FF: The Choice. PG-13, bordering R. (1/?)
- Title: The Choice (1/?)
Author: Megan Harrell, meganharrell76@...
Rating: mostly PG-13, but to be safe, some is probably bordering R.
Pairings: this is basically a fic that involves everyone from the
movies. There will be spoilers from the movies, I'm sure. The main
characters are gonna be Logan and Jean, but Scott will play a heavy
role as well; Professor X and Storm may be used quite a bit, too.
I'm also toying with the idea of bringing in Beast and possibly
Gambit, because I like those characters pretty well, at least from
what I've seen in the cartoons.
Disclaimer: The only character I own is Sydney. She's a product of
my over-active imagination. The rest of the characters definitely
are not mine. If they were, I'd probably be helping write the X-Men
movies, instead of what I want to see happen in the fanfics!
Author's Notes: I don't know how many of you have read the book X2:
X-Men United, but this story will take place after the movie ended,
but with a twist on the book's ending. Jean didn't die saving
everyone, but she's not blind like she was in the book. I'll tell
you straight upI'm a die hard Logan and Jean fan in movie-verse
fanfiction, so that's what I write. I was never a big fan of the
comics or the cartoon, so I probably won't honor everything that
happened in the comics...probably why I don't mind Logan and Jean
based on the actors' chemistry. So if you're a big Scott/Jean fan,
you may not like this. They won't be together romantically, but they
will remain good friends. Sorry, that's just the kind of fics I
write. But this isn't solely based on romance and relationships.
There's a mission in here somewhere, I promise! Hopefully, I still
have some people still willing to read, and without further delay,
here's the story! Feedback is greatly appreciatedmy email address
is above. If you want to archive it somewhere, just ask me first!
The battle at Alkali Lake had taken a toll on all of the X-
Men. Professor Xavier was mentally worn out from the use of Cerebro
and the allusion Jason had placed him in; Rogue was still pretty
shaken from flying the Blackbird and crashing it; Bobby was still
shaken by John's choice to go with Magneto; Jean was also weak
mentally from freeing the jet and curious as to the source of her
new power; Scott and Logan had both just witnessed the woman they
love almost die saving them; and all the mutants were still feeling
the effects of Stryker's plan to annihilate the mutant race.
During the ride back, everyone was lost in their own
thoughts and conversations. Scott had reluctantly left Jean's side
to help Storm pilot the jet; Logan had taken a seat close to the
front, but seeing Scott return to the pilot's seat, he walked back
to the back to see how Jean was doing.
"How're you doing?" he asked, touching her shoulder lightly.
She knew he was worried about her; she didn't have to be a
telepath to figure it out...it was written all over his face. "I'm
okay, Logan. I'm a little confused though; I should be weaker than
what I am, and I have no idea where all that power came from," she
Logan sat down beside her. "Maybe you're powers are still
developing?" he guessed.
"I don't know; I'm hoping that in a few days the Professor
will be well enough to help me figure it all out," she replied,
taking his hand. "Thank you."
He looked at their joined hands. "For what?" he asked. He
would never understand women; not even 24 hours ago, she acted like
she chose Scott over him, and here she was holding his hand? Or
maybe she was just being nice and letting him down easy. Or maybe
she really wasn't as sure about what she wanted as she let on.
"For worrying about me," she answered. "Logan," she started
when he kissed her hand lightly.
"I know. `Girls flirt with the dangerous guy; they don't
take him home,'" he said, echoing her words from the night
before. "Don't worry, I won't make lover boy up there jealous. You
made your decision, and I'll respect it, because I respect you."
Jean sighed. "That's not what I was going to say, but thank
you," she finally said. When he got up to leave, she called his
"Yeah?" he turned back around to face her.
"You're a good guy, too," she began, taking his hand
again. "That's what makes this so hard."
Logan just nodded and went back to his seat. He replayed her
words over in his head. "You're a good guy, too. That's what makes
this so hard." What the hell did that mean? Was that her subtle way
of saying he still had a shot with her, that she still hadn't made
her decision? He'd promised to back off, so how was he supposed to
Jean shook her head. She still wasn't sure about choosing
between Scott and Logan. One minute she wanted the stability that
Scott provided, but the next minute she craved the adventure and
passion she knew Logan would give her. She was attracted to Logan in
a completely different way than Scott; Scott was safe, and they'd
known each other for years, but Logan on the other hand, was
unpredictable, passionate, and everything Scott was not. She loved
Scott and probably always would, but was she still in love with him?
Did what she felt for Logan go beyond an innocent crush and physical
attraction? How in the world did she find herself between a rock and
a hard place?
When they returned to the school, Scott stood up to face the
students. "From what I understand, the school is pretty much
ransacked. I want you to go ahead and report to your rooms to get a
damage report; from there, I want you to meet up in the medlab so we
can check to make sure everyone is okay. Go ahead and change your
clothes into something warmer and more comfortable; be back in half
an hour," he explained.
As the kids left the jet, Storm stood up. "Why don't you go
ahead and get Jean upstairs? I'll finish up here," she offered.
"Thanks," he replied, heading for Jean.
"Kurt, Logan, can I speak with you?" Storm requested. When
they approached her, she continued. "Kurt, can you take the
Professor to the medlab? I'm sure that's where Scott and Jean are
headed, anyway, so if you hurry, you won't get lost. Logan, can you
help me finish up here?"
Once Kurt left with the Professor, Logan turned to her. "Why
do I get the feeling you have an ulterior motive for asking for my
help?" he asked.
"Because I want to talk to you," she replied. "Jean would
hate me for this, but I'm going to pry anyway. It's pretty obvious
that you have a thing for her, and before you say anything, it's
also pretty obvious that she feels something for you, too. I've
known Scott and Jean since before they were together, and you are
the only one who's been able to really give Scott competition for
Jean's affections. Sure she's flirted with other guys, but she's
always made it very clear that she's with Scott; you've managed to
mix things up. Scott's no longer sure that she'll come back to him
when everything's all said and done, and even Jean doesn't know what
she's going to do. I'm not saying to up and leave again, but
consider what will make Jean happiest. If you really love her,
Logan, you'll let her be happy, even if it's with Scott. But if you
do decide to leave again, at least tell her goodbye," Storm finished
and exited the jet.
Logan shook his head and followed her. He made his way to
the medlab, considering what Storm had just told him. Jean had left
him more confused than ever with her last comment about him being a
good guy; he decided to stick around to find out what she meant by
it, no matter what Storm said.
By the time Logan arrived at the medlab, Scott had already
finished getting the damage reports from the kids, and Jeanwho was
looking much betterwas checking them out. Scott simply acknowledged
Logan's presence and continued standing by Jean as she examined the
students. Logan stood around for a few minutes before heading up to
"Okay, since none of you seem to have any lasting side
effects from what happened and all of your rooms are pretty much
unharmed, go ahead and head back up to your rooms. We'll begin
cleaning up the campus in the morning after breakfast. We'll also
begin contacting the students who escaped to tell them that we are
back and the school is open again. Have a good night; if you need
anything, come find one of us," he dismissed them.
"How do you feel Professor?" Jean asked, making her way over
"Tired," he simply stated. "How are you?"
"Better than I should be. I'm actually feeling normal again,
not exhausted at all. Perhaps when you feel better we can talk about
it?" she asked.
"Yes, that would be fine," he replied, closing his eyes.
"How is he?" Scott asked her when she walked over to where
he was standing.
"He'll be fine; all he needs is a lot of rest," she answered
as Storm walked over, Kurt behind her. She brought a wheelchair
over. "Who wants to take him to his room? There's no reason he
should stay in here; he'll be much more comfortable and get more
rest in his own room," she said.
"I will, as long as someone can show me the way," Kurt
"Okay, I'll go with you," Storm offered. Together they got
the professor into the wheelchair and left the medlab.
"Where's Logan? I want to find out what happened the night
of the attack," Scott said.
"He's probably in his room. And Scott? Be easy on him. He
did everything he could to protect the kids and the school. It's not
his fault some of them were taken; he was only one man trying to
fight at least a hundred soldiers," Jean said, cleaning up.
"Why do you constantly defend him?" Scott questioned.
"Why do you hate him so much? Why are you so jealous of
him?" she countered.
"I'm not jealous..." Scott began.
"Oh, you're not? Perhaps you can explain why you constantly
criticize him, then? And why do you constantly try to mark your
territory around him?" He just gave her a blank look. "Come on,
Scott, I'm not stupid. Whenever I'm in the same room, you always
come over to see what we're talking about. You put your arm around
me or take my hand...something to show him that we're together."
"I just don't like the guy, and it's obvious that he wants
you...and in all honesty, I'm not so sure that you don't want him.
I've seen you looking at him, Jean; I've witnessed some private
moments, like today in the back of the jet; I heard you ask for him
inside Stryker's base. You'd be nothing more than a prize to him;
another pretty face that he slept with," he explained.
"What do you want me to say, Scott?" she asked, losing her
temper. She had tried to be patient with him, but it was beginning
to wear thin. "What do you want to hear?"
"The truth," he said, more aggressively than he'd intended.
"Fine. The truth is that my attraction to Logan may be more
than physical, and I'm questioning my relationship with you. While
we're being honest with each other, I'll go ahead and tell you that
I kissed Logan; it's obvious that you don't trust me, so is that
what you wanted to hear?" she asked angrily.
"You what?" he replied, a little too calmly.
"You heard me. I kissed Logan; and for your information,
he's done nothing but respect me and what I want this whole time.
You've been giving him such a hard time, Scott, and he doesn't
deserve it. You aren't the same man I fell in love with," she said,
trying to calm down. "And one more thing: Logan's not treating me
like a prize, Scott, you are. So until I'm more to you, then you can
keep this," she slid the engagement ring off her finger and handed
it to him.
Scott stared at it for a moment. "Jean, wait," he started.
"That's all I have to say to you right now. When you grow up
a little, come talk to me," she threw over her shoulder as she left.
She knew the last comment was especially hurtful to him because
their age difference had always been somewhat of a touchy subject
between them. Maybe it was juvenile of her, but she didn't regret
saying it. He was acting like a spoiled brat and deserved to know it.
Jean was knocking on the door to Logan's room before she
realized what she was doing. "Maybe this was a bad idea," she said
to herself. She turned to walk back down the hall to her room.
"Jean?" she heard Logan call as he opened the door. She
turned back around an offered a small smile. "You okay?" he asked
"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. Yes, physically she was fine,
but emotionally she was a wreck. She took a few steps toward Logan
before continuing. "I was just seeing if maybe you wanted to talk.
You left from downstairs pretty quick."
"Well, I was getting pretty sick of Pretty Boy giving me the
evil eye for just looking at you; normally it wouldn't bother me,
but right now I'm just not in the mood."
Jean nodded. She knew Scott was very possessive and over-
protective where she was concerned, and she understood to a point,
but he was beginning to grate on her nerves with his somewhat
childish behavior. She watched him silently a few more minutes
before she spoke. "You know, you two are a lot alike."
He chuckled. "You can't even begin to compare me to that
kid. He's a very by-the-book, uptight Boy Scout, and
I'm...well...not. I'm impulsive and take things as they come. No
need fretting over tiny things like some guy looking at my
girlfriend; either the trust is there, or it's not. Just how much
does he trust you Jean? If he knew you were with me right now, would
he be worrying about what we're doing, or would he be confident that
you wouldn't do anything behind his back with me?"
"Well, he's definitely no longer confident, and his trust in
me has probably taken a massive hit." When she saw Logan's confused
look she continued with, "I told him about last night."
"About that...I'm sorry; it was all my fault for kissing
you, and if you want, I'll explain the whole thing to Scott," Logan
apologized. "I stepped over the line, and I'm sorry."
"It's not all your fault. I'm as guilty as you are; more so,
actually. I was flirting with you last night and I didn't push you
away. I kissed you back and Scott was the farthest person on my
mind. All I was thinking about was you, and that scares me, Logan,"
"There are several reasons; number one being that I'm
supposed to be engaged to Scott...or at least I was at the time."
"Were? As in you're not engaged anymore? What happened?" he
"I was just tired of dealing with his stupid jealousy that I
told him about last night. I told him it was obvious he never really
trusted me in the first place and that he was treating me like a
prize. I gave him back his ring and told him to come talk to me when
he grows up a little," she shrugged, angry at herself for letting a
few stray tears fall down her cheeks.
"Hey, come here," he said, wiping away her tears and pulling
her into a hug. "If he can't see that you're more than a prize, then
he doesn't deserve you."
He really is a good guy, she thought. She let him hold her a
few more minutes before pulling away. "I should probably go; Scott
will be waiting for me in our room, and I expect to have another
fight over who's moving out."
"You don't have to, you know. You could stay in here, and
I'll sleep on the floor," he offered.
"Thanks, but I'm not kicking you out of your bed. Besides, I
should go ahead and get it over with. And Logan? None of this is
your fault. My relationship with Scott has been in trouble for
awhile now; you just helped me realize it, and for that, I thank
you," she kissed his cheek lightly before leaving.
"Damn, will I ever figure her out?" he said after she left.
As she closed the door to Logan's room behind her, she saw
Scott looking down the hall from the doorway of their room. She knew
she was in for a hell of a battle now. She wordlessly walked down
the hall to their room, praying that she would be able to control
her temper enough that the entire school wouldn't hear their
argument, even though they would figure it out from the icy stares
between her and Scott at breakfast.
"Figured you'd be with him," Scott stated once she'd shut
the door. "Doesn't take you long to move on, huh?"
"I know I hurt you, so I'm going to pretend you didn't say
that," she remarked cooly. "Scott, our relationship has been in
trouble for awhile now...long before Logan ever showed up. We just
don't want the same things anymore. You want to get married and
settle down, but I'm not sure I'm ready for all that yet. We've been
together for so long, everything has become a habit, and I need more
adventure, more passion. You and I...Scott, time has changed us and
our relationship. I don't want to be a habit; call me selfish, but I
want to be the center of a man's universe, and I just don't get that
"Relationships change, Jean," Scott started.
"Yes, they do; people change too Scott. We were both young
when we started dating. You were barely 19, and I'd already
graduated college. You were cute and paid me a lot of attention, so
I went with the attraction. But Scott, we've both gotten older and
grown up a lot. I'm not going to say that I never loved you, because
there was a time when I did; you were my first love, and a part of
me will always love you, but our relationship has gone from lovers
to roommates. We've become like brother and sister, almost, and I
need more than that; you deserve more than that from me. I think we
could save each other a lot of pain if we end things and go our
separate ways now."
Scott lowered his eyes, even though she couldn't see them.
She was breaking up with him. He had sensed a change in her feelings
a while back, but kept telling himself that it was stress. The more
he pushed the marriage issue, however, the more she resisted, and he
knew that should have been his major clue. He knew this wasn't
entirely about Logan, just that he had made her realize what was
missing and what she needed. He didn't blame Logan, he blamed
himself, and he blamed her.
"Scott, say something," she said. His quietness was making
"You're right. I should have realized things had changed
between us when you weren't as gung ho about a wedding as I was. I
tried to tell myself it was just stress, but you were doing me a
favor. I dunno, Jean; I thought we would last forever," he said a
She offered him a small smile. "You know I'll always care
about you, Scott," she said.
"I know, and I'll always care about you, too," he
replied. "You were my first serious relationship..."
"Which is why you shouldn't be so convinced that I'm the
only woman for you; I'm doing this for you, Scott, because I don't
want to hurt you any more than I have by continuing this
relationship. You'll find someone who gives you what I can't;
someone who makes you laugh and challenges you," she finished.
"I know. I do want you to be happy, Jean; I know this isn't
all about Logan, but I'm not stupid enough to think he doesn't play
a part in your decision," Scott said.
"I won't deny that if Logan weren't here, we probably
wouldn't be having this conversation; but if he weren't here, I'd
also keep going on with the same daily routine with you and end up
hurting us both more down the line."
"I know, and I understand. I'm going to speak with the
Professor about taking some time off, or at least an assignment away
from here for awhile to let things calm down a little. Besides, I've
been working too hard lately, and I need some downtime," Scott
"It's not fair of me to break up with you and ask you to
move out. I'll get me a few things together and see if Storm wants a
roommate for a few days," Jean offered.
"You don't have to. I can leave, you know."
"No, I'll leave. I dropped this bombshell on you; it's only
fair that I leave," she stated, grabbing a few things and heading
out the door.
Once she was gone, Scott let himself cry. He knew he'd miss
her, but he knew she was right. They both deserved more than what
they were getting in their relationship. He was a workaholic; she
needed someone to take long walks with her and take her on dates. He
barely had enough time to speak a few words to her at night before
one of them fell asleep. The positive side was that they had parted
on decent terms, so they could still be friends and work together on
the team without things being too weird.
As Jean walked down the hall to Storm's room, she told
herself she had done the right thing. She knew she'd hurt Scott, but
she also knew that she'd saved them both a lot of pain down the
road. She could tell he loved her, but he wasn't in love with her
anymore than she was with him. Like she told him, their relationship
had become a habit, part of their daily routine. They were more like
friends or siblings than lovers, and she wondered if the age
difference was part of that. Either way, she knew that she'd done
the right thing by ending things this way.
"Jean, what are you doing here?" Storm asked when she opened
"Do you mind having a roommate for a few days?" Jean
questioned, entering the room.
"You know I don't, but what about Scott?"
"Scott and I are over; I ended things tonight," she
started. "It was for the best...and before you say it, no it wasn't
"Sometimes I really hate that you're telepathic," Storm
joked. "So what happened?"
"The condensed version is that I saved us both a lot of pain
by ending things now rather than later. I just realized that we've
become a habit, and that's not what a relationship should be. We
were more like roommates than lovers, and we both deserve more than
what we were getting. Scott wants to get married and settle down,
and I'm just not ready for that yet. Yeah, I may have if I were sure
he was the right guy, but we've been with each other for so
long...and it was the first big-time relationship for both of us; I
can see how we wanted to hold onto it, but if we continued then we
would have eventually gotten married and put our kids through the
pain of divorce. It was better for everyone this way."
"So now what? You jump from uptight, by-the-rules Scott to
adventurous, dangerous Logan?"
"Now I get to be me. I don't know what will happen between
me and Logan, or if anything ever will. Right now I just want to
find myself again. Besides, if I jumped right into Logan's waiting
arms, it would rub everything in Scott's face and make him think
that I only broke up with him so I could be with Logan, and that's
not it at all. Yes, Logan made me realize what I was missing with
Scott, but I didn't end things with Scott just so I could have
Logan. I'm not that cruel. And I do love Scott, I probably always
will, but I'm just not in love with him anymore."
"Wow; let me ask you a question: does Logan know you've
ended it with Scott?" Storm asked.
"Not yet, but I'm sure he'll hear about it in the morning.
Gossip around here travels pretty fast, especially if Jubilee finds
out. It's not like I'm trying to hide it from him, but I know that
when he finds out he'll more than likely come on strong with the
pick-up lines and such. Then I'll have to explain that I'm not ready
to jump into another relationship yet."
"I'm betting Logan will understand," Storm reasoned. "After
all, he's respected your wishes this far, hasn't he?"
"Yeah, he has," Jean replied, thinking back to her
conversation with Logan on the jet.
"How did Scott take it?"
"Pretty well, considering everything I said. I know I hurt
him, but I think he understands. He's going to ask the Professor for
some time off, though, so that we can try to move past this and stay
on good terms. When I left tonight, he wasn't mad at me and we were
still speaking. It might be a little weird for a while, but it'll
turn out okay," Jean explained.
"Scott's little cheering section will be mad at you for a
long time for this," Storm teased.
"Yeah, I know. I'll turn into the bitch who dumped safe
Scott for unpredictable Logan, even though it's not the reason for
the breakup at all. They're teenagers, and they jump to conclusions;
I can't really blame them for acting their age...especially if Bobby
and Rogue contribute to the gossip and tell them when went down last
night while I was working on the jet."
"What did happen? You can't leave me hanging!" Storm said,
enjoying the girl talk.
"Logan kissed me, or I kissed him; either way it was mutual
on both parts, and what finally made me realize that Scott and I
aren't meant for each other was the fact that Scott was the farthest
thing from my mind. I'm sure Rogue and Bobby saw it; they were both
pretty upset and surprised that I'd `cheat' on Scott with Logan, and
I'm pretty sure Rogue hates me now since she's kinda had a thing for
Logan all along, and there he is kissing me in front of her."
"I'm guessing you conveniently left that part out when you
talked to Scott?"
"Not exactly. He made me so angry earlier, that I told him
that I'd kissed Logan," Jean said.
"I'm sure that went over well," Storm added, sarcastically.
"Well, that was the fight. That's when I gave him back the
engagement ring and told him to come talk to me when he grew up."
"Yeah. But enough about me; since we're doing girl talk,
what's up with you and Kurt? Don't even deny it; you know I can read
both your minds," Jean smiled.
"Did I ever tell you that sometimes I really hate you're a
telepath?" Storm teased.
"Don't change the subject," Jean stated.
Storm sighed. "Kurt's sweet."
"And nothing. I just met the guy, Jean," Storm smiled.
The girls continued their girl talk late into the night,
and Jean slept later than usual the next morning. Breakfast was
almost over when she headed down for breakfast the next morning. She
fixed herself a cup of coffee and stood by the counter drinking it.
All eyes turned to her as Logan made his appearance a few minutes
later, looking as tired as she did. Some of the older students began
to talk as Logan approached her.
"Morning; rough night?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he said, touching her waist briefly as he reached
around her to grab a cup. "You have a late night too?"
"Yeah. Scott and I broke up last night. I'm sure the kids
all know about it by now, and you coming down right behind me,
looking as tired as I feel doesn't help dissipate gossip any.
They're over there talking about how I left Scott for you, and how I
happily ran to your bed last night. Rogue and Bobby saw us kissing
outside the jet the other night, and that's only added to the
rumors," Jean informed him quietly.
Logan shrugged. "Wanna give `em a show?" he teased, grinning
when he saw he blush at the suggestion. "Relax, Red, I'm just
teasin' ya," he smiled, moving a little closer and placing a hand
lightly on her hip for good measure.
Jean's breath caught in her throat when he touched her, and
all she could think about was what it was like kissing him the other
night, and what it would be like to kiss him again. She shook
herself back to reality, sensing his mind beginning to wander there
as well. "Well, I suggest you drink a lot of that coffee, then,
because I have the feeling you and Storm will be heading up the
renovation up here while I check on the Professor and begin
contacting some of the students."
"Why isn't Scott leading the renovation?" Logan asked
"Scott has taken some vacation time; he's already left the
mansion," Jean explained.
"I see; you okay about it?" Logan asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. We're both different people now than we
were several years ago. We parted on good terms and we're still
friends. We both understood that it wasn't fair to either of us to
stay together," Jean gave him the short version. "And that's not an
open invitation for you to ask me out, either. I don't want to be
anyone's girlfriend for awhile; I just want to be me."
"Got it," he said stepping back.
"See you around, then; I'm going to get to work," she said,
leaving before her mind could wander down any more roads she wasn't
ready to head down just yet.
Jean had been down in her office in the medlab for most of
the day. She was working on a list of who she had contacted and who
she still needed to contact when the doors to the medlab opened and
Logan walked in.
"We're all taking a break upstairs; figured you probably
haven't taken one all day, so I came to remind you to take one," he
Jean looked up and removed her glasses, offering a small
smile. "How's it going up there?" she asked.
"We're almost finished. We made a few small changes to give
us something new to look at, but nothing drastic. How's your part
coming?" he replied.
"Here's the list of students I've been able to contact. It's
actually pretty short, considering how long I've been at it," she
handed him the list and began massaging her temples.
"Headache?" he questioned, watching her.
She didn't even bother to deny it. "Yeah. I'm not sure if
it's from a lack of sleep, stress, trying to contact all the
students, or a combination." She walked out into the main bay and
got some Tylenol and a glass of water. She returned a few minutes
later and sat on the edge of her desk beside Logan.
"Wanna get some fresh air?" he offered. "It's a great day
for a walk."
Jean thought about it for a few moments before agreeing. "Do
you plan on joining me?"
"Of course, unless you mind. They can survive without me the
rest of the day, especially since Peter came back earlier this
She nodded and got up. "I guess it would be okay for me to
finish this tomorrow. There's not much else I can do with a headache
anyway," she said, heading for the elevator.
"The kids are talking; they think you and me have had
something going on behind Scott's back since before I left. They
blame you for it all, you know. I hate listening to them bad mouth
you and thought about saying something, but it would probably make
matters worse coming from me," Logan explained, catching up to her.
"I knew they would. Everyone loves Scott; I'm not saying
they hate me, because most of the students are quite fond of me, but
Scott has his own little cheering section, and those girls can make
everything sound bad. Scott can straighten them out when he comes
back if he wants to. I know they're mad at me, but they still
respect me as a doctor and as their teacher," she told him.
Scott had been gone for a month on a road trip of sorts.
He'd finally had enough and was ready to head back to the mansion.
He got on his bike and was ready to speed off when a young woman
about 21 approached him. Scott looked at her. She was pretty; she
was tall and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Can I hitch a ride?" she asked.
"You don't even know where I'm going," Scott stated.
"Sure I do. You're going back to Xavier's School for Gifted
Youngsters. You're Scott, right? My name is Sydney," she introduced
herself. "I'm telepathic and telekinetic," she added before he could
ask how she knew about the school.
"You're a little old to be a student; am I correct in
assuming you want to join the X-Men? Or would you prefer being a
teacher at the school?" Scott asked.
"Actually, I've heard a lot about Dr. Jean Grey. She's a
telepath too, right? I want to meet her; maybe she can help me
develop my powers more."
"I'm sure she'll try; Professor Xavier would probably be
willing to help as well," Scott commented.
"Alright, then, what are we waiting for?" she asked
impatiently. With that, she boarded the bike, and Scott took off for
The school had gotten back to normal a week after they had
returned. All the children were back and they were beginning to feel
safe again. The students missed Scott and asked when he would be
back, but they were no longer blaming Jean for his departure. Jean
missed him too, but not because she regretted her decision. She'd
always been able to talk to Scott, and she missed getting to have
those conversations. Meanwhile, she'd taken to talking to Logan and
Storm about everything, and she'd even managed to get Rogue to open
up a little.
Rogue had just left Jean's office after getting some pain
medicine for her headache when Logan walked in. "Hey, haven't seen
you since breakfast. You been down here all day?" he asked casually.
"Yeah. The Professor informed me that Scott's returning
today; I guess I've been preparing myself," she said, sitting on one
of the examining tables.
Logan watched her as she sat there in her white lab coat,
her long legs dangling above the floor. She smiled at him
flirtatiously, and Logan could swear that he saw seduction in her
eyes. Maybe she was ready to move on. "You're beautiful, you know
that?" he said quietly.
"Logan, don't start," she replied. She had gotten used to
complements from him, but still blushed when he gave them.
"Don't start what?" he asked innocently. He was tired of
waiting; he wanted to do something to speed things up a bit, but he
didn't want to push her. "It's been a month since Scott left, don't
you think it's time to move on?"
She sighed. He understood when she told him she wasn't
ready, so why was he pushing her now? "I know it's been a month, but
I'm not ready for a serious relationship again."
"Who said anything about a serious relationship? Don't get
me wrong, I'm not here for a one night stand, but what about a
casual thing until you're ready to get serious?" he asked her,
moving to stand in front of her, his hands resting on either side of
her on the table.
Jean hated when he stood that close because it made it
impossible for her to think clearly, and he obviously knew it. "A
casual thing?" she managed to get out.
"Yeah, you know. A few dates here and there, holding hands,
stolen kisses in the stairs. No serious commitment yet, just casual
until you're ready for more," he explained.
She thought about his offer for a few minutes. His offer was
very tempting; she desperately wanted to find out if the thing
between them was just lust or if there was really something
there. "You want to take me on dates?" she smiled. It had been a
long time since she'd been on an official date.
"Sure, why not?" he grinned, downplaying it a bit. "What do
ya say, Red?"
He was standing inches away from her at that moment; she
could hardly breathe. The next thing she knew, her arms were wrapped
around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair as they kissed.
She didn't know who started it, but she knew it felt good. He slid
his hands to her waist and let his fingers touch the soft skin of
her stomach under her shirt. He slowly helped her ease off the table
until she was standing as close to him as she could possibly get
without actually being in his skin. One hand slid up her back as he
rested the other dangerously low on her hip.
She finally pulled away, only because she needed to breathe.
She looked in his eyes as they both tried to catch their breath. She
didn't have to read his mind to affirm what she saw there; he wanted
her, and it was more than just lust; he was in love with her. If she
were honest with herself, she'd admit that she'd begun falling for
He continued to let his fingers dance over the soft skin
under her shirt near her navel. She smiled at him, as if giving him
permission to touch her, as she moved her hands down to the well-
defined muscles of his chest. She leaned up and playfully kissed the
corner of his mouth, and pulled away grinning. She knew no matter
how macho he was, she exerted a power over him that could bring him
to his knees in a heartbeat; she liked having that power.
"So, what do you say? Have dinner with me tonight?" he
asked, kissing her neck.
"Well, despite the short notice, you make it incredibly hard
for a girl to say no," she grinned, stepping just out of his reach.
When he took a step toward her, she used her powers to stop him in
his tracks. "Scott's on his way down," Jean simply said. She wasn't
about to hurt him anymore by being caught in a compromising position
Logan shook his head understanding. "Want me to go?"
"You should stay; Scott's going to eventually see us
together, anyway. I just don't think he's ready to witness any
little displays of affection, especially not what we were just
doing," she smiled a bit.
"Right," Logan said, sitting at her desk.
She rolled her eyes and pretended to look annoyed, hiding a
smile. She sat on the edge of her desk beside him, and he couldn't
resist rubbing his fingers along her thigh lightly. She shuddered at
the touch as the doors to the medlab opened.
Scott walked in followed by Sydney. When he saw Jean and
Logan in her office with him touching her, he was a little
rattled. "She never used to let me sit in her chair," he muttered
walked over to her door. He knocked a couple of times to get her
attention. "I hope we're not disrupting anything," he said, refusing
to look directly at either of them.
Jean stood and faced him. "No, I was expecting you. Did you
have a nice vacation?" she asked.
"It was okay. I did a lot of thinking, and managed to have
some fun. Oh, and I brought back a new recruit," he gestured to
"Hi, I'm Sydney MacKenzie," she introduced herself to her
"Dr. Jean Grey, but you already new that," Jean smiled,
sensing the young woman was a bit star struck.
"Yeah," Sydney grinned almost shyly. "You're the reason I
came back with Scott; I'm telepathic and telekinetic, too, and I
was hoping you could help me develop my powers more than what they
are. I have a graduate degree in Biology as well, so perhaps I could
help you out around here."
"Logan, why don't you and Scott leave us alone to get better
acquainted?" she suggested. She liked Sydney already, and wanted to
get to know her better. Plus, she had to admit that she was a bit
flattered that she had an admirer, possibly even a protegee.
The last person Scott wanted to have anything to do with
was Logan, but he knew Jean wanted to get to know Sydney. "Come on,
Logan, you can catch me up on what's happened since my vacation,"
Scott said before heading out of the office.
Logan stood, and seeing that Scott wasn't looking, couldn't
resist kissing Jean briefly. "Meet me outside on the West Wing
terrace at 7:30," he said, kissing her again before leaving. He
walked quickly to catch up to Scott, who was almost at the elevator
Jean couldn't help but smile as Logan walked away. She knew
he had checked to make sure Scott wasn't looking before he had
kissed her, and he had definitely got some brownie points for that.
She hadn't really wanted him to go, but Sydney's arrival had piqued
her interest, and she wanted to find out more about this young woman
who seemed to be like a younger, blonde version of herself.
"Wow, quite a guy you've got there," Sydney grinned. "Very
"Yeah, but you have no idea how messed up my love life has
been lately," Jean sighed.
"So fill me in," Sydney requested, eager to hear the story.
She knew something was up between Jean and Scott, but she didn't pry
into either of their minds to find out; it wasn't her place. If she
were to learn the story, someone would tell it to her.
"Scott and I used to be engaged; we'd dated for years and
been friends a few years before that," Jean started.
"Let me guess: Logan came along and made the third side to a
perfectly shaped triangle," Sydney finished.
"Pretty much. We were both attracted to each other from the
start, but my relationship with Scott was pretty much done for
before I ever met Logan. I don't want you to get the wrong idea; I
never cheated on Scott with Logan, and I didn't leave Scott for
Logan. Scott and I talked, and we both agreed that we were saving
ourselves a lot of pain by ending things now before anyone else got
involved. Logan made me realize that my relationship with Scott was
just a habit, and we both deserve more than that. We parted on good
terms, but it still has to be hard for Scott to see me with Logan."
Jean then had an idea. "What Scott needs is someone to be there for
him; to give him what I can't...what about you?"
"Woah, hold there a sec; don't start trying to play
matchmaker. Scott's cute, but he's so uptight, and well, I'm not. I
like to break a few rules here and there, when it's not too
dangerous, and I like to relax and have fun. Scott just doesn't seem
like my type," Sydney shook her head.
"Maybe that's what he needs. That's what I couldn't give
him; I'm not as uptight and by-the-book as Scott is, but I still
have trouble relaxing and cutting loose...that's mostly what makes
Logan and I such a good match; He's a lot like youthe have fun,
impulsive, wild guy. We sort of balance each other; he needs my
rational judgement and rules like I need his adventure, passion, and
occasional danger," Jean explained.
"Maybe, but I don't even know Scott. I just hitched a ride
with him," Sydney smiled. "I know you feel bad for leaving him high
and dry, but you've just gotta let whatever happens, happen."
"I guess so. Okay, enough about that; you said you have a
graduate degree in Biology?" Jean asked.
"Molecular Biology, actually. I have to confess that I've
wanted to be you, ever since I heard about you," Sydney said,
blushing a bit.
Jean didn't know how to respond. "You wanted to be me?
You've heard about me?"
Sydney nodded. "When I first noticed my powers, I researched
mutations and genetics and the such. I found out about this school
and heard about the X-Men. You're name came up a lot, not only
related to this school, but also to the Senate hearings and other
work you've done regarding mutations and genetics. Being the
overachiever that I am, I worked my butt off in high school and
college, managing to finish my degree a little early," Sydney
Jean was shocked. She really had found her protegee. "I
thought you were a little young to have a graduate degree in
molecular biology. You can't be any older than 24."
"21 actually; 22 next month," Sydney smiled proudly. She'd
obviously managed to impress Jean.
"Jeez, you are young, and I don't mean that in a bad way,"
Jean said. "I admit, that's quite impressive; are you thinking of
going to med school? You'd probably make it in half the time
required," she added.
"Probably, but I was never cut out to be a doctor. Genetics
is really the only science that has ever interested me, and though
I'm good at it, I loathe any kind of math. I know all that's
necessary for med school, so I'm quite content just being a
molecular biologist. No matter how much I admire you, I just
couldn't bring myself to go through with everything necessary for
Jean nodded. "I hated it, too. Have you spoken with the
Professor yet? I'd love to have you help me out around here and in
my biology class. Perhaps he may even have you teach a class
"That'd be cool. I mostly just came here to meet you and see
if there might be a place for me here," Sydney said.
"If I get my way, there's definitely a place for you here;
have you thought about joining the X-Men?" Jean asked curiously.
"I thought about it, but I wasn't sure if I should. I mean,
we have basically the same powers, and your's are stronger than
mine; would I really be necessary on missions?"
"You'd be surprised at how helpful telepathy and telekinesis
are on missions," Jean smiled. "I think we need to go speak to the
Professor," Jean stated getting up.