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They all looked at him like he was crazy. He hated them at that moment; hated them with all his heart. Why couldn't he tell them to take a day off? Why was it so unbelievable that he could want break from the constant training? He looked at them evilly from behind his ruby shades, but none of them noticed.
"Vat?" Kurt asked, surprised, "are you serious, Scott? No training?"
"Yeah," he replied, coolly. "I figure we all need a break every now and then."
"All right!" Kurt shouted, jumping happily into the air. He grabbed Kitty and started swinging her around before she phased out of his grasp.
"Jeez, Kurt. Like, stop! It's not that big of a deal." She giggled none the less, and watched on as he continued into a series of cartwheels and back flips.
"Not zat big of a deal? We never get a day off! Zer must be a reason..." He looked a Scott suspiciously before shrugging it off with a laugh.
Scott watched as they all noisily made there way out of the house to do... whatever it was they did on a weekend. Rogue went quietly back up to her room; there was nothing for her to do outside with the others, and she'd hate for her skin to develop a tan.
Turning up the stairs himself, Scott noted that no one seemed to notice that Jean wasn't there. It made sense that no one would care, though, he thought. As much as he loved her, she had little personality, so nothing was missed when she wasn't around. She hadn't been there during breakfast, and she had gone to bed early last night, missing dinner. He shuddered, remembering last night. Reaching his room, he opened the door and shut it silently behind him before plopping down on his bed. He closed his eyes, trying to forget it all, but gave up. Instead, he went to his computer and began writing.
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I love her, I know I do, but I never expected something like this to happen. It all started when I noticed she wasn't at dinner last night...
The group was all seated at the dining room table. Kurt was bamfing around the room, looking for someone who didn't want their ribs, or someone who had left their ribs unattended. Scott watched, amused, before he saw that Jean's chair was empty. She sat across from him, so he was used to having a conversation with her, but she wasn't there today. He was about to ask why she wasn't present, but decided against it, figuring that the professor would have told them if they were supposed to know. He decided he would find out directly from the source after dinner. In the meanwhile, he hunched over his ribs protectively as Kurt looked on longingly.
Scott was the first to finish, so he hurried upstairs before anyone could get the chance to follow him. He moved slowly and silently as he neared her room, feeling that something wasn't right. Before knocking, he moved his head to the door, listening for life. His head shot up immediately, petrified by what he had heard. What could move Jean to tears?
He knocked, and Jean lifted her head inside. "Who is it?" she called with the steadiest voice she could muster. She didn't want anyone to know she was crying.
"It's me, Jean," he called back. He heard her slowly walk to the door, and it opened with a barely audible creak. He could tell she was trying to hold the tears back, but as soon as she saw him they came in torrents.
"Jean?" He cried, moving to her. She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. "It's okay; it's okay." He tried to sooth her, stroking her fiery hair. He walked her slowly into the room, and closed the door behind them before setting her down on the bed.
"Oh, Scott," she said, finally gaining control over herself, and pushing the tears off of her face. "I'm so sorry."
"Sorry," he asked, confused. "What could you be sorry about. You haven't done anything." He pulled her into another hug, but she pushed him away.
"No, no, I have," she cried. "I have! I...I...I..." She burst again into tears, and threw herself onto the bed. He put his hand on her shoulder, feeling the need to touch her, to be near to her when she was hurting. Slowly lifting her into his arms, he held her carefully, letting her tears once again spill onto his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'm here," he told her. "Whatever it is, I can help you. It'll be okay."
Choking for breath, Jean slowly lifted her lips to his ear. "I'm... I'm pregnant..." she gasped into his ear, and then fell onto his shoulder again. She wasn't crying this time though. She had exhausted herself.
He sat there in shock, not trusting himself to move or speak. There was no way this was possible, he had only just graduated from high school, there was no way...
But it was true. I'm going to be a dad. I have gone my entire life without a family, and now I'm going to have a child!
Jean fell asleep on my shoulder tonight, and I set her gently onto her bed before retreating back into my own room. I don't know what I'm going to do. I should marry Jean, I should save our child from the life of a bastard, but I'm afraid. We've only just become comfortable with our relationship, and now I'm supposed to marry her? What if we're not right for each other? We spent the first years of our friendship fighting endlessly, and now... and now...
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He remembered that at that point he had put down his pen, overcome by fatigue. Sighing, he now rested his head in his hands, bringing himself to the decision that he knew was right. Slowly, he stood from his chair, and went to find Jean. He had to ask her something...
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Author's Note: Yeah... It's kinda depressing. But, you know, its bound to happen. (At least, I think it is). Stay tuned!