Jean closed her eyes, both hands settling on either side of his forehead gently. Was she scared of what she would see there floating in his brain? Everyone had secrets, even Jean herself, and she was never one to judge. Perhaps if she had known the boy that sat upon the bed was related to her mentor's greatest enemy, she may never have allowed herself to reach such a comfort level with him. But she didn't know that...not yet.
It was like slamming into cold water at first, numbing and painful, but slowly her head adjusted to floating in his own thought patterns and streams. It was a major change from the last time and she reveled in the ability to finally put the words together into concrete sentences and finally make connections she could only guess at before. Images filled her mind, glimpses of the grandfather he had and the relationship between Polaris and himself. The confrontation made sense now, but so did the power connections they had so blatantly denied before.
Suddenly, she was caught with the smell of fire and tased the ash in her mouth. The explosion rocked her ears and she couldn't stop the surprise from filling her thoughts at the sight of seeing him racing from the SHIELD base that now lay in shambles. Anyone else would have pulled out and threw the silver hared teen out right there, but Jean could never judge someone so quickly. She felt the regret at the memory and that was enough for her.
Trembling, the teen slowly withdrew from the speedster's mind and sank back against the pillows, red strands falling around her face. Her head was still spinning and she took a shaky breath to gain control again.