And now it's time for a series of random humor stories about the Phoenix and others. Check out The Dark Side of the Force: Phoenix Style, my ever so slightly more serious fic. / Star Wars Kotor crossover.
1: Three's a crowd.
Scott: "Jean? You're alive, but how?" Scott exclaimed.
Jean: "I don't know, but I'm here." she answered. He embraced her.
Phoenix: Um….
Phoenix: "Let me see your eyes." She reached for his glasses. "Take these off."
Scott: He grabbed her hand. "No, I can't."
Phoenix: "It's ok, I can control it now. (There's your first warning that something's wrong.) She lifted his glasses off his face, but he kept his eyes tightly closed. "Open your eyes; you won't hurt me." Hesitantly, he did. They kiss.
Phoenix: This is awkward. (Starts humming Jeopardy)
Jean: You have no idea. I mean, you're kissing Scott! You're kissing him!
Phoenix: No I'm not.
You're in control right now. And you're probably going to tell
him to run, aren't you?
Jean: Mayybe. What are you planning?
Don't…!
Phoenix: Sorry, like I've always told you, three's a crowd. So I'm going to get rid of one. Die pretty boy, die!
Scott is disintegrated.
Phoenix: Mwahahahahahahahahah!
Jean (sighing): I hate you.
Phoenix cheerfully: I know.