Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or any of the characters. However, I do own my character who I hope you all will like.

Summary: Jean is horrible. She claims that she will always love him, that she knows for a fact that he is the man she'll end up. Yet and still, she's trying to play a game of cat-and-mouse that Logan obviously does not wish to play and Scott…why hasn't Scott reacted? He doesn't appear broken up about Jean at all. He appears…almost nonchalant. No matter, everyone's tired. It was a long day and the mission was grueling. And who in the hell is the blonde on Scott's bed?

So, I know that there at X-Men lovers out there and I really hope that no one hates me for what I'm about to do. I'm going to change some of the history of the X-Men characters. Naturally, everything that happened in the first movie is real. However, it's the events before the first movie that I'm changing a little. Just bear with me…please.

On to the story…

How did we ever come to this
I never thought you'd be
Someone I'd have to miss...
And there I was caught in your game
Needing answers that never came
And we took a chance,
You said you were strong
Strong enough
But you were wrong...

You Will Never Be by Julia Sheer

Scott heard her. He heard everything she had to say. When Jean had said she needed to talk and took them back to their room, Scott had followed without a word. There was nothing he could say. He didn't need to really say anything at this point. She was a big girl; she could get what she needed to get off her chest. So, he listened.

And didn't say one word.

And that irritated Jean beyond belief.

Here she was, trying to explain everything to him and all he could offer was the impassive expression on his face. She contemplated using her powers on him, but opted out of it. It had always been a sacred thing between them and a rule the Professor heavily enforced. No probing into people's minds. Jean had done a very good job with doing that…at least, in the eyes of the public. Sure, there were times in which she took it upon herself to peer into the minds of her colleagues and students. But not to go snooping around their personal business, but to uncover the truth of a situation. Perhaps, certain…things came up and she tucked them away to make sure that no one knew she knew. But at this particular moment, she really wished she could defy that rule.

She wanted to breakup. And yes, that was a big deal. They were Scott Summers and Jean Grey for goodness sake! They were like…the William and Kate in the X Mansion. Everyone knew that they would be married and that the two of them loved each other. So, why the breakup? Well, Jean was…still quite young. She was twenty-six, and yes, she was aware that she was old enough to settle down. But that was the problem. She found that she did not want to settle down. It did not diminish her love for Scott in any way. She just needed…time.

So…why in the hell was Scott not saying anything?

"Scott," Jean said softly, hands clasped on her lap. She had pulled the chair to the bedroom desk in front of the bed and sat on it before him. He was seated on the bed, no hint of him even being there except for the somewhat clenched jaw. Jean frowned slightly and leaned forward, encasing his slightly larger hand in her slender one. But, as if her touch somehow stunned him now, Scott yanked his hand away without a word. "Scott, please."

"Okay." That was all he said. Despite the fact that the only emotion he showed her was a twinge of perhaps disdain as he had snatched away from her, all Scott could offer her was an okay? Jean sat, perplexed. What in God's name was going on here?

"Okay?"

"Okay." This time, he said it with a slight shrug and a sudden anger flared up inside of Jean at that. But she calmed herself. She had to remember that this was a delicate conversation and that no man had loved her like Scott did. She doubted if any man would.

"Scott, I'm telling you that I think we need a break and all you can say is okay?" The disbelief and slight pain in her tone was evident and Scott ran a tired hand over his short hair. It had grown a little, but was still manageable. As long as it didn't become shoulder-length or worse, he was fine.

"Well, Jean, once you say you want to go fuck Logan, all I can do is say okay," Scott pretty much growled and Jean flinched, shutting her eyes as the truth and resentment in that statement slapped her in the face. Alas, it was exactly what Jean wanted to do. At least, that was the conclusion Scott came to. It was a horrible one really and it was even worse because it could be damaging to Jean's character. The beloved, well-respected psychiatrist and teacher breaking up with her boyfriend of…how long as it been? Four years now?

"That's not what I said," Jean replied back, hurt. "Have you heard anything I said for the last fifteen minutes?" Jean swore that if Scott didn't truly give a damn, he would have just shot her with his lasers. The look he was giving her through his visors spoke volumes and the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw had her tensing for another argument. That's all they seemed to do anymore anyway. Or at least, she'd argue.

In Scott's head, he choked back a laugh. Had he heard anything she said? Yes, he heard every last word and quite frankly, he didn't feel anything about it. There should be some kind of pain that accompanied this breakup. It should devastate him. His love for Jean should morph into a hurt that even her reassurance of eventual, renewed romance could not remedy. But he just felt…nothing.

And for some reason, he was alright with that.

However, her blatant desire for him to feel something for her words sent anger straight to his tongue. He couldn't hold back any words to hear at this particular moment. How dare she think that she deserves some damn reaction?

"What exactly do you expect me to do right now, huh, Jean? Curl up in fetal position? Cry and beg for you not to leave me?" Scott spat and Jean could only stare in surprise. Since when did he become so…harsh towards her? Since when did the gentleness and care in which he used to handle her die? He pointed to the door nonchalantly. "There's the door!"

"And you're ready? You're ready to just give this up – give us up – that easily," Jean asked incredulously and Scott raised an eyebrow at her.

"Do you not hear yourself right now? Jean, I'm giving us up!?" The outrage in his now calm voice actually sent a frightening chill down Jean's spine. She had only heard Scott talk to enemies with that tone before sending a very powerful blast and, on rare occasions, punches their way. He had never, not in any of their arguments, directed it her way. Truthfully, in their arguments, Scott gave up. He would sit there and let her vent before apologizing. He wasn't ready to do that today.

"Scott –

"No, I'm not finished!" Scott yelled and Jean found herself flinching again. At this point, she was pretty sure people would hear them in the hallway and she was even more positive that Hank and Logan, in particular, could hear them. But Scott didn't appear as if he cared and gave a short laugh. "You must really think I can be easily manipulated or something if you think you can turn this into some victim story for yourself. I'm giving us up!? Jean, you gave us up two years ago when you met Logan. It just took him coming back and being uninterested in you to realize that."

Jean's mouth fell open and then closed. That repeated twice before her lips spread into a thin line. Her eyes shined with fresh tears at the accusation. The very truthful accusation. But Scott had no right to fully throw this one on her.

"That's not fair, Scott," she swore and Scott was really contemplating punching the wall. He hadn't gotten this explosive with anyone in a very long time. Jean stood and pointed a shaky finger at him. "You…y-y-you put me on a pedestal and you were suddenly surprised when you found out that I wasn't perfect. I have tried to remain faithful and hopeful with this relationship, but all you do is put up this wall that I can't break down –

"A wall that wouldn't be up in the first place if you just told the truth." A few angry tears fell down Jean's face and she glared at Scott.

"You want the truth? The truth is…you don't love me like you did before!" She screamed and at this point, they both knew that they were loud enough for anyone to hear. And neither gave a damn. "Once you realized your perfect little red robin wasn't so fucking perfect, you gave up. You didn't even fight for me –

"And I won't," Scott simply said.

He was done fighting a losing battle. Nothing triumphed over Jean's selfish desires. She wanted to feel like she was still young and that she could do what she wanted. She wanted to find herself with other men, namely Logan, and rediscover the desires of the teenage life she didn't have. And she expected Scott to fine with that and he wasn't. The silence that permeated the air after that statement was deafening. Jean's hand dropped and her shoulders slumped, the expression on her face defeated and beyond devastated.

"You…you just give up? Just like that?" Her voice squeaked at that last questioned and behind his visors, Scott's eyes were tired.

"Just like that." Jean shook her head, trying to wipe away the oncoming onslaught of tears. Scott only fixed her with the stoniest of expressions. "Jean, you will never be perfect. And I never thought you were. But somewhere down the line, and you can give me all the excuses in the world, but I suddenly wasn't good enough for Dr. Jean Grey. And…I'm done."

The finality was real. The pain – the raw tone of betrayal and maybe even humiliation – lingered in his voice and all Jean did was steel herself. She would not dare to feel guilty for wanting more than what Scott offered. She wanted a warm dose of passion. All he gave was a cold brick wall. So, why was she still here fighting?

"Fine. I'll move back into my old bedroom tonight. The Professor will give me the key," she told him coldly. Scott shrugged and made his way back to the bed – his bed now.

"Whatever you want, Jean. At this point, I don't really care."

And now I'm...

Deafened by your silence
Blinded by the tears
If you're looking for forgiveness
You won't find that here
Cause you lied your way to heartbreak
And now it's all too clear
That you will never be...