Sequel to my one-shot Let Go.
So Scott isn't aware that he dreams of Jean and doesn't know he says her name in his sleep. He used to be able to remember his dreams, but then when he and Rogue got together, he started to forget them. I'm sorry if Scott is out of character, he most likely is, but he has to be for this story.
Scott stood on the balcony outside his room, looking out at the stars. The wind blowing through his hair. It was almost too cool for just boxers and a white beater but he didn't go inside, he'd just brave it. The sky was black and cloudless. The full moon was out. Scott halfheartedly smiled. It was nights like these that he would come out and think. Just gaze up at the night sky and think about anything and everything. Or he would reminisce the good old days or just reminisce. Now, he remembered when the times he would wake up in the middle of the night, the same time every night 11:43, and notice Marie missing from bed. No matter how many times this happened, whenever he didn't feel her by his side, his heart would start pounding and a million scenarios would run through his head, all involving her and Magneto, until he heard her sigh from the balcony. His heart rate would return to normal and his mind would be at ease. She was safe on the balcony... She seemed to always be out there at night. Why, he didn't know. Maybe thinking. She never told him she went out there and he never asked. He would just go back to sleep and in the morning she would be in bed, in his arms.
He gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white and the railing edge seemed to slice into the palms of his hands. He turned his gaze towards the ground, three words echoing in his head. She had left.
This morning he had woken up, her side of the bed cold, and her things gone. Everything that had been hers she had taken with. Her clothes in their dresser, her shoes in their closet, her shampoo and toothbrush from the bathroom, her makeup, but...the gold locket he had given her four months ago for a birthday present was resting on the dresser. The picture of him still inside, their engraved names searing in the palm of his hand. She had promised to always wear that and she had until now. It made him wonder what had made her go. What had made her leave something so special. Had it been him? But then what had he done to make her leave...
Oh and did he mention it was quiet. That's what he hated the most. Her laughter was gone. Her southern accent no longer filled his ears and he hated it. It was quiet in their room. The sound that he had gotten used to for the past year, had disappeared. But the silence...it meant she was really gone. Because when they were together, they were always talking, always laughing, sometimes even arguing...but there was never silence. Some sort of sound always filled the air. Unless they were sleeping of course. But this silence made him hurt. And that hurt made him realize that he may just love Marie. But even so, he couldn't cry.
A part of him had died when it had come to light that Jean was sleeping with Logan. His Jean was gone. Logan had taken her from him. Scott and Jean wouldn't get married like he had planned. They wouldn't move out of the Academy and start their own family. That future was destroyed when his Jean slept with another man. And it was Logan for crying out loud. So his life started falling apart. Then she died...and he had never felt as much pain as he had when they told him she was dead. He had cried. He had never done that before. He felt as if his heart was gone and a black hole had taken its place. He couldn't sleep, her face was there each time his eyes closed. He couldn't eat, his stomach wouldn't keep anything down. He was a mess. No one had ever seen him like this. He was always the grounded one in the group. Calm, cool, and collected. So Profession Xavier ordered the others to cheer him up. Make him want to live again. What a fine job they had done. Each had ...well...to put it nicely. Sucked. The gestures had been nice but they hadn't succeeded. Until Marie. She took it upon herself to do what the other x-men couldn't. Now she was gone too but he wasn't crying. He felt, honestly, like an asshole.
He loosened his grip on the railing and took a deep breath. The night air filling his nostrils...Suddenly he heard laughter. His head whipped towards the origin of the sound. His eyes instantly became accustomed to the black, and he instantly spotted three figures sitting on a bench in the garden below. Three girls. Outside. In the middle of the night. In the garden. Laughing. He would've gone down and said something to them, told them to come inside, that it was too late to be out... but it reminded him that he hadn't left their...his...room since last night. He was too ashamed to go downstairs and face everyone. They were bound to know by now. Marie had left him. Just like Jean had. Someone would have seen Marie sneak away in the night, and then spread the news around the school. It would go like wildfire. Kids here needed something to talk about, something to gossip about. They were teenagers. And what better talk than Scott's love life and that he can't seem to hold a woman's attention for long. History has repeated itself. Another woman Scott loved, left him. And once again, he hadn't even been expecting it.
He knew he should be looking out looking Marie... If he loved her, he would be. Maybe tomorrow he would finally go downstairs and face the whispers and sympathetic looks. Maybe tomorrow he would go out on his bike and search. Maybe tomorrow he would wake up and this would be a dream. Maybe tomorrow...