Summary: Based on Scott's line "If anything happens to you.. I'll
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, you know the drill.
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Spoilers: The movie... rock on!!
Author's Note: This is my first X-Men fic. Constructive criticism,
please. BEHOLD AS I COMBINE DANGER AND ROMANCE ALL IN THE SAME
STORY!! (not to mention *SEX DRUGS N' ROCK N' ROLLLLL!*) This is the
product of a mind that just watched X-Men and has been itching to
right a fan fic for a while. I'm running on fumes also... but for
some reason my body tells me to stay up and write at freakin' 12:12
in the morning. Damn creative inspiration.
Rated: R for naughty language and general situation both good (S/J,
but nothing that bad) and bad (S getting the tar beaten out of him)
Author's Note: Logan isn't back in the beginning of the story.
~*~X Chapter 1 X~*~
Scott Summers felt a breath on his face. A light tingling sensation
almost as faint as the glow of the energy in his eyes. Dismissing it,
his mind settled back into the tendrils of sleep... But the breath
soon became a feeling of gentle kisses on his cheek bone.
Jean smiled as his visor slowly lit up with red. "Hi." she stated.
"Hello," he answered back, the traces of a smile turning up his
mouth, "Something you wanted?"
"You." she smiled as she kissed him and wrapped herself around him,
entwining his long limbs in hers, "Good morning."
"This is a nice way to wake up every morning." he buried himself in
the red tuffs of hair in his face.
"Too bad it's Monday." her voice dropped glumly, "I could think of
better ways to spend the morning."
Scott smiled and started to kiss her neck, "So.." kiss "..could.."
kiss "..I..". She laughed and pulled him over to cover herself with
him. There's nothing like a human Scott-blanket in the morning, she
thought to herself. "I love you." she hummed as he worked his way up
"Love... you too." he caught his breath slightly before going back to
her smooth neck, "You know... I don't have classes for an hour."
"Are you sure you won't be late?"
"So I'll be late." he grinned into her shoulder. He was amazed at how
much she changed him in just the few months they'd lived together. He
went from sleeping rigid to spooning around her warm body in no time
and being annoyingly punctual to a few minutes late from partaking in
Life was great.
"Sir?" A man servant asked timidly, a hint of fear in the man's voice.
"Yes?" the shadow said coldly.
"We have the... information... you wanted." he said as he cautiously
approached the tall figure and handed him an envelope.
"Very well. You're dismissed." he said absentmindedly as he tore into
the paper. Ever since he'd first gotten word of Magneto's
imprisonment, he'd found a guard or two that could use some extra
cash working as corespondents. It hadn't been easy, but with some
effort that he didn't mind, he managed to scrounge up a few in the
high isolation plastic prison.
Ever since he first got a message to Magneto, he had been planning.
He knew that it was impossible to get Magneto out of the jailhouse,
but they soon came to an agreement. Magneto didn't really care
whether it was him or some other fiend that exacted revenge on Xavier
as long as he was able to prove himself right... Some day someone
would come to his precious school, and now, the time was winding
closely to the day.
Everett Windstrom stood tall by the high glass windows overlooking
the ocean. He mentally went over plans to make sure that nothing was
to go wrong. They were to go to Xavier's School and get a single
mutant at a time... starting with Xavier's most cherished student.
The one who had fought and injured Magneto. The one the Professor had
adopted as his son when no others would love him.
Xavier sat in his wheelchair in his study, silently going over the
days plans of training exercises and Physics classes. He found it
amazing how quickly one day could slip from his grasp with such
speed. Hearing the door open, he maneuvered the chair to see who was
He noticed, however, that he was being addressed by the barrel of a
gun. Freezing, he looked at the owner, and instantly recognized
him. "Everett... it's been a long time." he said without a hint of
"Yes. It has, Xavier." Windstrom smiled a small amount, "I believe
it's been 6 years since you last tried to kill me."
"I would have never tried if you wouldn't have wondered off the path
so much with Magneto." Xavier crossed his hands in his lap. "Is there
something you wish to discuss?"
"No... not really. Magneto just wanted me to pay you a little visit,
oh... and I hope you don't mind if we borrow an X-Man or two." his
mouth turned into one of the most horrible smiles Xavier had ever
seen, "But we can't have you running around getting into trouble, now
Everett quickly cocked the gun and shot. Xavier was surprised when
not a bullet but a tranquilizer flew at him, hitting him square into
the chest. Chuckling for a few seconds, Everett turned on his heel
and made his way out as the Professor started to slump into his
Scott jogged down the hallway, silently cursing himself for getting
pulled into making love to Jean in the morning... not that he
regretted it that much. Walking into his murmuring classroom, he
greeted his class with a smile. The students looked around and
wondered why he was so damn happy this hour of the morning, but said
The morning went by quickly in the mansions garage, as the students
listened to Scott happily talk on about engines and fuel valves.
Rogue sat in the back, wondering what ever made her take mechanics in
the first place. She didn't really have the urge to know that much
about fixing a motorcycle. I guess I just thought Logan would be
proud if I did, she reminded herself. Glancing up, she noticed that
Scott had frozen in mid sentence.
Scott felt a sudden tingling sensation in the back of his mind. A
faint voice strained out, Get the students to their rooms... hurry...
and the familiar voice was gone. Scott tried to yell to Xavier in his
mind, telling him to answer him. When he got no answer but the
ringing of silence he turned back to his class. "Students, I want you
to get to your rooms as fast as you inhumanly can and lock the doors.
DO NOT OPEN THEM TO ANYONE. Go!"
The students immediately jumped out of their desks, having witnessed
the few times the Mr. Summers ever yelled. Scurrying through the
halls, they found that many of the other classes had gotten out as
Scott ran through the hallways, finally finding Storm with a group of
students, trying to tell the younger kids that it was an emergency.
Jogging up to her, he asked if she got Xavier's message too.
"Yes, I did. What do you think is wrong?" she asked. Her question was
answered as there was a faint grumble of engines coming at the
school. They both ran outside, seeing humvees pull up, men bailing
off the sides. The two X-Men glanced at each other before turning and
retreating quickly back into the seemingly deserted house.
"Scott, go check to see if everyone's in their rooms and get your
visor, I'll try to delay them." she said as her eyes began to glow.
Scott ran towards the direction of his room, hoping to find Jean.
Bursting in, he found it need and empty. He inwardly sighed but ran
to the dresser to grab his battle visor. Mentally yelling out to
Jean, he got no answer. Figuring that she was too far away and
couldn't hear him since her mental capability wasn't as strong as
Adjusting his visor on his head, he scanned the hallways near him and
went down to the students section of the mansion. Finding it
thankfully empty, he steered himself towards the noises that were
coming from downstairs. It seemed that Storm was having trouble
keeping the soldiers at bay.
Getting to a window, he shot through it and hit a few people before
he was met with a volley of bullets heading towards him. Running from
the window, he ran towards the front door where Storm was trying to
hold her own.
Running down the staircase, he encountered Jean standing at the
bottom of the stairs, her eyes wide with terror. He instantly froze
on the fourth step, cautiously approaching the landing. "Jean?" he
said softly, "What is it?"
Run, Scott! Run! His link with her screamed at him. Before he had
time to learn more, a man that would haunt his memories later on
stepped out of the shadows.
"Yes, Scott. Run, but I must warn you: if you feel the overwhelming
urge, you'll be sacrificing a few lives." he put his hand up and two
men dragged Storm into the room, two guns pointed straight at her
"What do you want?" he said evenly, still locking eyes with Jean's.
"You, you foolish boy." he said coldly. Scott remembered when that
line meant something all together different and flinched. Everett's
apparent ability was the same as Jean's, though stronger, as he
noticed his line of thoughts. "You know, Scott... it's only a matter
of time before she leaves you too, you know." He knew he hit a cord
with him as his nose flared slightly.
"No, she won't." his voice betrayed him slightly through the small
"Everyone else has, haven't they? Your mother, father, any other
relative you've ever known. You'll be alone again no matter what."
Everett snickered as he could feel Scott's anger growing deep as he
flung horrible memories in his face, "And yet... you're still ready
to die for all of them."
"Because I know she won't leave me, you son of a bitch." Scott spat,
his hand still on his visor.
"Believe what you wish." he dragged Scott forward with a motion of
his hand. "I'm going to make you a deal. You come with us and we'll
leave rather quietly."
"And go where, exactly?"
"If you come, you'll find out." He could see the younger man's brain
turning the information over in his head. His hand drifted down from
his visor slowly but surely. Windstrom grinned widely. "Thank you."
"Let's go, then." He said coldly and two more men came to his sides
with guns, latching on to his arms. Everett started walking towards
the front door and murmured, "Kill the girl."
Like a flash Scott was struggling against the two goonies, thrashing
as best he could and yelling, "You son of a bitch! Let them go, you
bastard!" Ripping his arms away, he shot one of the men, but was
suddenly surrounded by Windstrom's soldiers. He noticed that no guns
had yet gone off at either Storm or Jean.
"Ah, young man. Still willing to die for them, are you?" Everett took
out a gun, "I was hoping this would be a last resort." He pulled the
Scott was suddenly aware of his chest bursting with flames of searing
pain. He slumped against the soldiers, still trying to fight against
them, though he found that he was quickly becoming numb. Jean
screamed at him, pleading with him not to die. Don't worry, Love.
I'll ... be back... I promise. I... love... you...His mind's whisper
faded off as he sunk down to the ground.
Windstrom turned back to the two remaining X-Men, "You just keep
hoping he'll be back, Ms. Grey. Good bye for now." With a fling of
his arm, he sent Storm and Jean lashing against a wall so fiercely he
knocked them both unconscious.
The only thing that Scott was aware of was the amazing pressure in
his eyes that was steadily building. He hadn't opened his eyes since
he was unconscious at the mansion, and his powers weren't happy about
it. He squirmed as much as he could chained and strapped tightly down
to the hard table. The duct tape over his eyes was becoming more
uncomfortable by the second.
"You know... we would take that awful tape off... if we knew you
wouldn't try to kill everyone around you again." a voice in the
"Why shouldn't I try?" his voice was grainy from being parched since
he was brought here. He had no way of knowing it, but he had been
there about a week. The only thing that he had to mark his days was
Everett coming into his room to pollute his mind with horrible images
and the guards coming and going to make more blooming bruises on his
"I suppose you're right." Everett spoke, "But I think it's better for
you to stay in the dark. Makes it harder for you to know where the
next..." he paused to smash a fist down on the barely healing gunshot
wound as Scott sucked in breathe and refused to scream, "...attack is
Everett went behind the X-Man's shuddering body and slowly put his
hands by his temple's. "Now, young boy. Who shall you see today?"
In a darkened room, there sat Jean. There was no way of knowing it
because of the darkness, but she wore one of Scott's shirts over her
own and she was curled up clutching his glasses. Silently, tears slid
by unheaded by their maker.
The door slowly opened with a creak, and Logan poked his upper body
through slowly. "Jean?" he asked timidly, approaching the bed where
she was curled up in the center, "Jean?"
"Hi, Logan. I see you've... found your way back." she sniffed.
"Yeah.. it, uh, got pretty lonely on the road. An' since this is the
only place I thought to come.. here I am, I guess." he looked down,
unable to look at her, "The Professor, uh.. told me.. about Scott.
"You don't have to say that." came a muffled reply as she still
stared forward at the window, "I know you didn't exactly like each
"Actually... I didn't exactly dislike him either. Just someone to rip
on, I guess." he faded off into silence. He slowly approached the bed
more, "Are you okay?"
"I can still feel him, you know." the reply startled him. Did she
lose it? he thought. "No, I'm not nuts yet. I have a link with him,
Logan. One of those telepathic powers. I can still feel it sometimes.
All I feel is his pain when I can feel it, though, other times he's
unconscious. I almost wish that I never started it... but then... I
wouldn't have any connection to him at all."
Logan didn't know what to say. What could you say to an explanation
like that? The almost widow is telling you that she can still feel
her tortured lover... what next? "Can you.. uh.. talk to him?"
"No. I've heard him say my name once, but it was all before it was
pushed out by suffering... I think they can tell when he tries.
Bastards." she shook with a silenced sob. He wanted to help her
somehow. He had to get her mind off of the supposed pain she felt.
"I've been talking to Rogue, and she said that all of the students
are really torn without him." he told her gently, "She said that
they'd never admit it, but he was their favorite teacher."
She let something out that somewhat resembled a short laugh. "He's
good with kids. Well, one's that aren't terrified of him."
"I never really pinned him as the father figure type." Logan said,
moving to sit down on the bed.
"He really loves the kids." Jean said with a hint of happiness in her
voice. Logan noticed how she always remembered to talk of him in
present tense. She wasn't going to acknowledge that Scotty might not
be coming back until she held his cold body. "He always said he wants
a big family."
"I'm sure you'll get the chance." Logan tried to give her hope. God
knew she really needed some right now.
"I hope so." she finally let out a choked sob, "God, I miss him so
much." Tears fell fast from her reddened eyes. "The Professor keeps
trying to find him with Cerebro. He says that however Magneto blocked
Cerebro, he told the man that took Scott how to do it. I'm terrified
that one morning I'll wake up and I'll know... they've finally...
"You'll find him, Jean. He'll be okay." Logan put a hand on her
"Please keep your promise, Scott... Please..." she cried into his
shirt, pulling his glasses to her chest even harder.
It had been 13 days, Scott guessed. 13 days of rotting in utter hell
on Earth. He couldn't stand to even twitch the wrong way anymore, for
fear of having dry heaves from his long since empty stomach. The only
movement he made was the involuntary shuddering and shaking that was
He had stopped trying to contact Jean or Xavier when he found out
that Windstrom (as he had learned his name was), could tell when he
tried and immediately sent guards to punish him for such rude
behavior. Scott didn't know if he could stand it anymore... between
constant beatings and the mental images that Everett was constantly
plaguing his mind with, he felt like he would die at any second.
The heavy metal door lurched open and Scott's muscles instinctively
tightened all over his battered body. There was an audible gasp and
he tried to speak through his cracked lips, "Please... no..."
He was silenced by a low 'sshh'. He stopped talking at once and slow
footsteps came towards him. There was a soft hand at his face and he
tried to turn his head away in fear. "Noo.." he moaned. There was
more movement before he felt a soft, warm rag being pressed against
his cheek where the duct tape started.
"I'm here to help." the entity spoke, "You have to be quiet now."
For the rest of the procedure, he was silent except for a few times
when his skin was pulled painfully. The careful hands slowly undid
all of the binding over his eyes. "Open your eyes." the decidedly
woman voice told him.
"Can't... kill you." he rasped.
"No, you've been down here too long. Your eyes have stopped producing
the energy in them." he was told. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered,
squinting against even the low light in the room. She looked down at
him in wonder. All she was to him was a lighter blur against the dark
exterior of the walls. As she looked on, his dark blue eyes flickered
with red spots. His pupils were so shrunken that they were mere dots
in a vast ocean of blue.
"We've got to get you out of here." she stated, and began frantically
undoing the rest of the straps around his body. "I'm Dr. Cameron.
I've worked with Everett Windstrom for a time now, not knowing that
this is what he was doing with my research."
"Are you getting me out of here?" Scott asked.
"Yes. Try to stand." she directed him, although he could barely see.
His shaky legs came down against the cement floor. He attempted to
stand, clutching the table fiercely.
"Thank you." he managed to say when he had steadied himself enough,
his broken ribs protested such movement greatly.
"We're not out yet." she said and through his arm around her
shoulders. "I got the guards down with a gas, they're not going to be
out for much longer, and I don't know when Windstrom is coming back.
We have to _move_."
Scott hobbled slowly towards the door, but getting better as they
made their way up a flight of stairs. The came to a door on the first
floor of the complex with a number code lock on it.
"SHIT!" Cameron swore, "I came in the back way and we don't have time
to get back to it."
"Try the code 45-67-33." he gave a slight smile, "I heard it when
they dragged me in."
She quickly typed in the numbers and grinned as it opened. Throwing
Scott's arm around her again, she pulled him to her waiting car.
I'm coming, Scott thought, Jean, I'm coming.
~*~X Chapter 2 X~*~
The car ride was full of turns and bumps that threw pressure against
Scott's already damaged stomach and ribs. "I don't think I can take
much more of this." Scott mumbled out painfully.
"We're almost there." Dr. Cameron said with hope.
Coming to the beginning of the grounds of the school, she slowed her
car. "I have to let you go here. I'll go see if Windstrom is coming,
go as fast as you can."
"Thank you so much." Scott said while trying to get out of the car as
fast as he could, "I'll never see you again, most likely, so I don't
know what to say to thank you."
"Say you won't get caught by Everett again." she said, "Oh, and take
your visor. Must have cost a fortune with the ruby in it. Your eyes
will start working in a few days, I think."
"I won't get anywhere near Everett again. Goodbye." Scott said,
taking his battle visor from her and turning towards the grounds. He
heard the car take off behind him, but all he could concentrate on
was that he was almost home.
After walking for what seemed to be forever, he could spot a bench a
few hundred yards away. It looked like Rogue was sitting in it. He
mentally willed himself to keep going, to get his ass home to get to
Desperately, he pushed himself further. But his body didn't want to
cooperate, it had been through so much that it couldn't take another
step, no matter how much the mind wanted to go. He dropped to his
knees sweating and breathing heavy. He watched as Rogue's distant
figure got up.
ROGUE!! he screamed mentally at her, TURN AROUND!! Seeing that she
had started to turn, he smiled. He didn't think that would have
actually worked. Maybe it was luck, but for now, he knew she saw him.
Collapsing on the ground once he knew rescue was imminent, he stared
up at the sky trying to breathe evenly. Footsteps ran towards him
faster and faster.
"Mr. Summers!!" Rogue yelled questioningly.
"Rogue..." his voice had started to cave in again.
"It's you! You're back!" Rogue shouted, a tear slipping down her
cheek. The moment was shattered, however as a car drove down into the
driveway. Scott looked at the car long and hard. It was Everett's.
"NO!" Scott yelled weakly, "He's back."
"Who is?" Rogue asked fearfully. Scott's mind turned quickly. No one
was outside but Rogue. No one to help him, and it looked like Everett
had spotted him. The car door opened and he stepped out. Thank god he
didn't have any soldiers with him though.
"Rogue... The man that took me... is coming..." he shuddered out, "I
can't... fight him. Run, please."
"I can't leave you here!" she cried.
"What can you do? Drag me to the house? Neither of us would make it.
Please go." Scott weakly pushed her away from him.
"Why don't you just..." she stopped. For the first time she noticed
that he wasn't wearing his battle visor, but instead it was in his
hand. "You can't shoot him."
"I know. I'm too weak to fight him." he hated admitting that he was
weak, but he was trying desperately to get Rogue out of there.
Windstrom was walking painstakingly slow towards them, grinning like
"Then I'll do it!" she shouted, "I'll take your god damn power and
shoot his fucking head off!"
He looked at her, she had such rage inside of her.. because of him.
He didn't know what to do. It was the only way that he had a chance
of getting out of this, but he didn't know if it would work. He made
up his mind suddenly. Scott took his visor and clicked it to full.
"Here. Put this on, as soon as you get him lined up, press the button
on the right." she took off her glove slowly, more tears slipping
down her pale face, "Rogue... If I don't make it.. tell Jean that I
love her... very, very much..." He closed is eyes, getting ready for
She reached her hand towards him, touching his tensed forehead. Scott
froze. It was as if his whole body was being pulled out through the
one spot of touch that Rogue had on him. His whole body locked up and
he thought one thing.
I love you, Jean. I'll try not to break my promise.
Jean sat by the window of their room. She refused to think of it as
HER room. It implied that no one would share it with her again. Ororo
had finally convinced her to get dressed in her own clothes and go
outside. It had been a long walk, but all she could think about was
Scott and the last time they had been in the exact spot.
She strolled around her room, finally thinking of what a mess things
were. She had been cleaning for only a few minutes when she found
them again. His glasses. Her stomach locked up and her heart stopped.
No matter how many times she saw them, she couldn't stop the feelings.
Then Jean heard it.
I love you, Jean. I'll try not to break my promise. The unused mind
connection cracked and fizzed to life.
She froze. Scott? she sent out. She fearfully tried again, not
getting an answer. She heard something else then... Rogue's thoughts.
What's going on? she thought confused. She heard Rogue say she was
outside by the bench in the basketball courts.
Not knowing what else to do, she ran out the door, still hanging on
to Scott's glasses. Tearing through the house, she saw Logan. He
stared at her, question in his eyes.
"Something's going on by the basketball court." she said and started
She burst out of the back door, seeing a sight she wouldn't soon
forget. She saw Rogue turn to the man... That damn asshole! Jean
thought. He was the one that took Scott. She would never forget his
Rogue turned and Jean was surprised as she had Scott's battle visor
on. Logan looked equally confused at her side, but Jean started
racing towards the crumpled form behind her. As she was streaking
over the tar of the court, Rogue put her hand up to the visor release
trigger and pressed it.
Jean jolted to a stop. Rogue had just killed Windstrom with... her
eyes? What was going on? Windstrom's body flew back about 10 yards
into his car with a sickening thud. "Rogue?" she asked.
Rogue turned sharply around, tear tracks on her face, "Mr. Summers..
he told me.. Is he okay?" her voice shook with her shoulders. Jean
turned and saw Scott. She walked up to him with shaking knees. She
prayed hard that he was alive.
"Oh my God... SCOTT!!" she yelled as she dropped down next to him,
carefully pulling him to her chest, "Please, Scott! Answer me!"
She got a slight shudder and he faintly moaned. Jean turned to
Logan, "Help me get him in the house. He needs to get to the
Logan quickly got Scott's legs as Jean pulled up his upper
body. "Please hold on." she whispered and pressed a kiss against his
forehead. Behind them, Rogue bit her lip, horrified that they were
mad at her for doing what she did.
"Dr. Grey, I'm so sorry. He told me to leave but... I couldn't! That
guy.." she sniffed as she followed the rapidly moving pair.
"Marie," she addressed seriously, "this isn't your fault. Scott told
you what to do and it was a wise decision. If you wouldn't have done
this, that bastard would have him by now."
"Jean..." Logan paused as Jean turned her head, "is he supposed to be
blue like that?"
"NO!" she screamed and lowered him onto the ground, Logan following
suit. She checked his pulse and she let out a cry as she started CPR.
She pushed his chest hard, trying to get his heart to start. By now,
students had heard the commotion and were trying to decide what was
weirder: the fact that Rogue was wearing their suddenly reappeared
teachers visor or that the teacher was being used as a CPR dummy.
Jean's desperate attempts were failing as tears began rolling hard
through her eyes, making it hard to see. A student made her way
through the crowd. "Ms. Grey? I can help." they said. Jean looked up,
it was Maura Wilks. The human lightning beam to most.
"Maura.. this isn't the best time." Jean said, a little more bite in
her words that she meant.
"Need some defribrillators?" she said, she put her hands above her
fallen teachers heart. Suddenly her hands glowed and a shock traveled
from her hands to Scott's chest. His body jumped off the ground and
Jean breathed into his mouth before feeling for a pulse.
"Do it again, dammit!" she yelled. Maura complied and shocked Mr.
Summers, amazing her fellow students and teachers with her calmness.
As Jean knelt to breathe for him again, his body shook and he jerked
"Okay, let's get him to the basement." she announced and they began
moving the groggy man more. Scott looked around, woozy with a
tingling in his chest and pains all over. He looked up, straight into
his angel's eyes.
Smiling, he gazed up at her and before slipping back unconscious, he
whispered, "You're even more beautiful in color."
Everyone including the students were too happy to see their teacher
back to notice that off in front of the Xavier School, Windstrom's
car was missing.
~*~X Chapter 3 (gonna get mushy, but please stay)X~*~
It had been three days. Three days and Jean had hardly left his
bedside. Logan was wondering how she could stand to sit in the room
where the only movement was breathing, Rogue was beside herself with
guilt, and Maura thought she killed him by shocking him to hard.
Jean knew he would come. Scott was never one to break his promises
and she was going to sit vigil until he woke up. She tried once to
look into his mind, but with one flash of images that Everett had
implanted there sent her screaming from his mind.
Logan had visited a few times to see how they were both doing.
Nothing changed much, really. It was just a matter of time until he
woke up. He can't possible stay in a coma much longer.. She reminded
herself every day.
On the sixth day he had been in the infirmary, Jean sat down at 9:15
to start her daily ritual of talking to him, trying to talk him out
of dying. She was just telling him how the students really wanted his
iron fist back in school, something happened. His 'iron fist' jumped
and flexed in hers.
Her breathe quickened as his eyes began to move under his eyelids.
Fluttering like a model's, his eyes slowly opened. She gasped as she
finally had time to look at his eyes. She'd only seen them a total of
two times before this, and she had the times permanently stored in
her memory box for eternity.
His head started to roll towards her and his eyes widened. "Jean! You
didn't leave! God, I love you so much... please don't leave." he
pleaded with her as she pulled him against her.
"I'd never leave you, Scott. I love you more than life itself. You're
the one who I was worried was leaving." Jean sputtered out through
"Promise not to go anywhere if you don't." he muttered into her
"Promise." she sobbed and kissed him with passion that she'd had pent
up inside her for almost three weeks.
"Mmm... I can see you..." he sighed into her mouth, "...in color now."
"And I can see your eyes. They're so beautiful." She kissed his
eyelids for good measure.
"So are you." He hugged her to him. The soreness numbed by the
morphine, he leaned back on his cot. "Too bad I'm hung up in a
hospital cot now."
"Don't worry... I'll repay you in full later." She laughed, but was
interrupted by a loud throat clearing in the door.
"Hello.. um.. Professor." Scott blushed and Jean smiled at one of the
miracles of the world.
"Hello, Scott. Nice to see you're functioning again." Xavier gave a
big grin as he crossed the room. Jean and Scott looked away, turning
the color of roses. "Anyway, I just came down here to see how you
both were doing. Apparently quite well."
"Very well." Scott recovered.
Xavier just smiled, a smile that told them both that he knew EXACTLY
what they were both thinking about. "Well, if you're both doing so
well, I think I'll leave you both to talk about things." With a snort
he turned his chair and left the room gracefully.
"You do realize we're going to be mocked for the rest of our natural
lives by him now, don't you?" Scott frowned.
"Let him mock." Jean grasped his hand and lightly pressed herself
down on him.
"You've convinced me." He sucked in a sharp breathe as she leaned in
to hard, "_But_... I'm still sore, Jean."
"Sorry!" She apologized quickly. She settled for snuggling her head
into his side and she closed her eyes. They both slowly drifted off
for much needed rest.
They were at the Statue of Liberty. Looking around, she saw Wolverine
sniff. After exchanging some of the usual remarks with Scott, he
wandered off to investigate. She glanced around at her Scott tensing
up and Ororo nervously darting her eyes for avenging danger.
Logan appeared around one of the pillars. That was quick, she
thought. "Did you find anything?" Scott inquired, turning back around
to survey the rest of the huge room.
"No, but they're close." Logan came up behind him, claws tearing out
of his hand with a deadly snickt. He raised his arm back as Jean's
breathe caught, "SCOTT!" she screamed. He turned just as Logan swung
his morbid claws up into his back and ripped through his chest. His
gasp was quickly cut off as the claws pulled him upwards.
"What the hell are you doing, Logan?!" her voice broke. She saw his
eyes go a flashing yellow color. Mystique, you fucking bitch! Her
thoughts flung cruelly. Seemingly to spite her, Mystique twisted her
claws inside of Scott. His eyes widened with pain and terror before
she flung him against a far wall, blood leaving a sinister trail to
the ground where he tried desperately to stand but in the end
crumpled to the floor.
Turning into her green self, Mystique approached the remaining X-Men
as the real Logan appeared. Thinking fast, he tackled her. In the few
seconds of the fight, it was obvious that Logan was getting his ass
kicked. Mystique was just to limber and quick to get a square hit to
her. Just as she was about to deliver a harsh blow to his pinned down
form, a long burst of red light blared through the room.
Scott, slunk down the wall, panting from exertion and his hand fell
limp against the floor from his visor. Jean quickly streaked across
the short distance and dropped in front of him. "Scott! Hang on,
okay?" she murmured to him, gently picked up his head.
"I love you, Jean. Never forget... that I ... love you." he strained
out before coughing wetly. A thin line of blood came from his mouth.
"NO SCOTT! No.. You're going to make it, okay? I love you too much,
please don't leave me." she sobbed as Ororo and Logan stood in the
back, unknowing of what to do.
"Jean, take off my visor." Scott instructed. "But.." she
protested. "Just trust me." Slowly, she slipped off his eye cover,
expecting a blast of light, but was met with nothing but his eyes.
"My brain is shutting down... It's... not producing... energy
anymore." He reached up to stroke her tearful face, "I wanted
to ...see you... without my glasses."
"Hold on, I can't live without you!" Jean shook.
"Yes, you can. You're strong. Please go on." His body shook one last
time, "I'll always be there... my love is too strong to die..."
"Scott?" she pleaded with his till form, "SCOTT!!!"
Seconds later, Jean woke up shrieking against Scott's chest. "NO NO
NO NO!! You're not dead!" her arms frailed wildly, "You promised me
not to die!!"
"JEAN!" Scott yelled at her, catching her arms before she could
damage either of them, "WAKE UP!"
"Oh, god, Scott! You died! You were dead, please don't die!" she
clutched at him with renewed zeal.
"I'm not dead, I'm right here and I'm never leaving you. Listen... I
have nightmares too. Everett.. he used to... plant images in my mind
every day over and over again. They were more horrible that you could
ever imagine. Every time I would watch you and everyone else I've
worked so hard to protect die in front of me."
"You know better than to listen to the bad guy, don't you?" Jean
sniffed against him.
"Not when I can't tell what my real memories are." His voice rang out
"You... you can't remember if they were real?" She asked gently, "Let
me show you some real memories then."
She walked up behind him and placed her hands be his head,
remembering the familiar stance, Scott swatted at her hands in fear
before she soothed him, "It's me, Scott. It's going to be okay... I'm
going to let you know what your memories are."
Softly, she placed the palms of her fingers against his temples,
It was the first time they had ever saw each other. Jean had been
working on her first large, substantial job for the professor and she
wanted desperately to impress him. She didn't know if the glasses she
didn't know why the Professor wanted ruby-quartz glasses, but she
decided it was best to do what he asked and ask question later.
Pacing outside his office holding the glasses gently, she heard the
mental equivalent to a 'come in'. Opening the door slowly, she first
set eyes on him. A teenager sat with waving hair in front of the
Professor. He seemed to have some way about him that made her eyes
glue to him. She wondered if he would look better if she got a better
"I would get up to greet you, but..." The young man let the sentence
drag off into oblivion.
"Um.. that's..okay." she stuttered, walked towards him, noticing the
heavy medical bandages covering his eyes. Trying to turn herself away
from the awkward person, she turned to Xavier, who was obviously
regarding the interaction with much interest, "I brought the glasses."
"Good, Jean. If you would be so kind, please take off the bandages
and put them on." Xavier spoke smoothly with even tones. The man in
front of her seemed to lock up at the thought of being touched and
squirmed more and more as she approached. He seemed to sense her
"It's okay." she said quietly as she began to peel the medical tape
off his eyes as smoothly as she could.
"Sorry." he said, with little meaning in it. After completing the
task of undoing his barrier, he eyes were slammed together so tight
that she thought that he stopped breathing, but noticed the quick
intake of air. She picked up the glasses and tried to adjust them on
his face. He took her hand and they were both taken back by the
seeming electricity that traveled through the small touch. She
finished adjusting the glasses and stood up.
"It's okay, now. You can open your eyes." the Professor said
"You're sure?" His voice was uncertain and shaky.
"Yes, Jean is very talented and I'm 100% sure in her ability in
making these glasses." He reassured him.
"Okay.. but.. you'd better duck out of the way..." He slowly peeked
his eyes opening, an amazing stress being released from his eyelids
as the lasers found the block in the ruby glasses. He looked around
for the first time in months and stopped at Jean.
"I'm... uh... I'm Scott..." Scott stuttered, holding out a hand. Jean
shook it and felt the same energy flow through them, "You.. m-must
"...Yeah..." She found her voice. He was even better with the glasses
At his desk, Xavier smiled and turned towards Jean. "Would you show
our new student around, please?"
Scott opened his eyes as the images faded to black, meeting the dark
eyes of his lover's. "Professor sure was a conniving one back then."
The smile shown through in his voice.
"Was he wrong, though?" Her mind was still on the beginnings of their
"I should thank him later." He pulled her down into an awkward kiss,
having her upside down and above him. "I must say... I would be much
obliged for more pleasant memories."
She giggled and went back to his forehead.
Jean was walking up to him, drizzling rain slowly falling from the
sky. Westchester, New York was getting the longest wet spell she
could ever remember. She wrapped the long jacket around her tighter
as the rain still found pockets to soak her.
"Scott?" She called out with concern. She hadn't seen him around
recently, and she was getting worried about him. Jean reminded
herself that she was pursuing as much as humanly possible, but the
more she shunned herself, the more she became addicted to the time
she spent with the object of her affection. "Scott?"
He stood leaning against a small tree overlooking the lake.
Cautiously, he turned towards her, his face as stony as ever. He
tried to lift his face a little for Jean, but found it harder than
ever. She was so beautiful, even with her hair wetted down from the
rain. It was just one of the many reasons he was feeling so
depressed. She'd never like him, his grades were dropping, and he
found himself more and more focusing on the worst times in his life
instead of the better.
"Are you okay?" Jean asked him.
"I'm fine..." He answered timidly, "Just... thinking."
"In the middle of a drizzling rain?" She asked jokingly.
"Matched my mood, I guess." He felt bad for killing the conversation
with his depressing mood and tried to think of a way to start it up
Little did he know, Jean was trying frantically to think of way to do
the same thing. Come on, Jean, she tough to herself, Ororo said that
he's just so caught up in me, now if only he'd prove it!
"Jean... I..." he started and she looked hopefully at him, but he
froze as soon as he met his eyes. He'd been rejected so much in his
life, how could he stand one more?
"Scott..." Her voice strained to a halt. Oh, screw this! She threw
logic away and grabbed his neck, pulling him down against her. Their
lips met in one of the strongest kisses in her life. Just when she
thought that she was about to get shoved away in disgust, he wrapped
his arms around and pulled her to him strongly, meshing into her.
Finally parting for lack of air, he looked down at her, both of them
drenched in rain. They walked to a nearby bench and sat down, unaware
that they were getting completely soaked. "Uhmm... wow." Is all Scott
could get out.
"Yeah." Jean fidgeted as the tension grew. Knowing there wouldn't be
a moment like this for a long time, she finally went for the big
guns, "I think I'm falling in love."
"I am already." He looked at her before leaning into her again,
capturing her lips before they could take back a word as he feared.
This better not be a dream, he thought.
When the two finally got up after exploring each other's mouths
enough and made it to Jean's door before she turned around. He
instantly leaned down and kissed her. "Please don't say goodbye." he
whispered to her pleading.
"Who said anything about goodbye?" She smiled and opened the door
while he was pressing against her with the rest of his body. Minutes
later, they sat in front of a roaring fire, compliments of a well
places small eye beam from Scott.
Sitting in front of it, Jean and Scott sat in front of each other
while she touched his forehead for a short second. "Are you sure you
want me to read your mind? I'm not that good."
"I trust you." That was all he said before he guided her hand to her
forehead. After a few seconds she closed her eyes and focused on him.
Her fingertips twitched as she felt him send a great feeling of trust
and love. She took her hand and touched his firm chest and sent the
same feeling back.
"You're better than you think." Scott pointed out as he smiled
wildly. He got up on his knees as Jean did and took a crawling step
to her. "I've never felt anything like this for anyone but you, Jean."
"Neither have I, it's amazing." They both wrapped arms around each
other as they plunged into each others mouths. Unfortunately, Scott's
glasses bumped Jean's head more than once and she snickered into him.
"Damn... glasses..." He smiled, but kept on going, trying to pay no
attention to them.
I'm going to marry this kid if it kills me, Jean thought happily.
"Is that really what you thought?" Scott asked her as the memory
"Yes. And I never lie." Jean grinned wildly.
"I'm sure you don't, my love." He pulled her around his head and to
his side, "Thing have gotten so great since back then."
"I know. God, I'm so glad you're home." Jean said, hugging him.
"Of course I'm home... I had a promise to keep."
"Speaking of which..." Jean started but looked down to regenerate
some courage, "Having you... not here... made me think about
something." She stopped. Scott looked up at her curiously, watching
her wiggle a certain finger on her left hand.
"You... don't want to..."
"No! Wow, you can be thick headed some times! I want to set a date,
Scott." She mocked annoyance while he chuckled.
"Oh... I guess I was waiting to see if you actually wanted to get
stuck with me, I guess." Scott smiled sheepishly, "When were you
"Sometime in July. Nice and warm for a honeymoon." Jean said
dreamily, laying her head on his chest.
"The third." He suggested, "I've had pretty good luck with threes."
"Third of July it is... and we can take off and have the fourth of
July under the stars somewhere over yonder."
"Sounds nice," He said, pulled his arms around him lightly, "Watch
"And make some fireworks." she giggled softly.
~*~X Chapter 4 (and we're back to beating the tar out of characters)
It had been almost a week and a half of sitting in a bed. At least
they moved me out of the damn infirmary, he thought. They'd been
lucky enough to have Xavier find a doctor willing to help a mutant.
There was only so much Jean could do for Scott with the infected
Jean? he called out, hoping she wasn't too busy in a class.
Yes, oh bothersome one? He smiled. Even in his mind she was a
smartass. Hun, if I don't get back to grilling the hell out of
students soon, I'm afraid I'll start blowing things up in the room
for the hell of it. I'm going to my Algebra class.
Since I know better than to try and stop you, Summers, I'll let you
go. Just take it easy, okay? You're still...He felt her mentally
groping for a word.
Fragile? He supplied while pulling on some khakis. Yes! See you
tonight. Jean gave him a mental peck on the cheek. Grabbing his
glasses off the dresser and tucking them in his coat, wondering when
he damn eyes would work again.
He sighed at pulled on a light overcoat to cover up the thick
bandages that were still puffing his shirt a little. Oh, won't they
be so glad to see Tight-Ass-Summers back. He thought with a hint of
They'd never admit they missed you, and I prefer your tight ass to
any other. Jean caught him off guard.
Thank you, you're dismissed since I don't think the students will
need to see me hovering in one spot sending messages to you. They'll
think I'm insane... and don't comment on that either.
He finally got to his Algebra class, looking in, he saw the most
remarkable sight that would haunt him forever. Logan.. teaching his
Algebra class. Dear god, what is he teaching them? Addition? Scott's
hand came to the door, and suddenly he felt amazingly nervous. If I
can face down Magneto, I can do this! he thought impatiently and
yanked open the door before he had regrets.
Logan froze in mid sentence.. although by the looks of it, even HE
didn't know really what he was talking about. Scott stood in the
doorway, "Figured you'd need some help, you look like you're
struggling just a tad." He emphasized 'tad'.
"Shut it, One Eye." Logan growled, though some of the happiness to
see him walking around was apparent. Approaching his desk as Logan
handed him the textbook he remarked, "No, you shut it, Fuzzy Wuzzy."
Granted with a few giggles from the rising testosterone level in the
room, Scott turned back to his class. "What are you fine people
studying by now?"
"Whatever we were when you left, Mr. Summers. Logan hasn't exactly
been the fastest teacher." Rogue made fun of Logan. Turning to glare
at her, Logan stuck out his tongue.
"So mature, Logan. But I see you're getting better." Scott joined in.
"I see you finally started to loosen up, Tight Ass, I'm proud of
you," Logan tried to get him back.
"Yeah, near death experiences do that to a man."
The room had far since stopped trying not to laugh at the two grown
men flinging insults at each other, until Remy finally piped up
nervously, "Ah, Mr. Summers? Aren't you supposed to have sunglasses
or whatever on?" It seemed the rest of the class already knew this
information, but they all stared raptly at their teacher for an
"Yes, unfortunately they're not working at the moment, but they're
getting better." He said smoothly, not hinting at the pain that was
brewing underneath his demeanor.
"Well, I better get going." Logan said, noticing the silence in the
room when the subject had turned it's direction at the whole
kidnaping ordeal. "Have fun, One Eye."
"Ah, it's good to be back." Scott said, plunking down in his
chair. "Now to decide whether I should give extra homework to make up
for lost time.."
In the middle of his mechanics class, he had just gotten over
explaining how the basic engine system works to his class when Rogue
lifted up her hand, "Uhmm... Mr. Summers? Your... ah... eyes are
Scott felt the usual tingling his beams produced and quickly turned
towards the garage door while he reached in his pocket for his
glasses. His eyes started to sting and he opened his eyes too soon
and a bright beam blew a large whole in the garage door.
"Woah!" Everyone in the garage remarked, "That was cool!"
"Shit. That's comin' out of my pay check." Scott said while he put
his glasses on and blushed a dark crimson.
"Remind me never to get in trouble with _you_ again." Bobby said,
sinking down in his chair.
On the fifth day of being back to class, Scott was feeling great.
Finally being free of the restricting bandages, he no longer had to
wear his loose clothing, not to mention it didn't hurt every time
Jean would lay on him at night.
"Will everyone please pass your assigned homework to the front?"
Scott said from his desk as he wrote in his planner. He went over his
plans to try and persuade the Professor to give Jean and himself some
time off after their wedding... not that he thought it would be that
big of a problem.
He got up to start collecting papers as he began his lesson, but was
interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Striding over to it, he was
surprised to see Kitty at the door... standing rigid. "Kitty, what is
it?" He asked concerned. He no sooner got his question out that he
saw the long claw extended across her throat from... Logan?
"Logan, what the hell are you _doing_?!" Scott yelled angrily. When
he made no intention of letting Kitty go, he walked towards her, but
a claw shot out and pointed at him.
"I wouldn't do that, Mr. Summers. Your precious students might not
want to see you on the floor bleeding to death." came a cold hollow
voice. It was Logan's voice, but it was monotone and dead sounding.
Scott looked at his eyes, they were void of any emotion... almost
like when the Professor took over someone's body.
"Are you okay?" He asked in the direction of Kitty. She nodded a bit,
too traumatized to try and do anything more.
"Let her go, Logan. What's going on?" Scott's voice asked evenly,
masking his emotions perfectly.
"I warned you once while you were on a table in my little cell that
you would never be rid of me. Didn't you believe any of it?" Logan
"Windstrom, where the fuck are you, you unholy bastard!" Scott
yelled, alarming his class further.
"What's wrong, dear boy? Didn't realize just how strong my powers
were? It's so like the youth these days to underestimate their
"Let... Kitty...Go." His voice was low and threatening. "Only if
you'll come with me."
"This situation is sickeningly really familiar." Scott said bitterly,
but realized Kitty's life was about to be ended, "Fine, let her go."
'Logan' tossed Kitty aside like a ragdoll and the frightened girl
scrambled away, sobbing. Logan started walking towards Scott quickly
with determined strides and suddenly froze. There seemed to be some
inner struggling going on between Windstrom and Logan.
"One Eye... get... outta here." Logan's real voice came through
before being taken over again by Everett's powerful mind. Scott
considered running, but felt his maternal instincts towards the
students kick in and he stood his ground.
"You're going to wish you ran, Mr. Summers." 'Logan' said.
"Shut up, you asshole." Scott was in no mood for trying to persuade
Everett not to attack, as he knew it would have no effect on the
"Such language." Logan stiffened again and while Logan fought for
control, Scott gave him wide birth and walked around him towards the
"Where the hell are you, Windstrom!" He yelled out the door.
Suddenly, Wolverine's body was careening at him before anyone could
warn him. Grunting as the air was crushed out of him and he was
smashed into the wall by the door.
Oh.. God... Jean! he screamed out in terror, Get the Professor... He
stopped and hoped that she had gotten the message. In reality, he
could hear Logan's claws come out and the classroom let out a
Dodging the oncoming claws in time, Scott tackled Logan to the ground
before he could do anything else. Being flipped off the stronger mans
body, Scott looked for any way to hold him off, barring killing him.
Most of the students had made their way to the back of the room,
trying to stay out of the way of the ensuing fight. None of them knew
what to do... having not taken a class in what to do if one of your
teachers' minds gets possessed and attacks the other.
Logan landed a square kick into Scott's injured side and with a
painful yell, he fell to the floor. He skidded a few feet before
stopping and he tried to squirm back, willing the painful bursts in
his head to go away.
"Tsk tsk, Scotty boy... why don't you just give it up. I'm not one to
traumatize young adults." Logan said, grabbing Scott's leg and
dragging him. Desperate for survival, Scott flung his other leg up,
pelting Logan in the chest, but only minorly denting his strong grasp
on his ankle.
Suddenly there were footsteps running down the hall. It's about damn
time... Scott thought before Logan, having dragged him to the front
of the class, bent over to grab onto his shirt. Hoisting him up in
the air, he smiled sinisterly at him. "I see your calvary has
arrived... I think they'll be a little too late though."
"We'll see." Scott ground through his teeth. He managed to swing his
entire body into a kick to Logan's side, knocking him down. His
victory was short lived though, as Logan wiped his mouth of the blood
from his split lip and slowly rose.
"Logan... I hope when you're in the right mind... you'll
understand..." Scott said sympathetically and lifted his sunglasses,
blasting Logan in the shoulder.
"Why, young man, it seems that the body I've chosen seems to have a
healing factor. Quite handy." Logan smiled and grabbed Scott's neck,
lifting him up in the air, "Unfortunately for you, Mr. Summers, you
Dangling a foot in the air, Scott grabbed at his captor's iron fist
and very quickly losing the fight from oxygen deprivation, all he
could do was hope to god that Jean got here soon.
"Logan, put him down!" Jean screamed, "What's WRONG with you?!"
"Jean, he's not himself... Everett has taken over his body." Xavier
said darkly, "I'll try to get him back." The Professor closed his
eyes, trying to focus.
Logan, having noticed the change in events, dropped Cyclops, who
weaved before falling to his knees gasping. "Oh... God... Scott! What
the hell happened?" Logan's true voice showed through before he
lurched, letting out a grunt and his claws ripped out of his hands.
"I may not be able to exact revenge on everyone... but at least I can
take down your surrogate son with you, Xavier." Windstrom spoke for
Logan. Suddenly, Scott was grabbed around the neck again, being
wedged with Logan's whole forearm pressing against his neck in a
"Logan... please let him go." Jean's eyes teared, "You can fight him."
As if an answer to him, Logan's free arm swept backwards. Jean's
breathe caught. Please... no... SCOTT! Jean shrieked in her head as
Logan's arm swung back and into Scott's back. The only noise in the
room was of the sickening slicing noise of Logan's claws and Scott
gasping for breathe.
"Jean..." Scott whispered weakly. Shock was quickly taking over his
actions as he sagged in Logan's controlled grasp.
"Scott, hold on... we're gonna get you out of this." Logan stared at
Jean evilly before twisting his claws, wrenching the wounds apart.
Cyclops sucked in his breathe and let out a choked groan. His legs
became rubbery as Logan dragged him along, his blood dripping down
onto the cold tiled floor.
Logan's body suddenly shuddered and wracked with convulsions. Both
men dropped to the floor and Logan shook his head furiously. Looking
around, he saw Scott coughing and curling protectively into a ball,
holding his torn stomach.
"Cyke? Who did this, who..." Logan caught the feared look etched in
his face, "_I_ did this? Oh god... what did I do.."
"It wasn't your fault, Logan. Everett..." Jean said, kneeling over
Scott, "Scott? Come on, stay awake, okay?"
He tried to focus on the bleary image of his love's face... slowly
fading in and out of blackness. "Jean? I'm cold... and it hurts..."
"I know, honey... we're going to help you now, it's okay." Jean
surveyed the damage, trying to look at it just as a doctor, but
seeing the growing smears of blood around him wracked her soul. She
looked back down at him, but he was staring over her shoulder.
Scott, through his slipping haze, caught a movement behind Xavier.
Fucking Windstrom... He thought bitterly. He was about to haze his
hands to strike the Professor when Scott ripped his hand towards his
visor in a burst of energy. Aiming with learned accuracy, he blew
Everett in the chest, ripping a hole where his cold heart laid.
The adrenaline gone, Scott slowly fell back down to the
floor. "Logan.. go check.." He directed, twitching a hand in
Everett's direction. The man nodded and got up, understanding why he
needed to know he was dead, and to be alone with Jean.
"Jean... I don't want to leave you..." He muttered softly.
"You're not going to, baby. Please hold on. The Professor has already
called an ambulance.... the man that helped you before is coming..."
Tears slipped down her face unnoticed until he reached a soft hand up
to brush them away.
"It's getting so cold..." Scott's body shuttered from pain and blood
loss, "I don't want to die."
"You won't die, you hear me? You are _not_ dying on me!" More tears
streamed down her face at seeing her love bleeding to death on the
"I'm... so tired..." His eyelids flickered, the light in his visor
dimming for seconds and then blaring bright. The students watched in
horror in the back of the room as his coughed and shook. All felt
guilty, thinking that maybe, just maybe if they did something, this
wouldn't be happening.
"Please don't leave me, Scott." Jean whispered, carefully hugging his
body to hers. She could hear sirens off in the distance. She felt
everyone's eyes on her, sobbing into Cyclops' neck, but not caring
about anything but the man in her arms. His blood stained her loose
shirt crimson as she gripped him tighter.
Suddenly his choked and pained voice sang to her, "Darlin.. when I
think about you.. I think about love. Darlin.. If I live without
you.. I live without love..." Jean let out a choked sob at the irony
of the situation.
"I can't live without you. I don't know how." She cried into his
chest. He lifted her head with his finger. "You'll learn. You are the
strongest person I've ever known. Just never forget... I love you..."
His voice choked and he gritted his teeth against a crashing stream
of ferocious pain.
"I'll always love you... Please fight death Scott... please don't let
"It's hard, Jean... it hurts so much..." He gasped for breathe and
let go a sob.
In the hallway they heard the running of stretcher wheels and the
mutant clinic's paramedics. "Scott... they're coming... Scott?" Her
voice broke and she shook him, "SCOTT! Don't die now.. they're right
The paramedics burst into the room, going straight to Cyclops' prone
form. "...love... you..." Scott's visor light faded into nothing as
his eyes slowly sagged shut.
Jean sat in the small room, staring at the ceiling. The watermarks
were hardly interesting, but she found that anything could be
mystifying when you're trying to get your mind off of something. The
clinics 'private room' was a small, to say the least. Only large
enough to fit equipment around someone.
"Scott? I know you can hear me, baby. You'd better wake up, or I'll
have to beat you down." She meagerly joked with herself, but her
watering eyes dulled the effect. "Come on, I know you're still alive
in there, and I fully intend to drag you out... you promised to go
for a ride on your bike, remember?"
The door opened and the doctor walked in. "Oh, hello, Dr. Grey. I
didn't realize anyone was in here. I'm just checking his status."
"Same as always. Low BP, oxygen level is fine, still... still..." she
tried to finish the sentence without tearing up, and settled for "...
holding his own. The doctor, noticing her distress, tried vaguely to
help her, "But I see that he's getting stronger. Perhaps we could
even take out the oxygen tubing tomorrow."
"Yeah..." Jean said, glancing down at her hand to the sparkling
engagement ring. The doctor quietly ducked out, and Jean silently
thanked him for picking up on her signs that she wanted to be alone.
Outside of the room, Dr. Geski looked into the questioning faces of
the rest of his patients 'family'. "Well, they're not much to say,
really. His wounds are healing... but I'm concerned that it's not
fast enough. During the..." Geski flipped through his
charts, "..fight he was in? The person rebroke a few ribs, one of
which nearly punctured his right lung. All things considered, I think
it would be better if he stayed comatose... he's going to be in a lot
of pain if he wakes up any time soon."
"If I know Scott, I know he'd rather be awake, anyway." Xavier said
fondly, his face still stony as ever. Wolverine stood in the corner,
trying to act impartial. How could I have let this happen? How could
I just... just... almost kill him? Logan thought horrified.
Jean slowly came out of the room, wiping at her face furiously, never
one to show weakness, a trait she had adapted from Scott. "You all
don't have to be here, you know." she said quietly.
"Yes, Jean, we do." Rogue spoke up, sitting quietly on the stiff
couch in the small hallway.
"Thanks, anyway." Jean moved over to the couch, sitting down softly.
Xavier wheeled over to sit near her. "He will make it through this,
Jeannie. He's strong"
"Only Scott calls me that..." her voice seemed disembodied, floating
through space, "How many times has he been strong, though? In the
last few months, he's been on the brink of death more times than most
people are in three lifetimes! How many more times can he be strong?"
Her voice started strong, but quickly dwindled into squeaked words
that the rest had to strain to understand. From inside the room, they
heard a muffled coughing noise. In Jean's mind, she felt the flooding
of life and memories. She leapt from the couch, seeing that Dr. Geski
was already on his way.
"Scott? Scott!" she was overjoyed at seeing his head rolling on the
pillow, trying to get his bearings, "Don't move to much, the doctor
is coming." He tried to mumble something as she hovered above him and
stroked his forehead. Geski came in, and in a few seconds had the
"What were you trying to say?" she asked.
"You _are_ a doctor!" he rasped. She chuckled and handed him a glass
of water. Faltering a bit, she held the straw to his lips and cleared
his throat, "How'd I do?"
"You lived, basically. Windstrom is dead... I'm sure everyone feels
so much remorse over that son of a bitch." her voice grew icy and he
touched her hand softly, "Hey, I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you're too damn stubborn." Jean smiled and ruffled his
hair, "Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing."
"Hey.. you said you liked my being stubborn.." he started before
Xavier came in, all smiles. "Nice to see you mobile."
"Nice to _be_ mobile." Scott pointed out.
"I think it's safe to say that you'll be decommissioned for a while?"
Professor said with amusement.
"Ah, just a little while." Scott caught the sharp glance from
Jean, "Okay, I longer while, okay?"
Unnoticed, Wolverine came around the doorway, coughing "whipped" at
him. Scott looked up at him and smiled, "Hello, Logan. Even though
I'm in a drug induced haze, I still know what you said I intend to
beat yer ass later."
"I'm sure you will." Logan said, though a pang of guilt still went
through him seeing the x-man hung up in a hospital bed.
"Hey... no hard feelings against making me return of the mummy again,
okay?" Scott tried to lighten the situation, knowing damn well that
Wolverine was guilty about ramming him through the gut with his claws.
"Yeah... no hard feelings about frying my arm, either." Logan said,
twisting his arm sorely, "Damn, those eye beams hurt like a bitch
even with a heal factor."
Jean snickered a bit and the Professor turned back to the two, "I'd
better get back to the school, now that you're awake. Jean, feel free
to stay here."
"I doubt I'd listen if you told me to leave." she said seriously.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go too... ya know... leave the two lovebirds
alone..." Logan sang out and walked out of the room, 'accidentally'
hitting the doorstop and it slid closed.
"Damn right." Scott muttered, finding Jean's hand again, "Love you."
"You better." Although she couldn't see his eyes, she caught his
thoughts, "You know I love you too."
"Yeah, but it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling when I hear it." he
She put her head on the pillow next to his, kissing his
forehead. "That can't be a comfortable position." Scott decided.
"Yeah... but you're here... at least that makes it better. You need
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