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>>“Someone secretly wish for a handsome kidnapper?”

"You have no idea" she chuckled, glancing back at the paperwork balanced on her desk. She would finish it tomorrow. Hopefully.

Jorge handed her the flowers; she buried her nose in them and smiled. It had been a very long time since he had brought her flowers. It was nice.
He deserved a kiss for that alone.

>>“Trust me. If it isn’t, I’ll arrest whoever attempts to give you any.”

"What are we waiting for?" she grinned, kissing him on the cheek this time "I need to go change. I'll meet you in the foyer. Give me two minutes."

Two minutes were enough to brush her hair, change into a decent dress that matched his shirt, freshen up, put the flowers in a vase, and walk down from her room to the foyer. That is how good Gemma taylor was at these things.
Smiling, she took his hand.

"So, where are we going?"

>>“Daughter of Cain! You care to speak to me with such a retched tongue!! Your kind should have never been removed from the dark continents! You dare to speak to me? To keep me away from my own daughter!! She is a hellspawn!! Her presence quickens the End of Days!”

Gemma's eyes narrowed. The woman did not even realize how deep a hole she was digging for herself. Double racism and religious fanatism? Please.
The witch was going down.

>>“I will spill anyone’s blood who keeps me from doing my HOLY DUTY!!”

She did not expect the cross. She only had time to brace herself for the stab, shocked that the woman would really go so far as murder. The newt moment, Andrew was pulling her out of the way.
And then, Andrew was stabbed.

>>"Drew!... Y-you can't have her. A-and h-how dare you st-stab my friend."

By the time Gemma was on her feet again, a very scared and very determined little gargoyle was standing between them and the enemy. Blood was dripping from the blade, and Andrew was on the floor, a patch of red soaking into the carpet.

Red.

"It's okay, Gina" she stepped up next to the girl, prying the Bible from her fingers. Her voice was calm, so dangerously calm. The woman must have surprised herself by actually stabbin a kid; she just stood there, with a triumphant smile.

"Agnes, Gina, take Andrew out of here to Doc. And then call the NYPD. Ask for Detective Cervantes and the MRC. Go."

As soon as the sentence was over, the Bible swung out in a wide arc and collided with the woman's face. The little gargoyle was right. It really made a suitable weapon. Gemma advanced like an avalanche combined with a mother bear, she twisted, the pulled, and then the woman was backing away from the point of her own blade at her throat until her back hit a bookshelf.

"I don't think I have introduced myself" Gemma kept the blade at her throat, but made sure she could also see the other two from the corner of her eyes "My name is Gemma Taylor, and I am the guidance counselor of the school. I am responsible for all the children, and the staff as well. I am an adapted human, as you saw with your pathetic excuse for an angel, my power is to cancel mutant abilities. That would put me on your side of the crusade, right?"

She glared down the woman, just to make sure she understood.

"I guess it does. So, right now, I guess I am the only thing standing between you and the warth of a few dozen mutants who will soon know that you tried to murder one of their own. See, the problem is, I am not going to be here forever." she leaned against the bookshelf, her hand inches next to her head "Barely just till the police arrives to take you all to prison for life. If they are quick enough, that is." she leaned even closer "Nobody. Hurts. My children."

The clock was ticking.

Granny laughed. Gemma was surprised; she did not intend to say anything that funny. But the old lady was clearly having fun, so she smiled too, and waited for her to answer her offer. She really was a weird.

>>“No you would not be. I have been a sizable horror all day long. You probably fear what the kids would learn from me. I can tell you though, if you need old people where you are, Ill be happy to come along. And maybe be something less of a horror. With the young ones.”

And then, Gemma laughed too. Granny was not your average jovial grandmother; she was a trickster, and fully aware of it. She was also honest, at least right now, Gemma could tell that much. And definitely the kind of strong woman who could keep the kids in line.
(In line for what?)
gemma had been playing with the idea for a very long time - having another counselor to take at least part of the job. Not like she was getting bored of it or anything; but she was the only one taking care of things, and if anything happened to her, the Mansion would just fall apart. She was sure of that.
So.

"All right" she said, still chuckling "As I said, you are welcome to take a look at the Mansion. We have the best and the worst kids in the country. I feel like I could use some help."

>>“Well now I would have to behave like a rational adult then, would I not? I think I can manage that. Honestly, considering that my current accommodation, I would be delighted at being allowed to visit.”

What am I doing?...

Gemma wondered as she glanced around, trying to guess who Granny would trick next, with her powers. The last thing she needed in the Mansion was an old and experienced mutant to teach kids how to misbehave professionally.
Why did she have to be a telekinetic? A trickster with a useful mutation was worse than a trickster with a simply annoying one. Although, when it came to tricksters, all powers seemed to have their own creative uses...

"We would be happy to have you" she answered with a smile "Most kids don't have a family outside the Mansion... not one that accepts them, anyway... and even the team leaders are quite young. I think grown-ups would have a good influence on them."

Good being the operative word.

>>“I look a bit out-of place, don't I?”

"You could be a professor" Gemma pointed out with a smile "Or a guest lecturer. One can never know at a campus like this."

Granny could just pull of that look of being the expert of something. Disposing of student bodies, most likely, no pun intended.

Gemma ordered a much deserved coffee and allowed herself to sit back and relax for a moment.

"Sometimes I feel like I am responsible for way too many mutant children" she confided "And then I realize that I am."

She chuckled. God I love my job.

"Them, and the grown-ups too."

>> “As a whole or recently? Recently its been three days. The last time I was here was, oh, in the 50's. New York has changed very much.”

"Oh." Gemma nodded. So Granny was last here before she was even born. That was an interesting thought right there.

>> “The children look like they found a new toy.”

Said children with the said toy retreated with an alarming speed. Gemma smirked.

"And you returned now to take courses in Chemistry? That's an admirable choice for a pastime" she chuckled, opening the trunk of her car for the box.

That was the last thing she wanted to do when she was old. Go back to school to study chemistry. Ew.

"Well, welcome to New York again, then" she smiled, closing the trunk once the box was inside "Where would you like to go?"