Jean Grey sat in the War Room of the X-Mansion and watched as once again, her husband and leader of the X-Men, sided against her and with Emma. She didn't understand it. The new maneuvers the White Queen suggested wouldn't do anything more than cause chaos. Scott saw her move to speak and quickly placed a hand on her shoulder. "You know she's right Jean."

He had also been patronizing her quite frequently. The hand on her shoulder felt restraining and cold. She moved out of his grasp and gave him a hard look. "No Scott, she's not. It will merely confuse the team and cause discord among the new students."
His eyes burned a moment behind his glasses, crimson and bloody; he wasn't used to her defying him. "Then again," she thought, "we used to actually talk about our relational problems." She looked at the others jostled around the table. Ororo was nodding in agreement, Hank looked thoughtful, and Logan was smirking at Scott's apparent frustration. "I call for a vote." she said.
Hank nodded "Agreed, it is a diplomatic solution." Scott, cornered, released a puff of air.
"Fine. All those in favor of the maneuvers say Aye." His and Emma's voice filled the space. His brow furrowed, "Opposed?"

Hank's, Ororo's, Logan's, and Jean's voices said in harmony, " Nay."
The council broke apart, leaving Scott and Jean alone in the room. It was silent for a moment. "What the HELL was that for Jean?" Scott yelled at her.

"What?"

"You know damn well what. " he growled.

"Voicing my opinion? Because I have a right to Scott."

"I told you not to."

"I do not care Scott Summers."

"Emma's idea would've-"

She cut him off. "That's another thing. Why do you keep clotheslining my ideas, and supporting Emma when she is clearly wrong."

Scott remained silent for a moment. "As leader of the team, I can choose what we do." he said softly.

"Well then maybe you should lead more. Even Logan-" before she could finish the sentence a hand slammed against her face. Her mouth popped open in shock as she raised one hand to her stinging left cheek. Tears began to blur her vision.

Scott's face was purple in rage. "Don't you ever-" he caught sight of Jean's expression, and his own changed to one of guilt. "I'm... I'm sorry." he turned toward the door and left.

Jean slid to the floor and felt the tears slide down her face. "Why?"