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Jay's instincts screamed danger as both men moved toward him. Logan's trademark growl rumbled through Xavier's study while Scott's jaw tightened with barely contained fury.
Jay had had enough of this posturing. Time to show them exactly who they were dealing with.
Moving faster than most people could follow, Jay reached out and touched Scott's temple just as crimson energy began building behind his ruby quartz visor. The power suppression flowed through Jay's fingertips like water, instantly neutralizing Scott's optic blasts. With deliberate slowness, Jay pulled the visor clean off and held it up to examine it, as if it were some mildly interesting trinket.
Scott's eyes showed terror. Without his visor's protection, his uncontrolled blasts would level half the mansion. But Jay was already turning Scott's head toward Logan with an almost bored expression, casually removing his hand from Scott's head.
"No!" Scott's panicked shout came too late.
The full force of Scott's unleashed optic blast erupted in a brilliant crimson column, catching Logan square in the chest. The impact rang Logan's adamantium skeleton like a struck church bell as he flew backward, crashing through Xavier's reinforced wall. Ancient books tumbled from their shelves as Logan crumpled to the floor, blood already pooling beneath him.
"Logan! Jesus, I couldn't control it..." Scott's voice cracked as he fumbled for his spare visor with shaking hands.
Jay moved with the same calculated precision, dropping into a crouch beside the groaning Wolverine. The metallic smell of blood mixed with the ozone from Scott's blast. Without hesitation, Jay placed his palm on Logan's shoulder and suppressed his legendary healing factor, watching with clinical interest as the effect took hold.
The change was immediate and brutal. Logan's wounds stopped closing, fresh blood flowing freely as his superhuman recovery ground to a complete halt. The older mutant's breathing became labored and ragged, his face contorting as he experienced something he hadn't felt in decades... the very real possibility of dying.
"You know, Logan," Jay said conversationally, his tone maddeningly casual as he studied the wounded Wolverine, "for someone with over a century of combat experience, you really do have a predictable attack pattern. Think, Logan, Think." " He tilted his head with mock curiosity, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "I mean, I get Scott's reaction. He's protective of Jean, always has been. But you? What's with the whole feral routine?" Jay's voice carried an undertone of amusement as he acted out his favorite meme from back home.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Xavier's voice exploded through the room with telepathic force that would have frozen every mind present, except Jay remained completely unaffected. The Professor's hand slammed down on his mahogany desk, sending papers flying in all directions. His usual composed demeanor had completely shattered.
"This behavior is absolutely unacceptable! We are supposed to represent something better than this petty violence! We stand for peaceful coexistence between our species, not... whatever this display was!"
Xavier's eyes blazed as he looked between his students. Even Erik straightened in his chair, recognizing the dangerous edge creeping into his old friend's voice.
Jay slowly lifted his hand from Logan's shoulder with theatrical timing, as if granting a royal pardon. The healing factor resumed its work immediately. Within seconds, Logan's wounds began sealing themselves, though he remained on the ground, glaring pure murder at the young doctor who had just humiliated him so effortlessly.
Rogue and Beast rushed to Jay's side, genuine concern written across their faces.
"Sugar, are you hurt?" Rogue asked, her Southern drawl thick with worry.
"Quite the tactical demonstration," Beast observed, adjusting his glasses nervously. "Though perhaps a touch excessive in execution?"
Jay brushed dust from his pants, completely unfazed. "I'm fine." His gaze swept the shocked faces around the room.
The silence stretched uncomfortably as everyone processed what they'd witnessed. The mild-mannered doctor had systematically dismantled two of the X Men's most dangerous fighters without even breaking a sweat, and he'd made it look almost... easy.
Xavier took several deep breaths, slowly regaining his composure. He smoothed his suit jacket and ran a hand over his bald head as the telepathic pressure in the room gradually diminished.
After Logan had grudgingly pulled himself upright, though his posture remained coiled and ready for round two, Jay straightened his jacket and looked around calmly.
"Now," he said, as if the last few minutes hadn't happened, "where were we?"
"You were tellin' us that Jean... my best friend Jean... is some kind of clone!" Jubilee burst out, her voice cracking with emotion. Sparks danced between her fingertips as her powers responded to her distress.
Jay nodded, his expression softening at Jubilee's obvious pain. "Yes, and I suggested that if Hank examines her DNA for specific markers, you might find evidence of tampering." He turned toward the furry scientist. "Whoever did this is extremely methodical. They've created what appears to be a perfect replica of Jean's genetic code, but they had to incorporate some form of control mechanism. Trace amounts of foreign genetic material, microscopic implants... anything that doesn't belong in a natural human genome."
Beast's scientific curiosity immediately engaged with the problem. "A fascinating hypothesis. If such markers exist, they would likely be incorporated at the cellular level, possibly even integrated into the mitochondrial DNA to avoid detection..."
Jean's face went pale, then flushed bright red with anger. The entire mansion began to shake as her emotions spiked, her telekinetic powers responding to her psychological turmoil. Books fell from shelves with thunderous crashes, windows rattling violently in their frames as her power built toward dangerous levels.
"Jean, you need to calm down!" Scott called out desperately, but his words were lost in the growing psychic maelstrom.
Everyone sprang into action. Storm spoke in soothing tones while Beast offered logical reassurances. Even Raven and Magneto moved to provide comfort. But the existential crisis was simply overwhelming for Jean to handle.
Jay walked over and placed his hand on top of Jean's head like she was an upset child, immediately suppressing her mutant abilities.
The shaking stopped instantly.
The scene became awkward as everyone found themselves clustered around Jean, attempting to comfort her, while Jay stood there with his hand on her head as if calming a frightened kid.
"You are who you are, regardless of what anyone else says," Jay said simply, his voice cutting through the uncomfortable silence. The conviction in his words seemed to reach something deep within Jean's psyche. Then he looked directly at Scott, seeming to peer straight into his soul with those unnervingly calm eyes. "Does this possibility change how you feel about her?"
"Not a chance," Scott responded immediately, his voice fierce with protective love. His hand found Jean's, squeezing gently. "I fell in love with who she is as a person, not her genetic code. Clone or not, she's still the same woman who laughs at my terrible jokes and makes me want to be better than I am."
"And Hank hasn't confirmed anything yet," Scott added more reasonably, his tone becoming gentler. "We're still dealing with theories and possibilities, not confirmed facts."
Jay removed his hand from Jean's head and turned to face Xavier and Erik directly, his expression growing grave. "What I'm about to share with you is highly confidential information. It cannot leave this room."
The air seemed to thicken with anticipation.
"The person most likely responsible for cloning Jean, if she is indeed a clone, is almost certainly Dr. Nathaniel Essex."
Xavier's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I'm not familiar with that name, and I've made it my business to catalog every geneticist and scientist working in mutant-related research fields."
"That's because he's a Victorian era biologist who became so knowledgeable about genetics and evolutionary biology that he essentially achieved immortality," Jay explained, his voice taking on the measured tone of someone delivering a lecture on an extremely dangerous subject. "He's obsessed with creating the 'perfect' mutant specimen, and he'll use any means necessary to achieve his goals." Jay's eyes grew distant, as if calculating terrible future implications. "He's had over a century to perfect his techniques and hide his work from people like you, Professor."
"That's simply impossible," Xavier said firmly, his voice carrying the authority of decades of experience. "No such expert is operating in mutant genetics. I would have detected their presence when I first manifested my powers and began searching for others like us. My cerebral implants, Cerebro, no one could hide from that level of psychic surveillance."
Jay's expression became almost playful. "He used to operate under another name; one you'd definitely recognize. For a significant period, he assumed the identity of Charles Darwin."
The room erupted in shocked murmurs and gasps. Beast's jaw dropped open, his usual eloquence completely abandoned.
"You're claiming that Charles Darwin was a mutant?" Beast managed to stammer.
"Not exactly," Jay replied carefully. "But Essex appropriated Darwin's identity for a time, using his legitimate scientific theories as cover for his real work, genetic manipulation and directed mutation research specifically designed to create and control mutant evolution."
His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "He's operated under many names across the centuries, many different identities, but in our current era, he goes by Mr. Sinister."
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