Goddess No More

Listening to Damien Rice again, Volcano, this time. The chorus has the lines "What I am to you, is not what you mean to me, What I am to you, you do not need". I've noticed a variety of writers, from those gainfully employed by Marvel to writers like me that just play with the characters is that Scott tends to worship Jean (or any other female character he may be involved with).

Anyways, this fic is Jean getting tired of being his Goddess and confronting him on his worship of her. It could very well be in every universe, but people tend to read evo verse more than any other, so here it is. Big surprise, it's in Jeans POV again…. Enjoy!

Just playing with the characters, I promise to put them back, so no need to sue!

"Scott, we need to talk," the young man in front of me visibly tenses.

"Sure, Jean. What's on your mind?" His voice betrays none of the panic that he is currently feeling.

"You. Me. Us. More so, I think it's how you think about me," he still hasn't relaxed. I mentally try to reach out to soothe him without making him think I'm using my telepathy to control him. "I promise this isn't a bad thing, I just need to get a few things off my chest," I can tell he doesn't quite believe me.

"What do you mean when you say 'how I think about you'? You're my world."

"That's just it, Scott. I shouldn't be your world. The team, your studies, your brother and I could go on about what else should be in your world. I am not the be all end all, I shouldn't be your Goddess. I just want to be your Jean, or if you prefer Redd, but nothing more. I love you and I know you love me, but really we should be equals in this. I don't want you placing me on some pedestal."

Scott nods slowly as he processes everything I've just dumped at his feet and looks away from me. I can feel that he's relaxed just a bit with my declaration of my love.

"I didn't realize I was giving you that impression. You really are the most important thing to me, Jean, I don't want to lose you. I just don't know how to do this whole relationship thing. I can barely remember my parents and how they acted around each other and I mean, yeah, I dated Taryn, but I really did that to hide that I really wanted to be with you. To make me look like a normal high school kid," His gaze is pointed out the window. "Tell me what you want me to say. Tell me how to make you feel comfortable in the relationship, how to make you happy."

His back is too me, I go to him and wrap my arms around him, resting my hands over his heart and leaning my forehead on my shoulder.

"Put yourself first. You need to be happy and you need to find a way to be happy without going through me. I know that this isn't going to be an overnight change. Just think of yourself first every now and again. If you want to see a movie with the guys, you don't always have to ask permission to go or invite me every single time." He grabs one of my hands and kisses the back of it.

"I think I can do that, but you're still gonna be the most important thing to me."

"Just as long as you start to love and develop other aspects to your life," He turns to face me.

"Deal," He has a cheeky expression on his face and continues, " I really didn't realize that your ego was that big. I don't believe I've ever called you a goddess."

I give his arm a light smack.

"You've thought it enough times. I really could have developed a complex."

We stand in our embrace for a few more minutes before the dinner is announced and walk downstairs hand in hand. I'm thankful that we had this little chat and I hope that I can make Scott see that he's not the lucky one that he landed me, but instead that we are both luck to be ready to take on the world together, as equals.

END

Not my best work, but what can you say for a piece written in under a half hour.