-marvel owns these characters, not me - I just took a shot at filling in blanks after New X-Men 139 when Jean gives her speech to the press at the mansion, and on explaining why Jean tore into Emma more than Scott when she discovered their affair-
Emma was floored as she stumbled absentmindedly down the hallway. Usually she was vomiting in her mouth over how perfect Jean was supposed to be. She had spent hours telling herself how no real person was just that perfect. But, in spite of herself, Emma had to admit, today was impressive.
She was sitting there, watching, listening inside of their heads. They bought it. Every single one of them. All on their own. HOW did Jean do that?
Emma's head was a mix of anger at morons, individual and aggregate, indignation at being chastised in public, and, what? She'd spent a large portion of the day just staring at Jean, wondering how it could possibly be that everything came so easily to her. Jean pled - not influenced - and all those people fell for her, just watching. She'd been mesmerizing without any powers at all.
Emma sighed and kept putting one foot absentmindedly in front of the other. She turned diamond, looking to go dull. Slowly, she lifted her left arm until her knuckle slid across the wall, and she unfolded her hand and scraped the edge of the wall with the tip of her crystalline fingernail, watching it fold over the corner as she turned it, only to see a flash of red before her face and feel a dull thud against her form. She looked up from the wall and saw Jean floating just above the floor.
"Walking, here, Frost. You're a serious bull in a china cabinet today, you know?"
"I - I'm sorry." She was back to flesh now. She reached out her hand to Jean. "My mind was elsewhere."
"Obviously." Jean took her hand and lifted herself up. "What's with the rock?"
"That was an effort toward elsewhere."
Jean had to smile, and it took a moment to remember to let go of Emma's hand. They stood still for a moment looking at one another.
"Uh - " they each started at once.
"Well, I -" Emma looked down, suddenly feeling ridiculous. She looked back into Jean's eyes and blurted out, "You were impressive today."
Emma almost put her hand up to cover her mouth. Jean's eyes widened significantly and then narrowed until they were almost shut. Emma stuttered to say, "I mean, it's impressive that you could hold those imbeciles' hands through a hefty helping of reality without vomiting all over them."
Jean settled as she realized how off-kilter Emma was. "What's going on with you, Emma? You've been acting weird all day. I don't want to be up in your business or anything, but at this point you're threatening civilians." Emma's eyes thinned. "Oh, chill out, Frosty, I'm trying to help."
Emma cringed. *I just realized I've been playing you in a fantasy because I want you.* She was shielded off, and Jean couldn't hear her, but she needed a lie quickly because she couldn't just shield her eyes that easily. "I guess there are some things you discover about yourself that it takes some time to get used to," Jean opened her mouth to interrupt but Emma continued "yes, yes, I can surprise even myself. Are you alright?"
Jean nodded.
"Good." Emma walked past Jean and turned at her first chance.