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[st_aurafina]

I wrote fic. It was a big surprise. I wrote it in the middle of the night, in my diary. It's a drabble.
I posted it in x_men100, for the prompt "There were roses".

I'm still kind of surprised. Thank you lilacsigil for reading it and checking it for weirdness. And for being nice.

It's Charles, and a very young Jean Grey. Gen. 100 words.

I'm still kind of surprised. Where did that come from? *looks around in confusion*


Telepathic scanning within a mental institute had dampened Charles' initial enthusiasm at the discovery of a "gifted" child. Jean's gifts had not been kind.

Delicately he picked through impulses in a psyche that was crosshatched with jumbled thoughts gathered from other minds. He found nothing coherent until he triggered an olfactory memory, strong and vital, certainly endogenous.

There he found her, caught in a torpid afternoon, moments before the accident.

The last memory belonging entirely to Jean Grey was the fragrance of late blooming yellow roses.

There was little to rebuild with, thought Charles, but hope lay where there were roses.