Disclaimer: I dun own X Men Evolution (everyone faints in shock) I'm not making any money from this so don't sue me

A/N: this is my first Evo fic, and my first romance (I usually write insane comedy). I'm not an experienced fic writer yet (only ONE other fic out there) so don't be too harsh. :o)

Summary: Just Scott thinking about Jean and Rogue

Choices

How did this happen? I had always been so sure about everything. I was leader of the X Men, Scott Summers. And I had a crush on Jean Grey. My best friend. I told others she was like a sister to me, even though inside I knew she was much more. And I also knew that right now, I didn't have a chance with her. She was beautiful, outgoing, and popular, she could have any guy she wanted. So I'd stay in the background, telling myself that my day would come. Someday she'd be mine. So I had to wait. And I was convinced I could do that. Wait for Jean, for as long as it took. But now…I'm not so sure anymore.

And the reason for me not being sure…Rogue. Ever since that day we spent rehearsing our lines for that drama project, something just clicked. She opened up to me, something she hadn't done for anyone else. And I was ready to listen. That is, until Kurt ported in with the news about Jean. As soon as I heard, the connection with Rogue was forgotten, and all I could think about was getting Jean back, safe. I didn't see it then, but I sensed something from Rogue when I went berserk over Jean. Hurt? Was any heartache caused from my obvious feelings for Jean? I wasn't sure then, and I'm not sure now.

After that, I tried to get closer to Rogue, to understand her. She locked me and the rest of the world out. Rogue was the enemy, she was under Mystique's control. Yet sometimes…I got the feeling that she just didn't belong. That she wasn't happy under Mystique. And she never really fought us. Like when Kurt was stuck in the Middleverse. She helped us, and walked out, telling her former comrades that this wasn't her fight. I detected some compassion in her, and that maybe, just maybe, her heart was opening up.

And then came that field trip. I was looking forward to going with Jean. A dark cave…alone with Jean…you get the picture. I'd keep my hormones in check of course, but I was planning to make my move, that is, if I didn't chicken out. But I was tired off waiting; I needed to tell Jean how I felt. I think she has a sneaking suspicion that I liked her, but aside from occasional flirting, she never acted on it. Whether I liked it or not, I'd have to make the first move. And I thought this field trip might work. But then my plans were ruined by Principal Darkholme, whom I'd later learn was truly Mystique. She replaced Jean's spot with Rogue, on some "too many absences" excuse. At first I was angry, but then I realized that maybe instead of reaching out to Jean, I could use this to reach out to Rogue. But to my surprise, she ended up reaching out to me. She saved my life when we were trapped in that cave. And If she hadn't told me to open my eyes, the X Men would have never seen my optic rays, and they'd never have found us. So I was doubly in debt to Rogue.

After our little chat with the professor about certain secrets, I found myself outside Rogue's door. Knocking as a warning, I let myself in. Rogue was a little surprised to see me, but moved over and let me sit by her on the bed. I had only gone in their to see if she needed any help adjusting to life with the X Men, but suddenly, she poured her heart out to me. She told me about her past life, how she had been deceived by Mystique and the woman who had raised her. But most off all, she cried her heart out while telling me of the depression of knowing you could never touch someone, never kiss your lover, never hug a friend. And she's right, that does suck. But it's not like I don't totally understand how she feels. No one would ever be able to see my eyes. They're blue, and of course I could tell someone, but they'd never see them for themselves. And then there is the downside of forever seeing the world in red. I always hated that. But I made the best of it. Jean's hair was red, I could see that, and her eyes were green, her shirt was pink, and she had khaki pants on. But everything was seen in shades of red, that color that almost drives me insane at times. I wish I could see her as she truly is, not imagine what she really looked like. Her beauty was never lost on me, even though I couldn't see her true colors. She's beautiful, no matter what color she's in.

After Rogue cried herself to sleep, I quietly crept out of her room, and into mine. Which brings me to where I am now. Thinking. About Jean, and what I've always felt for her. And about Rogue, and what I'm starting to feel for her. Jean has always been the apple of my eye, that unreachable woman that always seemed out of my league. And Rogue…I feel this strange connection to her. I can't explain it, but the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach while she cried in my arms was something I never felt before. She's not the prettiest girl I've seen, but she has an inner beauty and strength that seems to radiate from her. They're both wonderful girls, who I could be equally happy with. No…that's not true. I know that a relationship with one of them is meant to be, but the question is, which one? It should be an easy choice; I should have a gut feeling that just tells me what to do. But I don't. I don't have a clue as to whom I truly want. I could weigh pros and cons, consider future options with them, even phone one of those fake psychics on TV. But it really comes down to this, who do I choose, the girl I've always loved, or the girl I'm falling in love with?

heh heh, there you have it. Ugh, I know it majorly sucked, and I'm sorry, but I just had to write this for some unexplainable reason. So who's Scott gonna choose? Hehe, I'm not telling :-P You'll have to read the next chapter. And please review people, I'm not gonna continue unless you tell me what you think.