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Please Get Well For Christmas
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"Scott are you sure that your aren't well enough to go with me
to visit my parents?" Jean Gray Summers asked the lump of covers in
the middle of her and her husband's bed. There was a muffled reply
that Jean could not make out from the lump in the middle of the
bed. Jean just sighed. "You just had to save the puppy didn't
you? It took you and Logan four hours to lure it out from under
that trash heap, and during that time you got an awful chill, which lead
to a bad case of the flu. The flu led to bronchitis because you
didn't take care of yourself. What am I going to do with
you?" Jean asked gently. "You could make sure that he
doesn't skip meals, gets enough sleep at night and takes care of
himself. The same thing I have been telling him to do for
years." Hank McCoy's voice stated from the doorway.
"Besides I would not recommend you taking him to your parents
house, the cold weather is not good for him, and he is still
contagious." Jean just faced her long time friend with a sigh
"He will be healthy for Christmas right? My niece, nephew and
Bobby will be very disappointed if he's to sick to distract me while
they steal all the sour cherry candy canes off the tree." Hank just
smiled, "He should be. That's if he follows my orders and
stays in bed and listens to his doctor for once. I have him on
some pretty powerful medications, so he should be up to conspiring with
Joey and Galen when they arrive in about three days. " Hank
looked thoughtful for a moment and added "Besides I get my share of
the candy canes from Bobby." Jean just gave Hank an exasperated
expression "Wouldn't it just be easier if we bought more sour
cherry candy canes and less regular ones? That way we have enough
for everyone and no one has to steal their share from the tree? That way
we may have some left for Christmas and Professor Xavier doesn't have to
enforce the 'no stealing candy canes from the tree' rule?" Hank
just looked at her with an expression of mock horror "And mess with
this schools long tradition? Don't worry Jean we will take care of
him while your gone. I mean what could happen in three days?
Besides that, Nathan will be here in two day to check in on us and can
inform you of any misdeeds. Besides all we will be doing is
decorating for Christmas what could possibly go wrong?" Jean just
looked at Hank for a moment. "I guess your right. With
all of the X-men here to take care of him what could possibly go
wrong? I guess I am leaving then. Take care of him and I
will see you all in three days when I bring my family up." Jean
turned to the pile of covers on the bed, "Scott take care, and I
will be back in three days." She thought she heard the muffled
reply of "Have fun, and take care." from under the
covers as she walked out of the bedroom.
Scott Summers knew he was sick. He just wished that everyone would
just leave him alone to die in misery. The first thing he realized
was that someone was poking him and insistently calling his name.
"Scott" was his name right? He didn't think it was Jean
he vaguely remembered hearing something about her leaving and to take
care of himself. He felt someone poke him again, saying
"Scott wake up." When he pulled his head out from under the
covers there was a beautiful red head looking down at him.
Jean? No Jean is gone. As the image came into focus his
groggy mind came up with a name. "Rogue." He just barely
managed to croak out. His throat hurt and it felt like he had a
weight on his chest. "Hey Sugar, I was getting worried. I
just wanted to ask you what you wanted for dinner? Would soup
sound good to ya?" Scott just nodded at her question. Rogue
just smiled down at him. "You are really feeling lousy if
you're willing to eat soup. I will bring the soup up in about an
hour and your pill to. I hate to bother you about this, since Jean's
gone. What do you think? Should we cook three turkeys or
two? I say three but the Cajun is saying two because he thinks we
will have too much left over turkey. What do you think Cyke?"
It took a while for the information to connect on what a 'Turkey' was
and what it was used for. "Three." Rogue just smiled
down at him, "Good you agree. I go tell that Cajun that we
are cooking three turkeys whether he likes it or not.
Leftovers," Rouge continued with a snort "It's Christmas your
spose to have leftovers. I bring your soup right up." Scott
heard the door of his bedroom close quietly. He realized that he
had been dozing when he thought he hear the sound of two arguing voices
from down stairs. One was a female voice with a heavy southern
accent, the other a male voice with a heavy French accent. They
were arguing about a turkey and it was getting very heated. That's
when Scott heard the sound of the explosion, glass shattering. When he
looked out his bedroom window a few moments later he could swear he saw
the sight of a flaming turkey shooting across the sky.
He was getting poked again. "Cyke wake up. Drake and I
need to know where the duct tape is. We are trying to put up
the Christmas lights and we need to know where the duct tape is.
Cyke wake up." When Scott opened his eyes he was looking up at a
very hairy man. What was his name? Logan? Yes that's
it. "What." He croaked his throat still hurt and the
weight on his chest seemed heavier, he also felt a little itchy.
"Bout time you woke up. Do you know where the duct tape
is? Drake doesn't have a freaking clue. If you know where
the Christmas lights are that would be a huge help to. I think you
were the one that got stuck taking them down last July if I am not
wrong." He just sat staring at Logan, as his mind tried to
understand what a duck would want to do with a roll of tape and why
would he take Christmas lights down in July? The answer finally
came to him. "In the shed under the tarp, and in the attic in the
box marked 'Easter decorations' Bobby and Jubilee put them away."
"Thanks and I will make sure no one else bothers you Cyke.
Drake and I are going up on the roof to put the lights up. So if
ya hear anything don't worry." Scott just nodded at him. He
came to a while later with the sounds of foots falls and voices coming
from the roof just over his bed. Something about the snowman maybe
being too heavy for the roof to support. Scott decided just then
to get up and get a glass of water, and was in the bathroom when he
heard a very loud crash. When he stepped out of the bathroom the
only thought that came to his mind was how was he ever going to explain
the good-looking snow woman lying in the middle of their bed to
Jean. That's when he heard a female voice roar from outside,
"Robert!"
He was getting poked again. "Slym wake up." He
opened his eyes to a set of steel gray ones. "Slym wake
up. I just wanted to tell you I wouldn't make it for
Christmas. I just wanted you to pass that on to Redd for me.
Slym wake up." Scott opened his eyes and tried to remember where he
was and who the man in front of him was. He was not in his
bedroom. Oh yes, the snow woman and the hole in the roof. He
was in a guestroom. Steel gray hair, steel gray eyes, called him
Slym. Nate. His chest really felt heavy, his throat hurt and
he really felt itchy everywhere. Worse than before, he was getting
better right? Nate poked him again. "Slym are you following
me? I want you to tell Redd I can't make it for Christmas
dinner." Right then Scott felt like he was choking, and struggled
to grasp out the next words. "Nate.I..can't.breath."
"McCoy!" He heard Nate shout. From a great
distance he heard running and Hank's voice shout out. "He's
having a severe reaction to his medication. Someone help me move
him to sickbay right now!" That's about when everything went
black.
Scott came to with a bright light shinning down into his eyes. He
once again met a pair of steel gray eyes. "Don't ever do that to me
again! Do you understand me!" Nate just glared down at
him. "If you were so determined for me to spend the holidays
here you could have just nagged like a normal parent. You're just
to suborn to do anything in a half measure aren't you? You scared
the hell out of all of us." "Sorry." He tried to
croak out. "Redd be happy though." Nate just
glared at him some more. "Yea, she will be thrilled. Go back
to sleep. She will be back tonight some time. Don't pull a
stunt like that again or I will shoot you. Understand?" Scott
just nodded to Nate as he drifted back to sleep.
This time he was awoken by a kiss. Opened his eyes to the most
beautiful set of green eyes that he never got tried of looking up in
to. Jean just smiled down at him. "How are you feeling
sleeping beauty?" Scott took a quick inventory, his throat didn't
hurt so much, and the weight on his chest was gone.
"Better." He smiled he didn't sound like a frog any
more. "Glad to hear it. I understand you gave everyone a
scare while I was gone. Got Nate to stay for the holidays."
"What day is it?" Scott asked. Trying to place
what had happen for the last couple of days and not being able to put
much together. Jean just smiled down at him and replied "Christmas
Eve. Hank said that if you take it easy through the day. He
will bring you up so you can help us trim the tree. Hank said you
should be feeling more like your old self for Christmas morning.
Promise me that you will be good and take it easy today so we can bring
you up to help trim the tree." "Promise." Scott
croaked out. "Good." Jean replied and pulled something out of
her pocket. "I stole this for you." In her hand
she had a sour cherry candy cane. "I figured you won't be
really up to stealing your share this year. So I thought I would
grab one for you. Don't tell anyone that I stole it out of the
box. Merry Christmas Slym." As Scott drifted off to sleep he
replied "Merry Christmas to you too Redd."
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