie. But that closeness wouldn't last for a long time.

That same day Charles sent someone for Rose.

She didn't need to knock, but she always did it.

"Come in"

When Rose came into his study, Charles face brightened. He was always delighted to see his wife.

"You don't ever have to call, darling…"

"I know" She said fixing her hair and rolling her eyes "Why did you call me?"

He moved his chair towards her and pulled her into his lap.

"Can't I call my wife just to see her and hear her voice?"

Rose laughed and gave him a little kiss.

"What is it?" She asked.

Charles sighted.

"You know I would never ask you to something if it is not good for you…"

"Yeah" She nodded placing her hands on his shoulders "Of course I know."

"What do you usually do?" Charles asked her suddenly disorienting her.

She thought he had changed the topic, but he hadn't.

"Well…I am in classes, mostly, and when I am not I am with Jean…"

"You spend too much time with her, don't you?"

"As much as I can." She said with a great smile.

"It's about Jean. The reason I called you, I mean." Rose's smile started to fade.

"What about her?"

Charles gulped, he didn't wanted to say it but he had to.

"Last night, Hank and I discovered something about her…I'll have to train with her more than with any other kid…"

Rose frowned since she didn't get the point.

"I would like you to not spend a lot of time with her…for a while."

Rose stood up from Charles' lap watching at him. He was her husband, he had always been right. She had never questioned him and she wasn't going to start now. But Jean…

Charles moved towards her and took a hand.

"Is she okay?" She asked.

"Fine." Charles nodded but it looked like he was hiding something from her. "She just needs to control herself and… you know you are the most important thing for me, don't you?"

Slowly she nodded. It was clear, he didn't wanted her to be near if Jean had an attack.

"Don't worry" Rose said "Besides it is going to be just for some time, isn't it?"

After Rose stopped visiting Jean at nights the tremors became more frequently. She knew that the girl asked for her when Charles went to calm her down, but Rose never responded to her calling.

When she had free time, since she couldn't go to Jean, she had to find absurd things to entertain herself, like infiltrating in one of Hank's classes or betting with the boys about the basketball games they did in the school.

Soon, a new generation of mutants arrived. One of them, Rose saw, looked older than the rest of them. Also she didn't looked American. Later, Charles informed her that the girl was named Jubilation Lee, and she was daughter of Chinese immigrants, that had traveled to America when they heard about Charles' school, but they had been murdered. A guard had found the girl wandering in the town's mall. The girl had told him that she was going to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and he took her to their school.

The girl was too cute. She had almond eyes, her hair was black and her voice was too sweet. All of this, Rose noticed it the first time she talked to her.

The little Jubilation was sitting in a swing. Rose sat in the swing beside her.

"Hey" Rose said and the girl smiled. "I'm…"

"Rose Xavier, better known as Mrs. Xavier." The little girl quickly said. "You are Charles Xavier's wife."

"How you know that?" Rose asked entertained with her. "Are you a telepath?"

The girl shook her head and laughed.

"Professor X told me." The girl started to swing herself. "You are too pretty"

"Well, thank you!" Rose was enchanted by the chatty style of the little girl. "How old are you?"

Rose saw the girl making a bubble gum and exploding it.

"10 years old. And you? How long had you been married? When did you met Charles Xavier?"

"Emm, well…

And then Jubilation Lee, who (Rose discovered that same day) preferred to be called Jubilee, started to make a marathon of questions. It helped Rose to forget a little about her hurt from being away of Jean.

Everyday at the same hour (when the sun was going down) she went to the swings, where young Jubilee would filled her with many new and interesting questions.

"Do you like more coffee or chocolate?"

"If you could be an animal, what would you be?"

"Is... is true that Mr. McCoy is your brother?"

"Were you really at the Washington attack where the metal men threatened the President?"

"Do you really know Mystique?"

During that time, Mystique had became an heroine for the little mutants. In the telly, there were always programs talking about her, explaining how she had saved the President. Almost 5 years had passed.

"Yeah, she was my friend. She…"

"Is the Professor X always reading your mind?"

That was one of the things she liked the most of the girl. Even if she wanted to get deep into a conversation, Jubilee changed the topic. The girl never pushed her.

They used to spent like an hour like that, until the sky got dark.

"Did you know that today is Jean Grey's birthday?" The girl asked one day.

Rose got paralyzed and quickly walked towards Charles study. As she walked away of the swings, she heard Jubilee:

"Why are you leaving? Do you have something important to do? Are you going to the Professor? Am I being annoying?"

"Is it Jean's birthday?" Rose asked as soon as she walked in.

"Yes. I thought that you were going to come earlier" He said closing a book.

"Months have passed" She said putting her hands on her head "How much more do I have to wait?"

Charles sighted.

"I've…I've been working with her. " He moved his wheelchair towards her wife. "I won't lie to you. She's been stable for months, I thought that maybe it would be safer for you if…"

But he stopped himself when he saw Rose's face full of hurt. She had been waiting for him, to give her a signal so she could go back to her girl…

"Rosie…" He said but she had already left the study.

She didn't lost any time. She took one of the cakes they had, put some birthday candles on it and went to Jean's room. She was excited, finally she was going to be able to talk to her girl… She knocked, but she didn't wait for an answer and got in.

"Happy Birthday to you… Happy birthday to you" She saw the redheaded young lady reading a book on her bed. "Happy birthday, dear Jeannie. Happy birthday to you"

Rose had raised her since she was 8 years old, and every year she would call her Jeannie just so her name could rhyme with the birthday song.

"I thought you weren't going to come." Jean told her.

"I would never miss any of your birthdays, sweetheart" Rose told her with a motherly tone.

"You stopped coming…for months"

"I am so sorry…I…"

"You were busy…with the new girl…"

Rose walked to Jean's bed and sat on it. She put the little cake on the desk beside the bed.

"You changed me." Jean said.

The girl didn't look angry, she looked disappointed, and it made her feel guilty.

"I didn't." Rose shook her head.

"Professor Xavier asked you to stay away from me…"

Rose was about to reply but Jean touched one of Rose's temples.

"I can see it in your mind."

Rose breathed in and out.

"I'll never leave you alone again." Rose told her and shook her head. "These months have been a nightmare for me…I won't leave you again. I promise"

Slowly, a tiny smile was formed in Jean's face. Then she hugged Rose and Rose hugged her back.

"Wait!" Jean exclaimed breaking the hug. "The candles will melt over the cake!"

Rose took the cake and Jean turned off the candles. Before she left Rose promised Jean that she would take her out of classes the next day.

When Rose arrived at her room, Charles was there already. He was reading a book, but he stopped his lecture when he saw her coming.

"Rosie…"

She walked to him and sat in front of him.

"I don't want to fight Charles…"

"Neither I."

She got near him and he kissed her. First, slowly and sweet, then it became full of need and passion. Rose ended over Charles and they let their love consume them, just as they had since the night they got married.

Hours later Rose was laying under the bed's sheet, while Charles hugged her.

"Charles?"

"Mmm?"

"Can I take Jean out of classes tomorrow?"

Charles opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Was this a trap to make me accept it?"

"Did it work?" Rose playfully asked.

He gave her a smacking kiss on her cheek.

"Of course, but you know what I think of taking her out…"

"I've always taken her to the mall on her birthday!" She exclaimed and Charles rolled her eyes.

"If you wish it…"

Charles was starting to fall sleep when he felt Rose's hand touching his recently shaved chin.

"Can I take Jubilee too?" She asked.

"Oh my god, Rose…"