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used without permission for entertainment purposes only. *Note-This story takes place during the early years. All the original five are still students. 
"When I get my hands on you, Bobby Drake!" Scott Summers announced coldly as he leaped for his roommate. "I can't believe you sold me our for a box of Twinkies." "I didn't sell you out." Bobby objected as he jumped out of Scott's reach. "Besides it was for a case of Twinkies not just a box." Scott's response was to try leap for Bobby again. "Who's the one who uncrated you when Warren and Hank tried to ship you one way to Alaska? Who was the one who cut you down from the basketball rim? Then you sell me out for a case of Twinkies!" Bobby just gave Scott a guilty expression "Well it was a case. I would never sell you out for just a box." With that remark Bobby opened a bedroom window, climbed out on to a ledge and started running. Scott just stuck his head out the window. "Don't even think that running away is going to save you. I happen to know where you live." Bobby's response was to start climbing the trellis on the side of the house, up towards the roof. "You get to the roof and I'm throwing you off it. The brain damage will only be an improvement." Bobby started climbing the trellis faster. Scott climbed out on to the ledge "Stop running you coward and take you're deserved beating like an X-man." Scott said climbing the trellis after Bobby. "Jean it's for you." Warren Worthington shouted. "Who is it?" Jean shouted from across the house. "Your date for Valentines Day. What's his name? Oh yeah Mike." Warren shouted rolling his eyes. Jean came running in to the kitchen to get the phone. "Mike's probably calling to confirm times for tomorrows performance, we are going to go see Romeo and Juliet." Jean took the phone from Warren. Warren went back to doing his homework pretending not to be listening in to Jean and Mike's conversation. "Hey Mike. It's great to hear from you. You're calling to cancel. I see. Shelly called and asked you out to the dance instead. Yeah I understand. Have a great time." Jean slammed the phone down. "Men!" Warren looked up from his homework. "Something wrong?" Jean nodded angrily at him. "I just got stood up. Apparently Shelly asked Mike out and he jumped at the chance. What do men see in that woman?" Warren smirked at her "Shelly puts out." Jean glared at him and announced in all discuss "Men!" Right at that moment Hank McCoy walked in to the kitchen "I hope that you are not drawing conclusions about the whole male side of the species by what ever Warren is saying to you." "Jean wanted to know why Mike would cancel a date with her so he could go out with Shelly." Hank blinked at Warren like the answer was obvious "Shelly puts out." Warren looked at Jean "See I told you so." Jean glared at both of them "Men! So tell me something. I need a quick trip in to the male mind right now. Is there ever a time that men get tired of dating shallow, dizzy, big busted, bimbo's?" Warren and Hank just exchanged looks. "I don't know is there?" Warren asked Hank. "Maybe when we mature at about forty and start taking up golf? Dating intelligent woman would require conversation skills right? " Hank asked Warren right back. They both turned back to Jean and announced at the same time "We don't think so." Jean threw her hands up in exasperation "Sometimes I think I'm at a disadvantage living with four teenage boys. There are just something's a woman shouldn't know about the male mind. "If you examine the evidence." Hank butted in gleefully "Women are looking for meaningful long lasting relationships. Men on the other hand are looking for" "Shallow, dizzy, big busted, bimbo's." Warren finished up for Hank with a smirk. Jean glared at them "Great that just leaves me dumped for a bimbo, the day before St. Valentines Day, with two tickets to a performance I have no idea what I'm going to do with." "Well if you don't have any back up plans." Hank announced, "I would love to go see one of the Great Bards plays." Warren glared at Hank and then shot Jean his most charming smile "Really Jeannie I would love to take you. I'll even throw diner in." Hank glared right back at Warren. "Don't you think trouncing me for this is going a little over board?" Bobby asked from the far corner of the roof. Scott glared at Bobby from where he had just climbed off the trellis and was trying to keep his footing on a very slippery icy roof. "No. Running is just making it worse on yourself you little weasel." Bobby gulped "Since I know you're not the forgiving sort. I'm going to try the running thing anyway." Bobby just bolted towards the door to the roof. Scott bolted at the same time but went sliding. Bobby Drake had it seemed a secondary mutant ability to run across any icy surface and not slip and fall on his butt. "You lock me up here so I have to climb down and you're going to Alaska. The hard way." Scott growled as Bobby made it to the door and closed and locked the door behind him. "I'm just going to let you stay up here until you calm down enough not to kill me." Bobby said behind the locked door. "Or at least until I find the Professor to protect me." "Bobby!" Scott shouted as he pounded on the door. "Unlock this door right now or so help me! Did it occur to you I could just blast the door in?" "You won't!" Bobby shouted from behind the door "You don't have your visor. That means you can't control how powerful your blast will be. You could just as easily rip the roof off as blast down the door. You won't risk hurting the others by mistake." "Bobby! Open the door!" Scott shouted as he pounded on the door again. Bobby it appeared had went running. "I am so stupid." Scott grumbled to himself "I fell for that one like an amateur." "No I insist that Jean should take me to the play." Hank growled at Warren. "You have no appreciation for Shakespeare." "Why would she want to take you? You're a boring date." Warren shot back. "What are you two fighting about now?" Bobby asked breathlessly asked as he ran in to the living room. "I'm not going to have to fish Warren's stuff out of the pool again am I?" "Nothing!" Both Hank and Warren shouted back with out breaking the glaring match. Jean had her face covered with her hands and sighed. "They're both fighting about who is going to take me to go see Romeo and Juliet." "Yuck! Culture." Bobby made a face. "If you were going to go see The Rocky Motion Picture Show. That would be a different story. Besides I thought you were taking Mike." Jean sighed at Bobby "I was. Mike cancelled because Shelly asked him out instead." Bobby gave her a pitying look "To bad. The only reason that Mike's going out with Shelly is because she puts out on the first date." "So I've been told." Jean announced dryly. "Have you seen the Professor? I really need him to prevent a murder. Namely mine." Bobby asked Jean. Ignoring Hank and Warren who were still arguing. "He's in his study. Who's mad at you now?" Jean asked with a bemused expression on her face. "My roommate. I want to put the Professor between me and Slim as quickly as possible." Jean blinked at Bobby "Slim's mad at you? I thought the man didn't have a temper." "It takes a lot to get him there." Bobby stated sheepishly "but I managed it. My best move right now is go straight to the Professor, confess to what I did and let Professor Xavier cool Scott down. Some times I love being the youngest. Professor Xavier has too much of a sense of fair play to let the older ones beat me. Now if you'll excuse me. I need to go confess to the Professor." "When I get my hands on you Bobby." Scott growled under his breath as he tried to make it back across the roof towards the trellis. He was just about there when he his feet slipped out from underneath him and he went tumbling down the other side of the roof. "So Jean. Who do you want to take you to that play." Warren asked. Jean smiled at both Hank and Warren "Maybe I won't go. I really didn't want to see Romeo and Juliet that badly. It was just for extra credit anyway. I honestly think I might be coming down with something." "No we insist Ms. Grey. Who do you want to take you." Hank stated sweetly. Jean smiled at her two teammates sweetly and quickly scanned the room for the nearest door. She wasn't even touching that one. She was getting the hell out of here. They were so busy arguing about who was going to take her. The two of them didn't even notice her sneak out the door. When Scott realized where he was, he was dangling by one hand from the gutter. He had tumbled down the deep incline of the roof and had managed to catch himself on the gutter on his way down. He had also managed to slice his wrist open on either a sharp patch of ice or the gutter itself. Blood was oozing down his arm. "Wonderful. Just wonderful." Scott announced out loud. "You better be with the Professor confessing Bobby because that is the only thing that is going to save you." A light in Jean's room suddenly came on. Scott started inching over to over to Jean's balcony, the irony didn't escape him. “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun. Arise fair Sun and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief”. Scott started chuckling humorlessly to himself as he inched his way towards the balcony. "I must have hit a vein because I really hate that play. Why didn't anything like this ever happen to Romeo?" "What is going on out here?" Professor Xavier demanded as he wheeled his way in to the living room. "I am trying to correct your research papers." "Jean was just going to tell us who she wanted to take to the play tomorrow night." Warren stated calmly glaring at Hank. "Did it occur to you two that Jean should be the one to decide?" Xavier asked irritated at the both of them. Jean was no where around. "She can't decide." Hank injected. "It could be that you're both acting like fools and that's the reason." Xavier announced bluntly. Right then Xavier caught Bobby sneaking out of the room. "Robert don't even think about it. We are going to go get Scott off the roof and then you are going to apologize. Or I'm going to lock you both in the danger room alone. Do I make myself very clear? You're in big trouble." "Yes sir." Bobby announced miserably. Hank and Warren just continued to glare at one another. "That's it. " Xavier announced exasperated "You're both grounded. That means that nether of you can take Jean." "That's not fair!" Warren and Hank both protested at the same time. "I have spent the last six hours correcting research papers. The last two days correcting test, I'm not feeling very fair right now." Xavier responded coldly. When Scott tried to swing down on to the balcony, he slipped. "Oh son of a…" At least he managed to snag Jean's trellis to slow his fall on his way down. Scott landed on his butt in a big fluffy snowdrift on Jean's balcony. "Romeo makes that look so damned easy. One of the many reasons I hate that play." Scott muttered to himself as the trellis with the climbing rose bush came falling down on top of him. Jean had just walked in to her room when she heard a strange noise coming from her balcony. Her trellis had fallen down, and she was hearing language that she didn't think Slim knew coming from under the trellis. Jean lifted the trellis off of him and asked, "Are you alright?" Scott lay there and blinked at her for a moment and muttered, "O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-- Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear." "Are you all right?" Jean asked again. Scott started chuckling humorlessly "Oh this one is going to be ranked right up there with 'Marvel Girl get clear." Scott cleared his throat "Yes I fine. I just got knocked silly." Jean helped him up to his feet. "I got to give you one thing Slim. You know how to make an entrance." "And one day," Scott added dryly "I may even make one on my feet." Jean smirked at him "I think you better come inside and let me take a look at you. I can check out to see if you're still in one piece. You're bleeding." "Well I think you need stitches." Jean grumbled closely inspecting the wound on Scott's wrist. "It's pretty deep and it's bleeding pretty good. I don't know if you nicked the vein or not." She looked up at Scott "I'm going to pack it. Then we are going to have Hank and the Professor take a look at it." Scott wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. He was just studying her intently. Jean wondered for a moment if he felt the tension in the room building too. Scott just asked quietly "Something wrong Red?" Jean wondered for a moment if she was that easy to read. "Why would you ask something like that? You're the one bleeding all over my bedroom." Scott shrugged at her. "You're just not yourself tonight. That's why I asked." Jean sighed, "I got dumped for a Bimbo tonight." "A bimbo. The cause of many great men's and governments falls. You almost sound jealous." "Why would I be jealous of a dizzy, big busted, bimbo, that puts out on the first date? Just because I keep getting dumped for them." "Don't be. Bimbo's bore me." Jean sighed at him "You're the exception to the rule then Slim." Scott shrugged at her. "Funny most people call me cold, prickly, moody, and displaying antisocial behavior. Remember this Jean. Beauty fades. What's inside doesn't. Watch an older couple someday. If the man still looks at his wife when there eighty like she's still the most beautiful woman in the world to him. You know there's more to her than just looks. I can almost guarantee she probably didn't put out on the first date either." "I'll be appreciated for the great catch I am when I'm eighty then?" Jean sighed at him. Jean was really wishing she could see his eyes. That way she would know if he meant what he was telling her. "You know what they say about how long it takes men to grow up." Scott just studied her for a moment. "I starting to think that the really lucky ones are the ones who find someone who tolerates them for being true to themselves. You know someone who will put up with your little obsessions at three in the morning. My advise to you would be don't settle. Be true to yourself first and the rest will fall in to place." For just a moment Scott let his walls down just a little, so Jean could feel he was being sincere. Jean absorbed that for a moment. "How did you get so smart? You don't even date." "Brain damage." Scott stated dryly. "Now if you will pardon me. I have to be going." Scott headed towards the balcony. "Why are you leaving? You're still bleeding. And why are you leaving that way?" Scott shrugged at her. "I have to go find Bobby. I might as well hit him before I have to worry about ripping out stitches. I'm leaving by the balcony so none of the others get the wrong idea." Before Scott could leap off the balcony. Jean blurted out "Do you want to go see Romeo and Juliet tomorrow night?" Scott blinked at her a moment. "Not really. I really hate that play. Every time I am forced to read it all I can think is 'What a waste.' Romeo was an idiot. Juliet wasn't much better. The only way I would have liked that play is if they strung the Friar up at the end for causing the whole disaster." Jean smirked at him "You're not much of a romantic are you?" Scott was looking down at the ground, measuring distance. "Not really." Scott jumped off the balcony and landed on his feet. He turned and saluted to Jean "Thanks for the bandage. I have to go find Bobby now. " As he vanished in to the dark Jean swore she heard him say, "Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
"You can't ground us." Warren announced hotly. "We didn't do anything wrong. Don't you think you should be grounding Bobby for what ever he did now." "I'm in the mood to punish stupidity." Professor Xavier shot back "I did just read your research paper which had very little research in it. As for Bobby don't worry. I'll take care of it." "Professor!" The two of them announced exasperated at once. Right then Scott came in the front door with a slam. His eyes fell right on Bobby. Professor Xavier didn't even notice him coming in. Bobby paled and let out a gulp. "Hey Slim. How's it hanging?" Scott shot Bobby a look "Hanging was the last term you wanted to use Bobby." "I don't care. The two of you are grounded. I will not have any more discussion on this matter." Xavier stated his attention was still directed at the other two. Scott leaped for Bobby and managed to grab him this time. Scott put Bobby in a headlock. "Professor, a little help over here." Bobby grasped. "I don't care. The two of you are still grounded." Xavier stated at the two students he was arguing with. He didn't even hear Bobby. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" Scott whispered in Bobby's ear. "I have a pretty good imagination." Bobby choked back. "Good. That's not even going to compare to the real thing." Scott whispered coldly. "Before you kill me." Bobby grasped "Your bleeding through you're bandage." Scott looked down at his wrist, and it was still oozing through the bandage. "Yeah, I guess I am. I'm starting to feel a little woozy too. This is your fault. I fell off the roof." "Professor." Bobby announced as he felt Scott hold on the headlock loosen up a bit. "Not now Robert. As soon as I settle this, we're heading up to the roof to let Scott down." "He's already down sir and he's going to be bleeding all over your good carpet." Bobby stated. Professor Xavier was about to start another round with Hank and Warren when he heard that. He swung around and looked in Bobby and Scott's direction. " Oh Good Lord! Bobby call the emergency room. Tell them we're coming. Scot put that arm up and put your head between your knees so you don’t pass out on me. Warren, Hank go get the med kit." "Don't worry Sir. Scott put the emergency room in to speed dial." Bobby shouted as he headed towards the kitchen. "Hey Nancy's on duty tonight. Isn't that cool. She want's to know if Hank's eyebrows grew back okay." "Bid Nurse Williams my fondest regards." Hank stated as he walked in to the room carrying the med-kit. "Is the alluring Dr. McKay on duty tonight?" Xavier grabbed the med-kit from Hank. "To think, I thought I would never do emergency medical care again after I left the army." Xavier stated dryly as he packed Scott's wound. "I have spent more time in the emergency room since the four of you came here, than all my years as a practicing doctor. Would you mind telling me how you managed this one Scott?" Scott shrugged and lifted his head up. "I feel off the roof. I either cut it on a gutter or a sharp patch of ice on the way down. It's not to bad. It's not pumping and I can move all my fingers." "Head between the knees. I strictly forbid any of you to go up on the roof this time of year. It's too icy and too dangerous. You could have fallen off and broken you neck." Xavier snapped. "I caught myself on Jean's trellis on my way down." Scott objected lifting his head up from between his knees again. Jean suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Apparently no one noticed she had been gone. "I said head down." Xavier snapped at Scott. "Robert when you're done on the phone. Bring a glass of orange juice in. Jean I have a solution to your dilemma. Scott can take you to go see Romeo and Juliet tomorrow night." "I hate Romeo and Juliet." Scott objected lifting his head up from between his knees. "You're objection is noted and ignored. Think of it as your punishment for going up on that roof. You are ordered to take her to that play and be a good date. Not you're usual moody prickly cactus routine. You don’t get out enough. Besides maybe seeing the performance live might give you an appreciation for the play; you didn't receive when we read it in class. " Xavier stated calmly "I said head down." "Like you can talk about getting out." Warren grumbled. "I heard that Warren." Xavier stated coldly. "But Sir!" Scott started to object. "I said head between the knees. " Professor Xavier stated that in his 'I am not taking any arguments' tone. "Robert tell Nurse Williams we should be in the emergency room in about ten minutes." Jean was lying in bed reading a book when Warren stuck his head in to her room. "So," he asked, "How did the ordered date go?" Jean put her book down "It went fine. Scott was very nice and the perfect gentleman." Warren smirked at her "We will pay for all that forced niceness in the danger room in the morning. I think I will make it a point not to set my alarm. So our resident cactus was not at all prickly?" Jean chuckled at Warren "There was one time. The person that took our coats gave Scott a strange look about the bandage on his wrist. Scott announced that with a sneer he heard the BeeGee's were getting back together and that he just couldn't take it. I dragged him to our seats and he was good the rest of the evening. " Warren chuckled at her. "I know St. Valentines Day didn't turn out the way you wanted it too. If it makes you feel any better the rest of us ended up doing double sessions in the danger room." Jean shrugged "I can't say I had a bad time. Scott just didn't say two words the whole time we were out. I think his wrist was bothering him and he refused to admit it." "Add that to the fact. He really hates Romeo and Juliet." Warren smirked at her "Someday I will have to pull out a copy of his essay. Professor Xavier made us write one on that play. Let's just say Scott wasn't very nice. A view in to human stupidity was the nicest thing he called it. Sounds like you got off easy tonight." Jean chuckled to herself "Yeah. I guess I did get off easy. Did he really call it a 'view of human stupidity'?" Warren rolled his eyes. "Those were his exact words. If it makes you feel any better Mikes a moron. Shelly doesn't have anything that even remotely holds a candle to you. If given the choice between a girl like you and a girl like Shelly. I would choose you hands down. No contest." Jean smiled at Warren "Thanks a lot. That means a lot." "Well," Warren stated, "I have to get going. Lights out in ten minutes, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Happy St. Valentines Day or at least what left of it." "You too Warren." Jean replied. Jean was just about to turn off her lights and go to bed. She was fluffing up her pillows and was about ready to turn her light off. When she found it tucked under her pillow. It was a small wrapped package with a card attached. The card simply read when she read it. "This above all---" Inside was a little gold heart shaped locket with the words 'To thine own self be true', engraved on it. Jean started laughing. She knew whom the locket was from. "Happy Valentines Day to you too Slim."
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