Until We Meet Again (Scott/Open)

[Jean "Phoenix" Grey]

Jean was laying on her king side bed propped against a mountain of pillows with a great big book in her hands. Despite her room being situated just off the student wing it was eerily silent, only a few lone birds were chirping outside the window. Glancing outside she rested the book on her lap and folded her arms across it, sitting up and bending her knees. With a loud sigh she rubbed her face and took off her glasses before setting them down on the bedspread next to her.

She had finally called the room in which she slept something different. It was her room now, instead of theirs, her bed, bathroom, closet, etc. Jean had gone silent after saying it, biting her lip and turning her head away in shame. How would this room ever not be theirs? Why was she still living there - this had been the room she and Scott had shared for years. He was dead. She'd killed him. This room was a constant reminder of that.

Running her fingers through her long hair Jean brushed it over her right shoulder and then began tapping her fingers on the bed. The silence was beginning to bother her so she slowly lifted up the mental blocks she'd put up as a second defense. While Jean equally didn't enjoy the mental rush she got when the students were out in full force when it was quiet she started to over think everything.

A loud slamming of the mansion doors had Jean whipping her head and scrambling across the bed to get off of it, her reflexes immediately jumping into action. She yanked open the door and ran towards the balcony above the staircase, having to slip through the crowd of students that had quickly appeared. A gurney was being rushed in, flanked by Ororo and Bobby and Jean's eyes widened when she caught a flash of who was on it.

"Scott."

[scottsummers]

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would you laugh? oh please tell me this

now would you die? for the one you love?

He'd awoke by the lake. But had that even been possible? He was dead...wasn't he? He couldn't open his eyes if he was dead, could he? But he wasn't dead and as soon as his eyes opened the beam shot through the air, forcing him to slam his eyes shut. For the longest time he had stayed there, he didn't know what had become of Jean...part of him didn't want to know.

There was a gap in his memory, a large dark gap that started with a kiss. He could still feel the tender brush of her lips against his and he had almost smiled. Almost. But deep down inside he felt almost betrayed. She had killed him. Jean was the reason he was dead. Her kiss had ended his life, the truth sent pain shooting through him.

It hadn't been long before Bobby and Storm found him. He wasn't injured, he just needed his glasses. He had tried to tell them that as he was put on a gurney, protesting all the way. He knew where they were going, back to the mansion, the last place he wanted to go. He didn't want to face everyone there, for he didn't even really know if Jean was alive and he knew he wouldn't be able to bare it if she was dead.

Neither did he want to face those startled stares, shock glistening in their eyes. He just...to tell the truth Scott Summers, or Cyclops of the X-Men, didn't know what he wanted.

However as that gurney was pushed into the mansion, through the doors, without opening his eyes he knew Jean was there and he couldn't help but smile. Bobby had run off to get the glasses and when he returned Scott put them on, opening his eyes the beams hitting the quartz that stopped them from going further. His eyes met hers, or at least close to it.

She looked the same, the same beautiful woman he'd left behind. But there was so much different about her. Her hair, once a natural auburn, was now a dark red flowing to just past her shoulders with a few curls and her eyes, her fierce green eyes were no longer green but a deep blue. But to Scott she was just as beautiful as she had been.

He walked up the stairs so that he stood just a few feet before her. "Jean." He said giving a faint smile, hardly containing himself from through his arms around her and hugging his lover close to him.

WORDS: 566
NOTES: Sorry for the long wait!!
TAGS: open
CREDITS: this template was made by admin of ridding oar ranch

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[Jean "Phoenix" Grey]

How could any of this be possible? Scott was dead. She killed him. Everyone told her that, even Charles, who was far better at this than her told her that. How was he wrong? They were telepathically bonded and for the last three months she’d been breathing there was dead silence. She was completely alone in her thoughts. He couldn’t be laying on a gurney in the front foyer, no way, no how.

But she didn’t remember doing it. There were a quick flash of feelings and memories but Jean couldn’t reach any of it. Jean would never kill Scott; she had loved him for as long as she could remember. She could never do that and she never would have left his body there if she had.. But Phoenix did. Phoenix left him there to die.

Someone was playing a very cruel trick on her and had enlisted the help of the other staff and students. That’s what it had to be.

Jean watched Scott move in stunned silence, saw Bobby give him his ruby lenses. Everything in her body was telling her that there was no way this was possible, that her eyes were lying. No matter how messed up Jean’s existence was as far as anyone knew she was the only one with the ability to come back from the dead.

Closing her eyes as she heard him bound up the stairs, trying desperately to hang onto whatever strong grounding she had left. “Scott.” She repeated quietly as he wrapped his arms around her, her own reaching for him and her nails digging into his back. "I'm so sorry. I didn't.. How? How are you still alive?"

[scottsummers]

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would you laugh? oh please tell me this

now would you die? for the one you love?

He knew she must be confused, he had been confused too. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. When she spoke he gently put his finger to her lips. "Shh..." he said gently, "those you love never really leave you.." He gently moved his hand to rest against her heart. He did the best he could to meet her eyes through the lenses.

He sighed, her eyes were closed. He gently cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her face. "Jean..." his voice was soft, gentle, he didn't understand what had happened, he didn't know about Phoenix, but Scott didn't want Jean beating herself up for doing what she did. "I don't know how this happened, why I'm back, but I'm glad you're here to share this second chance with me..."

His finger brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear as he gently leaned in placing a soft kiss to her cheek. His arms were still slightly around her, his hands resting at her waist. "Jean Grey," his voice was very soft, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "I love you."

WORDS: 566
NOTES: : )
TAGS: open
CREDITS: this template was made by admin of ridding oar ranch

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[Jean "Phoenix" Grey]

Burying her head into the crook of his neck Jean didn’t dare let go in fear he’d disappear again, what had she done and more importantly how had he survived it? His hand rested against her beating heart; which was going five thousand miles a minute and she was sure she was going to pass out which was something she had never done before.

There were too many emotions in her head, his and hers and Hers, Jean couldn’t sort through them all fast enough. It was frankly giving her a migraine.

Pulling back from his embrace but still hanging onto his forearms Jean shook her head fervently. “But... I left you there, Scott. She left you there. I don’t remember a lot of it. But you weren't here,” she said and tapped her temple with a finger gently, “when I woke up. The bond was severed, you were completely gone.”

It was the longest time she had ever been alone without him in her head since she’d created their telepathic bond. It hurt a lot more than she was willing to admit.

Without even lifting a finger Phoenix had broken it and made the conscious choice to leave Scott there to die which only made her wonder how far she was willing to go. What did that say about Jean? How could he not know what she’d done to him? How could he still love her like this?

Pressing her cheek against his Jean sighed softly as his breath tickled her ear, reaffirming again that he was truly there. Squeezing her hands against his skin she willed as much of her love as she could towards him. Without the bond it was so terribly hard to tell him just how much she cared.

“I love you too.”