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A Sleepless Night
Disclaimer: As
always, belongs to Marvel Comics and other related companies associated
with the movie. I
own no rights, though I would LOVE to own Scott... *dreamy look* Ahem.
*blushes*
Setting:
Movie. If you've seen it, you'll know the scene I'm writing about
;D if not, then go and
rent/buy it NOW! It's too damn good hehehe!
Characters: Scott/Jean, others mentioned
and/or cameo. Jean's POV
Comments: This is my interpretation of what
COULD have happened durring this part of the movie. Everything
IN the movie has stayed the same, I took extra care in writing those
parts because I like to be true to the
original most times. Everything ELSE is my own imagination *^^*
I hope you like, let me know, ne?
Now... on to the story!
setting takes place in the X-Men movie
*< insert words >* = telepathic use
It was late in the evening when I finally got back to our room. I don't know
how much Scott saw of my conversation with Logan, but he must be getting
jealous. Otherwise he wouldn't have lingered behind to talk to him alone. I
hope he doesn't do anything foolish... Scott may have the air of the most
patient man on Earth, but it's only a facade. I don't know how many times I've
seen him in the gym after a mission that went wrong beating a punching bag.
Sometimes so severely he makes his knuckles bleed. He's just temperamental,
especially when things affect him personally. He doesn't talk things out well,
and generally doesn't open up much. Even to me. But he hasn't slept well in
the past week and he's very much on edge. Logan's simple flirting may just
drive him over that fine line. Scott might be a great fighter, but her
wouldn't be stupid enough to take on the man with the claws...
Would he?
I'm being silly. Scott is a big boy, he can take care of himself. I needed to
have a talk with him, tonight, even if he didn't like them. I looked over to
the clock on the dresser. Typical. It seems as if I never get into bed before
one in the morning anymore. Oh well, I knew in the beginning that being an
X-Man would mean sacrifices. Sleep was one of them sometimes.
I grabbed the purple satin nightgown out of my side of the dresser and headed
towards the bathroom. I took
down my hair and brushed the tangles out. Thoughts drifting back to all that
happened today. Meeting Logan, my close call with his claws, meeting Rogue,
and after getting Logan to agree to let me run some tests, learning of his
most unusual skeletal system. Magneto's threat... so much for one day, no
wonder Scott was on edge. I never realized how much on edge I was myself.
Shaking my red hair slightly, I take off the red sweater and skirt and
replaced them with the nightgown. As much as I love red, I love purple even
more. As my thoughts drifted on, I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
Everynight routine. I switched off the lights to the bathroom just as I heard
the bedroom door open and shut with a slight slam. I knew he was going to be
irritable, but he was going to talk to me. I opened the bathroom door and step
out.
He was tense. I could even see the the small vein throbbing in his temple. I
don't think I've ever seen him this upset over another person before, was
there something more going on? "Scott...?" I asked quietly. He
looked at me from the trance he was in.
"I want to go to bed..." he said quiet wearily, obviously not
wanting to talk about what's happened.
I watched him gather his bed clothes, a white cotton shirt and light blue
pajama pants, and walked into the bathroom. I turned down the queen size bed
we shared and climbed in on my usual side, away from the dresser. Scott was
the morning person, not me. He dealt with the evil alarm clock.
Scott emerged from the bathroom a few moments after I got into bed. His
glasses were now strapped across his eyes, just in case. He is always careful
about his powers, even more so since we decided to share a room. I've always
felt bad that his mutation never shut off. He damaged his brain as a child
resulting in his mutation being constantly "on." The only thing that
restrained his power was the ruby-quartz glasses he always wore. I'm sure he
has beautiful eyes...
He climbed into bed alongside me. It dawned on me that he left the light on,
meaning he wasn't ready to go to bed just yet. But why?
"I hate him," he blurted out, keeping his eyes to the ceiling.
I was shocked to say the least. He wasn't one to be so... well, blunt. Caught
off guard, I just mindlessly responded "Logan?" though I knew full
well it was him.
"I hate the way he looks at you." He said, finally turning his eyes
to me.
Looks like I won't have to force the talk this time... He was finally opening
a little.
I kissed his forehead, and I at least got him to relax a bit before that vein
burst, and as I wrapped my arms around him, his body eased a little as well.
"You haven't slept well, Scott. You are so on edge that you won't sleep
well tonight either. Why do you let things get to you like this, honey?"
I was being honest, he lets every little thing get to him. Logan was simply
playing with matches around a powder keg. The thing I couldn't tell is if
Logan knows it and is just testing him, or if he really doesn't understand how
powerful Scott can be when he's pushed too far. I've only known him one day,
and even though he hates being confined and undermines authority, I can sense
a strong will to protect. He would definitely be an asset to our team, but it
all depends on if he can take an order from Scott in battle.
"He's uncontrollable, Jean. I can't believe the Professor would allow
that man to reside here! He's a complete waste of time to the X-Men."
"He's a good fighter."
"Did you hear what Rogue had to say? She told us about what happened in
the Bar in Canada."
"He protected himself."
"Yeah, like a wild animal. Someone like him has no business working with
us. He could endanger everyone in this school! And I seriously doubt he's used
to working in a team situation where he wouldn't be in
command."
"Scott, listen to yourself. You are only looking at him through your
personal views in which have been
clouded because of his infatuation with me. You don't see him as a leader
should see him. He could very well
be just what we need."
"I need him like I need a rock in my head, Jean."
All I could do was sigh. There was no use of trying to get him to see Logan as
anything but an animal, that's all he wanted to see. He wanted some excuse to
hate him other than the reason he felt threatened from the rough Canadian
because of me. Did he honestly believe that Logan had a chance with me? I
wanted to tell Scott I love him, that I wanted only him. Scott has my heart
and he always will, that's what he wanted me to tell him. But I know better
than that. He's insecure, and me telling him what he wanted to hear was
something that would always continue if I didn't make him see how silly his
insecurity was. Yes, I do love him. Yes, he has my heart. But he has to know
how I feel and remember that without me telling him everytime someone flirts
with me.
I placed my hand on his chest above his heart. I looked into his glasses,
trying in vain to see his eyes. "Scott, please stop this. Honestly, do
you see what's going on? You are acting like a five-year old with his favorite
toy having to be shared. Is that how you see me? As some sort of toy? A
prize?"
He shook his head "No Jean. Not at all! I was just--"
"Then stop this foolishness. Logan is just testing his limits here, like
anyone would. He wants to see how much he can get away with before something
happens. He wants to see how much he can push you until you break. Don't give
him the pleasure of seeing you this upset." I took a moment and looked at
his chest where my hand was and looked back into his eyes. "As for me,
you know where my heart lies. You shouldn't be so worried, love."
He blushed. I knew he was tough and he thought of himself as a 'real man,' but
whenever I called him 'love' he always blushed like a teenager falling in love
for the first time. He might be insecure, but he is my insecure love. When he
was a child, he lost everything. His home, his only brother, even his parents.
He grew up very lonely, and it's hard dealing with that confinement even as an
adult, but Scott isn't alone anymore, and with my love, he never will be
again.
His body became less rigid. If I hadn't known any better, he was on the verge
of tears. He knew he was being over zealous about Logan, I think he's finally
realizing that no matter what I'm not going to leave him. And he knew he was
hurting me with his jealousy. "I'm... I'm sorry, Jean. I know I shouldn't
be so worried. And more optimistic when the Professor makes a decision, but
with the way he's been acting towards me and the way he looks at you, it would
drive a sane man crazy. Can you forgive me?"
I'm a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, so I caressed the
side of his face with my hand. He followed my fingers as I drew him to me and
I kissed him lightly on his lips. The kiss was simple, but very sweet and just
a prelude to an even more deeper, more passionate kiss. I wrapped my hands
around him, my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sweet kiss, both Scott and I both
relaxing finally from all the previous tension.
After a long, frozen moment in time, we broke apart. We held each other close
as if we were a mirage to the other, not wanting the dream to end. There's
something else I wanted to ask him about, and this was the best time I could
ever hope for to ask.
"Scott, love, there's something I wanted to ask you..." I began
hesitantly. I knew what I was about to ask would change us forever. Whether it
be a good or bad change, I didn't know yet.
"Go on.." He said, his eyes were searching mine, I knew it.
"The Professor has been teaching me in the use of my powers to be able to
reach a higher level in telepathy. I've been studying as well, and there's
this link called a 'Psychic Repport' where in two people join together
mentally to become one. A constant link into someone else's mind if you will.
I'd like to establish one between us, Scott. A part of you in my head, a part
of me in yours. I know what I'm asking is alot... there would be total
sharing, total intimacy, and total trust. I will understand if you don't want
too, I know there's a part of you that you keep hidden from everyone including
me, and there's things about me you might not like to see, but the thing is is
that you are the only person I have ever loved--my soul-mate if you will--and
I want to take our relationship to a deeper level. I'll understand if you say
no..."
I was nervous. I was scared to think he might reject my idea, and at the same
time I was scared he would accept it. With most couple's, there's always
secrets. Between them, about them, about others that no one should ever know.
I just asked the man that I love to put all that aside and risk everything on
this bond. It would bring us closer, knowing everything about the other. But I
was willing to risk it. I love him and that's all I ever needed to know.
"What if I say yes?" he answered back after a moment of thinking.
"Wha...?" I really should stay more alert around Scott, this is
twice tonight he's caught me off guard.
He took my hand in his. "I would trust you with my life, Jean. You are
the most important person in my life, and I would be honored to have a bond
between us. There are things I haven't told you, other things I've simply been
too afraid to tell or ask, but through it all, you've been the most
understanding and patient person I could ever know. I'm the luckiest man alive
because I have you in my life and able to tell you freely that I love you. I
worry about too much about you sometimes, but it's only out of my deep love
for you that I worry. I think that the psychic rapport would be the beginning
of a new era for our life together. If I trust you with my life, I trust you
with my mind, angel."
Now it was my turn to blush like a teenager. His words were so eloquent that I
couldn't help but get a little misty and he smiled at my sparkling eyes. I
reached up and touched his temple. "This will feel a little overwhelming
at first." I said, though there was no reason too. I'm sure he already
knew that it would be, but he wasn't afraid. And neither was I anymore.
As I opened the bond in his mind connecting to mine, both of us felt as if we
were free falling from the sky. A connection to each other that was shared by
no one else. We saw the others' fears. The others' hurt, pain, and joy. The
pasts and the presents. The family, the lack there of. The sorrow, the sense
of abandonment, the falsehoods, the loss. We shared everything in an instant,
each of us becoming one person. Our lives combining in a way that no other
human thought possible. The ecstasy of it all. The pain of it all. But we were
one now, and though I felt a bit unnerved by it all, as I knew Scott was as
well, I smiled as brightly as I could and kissed him once more.
*You are my light, Scott. Your fears about your powers, about me, about the
team... Only a stupid man wouldn't be afraid. I will always help and support
you as long as I live. Remember that, my love.* I said to him, knowing full
well that he could read hear me through our new bond.
He kissed me intimately, holding me close as if I'd fall if he didn't. *And
you are my light, Jean. Your fears about me, about your powers, and about our
life together, I will always be there for you. Never doubt my love for you...*
I smiled into his kisses. *I never could, dear.* I thought back. Nothing could
describe the euphoria I was feeling at that moment. We were both so open, so
honest with each other for the first time. It was a feeling I will never
forget, but with all happy moments around this mansion, something had to break
the moment of peace.
We both jumped at the sound of the duel scream. A loud man and the shrill
screech of a girl. We didn't do anything at first, all we could do was stare
at our closed door. "It sounded like..."
Scott was again on alert sitting on the bed. His muscles that had finally been
relaxed started to harden all over again. Obviously he was trying to figure
out what happened, but then I heard another scream.
"SOMEBODY HELP!"
It sounded like...
"Logan!" We said in unison. Scott jumped from the bed and I threw on
my robe as we ran down the hall to his room. Some of the kids had already
gathered before the door, watching the scene going on in the room. They all
looked scared, but I didn't know why until we got through the gathered and
Scott turned on the lights.
Rogue was touching Logan. Skin to skin contact. His eye were wide with fright,
his mouth twitching under her touch. She had her fingers to his cheek, and her
expression showed she was frightened as well. Were those holes in her back...?
I caught a glimpse of three small holes before they were sealed up, obviously
from her exposure to Logan's healing factor. What had transpired? What was
going on? As Ororo entered the room, obviously scared as much as we all were.
Rogue finally let Logan go from her touch and he fell to the floor convulsing.
My doctor instincts made me move first, and I fell to his side, trying to stop
him from the convulsions.
"Scott, grab a pillow!" I ordered, and he obeyed by grabbing the
pillow off the bed and helping me make Logan comfortable. I barely even
noticed when Rogue spoke to Ororo, saying it was an accident, I was too
involved in trying to make sure Logan would live. I didn't even notice she
left the room until Scott told the other kids to go back to their rooms,
Jubilee and Kitty argued slightly with him saying they didn't want to go back
since she was their roommate. By that time Logan wasn't spasming any longer,
he looked as if his healing factor was finally kicking in and helping him
recover. I looked over to Jubilee and Kitty. "She isn't dangerous, we're
all mutants here and we have to be treated with just as much respect as
anyone. Either go back to your room or sleep in the den. Just don't scare
Rogue. Anyone who messes with her will answer to me, understood?" I shot
angrily. I could see Jubilee and Kitty both shocked at my anger and nodded
their heads. "Yes, Ms. Grey" they replied almost in unison. With
that they left.
I sighed heavily. This was definitely going to be another sleepless night.
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