SUMMARY: Scott and Jean�s relationship gets rocky
FEEDBACK: Is groovy
NOTES: Written to �Everything I Wanted� by New Found Glory and �Brick� by
Ben Folds Five.
I can�t believe I just wrote a S/J fic. It didn�t start out that way, it
really didn�t. Dammit, all this comic book reading is actually making me
start to LIKE Jean, or at least appreciate her.
//Scott?// The voice in his head asked //Are you almost done in
When, he wondered, had the mind link between he and Jean stopped being
romantic and amazing, and started being tedious. When had he started
automatically shielding certain thoughts?
In the bedroom Jean was wondering the same thing. //Honey? Everything
�Fine!� Scott called out, �I�ll be out in a minute.� He opened the door and
looked at his fianc�e half-sitting, half-laying on their bed. He had courted
her fiercely, and never had been entirely certain wheteher she ended-up
falling for him, or had just grown tired of the game and given in. �It�s
all yours,� he gestured at the bathroom.
�Oh. I didn�t need to use it,� Jean explained, �I just missed you.�
�Oh,� Scott didn�t know how to respond to that. �So, are you ready to go to
�I thought maybe we could �eat in� this morning,� Jean raised an eyebrow
�We�ve �eaten in� for the past week. It�s getting kind of, routine,� Scott
explained, trying not to sound annoyed.
�You�re right. Well, maybe at lunch?� Jean suggested as the couple left
//Knock, knock// Jean announced as she entered Scott�s office.
�Hang on a sec Jean, I�m mid-sentence,� Scott informed her without looking
up. There was a pause, before he felt her gentle mental probing. �Jean!
Just. A. Minute!�
He quickly skimmed the rest of the student paper he was grading and
made a mental note to re-read Kitty�s essay. Just to be fair. �Okay, sorry.
�Oh, I just thought, you, me lunch?� Jean inquired. Scott looked down
at his half-finished sandwich.
�I�m sorry. I got caught up in these essays. Sorry Jean.� Scott hoped
he sounded properly rueful.
�Scott? Is everything, okay?�
�Yeah, fine,� Scott checked his mental shields once more. �Why do you
�You seem distant. Even your shields seem stronger,� Jean wore a
concerned expression, that even now Scott wasn�t sure was a mask of her true
�Just, work. Every year it seems like there�s more, you know?�
�Yeah. Okay sweetie, just don�t get too overworked. I miss you
sweetie,� Jean told him as she walked out the door.
Scott didn�t get back to work once Jean left. She had been everything
he wanted. The beautiful, perfect older woman. He hadn�t meant to lead her
on, he never really thought he would get her. Now that he had her he
couldn�t finish what he�d started. Jean would never be his wife, and she
probably wouldn�t be his fianc�e much longer. Scott knew it was his fault
that everything fell apart. Who knew, maybe this would be good for Jean.
More freedom, more time for her research.
Every day with Jean was becoming a chore. He didn�t have a lot of
experience with love, but he knew that considering your fianc�e to be a
chore was not really a good sign.
That evening they sat together on the dais at the Professor�s yearly
school benefit. Staring out at the mass of other people in formal wear, Jean
squeezed Scott�s hand. He felt more alone next to her than when they were
//We need to talk, don�t we Scott?// Jean asked.
//You need to know some things, yes. Just look in my mind, it would
//No. You�re the bad guy here Scott. You don�t get to have it easy.//
Jean informed him coolly.
//I understand.// Music began to play and Jean led Scott to the dance
floor. �This is almost uncomfortably civil,� Scott murmured with a platonic
smile at assorted guests.
�Civil?� Jean spoke harshly, quietly, but harshly. �This won�t be
civil for long.� She turned and lead Scott out of the ballroom, upstairs, to
their room. His things were packed. �Just because I�m a telepath doesn�t
mean I don�t deserve to be treated like a woman,� Jean crossed her arms and
�I didn�t want you to find out telepathically. I wanted to tell you
what I�ve been thinking. It�s not like I�m playing a game, or being
deliberately cruel,� Scott explained.
�Like being accidentally cruel is a big improvement?� Jean wondered
aloud. �You proposed to me. How did you change your mind in six months? Is
there someone else?�
�No. No there isn�t. I don�t know what to tell you Jean, I don�t know
how to justify this to you,� Scott apologized.
�Alright, I�ll try. I felt, feel suffocated. Like I got in over my
head with our relationship,� Jean smirked.
�Am I too much of a woman for you Scott?�
�Is there a right answer to that question?� Scott inquired
�I didn�t think so. I�m sorry Jean,� he looked helplessly at her.
�Me too,� she forced a smile, a sad, sad, smile.
�Are we� friends?� Scott asked, suddenly unwilling to loose Jean
�I don�t know. Sort of. Maybe. We�re buddies, I don�t think I trust
you yet,� Jean said sincerely.
�Buddies? Like beer and football?� Scott asked. Jean laughed.
�Yeah Scott, sorta like that.�
�Jean, lets not do this,� Scott said suddenly. �I�ll move out, fine.
I still need space. But lets not end it. Lets work on our friendship before
we give up.�
�You hurt me Scott,� Jean reproached.
�I know. But what good is a relationship that�s not worth fighting
for?� Scott asked.
�Your right. Okay, lets work on it,� Jean agreed.
Scott picked up a box of his stuff and kissed Jean on the cheek.
�Grab that other box, will you?�
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