A/N: hiya, ya'll! I decided ta work on another fic while I overcome my writer's block on my 6th chapt of New Friends: Old Enemies. Dis is kinda a songfic about Scott's loss about four or five months after X2. Now, dis song is from Country music cuz it seemed perfect for dis fic and I very, VERY seldom listen ta anything else. Seein' as dis is my first songfic and second fic period, go easy on me, -k-? sorry if dis isn't what ya'lls were expectin'. :S
But I altered a few things, -k-? hope ya'lls don't mind none! ;) Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' except my own imagination on dis. The song, "Hello" belong's to Sugarland.
P.S. I know Scott can't cry due to his mutation, but I wanna ignore it again, -k-?
Scott was up late, unable to sleep for the third time in a row since hid fiancé had died. He simly could not sleep knowing that Jean wouldn't be sleeping in their bed again. To try to get his mind off of it, he turned on the radio. Instead of listening to his regular station, he flipped it to KTRA Country music. He wondered why he did that. He never listened to it before. It was so unlike him. Nonetheless, he closely listened as a female singing a unique song started.
I was born in the heart of a hurricane season
In the house where my Mama was raised
Scott pondered that. That was similar to Jean's story. She was born in the late summer/early autumn.
The old September wind fills just like a long lost friend
Jean sure loved the crisp, fresh breezes of September.
And I…
I wanna run through those cottonwood trees
Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen-leaves
Scott let a smile form on his face. He remembered how his dear fiancé loved nature in autumn. It seemed so beautiful to her.
And in every wind that blows
There's a song of letting go
It's not goodbye
It's hello
That was something he had to disagree with. It was the other way around. It wasn't hello, it was goodbye. He had felt that way ever since Alkali Lake. He was amazed and overwhelmed, yet grieved at Jean's bravery to sacrifice her life to save theirs…his. Logan told Scott himself "She did make a choice. It was you." Saying pretty much that "She loved you, so she wanted you to live on."
Well, we met underneath the blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turned inta fall
That sweet September wind
Made us so much more than friends
One night…
Scott's smile dropped at the memories that verse brought back. They met when they were much younger. They first met sometime in early spring. By the time Jean's favorite season came around, they were, indeed, so much more than friends. They found love in one another.
And we ran through those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big bed of fresh-fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows,
There's an innocence that knows
It's not goodbye
It's hello
Ironic. One day they let their spirits loose and did just that…and much more. Scott remembered when he had playfully chased Jean through the trees' roots in the mansion's grounds filled with beautiful plants galore. He remembered when they repeatedly made piles of leaves just to throw themselves into them and smells their colorful and various scents. They laughed and enjoyed themselves until they had settled down a bit and kissed and talked until they soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the moment that one thing ends
Is the same time one begins
And return as we must
We are ashes to dust, amen
"When one thing ends." Scott contemplated over that. When a life ends, does that mean a new one begins? He wished it was true. He wished Jean could've just risen up from the water and levitated herself back to the jet. A single tear escaped his eye at the small fantasy. He almost turned the radio off, but he then heard the last bit which moved him deeply.
When the days of my youth have all faded
And the memories are all that remain
Let that old September wind
Take me back to where I been
So I…
I can run though those cottonwood trees
And remember the smell of those fresh-fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows
There's a part of me that knows
It's not goodbye
It's hello
The song ended and he turned the radio off. He thought about the song for a bit. Now that Jean's youthful being was faded and gone, he felt he should let one of his--their vivid memories take him back to when they had no worries. Without a second thought, he hurried out of his room and to the back lawn where they once frolicked among the trees. He ran through to the heart of it where he piled up red and yellow leaves by hand. When he had a fairly-sized pile, he mindlessly let himself fall backwards into them, letting their sweet fragrance be noticed to his sinuses. Just like the good ol' days with Jean. Scott smiled to himself as he finally felt sleep find him. Just before he slipped off into dreams of the past, he whispered, "See you tomorrow. I love you, Jean. I just wish you could come back."
Little did he know that that dream would soon come true.
The Phoenix Shall Arise.
A/N: Okee-day. That's da first chapt. Da next one I hope ta find a song to fit the Phoenix theme. Pleeez review, ya'll! A reward will be given: an even better chapt! HeeHee!