*Story information and disclaimer can be found in part 1.*
It was almost one o'clock when Scott and Jean returned to the
Scott was, mildly expressed, drunk as a skunk, and Jean seriously
wondered if she would get him up to the room on her own.
Only to get him from the car to the front door had been a grim
Scott's condition was simply deplorable. Jean found no other
to describe it. He could scarcely stand up without help, and howled
and laughed and sang stupid songs with a voice at least three times
as loud as his usual one.
After a few steps inside the lobby, he fell down flat onto his
stomach. The laughter and the songs he had been singing stuck in his
throat, and instead he gave a long, drawn-out cry with pain.
- Aoah! he cried when he fell and his glasses painfully pressed
into the bridge of his nose. It throbbed and pounded inside his head
and to get up now seemed impossible. If he tried to stand now he
would probably faint or vomit. Or die, it felt.
Jean's voice that reached his ears sounded distant and
- Scott! she said swiftly, get up! You can't lie down here and
sleep, you have to get up to our room! You hear me? You have to get
Jean was not exactly sober either, and she could feel that, but
then she thought Scott had drunk at least five times as much as she
had. She bent down and grabbed his arm and pulled.
- Leave me alone, Jeannie... Scott slurred. I wanna sleep... lemme
- You can sleep when I've gotten you up! Jean replied angrily.
Now Scott didn't even answer anymore. Jean used her telekinetic
power to pull him up into a sitting position on the floor. Scott
objected by whimpering and moaning.
- Do I have to get Logan, so he can carry you upstairs? she asked
imploringly, and thought maybe the thought of being carried by Logan
would get him going.
And Jean was right, at least partially.
- No, not him... Scott slurred. Not...Logan...please...Jeannie...
- But get up and come on then! Jean said harshly and pulled his
elbow again, and this time she actually managed to get him to his
feet, although he was far from steady. She placed her arm around his
waist and managed to get his arms around her shoulders.
Then she slowly started to lead him toward the elevator. Taking the
stairs was no alternative. Maybe Scott would fall and break his neck.
I wonder if Magneto is here yet, Jean asked herself while she stood
in the elevator, on her way up, holding a ramshackle Scott, trying to
keep him from collapsing.
I recall Charles said he would come today. But has he? Very well,
never mind. It's not the time to think of that.
Scott didn't think of Magneto at all. He didn't even
was someone by that name. All he could think of was to lie down and
go to sleep.
A steady, continuous pain throbbed in his head. He wanted to vomit,
and Jean could sense that. She realized there wasn't much time.
She managed to get Scott out, and half-carried, half-dragged him
into their bedroom, located on the second floor, among all the other
Logan and Rogue lived only a few doors away, and Storm did the
Jean gently placed the almost unconscious Cyclops on the bed, and
then hurried to the medicine cupboard to fix him an aspirin.
She was away two minutes at the most, but when Jean returned with a
tablet hissing and bubbling in a glass of water, Scott had dropped
He lay on his stomach in the bed, with his face in the pillow,
pulling long, deep snoring breaths. He was completely out. Probably
it wasn't even possible to wake him up. Jean didn't even try.
She drank her medicine herself to ease her own hangover and looked
at her dashed boyfriend with pity.
- Well, you know, Scott, you will have a hellish day tomorrow, she
Then she lay down to sleep as well.