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Rating: G
Archive: Go ahead, just let me know where it's going.
Focus: Scott
Jean Bashing: None. (Well I don't consider it as any)
Series: Ashes (Please read afternote)
Ashes: Coming back from the Dead.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "But you died, our bonds were broken. I-I moved on Scott, I'm sorry."
He could still hear clearly in his mind Jeans tearful words. She had managed his reappearance from the dead quite well, in hindsight. It was different this time, life that was. He had imagined Jean would never stop loving him and they would be able to get back into their old routine, maybe even get married again. His coffee cup crunched in his hand.
Of course he was fooling himself. He knew that the moment he looked into her eyes. When he saw more anguish and confusion then the delight and love he was looking for. It happens.
Strange too their rapport was also gone. Good. He was pleased about that, he needed no bittersweet reminders of his past. Still if only…
Vehemently he shook his head. He wasn't going back there again. If only never existed, you just learnt to live with it and move on. Keep going on and on and on and on.
He could still remember it as he approached Jean with his arms wide opened, then faltering as he watched her posture grow stiff. She'd stepped back from him, uncertain and he wanted to shout out 'Yes I'm the real thing!'.
Well he wasn't really. Brain waves weren't identical. Close but not quite the same.
Logan. He had been so positive that was it.
"So how long was it before you got with him?" He had all put shouted at her, trying to grasp for straws.
The hurt that shone in her eyes made him instantly regret it. He had never been callous with Jean, never.
"Never," She whispered, "I didn't…Logan…it would have been too strange."
Then why can't you come back to me? It showed on his face; the confusion or else she had simply read his mind.
"Remy." She stated quietly but confidently. She wasn't ashamed.
That nearly knocked him to his knees. Remy, the arrogant, charmer had worked his way into his wife's…no not wife's, she wasn't that anymore, woman he was desperately in love with perhaps.
Hold on to me, Jean. I won't let you fall. Let me go, I'll drag you down with me.
They'd decided not to mention to this to the others. They hadn't needed to know and it would be highly unlikely their paths would cross again. Xavier couldn't pick him up and there wasn't anything that openly identified him as a mutant and as she said his brainwaves weren't identical.
Scott Summers was officially dead. Only this shadow existed. Leaving him free to be anyone he wanted to me. He smirked ruefully, he had always seen himself as a Jim.
Wetness chilled his fingers and looking down at his hand he found he had twisted the coffee cup completely out of shape. Tossing it in the bin, he walked off.
Leaving the shadows behind.
-Fin-
After note: Once again I wasn't sure what I was writing. It was just something that came to me while listening to Garbage 'This is not my idea'. I had always wondered would Jean react any other way when Scott came back. I'm hoping to write some more into this, kind of like a 'life after the X-Men' series. But I'm hoping some one would be willing to co-author this with me or if anyone wanted to write individual stories based on this. Could you drop me a line at dark_wolf@altavista.com
Ta, Dark Wolf.
Rating: G
Archive: Go ahead, just let me know where it's going.
Focus: Scott
Jean Bashing: None. (Well I don't consider it as any)
Series: Ashes (Please read afternote)
Ashes: Coming back from the Dead.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "But you died, our bonds were broken. I-I moved on Scott, I'm sorry."
He could still hear clearly in his mind Jeans tearful words. She had managed his reappearance from the dead quite well, in hindsight. It was different this time, life that was. He had imagined Jean would never stop loving him and they would be able to get back into their old routine, maybe even get married again. His coffee cup crunched in his hand.
Of course he was fooling himself. He knew that the moment he looked into her eyes. When he saw more anguish and confusion then the delight and love he was looking for. It happens.
Strange too their rapport was also gone. Good. He was pleased about that, he needed no bittersweet reminders of his past. Still if only…
Vehemently he shook his head. He wasn't going back there again. If only never existed, you just learnt to live with it and move on. Keep going on and on and on and on.
He could still remember it as he approached Jean with his arms wide opened, then faltering as he watched her posture grow stiff. She'd stepped back from him, uncertain and he wanted to shout out 'Yes I'm the real thing!'.
Well he wasn't really. Brain waves weren't identical. Close but not quite the same.
Logan. He had been so positive that was it.
"So how long was it before you got with him?" He had all put shouted at her, trying to grasp for straws.
The hurt that shone in her eyes made him instantly regret it. He had never been callous with Jean, never.
"Never," She whispered, "I didn't…Logan…it would have been too strange."
Then why can't you come back to me? It showed on his face; the confusion or else she had simply read his mind.
"Remy." She stated quietly but confidently. She wasn't ashamed.
That nearly knocked him to his knees. Remy, the arrogant, charmer had worked his way into his wife's…no not wife's, she wasn't that anymore, woman he was desperately in love with perhaps.
Hold on to me, Jean. I won't let you fall. Let me go, I'll drag you down with me.
They'd decided not to mention to this to the others. They hadn't needed to know and it would be highly unlikely their paths would cross again. Xavier couldn't pick him up and there wasn't anything that openly identified him as a mutant and as she said his brainwaves weren't identical.
Scott Summers was officially dead. Only this shadow existed. Leaving him free to be anyone he wanted to me. He smirked ruefully, he had always seen himself as a Jim.
Wetness chilled his fingers and looking down at his hand he found he had twisted the coffee cup completely out of shape. Tossing it in the bin, he walked off.
Leaving the shadows behind.
-Fin-
After note: Once again I wasn't sure what I was writing. It was just something that came to me while listening to Garbage 'This is not my idea'. I had always wondered would Jean react any other way when Scott came back. I'm hoping to write some more into this, kind of like a 'life after the X-Men' series. But I'm hoping some one would be willing to co-author this with me or if anyone wanted to write individual stories based on this. Could you drop me a line at dark_wolf@altavista.com
Ta, Dark Wolf.
