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| Aftermath; [continued from Mall Crawl](Jean, Scott) | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 26 2007, 06:40 AM (361 Views) | |
| Jean | Sep 28 2007, 11:35 PM Post #16 |
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Jean watched Scott’s tragic childhood memory play. She knew that in the real world, with their bodies intertwined, her eyes were filling with the tears that Scott’s eyes couldn’t produce anymore. She’d had … how many patients over the years… and one of the cardinal rules was: don’t get emotionally attached, otherwise, you’ll bleed for everyone who comes to you. But that was impossible this time… it was Scott. The sight of his blood and his thin, stick-like arms, made her struggle to hold back the tears; of all the things that happened today, this was the worst. ::You probably think I'm a fool to hope that that Alex, who loved me and trusted me, is still alive, don't you?:: She looked at him sharply, :: No… I would never say that hope was foolish. We hope that the Professor’s dream will come true… Every Sunday, people go to temples and churches, put their hands together and pray, which is just another word of hope… Hope that things will all work out in the end… :: She looked up at him, even here his eyes were shielded by red glasses. :: He’s your brother and you love, if not the actual man, then what he represents. You’ve accepted being alone, that doesn’t mean that you don’t want more than that… :: She blinked as her thoughts went completely to her mind and hurriedly wiped any tears from her cheeks. She held Scott close, running her fingers idly through his hair. |
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| Cyclops | Sep 29 2007, 01:00 AM Post #17 |
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Scott pulled himself out of his mind, and sat up, pulling her up with him. He untangled himself from her arm, and with tender hands, he ran his thumb under her eyes, wiping away her tears. "I'm not alone, Jeannie..." he whispered, pulling her close, holding her in his arms. "Don't cry for me, Sweetheart, please," he murmured. "You know who I am, you know what I am, you know what I am like." He rocked her in his arms, "No one understands me like you, no one ever tried to. How can I possibly be alone when I have one person who knows me so well?" He put his hand on her head, stroking that amazing red hair that he had only really seen the one time. "He's hurt and he's scared and he hates me, but he's an adult. You're right. He's an adult and he is old enough to know better than what he is doing. He needs our help, but I will not sacrifice what I have for what I may have already lost. My head is clear now, Jean. I just needed to put things in order." Pulling away a little bit so he can look her in the eye as best he can, Scott said, "You know what kind of man I am and you love me anyhow. If I didn't want to save him, I wouldn't be Scott. That's what I am sorry for. Things would be so much easier if I didn't take the world on my head. I shouldn't ask you to help me carry this... but, Jean, without you, without you, I wouldn't be able to make it, simple as that." He put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to make sure she was looking right at him, "But if you say it's too much... I'll try, and I'll still love you with all my heart." |
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| Jean | Oct 1 2007, 11:14 AM Post #18 |
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"Don't cry for me, Sweetheart, please." Scott had come back to himself and seen her tears. He pulled her into his arms and began soothing her; she told herself that it should’ve been the other way around. She didn’t feel sorry for him and in her mind she knew that, as an X-Man, he’d suffered and been hurt just as much during missions… missions she’d been on as well, but for a moment, she’d been overcome that he’d been hurt. She made a mental note to talk to him about how their new relationship might affect missions if one of them got hurt, but that was for another time. She felt him hold her… stroke her hair… tell her how well she knew him and how much he loved her. She listened, getting calmer by the moment. She nodded as he told her that he saw things in perspective now; he was starting to sound more and more like Scott again. “My head is clear now, Jean. I just needed to put things in order." Down deep, she wondered if part of that was because she had cried. Scott was always putting others before himself… especially her; she wondered if her unintentional tears had spurred that controlled and orderly aspect of him to resurface and make things right. "But if you say it's too much... I'll try, and I'll still love you with all my heart." She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand. “I may love you so much that it hurts sometimes but I’ll never leave. I’ll always be there for you… always.” Her weak grin got stronger as the image of a young and helpless Scott faded into memory. She leaned forward and kissed him, “You know… I’m supposed to be the one comforting you…” |
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| Cyclops | Oct 1 2007, 07:33 PM Post #19 |
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“I may love you so much that it hurts sometimes but I’ll never leave. I’ll always be there for you… always.” Scott didn't smile, didn't laugh, didn't joke, but his heart swelled with so much love and happiness that he could only hold her so close that they were almost one person... And, in a way, Scott supposed they were. He was nothing without her, and they'd both known it for so much longer than they had admitted. "You don't know what that means to me." he whispered, "I won't say it back, because you know there has never been a question of it. I don't need to tell you what you already know." She kissed him lightly on the lips and smiled at him, saying, “You know… I’m supposed to be the one comforting you…” He pulled back a little and said, surprised, "Jean, you are. You're here right now. I expect people to leave, Jean, not always because they want to, but simply because they do, things happen. I deal with things on my own because I learned as a kid that the only one I can rely on in myself." Here, of course, was the root of everything Scott Summers was. In the blink of an eye, everyone he loved was gone, he was a year older, alone, and lonely in a State Home, told his brother was happy and he shouldn't try to talk to him, believing he was going to be alone forever. He'd developed his particular habits then, his orderliness, his intense desire for privacy, his tendency to compartmentalize. The love of speed, the need to know how things worked, the stoic and solemn leadership that characterized Scott and blended him too much into Cyclops, that all came with his powers and only cemented his differences, his isolation from the world. For all his talk of teamwork, and working together, Scott was unaccustomed to having his personal business shared. Saving the world as part of a cohesive unit, where everyone had to be on the same page, was one thing. Allowing someone so deep inside the core of his being was quite another. If Jean knew what it meant for him to allow her inside, Scott honestly would never have the words to tell her. So, as he curled on the bed of the only woman he ever really loved, just a few feet away from a little girl who loved and needed him, Scott had finally begun to realize he was not alone. |
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| Rosie | Oct 1 2007, 11:38 PM Post #20 |
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It was a mark of how bonded and in-tune Rosie had gotten with her new parents, that she woke up at the surge of well-being and love that had filled the room. Sitting up, the little girl yawned groggily, then crawled out of her bed and toddled over to the bigger bed, where Scott and Jean were curled. "Papa?" She inquired in a whispery voice, pulling herself up onto the bed awkwardly, climbing it by hanging onto the bedspread like a little monkey. "Mama?" Her multi-colored eyes squinted at them; having just woken up, she wasn't at the most coherent of moments, but she could feel the emotions radiating off them. Crawling over to where they lay, Rosie snuggled into both of them happily, one thumb slipping into her mouth as she regarded them contentedly. Rosie, like Scott and Jean, was having her own feelings of happiness. She could still barely believe that this was her new, peramanent home; any day now it felt as though her real parents would come and take her back. While this feeling scared the tar out of her, she knew deep down that no one, least of all Scott and Jean, would let them take her back. "I love ya." Rosie informed them, reaching out to touch a strand of Scott's dark hair, and then Jean's red hair, as though memorizing them by touch. Finally, she lowered her head to rest on Scott, and with a yawn she was fast asleep once more. |
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| Cyclops | Oct 3 2007, 07:44 PM Post #21 |
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Their talking had woken Rosie up. Not knowing the sorrows and the grief that Scott and Jean had put themselves through for each other's sake, not knowing the heaviness that still weighed in their chest, not knowing the doubt and uncertainty that filled the adults, she climbed up onto the bed, and knew only the end result of the unhappiness, the bond that was so strong between Jean Grey and Scott Summers, the bond that everyone had always known was there, even when they themselves not... or at least had not admitted it. Scott's intense desire for a family to replace the one he had lost had been denied for so long that now that it had been accepted it was an inferno. His love for Jean had always been the stuff of legend, but now he included Rosie in it, and his brother Alex, whose torment and fear would have to be rectified and soothed. For all his outward stoicism, Scott was a passionate man, though the only one who had ever seen it was Jean. In battle he was the consumate fighter, efficient and calculating in a way that would keep his team and himself alive, which in a way was passion in itself, but not one that most people understand. He helped the little one up onto the bed, and patiently allowed her to stroke his hair, wondering what was going on in her head. She confessed in her charmingly blunt way that she loved them, and then rest her cheek on his chest to sleep some more as he wrapped his arms around her. "We love you too, Rosie Girl," Scott told her, not sure if she heard him before she drifted off. He looked over her head to Jean, and said, "I don't know if we should tell her about Alex, not yet. She's too little to understand. Maybe once he's with us..." There was no "if" in what he was saying. Scott would bring his brother here, somehow. He would save him. That's all there was too it. Scott Summers was not accustomed to going after what he wanted, and taking it. He was not accustomed to getting what he asked for. But this was not a car, or a new suit. It was not even a relationship with a girl he'd pined for since his teens. This was family, this was his brother, and Scott had no doubt whether or not it was the right thing. He sat in the bed of the woman he was going to someday ask to marry him, cradling the child who had chosen them as her parents, the perfect picture of a family despite their awkward origins, and knew he would never be truly content until this trio had become a quartet. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 6 2008, 07:22 AM Post #22 |
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