Title: Generation X
Summary: Jean's got a little surprise for the rest of the X-Men. A little addition to the school could be just what they need.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't pretend to. Everything belongs to Marvel and whoever else, I'm not really sure.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This is my first X-Men fic, and I've only ever seen the movies, so that's what I'm going off of. Read & Review, but be gentle. Also just have to say that I'm a big fan of Scott & Jean, so I am bias towards that particular couple. Also: 'thoughts', **telepathic**.
It was nearly midnight and the mansion was finally quiet. Well, at least as quiet as a house full of teenagers ever was. In the distance, small fits of laughter could be heard from occupied rooms. To any outsider, the building would look like just another ordinary prep school for privileged children. However that was far from the truth. This place was an extraordinary school and training center for "Gifted Youngsters" or whom the rest of the world referred to as mutants.
Amid the peace and quiet, Scott Summers sat at his desk grading an endless ration of quizzes. He feared that soon his pen would run out of red ink.
'I really thought these kids understood this,' he thought while marking yet another red "X". Setting down his pen, Scott rubbed his temples just above the rose quartz glasses he constantly wore. His head ached from the untapped energy radiating from his eyes. Grabbing his bottle of aspirin and a half empty glass of water from the edge of his desk, he downed the medication. Almost immediately he felt the welcomed relief.
**Scott? Where are you?** the voice of his wife, Jean, sounded in his mind. She was using their strong telepathic bond to communicate with him.
**In my classroom grading papers,** he answered.
**You aren't done yet? Come to bed.**
Thought the offer was tempting, Scott knew if he didn't get these tests graded they would just multiply and cause him more stress. **I'll be there shortly,** he assured her, **only three hundred more.** Jean laughed, the sound making Scott's heart melt and his skin tingle. 'I couldn't love her more.'
**Love you too.**
Scott sighed, happily. Soon he would be done; soon he would be in the loving arms of his gorgeous wife; soon he would be lying in their bed, spooned against her. That moment couldn't possibly come soon enough.
Setting the last graded test on top of the others, Scott capped his pen and tossed it on top of the papers. Fast as his legs could carry him he was out of his classroom and down the main hallway. He was almost home free when, turning the corner, he ran into and knocked down one of the students.
"Rogue," he breathed, a little startled, "what are you doing up and about at this time of night?" he offered her his hand, which she accepted in her own gloved palm.
"Mr. Summers," she replied in her trademark southern drawl, "I was.um.just getting a drink." The girl faked a cough to add to the believability of her story.
However, Scott wasn't buying it. "Rogue," he began, taking the girl by the shoulders and turning her in the direction of her room, "you forget that I was once a teenager just like yourself. I used to sneak out of the house constantly, so I know every excuse there is in the book. Heck, I helped write the book." As he talked, Scott had walked her until they were outside of her room.
"Was it that obvious?" she asked with a grin.
"Yeah," Scott answered opening the door and nudging Rogue inside, "plus I ran into Bobby down the hall. So I put two and two together."
Rogue smiled, "Goodnight Mr. Summers."
"Goodnight Rogue." Scott made sure that Rogue, as well as her roommates Kitty and Jubilee, were securely in their room before heading down the hall to his own.
"What took you so long?" jean asked, looking up from the laptop situated on her lap.
"Rogue," Scott said simply. He closed the door behind him and locked it.
"Sneaking out again to see Bobby," Jean added matter-of-factly, "She'd not happy that you caught her." Her eyes were closed and her face was expressionless; Scott knew what she was doing.
"I would have been worried if she wasn't mad." Scott spoke as he readied for bed. He changed, brushed his teeth, and climbed into bed. Leaning over, he kissed Jean's lips while shutting her computer and placing it on the small nightstand next to their bed.
**Mmm.I love it when you eat fruit before bed,** Scott thought while running his tongue along her soft lips. **You taste like.**
**Strawberries,** Jean supplied, **Chocolate covered strawberries.**
**Got anymore left?** Scott wondered.
**Maybe.** She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and with a flick of her wrist, the entire room was thrown into darkness.
Two weeks later.
"So, can anyone tell me how to solve this equation?" Scott asked. He stared at the blank face of his Algebra students. "Okay I can see that this is going to take some persuasion," he thoughts for a moment and then continued, "so whoever can answer this won't have homework for a week."
"Mr. Summers," Bobby spoke up, "no offense but homework from this class is easy." A chorus of agreements rose from the other students. Bobby continued, "Now if you could transfer that offer to your wife's class you might have a deal."
Scott couldn't help but laugh. Students had often told him that Jean gave too much homework. 'As if there's anything I could do about it,' he thought, amused.
**Anything you could do about what?** Jean asked.
**The amount of homework you give these poor kids.** both shared a laugh.
**Scott, there's something I need to tell you,** Jean's voice sounded serious, which gave him an uneasy feeling.
**What is it?** he asked, forgetting completely about his class.
**Not like this,** Jean insisted, **in person.**
**Well come here then.**
**I didn't want to interrupt your class.**
**Jean, you know you come before any of my students. If it's that important the kids can wait.** Now Scott was almost afraid to know exactly what his wife was talking about. Whatever it was sure had Jean in a mood of urgency.
"Mr. Summers," Rogue asked, "you alright?"
"Yeah," Scott finally answered, "just lost my train of thought. What was I talking about?"
"You were offering us a week with your motorcycle if we could answer the problem," John supplied with a straight face. John was known in the school as the best poker player, thus lying came easy to him.
"You know what," Scott played along with their game, "that sounds like a good idea."
The students' mouths dropped; a collective gasp went up from he class.
"Are you serious?" Bobby asked excitedly.
"Oh absolutely not." Scott admitted. Faces fell, and groans were heard throughout the room. "You know," he ignored them, "I may be getting older, but I'm not senile. That bike is my baby."
"I thought I was your baby."
Everyone turned to find Jean standing in the doorway, arms folded and leaning against the frame.
"You are my baby," Scott assured her. Jean turned and walked out into the hall, motioning for him to join her. Scott followed, stopping at the door to give a quick warming to his students. "Bobby, you're in charge. Just make sure no one dies." Then he was out the door.
Jean was leaning against the far wall, chewing nervously on her fingernails. When Scott joined her, she began pacing back and forth.
"Jean what's the matter?" he asked. Her nervous behavior was beginning to affect him.
"I'm not really sure how to say this," she began, finally stopping her pacing.
**Then don't say it,** Scott suggested, "Just think.**
Jean sighed. 'This shouldn't be so hard. Just do it, tell him' **Scott,** she began. Even the voice in her mind was wavering. **Scott, I'm late.**
It took a few moments for this all to register in Scott's mind. Meanwhile he stood in front of his wife with a blank expression. Finally everything clicked, and a look of disbelief graced his features.
**You mean.you're.you're.**
Jean just nodded her head.
**Oh Jean, that's wonderful.** Scott told her, grabbing her in a tight embrace.
~~
"What are they saying?" Bobby asked Rogue, who was leaning against the wall, staring out the window at their two teachers.
"Ah can't hear anything." Rogue informed not just Bobby but the entire class. "Their lips ain't movin'."
"Ugh," Kitty groaned, "I like hate telepaths. They make eavesdropping so hard."
"Well they're huggin' so it can't be anything too bad." Rogue observed.
~~
**I'm so happy that you're okay with this.** Jean thought as her and Scott's lips came together in a heated kiss.
**Why wouldn't I be?** Scott asked.
**I don't know,** she admitted. As their lips separated, Jean glanced passed Scott just in time to see Rogue and Bobby's faces disappear from the window. "You've got some nosey students," she laughed.
Scott was suddenly struck with an idea. Taking Jean's hand in his own, he turned and opened the door to his classroom, pulling her behind him. "Come with me, but act cool."
"I am always cool." Jean argued; Scott merely laughed.
"Is everything all right?" Kitty asked as both teachers came into the room.
"Everything's great." Scott said with a broad smile. "I think I've got just the thing to get a few volunteers in this class, too."
"What's that?" John asked.
"Whoever can tell me what the answer is won't have to baby-sit for Jean and myself." Expecting the kids to understand immediately, Scott was somewhat disappointed when no one said anything. **Okay, not the reaction I was hoping for,** he mused.
"Oh mah God," Rogue said suddenly. "Really?"
Jean nodded.
"Wait," Bobby interrupted, "What?"
Before either Scott of Jean could answer his question, Kitty spoke up. "Isn't it obvious? They're like gonna have a baby!"
Mouth dropped open before a chorus of congratulations erupted from each student.
**Now this is what I was waiting for.** Scott told Jean.
Jean smiled, overhearing Rogue and Kitty gushing about all the cute things they could buy the baby and even what the name should be.
Summary: Jean's got a little surprise for the rest of the X-Men. A little addition to the school could be just what they need.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't pretend to. Everything belongs to Marvel and whoever else, I'm not really sure.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This is my first X-Men fic, and I've only ever seen the movies, so that's what I'm going off of. Read & Review, but be gentle. Also just have to say that I'm a big fan of Scott & Jean, so I am bias towards that particular couple. Also: 'thoughts', **telepathic**.
It was nearly midnight and the mansion was finally quiet. Well, at least as quiet as a house full of teenagers ever was. In the distance, small fits of laughter could be heard from occupied rooms. To any outsider, the building would look like just another ordinary prep school for privileged children. However that was far from the truth. This place was an extraordinary school and training center for "Gifted Youngsters" or whom the rest of the world referred to as mutants.
Amid the peace and quiet, Scott Summers sat at his desk grading an endless ration of quizzes. He feared that soon his pen would run out of red ink.
'I really thought these kids understood this,' he thought while marking yet another red "X". Setting down his pen, Scott rubbed his temples just above the rose quartz glasses he constantly wore. His head ached from the untapped energy radiating from his eyes. Grabbing his bottle of aspirin and a half empty glass of water from the edge of his desk, he downed the medication. Almost immediately he felt the welcomed relief.
**Scott? Where are you?** the voice of his wife, Jean, sounded in his mind. She was using their strong telepathic bond to communicate with him.
**In my classroom grading papers,** he answered.
**You aren't done yet? Come to bed.**
Thought the offer was tempting, Scott knew if he didn't get these tests graded they would just multiply and cause him more stress. **I'll be there shortly,** he assured her, **only three hundred more.** Jean laughed, the sound making Scott's heart melt and his skin tingle. 'I couldn't love her more.'
**Love you too.**
Scott sighed, happily. Soon he would be done; soon he would be in the loving arms of his gorgeous wife; soon he would be lying in their bed, spooned against her. That moment couldn't possibly come soon enough.
Setting the last graded test on top of the others, Scott capped his pen and tossed it on top of the papers. Fast as his legs could carry him he was out of his classroom and down the main hallway. He was almost home free when, turning the corner, he ran into and knocked down one of the students.
"Rogue," he breathed, a little startled, "what are you doing up and about at this time of night?" he offered her his hand, which she accepted in her own gloved palm.
"Mr. Summers," she replied in her trademark southern drawl, "I was.um.just getting a drink." The girl faked a cough to add to the believability of her story.
However, Scott wasn't buying it. "Rogue," he began, taking the girl by the shoulders and turning her in the direction of her room, "you forget that I was once a teenager just like yourself. I used to sneak out of the house constantly, so I know every excuse there is in the book. Heck, I helped write the book." As he talked, Scott had walked her until they were outside of her room.
"Was it that obvious?" she asked with a grin.
"Yeah," Scott answered opening the door and nudging Rogue inside, "plus I ran into Bobby down the hall. So I put two and two together."
Rogue smiled, "Goodnight Mr. Summers."
"Goodnight Rogue." Scott made sure that Rogue, as well as her roommates Kitty and Jubilee, were securely in their room before heading down the hall to his own.
"What took you so long?" jean asked, looking up from the laptop situated on her lap.
"Rogue," Scott said simply. He closed the door behind him and locked it.
"Sneaking out again to see Bobby," Jean added matter-of-factly, "She'd not happy that you caught her." Her eyes were closed and her face was expressionless; Scott knew what she was doing.
"I would have been worried if she wasn't mad." Scott spoke as he readied for bed. He changed, brushed his teeth, and climbed into bed. Leaning over, he kissed Jean's lips while shutting her computer and placing it on the small nightstand next to their bed.
**Mmm.I love it when you eat fruit before bed,** Scott thought while running his tongue along her soft lips. **You taste like.**
**Strawberries,** Jean supplied, **Chocolate covered strawberries.**
**Got anymore left?** Scott wondered.
**Maybe.** She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and with a flick of her wrist, the entire room was thrown into darkness.
Two weeks later.
"So, can anyone tell me how to solve this equation?" Scott asked. He stared at the blank face of his Algebra students. "Okay I can see that this is going to take some persuasion," he thoughts for a moment and then continued, "so whoever can answer this won't have homework for a week."
"Mr. Summers," Bobby spoke up, "no offense but homework from this class is easy." A chorus of agreements rose from the other students. Bobby continued, "Now if you could transfer that offer to your wife's class you might have a deal."
Scott couldn't help but laugh. Students had often told him that Jean gave too much homework. 'As if there's anything I could do about it,' he thought, amused.
**Anything you could do about what?** Jean asked.
**The amount of homework you give these poor kids.** both shared a laugh.
**Scott, there's something I need to tell you,** Jean's voice sounded serious, which gave him an uneasy feeling.
**What is it?** he asked, forgetting completely about his class.
**Not like this,** Jean insisted, **in person.**
**Well come here then.**
**I didn't want to interrupt your class.**
**Jean, you know you come before any of my students. If it's that important the kids can wait.** Now Scott was almost afraid to know exactly what his wife was talking about. Whatever it was sure had Jean in a mood of urgency.
"Mr. Summers," Rogue asked, "you alright?"
"Yeah," Scott finally answered, "just lost my train of thought. What was I talking about?"
"You were offering us a week with your motorcycle if we could answer the problem," John supplied with a straight face. John was known in the school as the best poker player, thus lying came easy to him.
"You know what," Scott played along with their game, "that sounds like a good idea."
The students' mouths dropped; a collective gasp went up from he class.
"Are you serious?" Bobby asked excitedly.
"Oh absolutely not." Scott admitted. Faces fell, and groans were heard throughout the room. "You know," he ignored them, "I may be getting older, but I'm not senile. That bike is my baby."
"I thought I was your baby."
Everyone turned to find Jean standing in the doorway, arms folded and leaning against the frame.
"You are my baby," Scott assured her. Jean turned and walked out into the hall, motioning for him to join her. Scott followed, stopping at the door to give a quick warming to his students. "Bobby, you're in charge. Just make sure no one dies." Then he was out the door.
Jean was leaning against the far wall, chewing nervously on her fingernails. When Scott joined her, she began pacing back and forth.
"Jean what's the matter?" he asked. Her nervous behavior was beginning to affect him.
"I'm not really sure how to say this," she began, finally stopping her pacing.
**Then don't say it,** Scott suggested, "Just think.**
Jean sighed. 'This shouldn't be so hard. Just do it, tell him' **Scott,** she began. Even the voice in her mind was wavering. **Scott, I'm late.**
It took a few moments for this all to register in Scott's mind. Meanwhile he stood in front of his wife with a blank expression. Finally everything clicked, and a look of disbelief graced his features.
**You mean.you're.you're.**
Jean just nodded her head.
**Oh Jean, that's wonderful.** Scott told her, grabbing her in a tight embrace.
~~
"What are they saying?" Bobby asked Rogue, who was leaning against the wall, staring out the window at their two teachers.
"Ah can't hear anything." Rogue informed not just Bobby but the entire class. "Their lips ain't movin'."
"Ugh," Kitty groaned, "I like hate telepaths. They make eavesdropping so hard."
"Well they're huggin' so it can't be anything too bad." Rogue observed.
~~
**I'm so happy that you're okay with this.** Jean thought as her and Scott's lips came together in a heated kiss.
**Why wouldn't I be?** Scott asked.
**I don't know,** she admitted. As their lips separated, Jean glanced passed Scott just in time to see Rogue and Bobby's faces disappear from the window. "You've got some nosey students," she laughed.
Scott was suddenly struck with an idea. Taking Jean's hand in his own, he turned and opened the door to his classroom, pulling her behind him. "Come with me, but act cool."
"I am always cool." Jean argued; Scott merely laughed.
"Is everything all right?" Kitty asked as both teachers came into the room.
"Everything's great." Scott said with a broad smile. "I think I've got just the thing to get a few volunteers in this class, too."
"What's that?" John asked.
"Whoever can tell me what the answer is won't have to baby-sit for Jean and myself." Expecting the kids to understand immediately, Scott was somewhat disappointed when no one said anything. **Okay, not the reaction I was hoping for,** he mused.
"Oh mah God," Rogue said suddenly. "Really?"
Jean nodded.
"Wait," Bobby interrupted, "What?"
Before either Scott of Jean could answer his question, Kitty spoke up. "Isn't it obvious? They're like gonna have a baby!"
Mouth dropped open before a chorus of congratulations erupted from each student.
**Now this is what I was waiting for.** Scott told Jean.
Jean smiled, overhearing Rogue and Kitty gushing about all the cute things they could buy the baby and even what the name should be.