Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: Lonely 1.3
Series: Driving Force
Distribution: Anyone who has my fic, anyone who asks
for it, http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/xfic.html
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or the song "Violet"
by Savage Garden
'Ship: Scott/other, mention of Logan/Jean
Summary: Scott finally finds someone who could help
him move on.
Feedback: to wilde_moon@...
Notes: The graphic for this story can be found at
If there's a way to infiltrate you
Sway your mind and complicate you
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie
Contemplate jealousy intermixed with urgency
A million things take a damned good shot at you and me
In a way, we're the same two people looking out to sea
For a wave that would carry all our fantasies
Scott stared at the pictures in his hands with tears
in his eyes. The first showed Jean holding a young
girl. Both were smiling, and the girl--Sarah--was
waving at the camera. She had dark hair and her
mother's eyes. The next again showed Jean holding the
little girl and Logan crouched beside her, one arm
around Jean's shoulder and one holding a young
boy--Nathaniel. The images blurred in Scott's vision
until he finally closed his eyes and took a deep
"Friends of yours?" Scott's eyes flew open and he
looked up to see the bookstore's newest clerk standing
over him, smiling. She pushed a strand of long brown
hair behind one ear and cocked her head to one side.
"You still with us, Scott? Can't expect us to
function without our fearless manager, can you?"
He allowed himself a smile and put the pictures back
in his wallet. "No, sure can't. Especially not you.
You'd probably burn the store down."
Violet laughed and then pretended to give Scott a
dirty look. "Hey, I'm not //that// bad. Most of the
"You can't tell me you haven't shorted out a computer
or two in your time."
Holding his hands up in mock surrender, Scott allowed,
"Alright, maybe a couple. But they started it."
"Sure they did." Violet glanced at the wallet Scott
had yet to return to his pocket but didn't ask again
about the pictures. "You know it's time to close now,
right? And do I get overtime for making you smile?
You're probably the hardest sell I've had all day."
"Hey, I'm not //that// bad," Scott echoed, rising to
close down the computers and ready the store for
another night of dormancy.
"Yes you are. You lack fun in your life, mister."
Violet nodded firmly. "Absolutely."
"I take it you have some idea as to how I can redeem
A smile crept across her delicate features and her
pale blue eyes sparkled. "Now that you mention it...
You could agree to go out with me sometime."
"That probably wouldn't be appropriate. I mean, I'm
"Live a little. Besides, //I// asked you. That
should take the weight off, right?"
Scott smiled. "I suppose so. And you're not going to
let me off the hook until I say yes either, are you?"
"Nope, not a chance, boss-man."
"In that case... it sounds like fun," Scott agreed.
"After work tomorrow, then. And we're not going
anyplace nice," Violet called over her shoulder as she
exited the shop. "Wear jeans."
Violet's smile was infectious, and Scott found himself
grinning back. //When was the last time you smiled
and really meant it?// "Ready."
"Good." Violet grabbed his hand and all but pulled
him away from the desk and out of the door, waiting
while he locked the door. "You're going to enjoy
yourself. You need it." She laced her arm through
his. "You have too nice a smile to go around frowning
Scott's expression sobered a little. "There's just a
"We've all had a lot of that, Scotty. You've just got
to remember that no matter how bad the past is, the
future is yours. You can make it better."
"That so?" Scott asked, good humor returning as he
looked at the beautiful woman at his side. It had
been so long since he felt at all attracted to anyone
that the sensation was almost foreign. //And why not?
She's sweet. You need someone to talk to again.
It's been so long...//
"Yep. And there's a carnival in your future, so get
ready for too much sugar and lots of tacky colors."
"I had a great time," Scott told Violet sincerely as
they approached her apartment.
She grinned, hugging the large pink teddy bear he'd
won her under one arm. "I told you you'd have fun.
This is me," she said, pointing toward one of the
first doors in the hallway. "So..."
Scott could actually feel himself blushing. //God,
Summers, how old are you anyway? It's the end of a
date. Remember what usually happens then?// He
smiled a bit self-consciously. "Sorry. I'm... it's
been a long time since-"
Before he could say anything else, Violet wrapped a
hand around the back of his neck and pulled him toward
her. "You think too much," she whispered before
pressing her lips to his. Scott's brain took several
moments to process the fact that they were kissing.
When it finally did, his arms slid around her, fingers
of one hand threading through her dark hair. After a
few minutes, they slowly parted. "For someone who's
supposed to be out of practice, you're awfully good at
Blushing again, Scott smiled. "Not so bad yourself."
Violet looked suddenly more serious. "Look... I know
it's only been the one date and that it's no big deal
in and of itself, maybe, but I've been through a lot
of weird, sucky relationships, and I don't feel like
getting stepped on again. So... Do I have against
Scott frowned. "Whose memory?"
She sighed and traced the line of his jaw with one
finger. "Whoever broke your heart. You love her a
lot, and I'm not trying to replace her. I just like
you. I want to give us a shot. So do we have one?"
"Yes." The answer came without hesitation, surprising
even Scott. He smiled at Violet, suddenly realizing
that he was ready. "We have a shot. I've... I'll
always love Jean, but she's not part of my life
anymore, just my past. I held on because I was too
scared to try again. I... thought that if I did, I'd
just get hurt again. I never understood why Jean
didn't want me. I just assumed that anyone else would
get tired of me too."
Violet nodded her understanding, dark eyes shining in
the dimly-lit hallway. "Seems to me you have enough
layers to take quite a while just finding them all. I
don't see me getting tired of you anytime soon."
I should have done this sooner, I know. It's been too
long. Maybe you don't even want this now. I couldn't
write sooner. I don't think my hand would have been
able to hold the pen. I couldn't call. I wouldn't
have been able to say anything.
It's different now, and I guess this is going to sound
abrupt and awkward. No getting around it. I'm
married. She's beautiful. Not just on the outside.
In that way, she's like you; what's inside is even
more amazing than what's outside. If it weren't for
her, I might not be writing. She yelled at me after I
explained us to her. She told me I was an idiot for
not contacting you.
I couldn't disagree with her. I've missed you more
than I ever thought I could miss anyone. I felt like
a piece of me was missing. I still do, really. But
I'm hoping we can start over as friends, be like we
were before we were us.
Ororo sent me pictures of the kids with you and Logan.
They're adorable, Jean. The two of you are going to
make amazing parents. I know it. I know how much you
always wanted kids. I'm glad you have them now. Tell
Logan he's a dick for me.
There will probably be just one more story set after
this ending. It'll explain a bit more about Violet...
Peace & Love,
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"Rogue, please. I like you. Don't make me stab you to death with a plastic hanger." ~from Dyce's fic 'The Godless Among Them'
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