Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men and thanks to student loans, I never will.
Hey All!! I've been gone awhile but with a new baby coming and all, I've been a little distracted.
You haven't lived until you've seen a remote bounce of some ones stomach and see a little foot move
around. Anyways, let's write and find out what happens.
Disturbances of the Night, Plays of the Mind.
"You didn't wait long after me, did you." A whisper bled out into the moon lit shadows.
She could see him standing there with his strong face half illuminated by the celestial orb so full
In the sky. At times, she feels she is dreaming, at others, more like loosing her mind. His figure
Stands solitary at the foot of her draperied bed. The sheets clutched close to cover up her ample chest
And swollen belly, not only that, but the ring she sports that took the place of his own.
"How long?" He repeated, his eyes glowing ever so slightly red, as two phantom glistening circles.
He was still hansom, even after the five years he'd been gone. Dead, he wasn't supposed to return like this,
Haunting her, his face found everywhere, even the memory of his scent comes back to her.
"Answer me Jean." He said again, in a hissing, lowered growl. "I'm waiting, I've been waiting too long."
There was nothing but startled silence, confusion, maybe fear on her part. "What was this? " She
questioned her night boggled mind. She had often wondered if she had done the right thing, if she had
abandoned Scott, If he was still out there, but how could he be? He was buried, long ago just as the first
frost had glazed the newly turned leaves. The smell of wild grapes had fragranced the air, almost enough
to cover the wet , cold ground that held his pale body.
He held out her wedding ring she had placed in his entombment with him and demanded his answer again.
"Almost four years!" She croaked out, keeping to herself that he, when she had been missing, nary missed a
heartbeat before dating again. He had married less than a year, she waited out of hope. He never found it.
The smell of earth came through to her again as more memories of his death and the day she said good by
Came to her again. Things she'd rather never think of, things that never pass up a chance to remind her.
She'd rather have died the day he was laid to rest, him buried in his suit, the one he married her in, the
Almost peaceful look he wore, almost as though he never knew that peace in life. Certainty not towards
The end, with the T-Virus ravaging his body, on every kind of medicine, drug, anything that could be found
To stop it, to save him. All it did was buy him two more years of pain she couldn't imagine.
She withdrew from life, friends, family, Only even left the boat house they shared to work.
She threw herself into that, almost as he had with the X-Men, she felt so empty for so long.
"I only even started dating after three years." She said in a quivering voice, whether from the
snow laden cold outside or the terrible one at the foot of her bed the chill came from, she didn't
know. He came closer to her and she wished she could say she was safe as her heart beat faster
and the child in her womb stirred, there was nothing but that damp earth smell and a threat so
slightly uttered that he would return, she hoped she didn't really hear it, Her new husband, now laying
beside her hadn't woken, not even twitched an eyebrow during the entire visit. The only thing that
led her to believe Scott had been there was the dirt smudged band of gold now resting again upon her
finger.
Hey All!! I've been gone awhile but with a new baby coming and all, I've been a little distracted.
You haven't lived until you've seen a remote bounce of some ones stomach and see a little foot move
around. Anyways, let's write and find out what happens.
Disturbances of the Night, Plays of the Mind.
"You didn't wait long after me, did you." A whisper bled out into the moon lit shadows.
She could see him standing there with his strong face half illuminated by the celestial orb so full
In the sky. At times, she feels she is dreaming, at others, more like loosing her mind. His figure
Stands solitary at the foot of her draperied bed. The sheets clutched close to cover up her ample chest
And swollen belly, not only that, but the ring she sports that took the place of his own.
"How long?" He repeated, his eyes glowing ever so slightly red, as two phantom glistening circles.
He was still hansom, even after the five years he'd been gone. Dead, he wasn't supposed to return like this,
Haunting her, his face found everywhere, even the memory of his scent comes back to her.
"Answer me Jean." He said again, in a hissing, lowered growl. "I'm waiting, I've been waiting too long."
There was nothing but startled silence, confusion, maybe fear on her part. "What was this? " She
questioned her night boggled mind. She had often wondered if she had done the right thing, if she had
abandoned Scott, If he was still out there, but how could he be? He was buried, long ago just as the first
frost had glazed the newly turned leaves. The smell of wild grapes had fragranced the air, almost enough
to cover the wet , cold ground that held his pale body.
He held out her wedding ring she had placed in his entombment with him and demanded his answer again.
"Almost four years!" She croaked out, keeping to herself that he, when she had been missing, nary missed a
heartbeat before dating again. He had married less than a year, she waited out of hope. He never found it.
The smell of earth came through to her again as more memories of his death and the day she said good by
Came to her again. Things she'd rather never think of, things that never pass up a chance to remind her.
She'd rather have died the day he was laid to rest, him buried in his suit, the one he married her in, the
Almost peaceful look he wore, almost as though he never knew that peace in life. Certainty not towards
The end, with the T-Virus ravaging his body, on every kind of medicine, drug, anything that could be found
To stop it, to save him. All it did was buy him two more years of pain she couldn't imagine.
She withdrew from life, friends, family, Only even left the boat house they shared to work.
She threw herself into that, almost as he had with the X-Men, she felt so empty for so long.
"I only even started dating after three years." She said in a quivering voice, whether from the
snow laden cold outside or the terrible one at the foot of her bed the chill came from, she didn't
know. He came closer to her and she wished she could say she was safe as her heart beat faster
and the child in her womb stirred, there was nothing but that damp earth smell and a threat so
slightly uttered that he would return, she hoped she didn't really hear it, Her new husband, now laying
beside her hadn't woken, not even twitched an eyebrow during the entire visit. The only thing that
led her to believe Scott had been there was the dirt smudged band of gold now resting again upon her
finger.
