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L. Burke

Anger Management, Geeks, and Other Scary Things  

DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Marvel, and are
used without permission for entertainment purposes only.
NOTE: This story takes place during the early years.  
All the original five X-men are still students.

“Mrs. Anderson wants me to go to what?!”  Jean Grey demanded.

                “Anger management.  Mrs. Anderson says that if you attend an anger management seminar that she will drop all the charges against you.  She realized that you weren’t completely to blame for what happened and that’s why she’s willing to do this.  She tends to think you’re a very angry young woman.”  Charles Xavier stated calmly.

                Jean narrowed her eyes at her teacher, “She better say that ‘I’m not completely to blame for this’.  Her pervert son deserved getting his head put through that wall.  My answer is no.”

                Xavier just sighed, “Though I have my reservations about this seminar, Mrs. Anderson is paying for it and, Jean if you refuse to go.   Mrs. Anderson will press charges.  I will be forced to inform you parents of this incident.”

                Jean narrowed her eyes “Go ahead.”

                Xavier just sighed and rubbed his head.  “Listen to me.  If you had put Will Anderson’s head through that wall somewhere that wasn’t in front of witnesses.  I would go ahead and say yes fight this.  You didn’t though; you put his head through the wall at Harry’s on a VERY crowded night in front of a whole restaurant FULL of witnessed.  If you fight this Jean you are going to lose.”

                “See next time, you wait out in the dark parking lot for him to come out, jump him, and kick the crud out of him there.  Remember No witnesses.”  Scott suddenly broke in from where he had been standing across the office quietly, leaning against a wall.  Scott hadn’t said one word the whole time Jean and Xavier had been arguing.

                Xavier narrowed his eyes at Scott, “She doesn’t need lectured on her technique, Scott.”

                Scott shrugged, “Okay let’s get to the more interesting question of why am I here?”

                “I want you to go with her.”  Xavier stated calmly.

                Scott blinked at him for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and stated dryly.  “With all do respect Sir, I’m not Magneto.  I don’t try to take my anger out on the entire world at once.  Though I admire Magneto’s drive and ambition.  I am just not that ambitious.   I am quite happy pissing people off and making lives miserable one at a time.” 

                “I suppose,” Xavier, stated dryly, “ I should be happy to hear that, Scott.  I still think it would be good for you. That’s why I’m asking you to go.”

                Scott shrugged and stated dryly, “What happens if this anger management therapy works?  I would be a happy, calm, easy going, outgoing, compliant, person.  No one around here would know how to take me.”

                “Scott.” Xavier butted in.

                Scott ignored him and continued dryly, in a monotone.  “Besides with out my anger Sir I wouldn’t have any friends.  I talk to my anger at night.  You know that giant huge dust bunny under Bobby’s bed that keeps growing?  Well, I visualize my growing pit of rage, as that dust bunny.  Just like you taught us to do in class.  I named him Earle.  Earle is my bestest and only friend in the entire world.”

                “As disturbing of a picture as that may be.”  Xavier fired back dryly.  “It’s nice to know your applying the techniques I taught you somewhere.”  

                “See Sir,” Jean butted in “Scott doesn’t want to go either.”

                “My answers yes.”  Scott suddenly broke in quietly.

                “What!?” Xavier and Jean both asked.

                “I said yes.   I’d go.  When is this seminar?”  Scott asked.

                Xavier was the first to recover.  “Tonight at eight.”

                “Great.”  Scott added in.  “I’ll be ready to leave at seven.  Jean will have to drive.  May I be dismissed now Sir?”

                Xavier blinked, “Of course, Jean will be ready to go at seven.  Dismissed.”

                As Scott walked out of Xavier’s office and closed the door behind him.  Xavier just narrowed his eyes at the closed door.  “That was too easy.”



                “Hey Hank.”  Scott announced as he stuck his head in to Hank’s lab.  “I need to ask you something.”

                “Get on the table.  I need more of your blood.”  Was Hank McCoy’s only response.  Hank didn’t even look up from the lab results he was looking at.

                Scott walked in shaking his head.  “You wouldn’t be keeping Dracula down here and not telling the rest of us?”

                Hank looked up from the lab report and raised an eyebrow.  “Get on the table, I want to suck your blood.  Is this a business or a social call, Oh Fearless?”

                “Oh yes, I just come down here on my time off because I have a sick thing for needles.”  Scott responded dryly.  “I’m down here on business.  I need you to do me a favor and in exchange I’ll give you more of my blood or even a tissue sample.”

                Hank raised an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

                “I need you to play with Will Anderson’s mind for me.”

                Hank blinked at him, “That’s not the usual type of challenge you present.  Any one with an I.Q. over sixty-nine can play with Will Anderson’s mind.  Asking me to do this for you is a little degrading even for a tissue sample.”

                Scott shrugged, “I was going to throw you an easy on this time.  Oh well, I go ask Bobby to do it for me.  Bobby is the only one evil and devious enough to pull my plan off anyway.”

                Hank gave an indignant look for a moment.  “What do you mean that Bobby is the only one evil and devious enough?  Why can’t you pull off your own plan?”

                Scott shrugged, “I’m going to anger management tonight.”

                “Oh, my stars and garters,” Hank broke in laughing, “What happens if it works?  You could become a happy, calm, easygoing, outgoing, person.  I wouldn’t know how to deal with you.”

                “So I informed the Professor.” Scott added in.  “Anyway when I meant that Bobby is the only one evil and devious enough.  I meant that your book smart, not evil play with people’s head smart.  There’s nothing wrong with that.”

                “I’m both evil and devious.”  Hank broke in indignantly.

                “Hank,” Scott stated shaking his head, “It’s okay to admit you’re not good at everything.  Being evil, devious, and playing with people’s heads, just isn’t something your good at. That’s more Bobby’s thing.”

                Hank scowled at him and asked, “What’s this plan of yours?”  When Scott whispered it in his ear.  Hank’s eyes lit up.  “I’m in.”

                Scott smirked at him, “I’ll even let everyone think it was your idea from the very beginning.”

                Hank looked thoughtful for a moment, “I get the tissue sample too?”

                Scott nodded yes.  “I’ll give you the blood now and the tissue sample after the plan has been completed.”

                “Deal Mr. Summers.  Get on the table.  I need some more of your blood.”  Hank McCoy stated gleefully. 



                “I can’t believe that I’m going along with this.”  Jean Grey grumbled out loud as she played with her car keys.

                “If you don’t hurry and stop stalling we’re going to be late.”  Scott informed her grabbing his coat.

                “So you have informed my the last ten times.  I don’t want to do this.  I don’t think I should HAVE to do this.”  Jean grumbled.  “Will Anderson deserved what I did to him.”

                “Agreed, Will Anderson deserved it.”   Scott broke in, “Life’s not fair.  Just deal with it now and run with it.  Now we better get going.”

                Jean turned to Scott, “I can’t believe your going along with this.  You of all people hold tight your right to be a angry, distant, dysfunctional human being.”

                Scott shrugged as he put his coat on.  “The Professor asked me to.  He let’s me come here to the school for free, and keeps a roof over my head.  He doesn’t ask much in return for that.  If he wants me to take one evening out and go to this awful seminar with you.  I’m not going to say no.  Besides I may learn something interesting.”

                As they walked out the door, both of them hear the Professor say in their heads, (Scott for the love of God.  Try to be good tonight.)

                Jean blinked at Scott for a moment.  “What did he mean by that?”  Scott raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged.


                “Hello everyone my name it Dr. Tom.  I am the one running this anger management seminar this evening.  Now I want everyone to say ‘Hi Dr. Tom.”

                “Hi, Dr. Tom!”  Was the response from everyone one in the room.   Scott rolled his eyes.

“Now, I want everyone to form a circle.  That’s it, everyone.  Now I want one person to stand up at a time and tell me something good, and that you like about yourself.”  The gentleman that was in charge of the seminar or ‘Dr. Tom’ was announcing.  Scott rolled his eyes again at the circle thing, and thought strike one.  The guy running this thing had all the charm of a snake oil salesman.  Scott decided right now that Mrs. Anderson wasted her money.

                 “You there.”  He pointed at Jean and Scott noticed he eyes never did quite make it up to her face.  Scott watched him leer at Jean and wondered if Jean caught it.  Strike two, Scot thought.  He might just have a little fun tonight after all.  Dr. Tom continued, “Jean is it?  I want you to stand up and tell everyone what you like about yourself and be honest.”

                Jean looked around as she stood up.  “I like to think of myself as a very friendly, out going person.”

                Dr. Tom nodded at her “That was very good.  Now I want you to sit down and think about why a friendly, out going person is here tonight. “  Dr. Tom now turned his attention at Scott who was sitting next to Jean.  “Your turn Scott, can I call you Scott?”

                “No.”  Scott stated dryly.

                “Well Scott, I can’t help but notice that your wearing a very interesting color scheme tonight.  Blood red shirt, Black jeans and black leather jacket, the red sunglasses that block anyone view of your eyes, that’s very interesting.” Dr. Tom stated giving Scott a very oily smile.

                He goes for the shy ones he thinks he can bully.  Strike three Scott thought gleefully.  I gave him three strikes professor.  This was going to be fun.  “Don’t you mean hostile?”  Scott replied dryly raising an eyebrow.

                “Anyway Scott why don’t you stand up and tell us something you like about yourself.”  Dr. Tom announced smiling sweetly.

                Scott stood up and announced dryly, “I’m a very bitter, angry, mean spirited person and I’m proud of it.  I like to be an abusive parent to my inner child. And sometimes when it snows I get up extra early so I can shovel snow in my neighbors walkway.”  With that Scott turned to the woman sitting next to him and said sweetly,  “ Next.”

                Dr. Tom blinked at Scott for a moment.  “Scott I think you and I need to get to know each other a little better tonight don’t you?”

                Scott raised an eyebrow at him and said, “No I don’t.  Familiarity breeds contempt, Dr. Tom.  As least it will on my side.”

                Dr. Tom smiled at Scott and said, “I think we have a lot of work to do with you Scott.”  Scott just forced himself to smile back.


                “Professor, the three of us are going down to Harry’s!”  Bobby Drake shouted as jumped the last three stairs and landed on the floor.

                Warren Worthington rolled his eyes as he walked down the stairs.  “Calm down Bobby.  I’m sure they heard you in the next state.”

                “Hanks treating us both to Harry’s.  I want to get there before he changes his mind.”  Bobby announced.

                “I am not planning on changing my mind Robert.”  Hank stated calmly as he walked down the stairs. 

                “I’m still curious as to why you suddenly decided to treat us.”  Warren asked suspiciously.

                Hank smiled, “I’ll fill you in during our walk down there.”

                “I knew there had to be a catch.”  Warren announced.  “I assume we’re going after Will Anderson for what he did to Jean?”

                “Of course my dear compatriot.  I have a plan.”  Hank announced gleefully.

                “Cool.”  Bobby stated gleefully “I get treated a malt AND I get to screw with Will Andersons’ head.  It’s going to be a good night.”  Bobby’s eyes narrowed at Hank suspiciously,  “I do get the malt right?”

                Professor Xavier rolled in to the room as Bobby shouted “Professor!” again at the top of his lungs.

                “I heard you the first time Robert.” Xavier stated rubbing an ear.   “Have fun.  No trouble and stay away from Will Anderson.  Is that understood?”

                “Yes Sir.”  All three of them announced at once.

                “You need not worry Sir.”  Hank stated matter of fact, “If there is any trouble.  I can guarantee that one of us will not be the first ones to start it.  You have my word.”  Warren and Bobby just nodded in agreement.

                Xavier narrowed his eyes studying them, “You know if Scott was with you how you phrased that would worry me.”

                “He’s not Sir.” Hank announced innocently, “So you don’t have to worry.”


                “What we are going to work on tonight is everyone’s sense of identity.  If you have a strong sense of inner identity, what people say and do to you won’t make you angry.  When it does make you angry, you will better deal with your anger.”  Dr. Tom pointed at a bubble, headed, bleach blond sitting across from Scott.  “Name one thing that gives you a sense of identity.” 

                (How drool.), Scott thought, as he watched her bite her lip and think about how to answer to his question.   (Let’s hope her head doesn’t explode.  The sudden release of air pressure would kill everyone for hundreds of square miles.)

                “I’m really good with kids.”  The bubbled headed bleach blond replied. 

                “That’s very good.  That is something that comes from your inner identity.  That’s something no one can take away from you.  That’s the difference between what identity society gives you and your inner identity.  Your turn Jean.”  Dr. Tom announced.

                Jean looked at Dr. Tom for a moment, crossed her arms over her chest and answered, “I have no patience for all forms of male stupidity.  I really have no patience for men who forget that women do exist from the shoulders up.  That’s why I take pride in the fact that I put Will Anderson’s head through the wall.  Dr. Tom, my eyes are a few more inches up.”

                “That was a very angry response Jean.   We’ll come back to you.”  Dr. Tom announced smiling sweetly at her.  Jean glared back.  “Scott?”

                Scott smiled at him sweetly, and announced, “I take pride in the fact that my under developed sense of identity allows me the flexibility to fit in to any situation.  It also allows me NOT to feel guilty, that spiritual bankruptcy is my lifetime goal.”  Scott barked the word,  “Next.”

                Dr. Tom shot Scott his very oily smile, “Scott you do realize that you’re a very angry young man?”

                Scott nodded “Yes Sir.  Since you found a whole room of them.  Sucker?” Scott pulled a lollipop out of his jacket and offered it to the guy running the seminar.  The guy just smiled sweetly, glared at Scott, and nodded his head no.


                “I’m telling you that with this formula.  I am going to be irresistible to women.”  Hank McCoy whispered to Warren. 

                Warren leaned in a little closer, “Why are you telling me this and why are you telling me this here?”

                Hank leaned in a little closer to Warren, “I figure that Worthington Industries may be interested in the discovery, and you know how the Professor feels about these things.  That’s why I wanted you to meet me here at Harry’s to talk about it.”

                “You do realize that if this formula does work,” Warren leaned in to whisper, “The formula will be worth billions.”

                “Billion!  Your kidding right?”  Bobby Drake suddenly blurted out loud so everyone at Harry’s could hear.  The three of them noticed that Will Anderson, head perked up in their direction.

                “BOBBY!”  Both Hank and Warren growled in a controlled whisper.

                “Just go back your malt, and keep your mouth shut.  Okay?”  Hank whispered.

                “Fine.”  Bobby stated sullenly. 

                “Like I said,” Warren started again, “If this formula actually works.  It will be worth billions.  Have you actually tested it yet?”

                “Not yet.”  Hank responded, “I brought the stuff with me.  I am going to test it here tonight.  Hank McCoy is going to get lucky tonight.”  Will Anderson scooted in a little closer.

                “That’s if this magic woman attracting formula of yours works.”  Bobby Drake stated with a sneer rather loudly.

                “It will work Drake.” Hank growled, “Now shut up and keep it down.”

                “Sure it will.”  Bobby responded and stuck his tongue out at Hank.

                “Do you have the formula with you?”  Warren asked.

                “As a matter of fact, I do.”  Hank responded as he pulled a beaker out of his coat.

                “I have to see this stuff work before I call my father in on this.”  Warren whispered.

                “I’m going to use the stuff on myself and show you that it does work.”  Hank responded.  Hank took the top off the beaker.

                “Not so fast Geek King.”  Will Anderson’s hand suddenly shot out from nowhere and took the beaker from Hank.

                “Give that back Will.”  Hank demanded.

                “I don’t think so four eyes.”  Will sneered.  “So this little formula will attract chicks?”

                “I can’t guarantee that it works on ape men.”  Hank responded back.  “Now give me that beaker!”  Hank announced as he reach for the beaker in question.

                “Will,” Warren stated coldly, “Give Hank back his beaker.  You have no idea what your doing.”

                “I don’t think so.”  Will sneered, “I going to take this formula.  Then I’m heading up to your snotty school where you keep that hot bloodied little red headed number.  Then I am going to teach her a lesson for putting my head through that drywall wall in front of everyone.”

                “You know Will?”  Bobby sneered, “It should have been a brick one.  Now give Hank back that beaker before you hurt yourself.”  Will smirked at Bobby and chugged the contents of the beaker.

                “Oh dear,” Hank muttered “Oh my stars and garters, I wouldn’t have done that.”

                Warren  shook his head at Will, “Will, you have no idea what you just did.”

                “Oh really rich boy?”  Will sneered, “What did I just do?”

                Hank cleared his throat; “You see in small quantities, it makes you irresistible to women.  As much as you just took…”  Hank cleared his throat again, “Activates the geek gene.”

                Will sneered at them for a moment, “What do you mean activates the geek gene?”

                Warren shook his head at Will, “What it means in about an hour, you will feel the sudden urge to do long math equations, find pocket protectors a huge turn on, have a sudden dislike for all sports, and find techo-gadgets of all shapes and styles sexy.  In other words there is going to be a new ‘Geek King,’ and it isn’t going to be Hank.”

                Hank gave Will a huge smile, “Let me be the first one to offer my welcome to geekdom, Newton.”

                Will blinked at them, “My names Will, not Newton.”

                “It was a geek joke,” Bobby injected in, “Don’t worry it will come to you while your watching Star Trek.”

                “Yes.” Warren added in gleefully “Your going to become what you hate and fear the most, in about an hour, a geek.”

                “Or a witty Trekie” Bobby added in gleefully.

                Warren raised an eyebrow and asked, “There’s a difference?”

                Will gave them all panicked looks “Undo it right now!”

                Hank shrugged, “Can’t once the gene is activated, you have it for life.   Think of it this way Will, the wonderful, mysterious, world of imaginary number is going to become shockingly clear for you.  You are going to love it.”  Will just turned and ran out of Harry’s.

                “You know?”  Bobby stated dryly, “He running home to tell his mother what we did to him.”

                Warren shook his head, “That means that Professor Xavier is going to get a call.  I have to congratulate you Hank.  This plan was brilliant, it was evil, devious, used all of Will’s character faults against him, and played on his biggest fear.  It was worthy of one of Slims plans.”

                Hank took a small bow, “Thank you very much.  Oh well, if Professor Xavier hears about this. It was my week to get in to trouble anyway.  It was worth it just to see the expression on his face.”

                Bobby gave them a considering look, “It is going to be interesting to see how this turns out.  Can I have another malt?”


                “Okay everyone,” Dr. Tom announced, “I want you to all take a deep cleansing breath.  In with the happy feelings and exhale and release the anger.  Your anger is floating away where it can’t hurt you or anyone else.  That’s it everyone.”  Dr. Tom opened his eyes and looked at Scott.  Scott was sitting there sucking on his lollipop.  “Scott,” Dr. Tom asked sweetly, “Why aren’t you doing your breathing exercises with the rest of us?”

                Scott pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and announced dryly, “Since I’m a bottomless pit of anger and rage.  Releasing my anger would probably just suck the life force out of me.  I happen to like the inner dead winter season that my inner self is.  I really do hate change.  Besides if I let all my anger go what will happen to Earle?”  Jean peaked at Scott from underneath her eyelids and smirked.

                Dr. Tom blinked and asked “Earle.”

                Scott nodded, “He’s my anger.  He was so huge he took on a life of his own.  I just had to name him.”

                Dr. Tom blinked at Scott for a moment, “You named your anger?”

                Scott shrugged and stated dryly, “It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.  Earle was starting to creep out from under the bed.  Last time I tried parting ways, Earle clogged the vacuum cleaner.  I really don’t know what I’m going to do with him.”

                Jean tried not to snicker when she noticed that Dr. Tom had a vein over his eye twitching.  Dr. Tom took a deep breath and said, “Okay Scott, I want you to close your eyes and reach for your inner tranquility.”

                Scott raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head no, “Since I’m a messed up person and admit it.  Tranquility scares me.  I much prefer chaos.  In chaotic crisis situations are really the only times I truly feel alive.”

                Dr. Tom set his jaw.  “Scott I think it’s time we find the root of your anger.  If we can find the root, then I can help you find some closure, and you can start to release that huge store of anger.”

                Scott nodded like he was considering Dr. Tom’s words “Will make it okay for me to simplify, pigeon hole every situation and be judgmental towards other people, in my quest for that closure?”

                Dr. Tom rubbed his head.  Jean smirked wondering if the creep was working on the biggest migraine of his life.  Scott just stuck the lollipop back in his mouth.


                “Okay Tammy,” Dr. Tom addressed the bubble headed bleach blond.  “I want you to name one thing that makes you angry and another thing that scares you.  Anger most times comes from fear.  If you can control your fear you can control the anger that comes from that fear.”

                Tammy nodded at Dr. Tom.   (Oh, this exercise IS going to be the one to make her head explode.) Scott thought dryly.

 “I get really angry that Low Fat Sarah Lee Pound Cake had more fat than their regular pound cake.”  Tammy replied.

(That was definitely the deep, well thought out, socially aware response.  I was expecting.)  Scott thought dry.  Jean smirked at him.  She must have caught that thought.  Scott sent her another one. (Clowns to the right of me, Jokers to the left, Here I am stuck in the middle with you.)  Jean’s smirk got a little wider.

“As for what scares me Dr. Tom,” Tammy continued, “He does.”  Tammy pointed right at Scott.

Scott raised an eyebrow and pulled the lollipop out of his mouth.   “Well if you did all your inner work earlier Tammy, you would better be able to handle my apathy, cynicism and cruelty.  So see, it’s really your fault for not working harder.  Shame on you.”

“See!” Tammy announced to Dr. Tom.

“Scott, “ Dr. Tom stated, “Your anger is driving off people like Tammy.”

“That’s a bad thing?”  Scott replied,  “I thought you were trying to encourage me to change.”

“Like I was saying Scott,” Dr. Tom continued.  “Your angry is chasing people off and ruining your chances at making friends.  Have you learned anything?”

Scott nodded, “How to crush independent thought and feelings by convincing people your helping them.  I will have to try those new techniques next time I find a witless victim.  I just can’t wait to try what I learned.”

Tammy looked at Scott in horror, “Why aren’t you locked up somewhere for the good of society?”

“My shrink convinced the FBI to release me.” Scott stated dryly, shrugged at Tammy and stuck the sucker back in to his mouth.  Tammy scooted her chair a few feet out of the circle away from Scott.


“Okay everyone,” Dr Tom announced, “Do you see this pool ball?  I am going to pass it around the circle.  I want every one of you to stand up and list what makes you angry.  While you’re doing the list, I want you to picture your going in to the pool ball.  When all of you are done doing that we are going to take the pool ball outside and bury it.  It’s going to be a symbol of releasing your anger, letting it go, so it will no longer control your lives.  Marvin we are going to start with you.”

A mousy looking fellow with glasses took the pool ball and started, “Parking tickets make me angry and so does supermodels.  I also get angry that two pounds of chocolate adds seven pounds to your waistline.  I also REALLY get mad at my micromanaging moron of a boss.  That’s why I threw my phone at him and threaten to KILL him.”  Marvin laughed nervously and handed the pool ball to Scott.

Scott studied the pool ball for a moment.  “I cherish my angry too much to even pretend I even am going along with this exercise.  I think anger is a good thing.”

Dr. Tom smirked at Scott, “Oh go ahead Scott enlighten us.  Show us where all your anger comes from and why you won’t release it.”

Scott studied Dr. Tom for a moment and said, “If you insist.”

Dr. Tom smirked at Scott again.  “Enlighten us please.”

Scott shot a glare at Dr. Tom and began.  “I get angry at people that tell me that I shouldn’t get angry about things.   I get angry at a society that pays lip service that it’s children are its first priority but cuts the budgets for schools first.  I get angry with schools that are falling down and ten year old textbooks.  I get angry that for every thirty children in the foster care system, there is only one burnt out, over worked, and underpaid social worker to guarantee those children’s safety.  Fathers that rape their daughters make me angry.  Mothers that hurt their children because a child won’t stop crying, make me angry.  I get angry when a child is hurt and neglected by the two people who should protect that child at any cost.  I get angry every time I see homeless kids on the street.

 I get angry when a mob tries to lynch a thirteen-year-old boy because he was unlucky enough to be born different.  I get angry that a friend of mine believes he should hide the brilliant, uncanny intelligence he was born with so he can fit in.  I get angry every time a man treats a woman like an object and not a person.  I get angry at a society that encourages artist to make videos, television shows, and songs that depict violence against woman as cool.  I get angry because no person should have to define his or her life by before and after.  I get angry with people that don’t have anything better to get angry about than parking tickets.

 I get angry with people that tell me I shouldn’t get angry.  I like my anger.  You know why?  It gets me off my ass to do something.  People that sit around and do nothing make me really angry.  Because if you aren’t part of the solution your part of the problem.  To many people these days would rather be part of the problem rather than part of the solution and that makes me angry.  So you see, I like my anger.  I use it.”  Everyone in the room was very quite for a moment.  That’s when Scott realized that Dr. Tom hadn’t heard a word he had said because he was to busy leering at Jean.  Scott walked over to Jean, handed her the pool ball and said “Remember Red, when you aren’t part of the solution you’re part of the problem.”  Jean and his eyes met for a moment and they both smiled. 

Jean got up from her seat.  “Dr. Tom let me tell you what makes me REALLY angry, better yet let me show you.”


“Well Red,” Scott said as he pulled his lollipop out of his mouth, “I have to say.  You really buried that pool ball.” 

“You know Slim,” Jean announced sighing, “Maybe I really do need anger management.”

Scott shook his head, “I don’t think you need anger management.  You need ‘Calgone to take you away’ for an evening.  That or getting away from the guys for a while, I think our testosterone is starting to warp your mind.  My advice would be if someone can’t tell you your eye color, dump him.  Works for me.”

Jean raised an eyebrow at that comment, “Slim, your eyes are always covered up with your glasses.  I’ve known you for a while now and I don’t know your eye color.  You would be dumping everyone.”

Scott smirked at her, “See my system works.” Scott got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment.  “I wonder how long it will take the emergency room to remove the pool ball from Dr. Tom’s mouth?”  

“How did you know about this spot?  It’s glorious up here and you get a beautiful view of the city.”  Jean asked changing the subject.  They both were sitting on the hood of Jean’s car over looking a beautiful view of Westchester. 

Scott shrugged, “I found it wondering one night.   I like to come up here when I want too be alone.   The view up here helps me keep my perspective on things.  You’re the first person I ever brought up here, Red.”  Scott pulled something out of his pocket and offered it to Jean “Sucker?”

Jean smirked as she took the lollipop. “How did you know that grape, blow pops were my favorite?”

  Scott shrugged at her again.  “Lucky guess.”

Jean smirked back and replied “Sure.  Lucky guess.”

Scott blushed a little and cleared his throat, “It’s still early yet.  We could just head home if you prefer?”

Jean shook her head no.  “It’s a beautiful night.  I think I would rather just stay up here and hang out if that’s okay with you?”

 Scott raised an eyebrow and shrugged.  “It’s fine with me you’re the one driving.  I’ll just warn you now Miss Grey.   If you try any of your fancy moves on me and try to take advantage of my innocence and naivety.  I’ll scream.”

 Jean threw her head back and started laughing.  “Did I ever tell you Slim, how happy I am that you’re my friend?”


“I got a hysterical call from Mrs. Anderson tonight.  Something about something one of Hanks formulas did to her son.  Care to explain you three?”  Charles Xavier demanded coldly studying the three students standing in his office.

Hank McCoy shrugged, “We had a little harmless fun.  What Will Anderson drank was just Bobby’s Slushy favoring with some food color added.  That’s it sir.”

Professor Xavier narrowed his eyes, “Nothing?  Nothing that will make his hair fall out, or his skin turn some exotic color?”

“Yes sir,” Hank said, “There was nothing in but food coloring and slushy flavoring.”

Xavier rubbed his head for a moment, “Then what has both Will and his mother so hysterical?”

Bobby cleared his throat, “We sorta convinced him that it was a geek making formula.”

Xavier just blinked, “A geek formula?”

Warren shrugged, “We told him that the formula activates the geek gene.”

Xavier blinked again, “Activates the geek gene?”

“Yes Sir.”  All three of them responded.

“Dismissed.”  Xavier announced shaking his head, “If I didn’t know better I would swear that Scott had something to do with this.  Will and his mother will figure out you pulled one over on him eventually.  Now the three of you get out of my office before I change my mind about punishing you.”

“Yes Sir.”  The three of them responded as they headed out of Professor Xavier’s office.

“That went better than I thought it would.”  Bobby Drake stated.

“I have to agree.”  Warren added in.  “Let’s vanish before he changes his mind.”  Bobby and Warren quickly headed down the hall.

As Hank was leaving to follow Bobby and Warren, Hank swore he heard laughter drifting out from the Professor’s office.


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