Summary: After the Apocalypse Incident, the Government decided that Xaver's School was a danger to the public and closed it down, despite the members being the very ones who saved the world. Years later, the US has recently experienced a large spike of mutant activity and without the Law Enforcement having training, the President himself forces the school back open under the guise of Ororo Munroe.
UPDATE: 4/18/2015 Changed Dates from March to August of same year.
UPDATE: 6/4/2015 Fixed spelling & grammar errors. Few edits here and there to make story flow better. Added more bulk in flashbacks.
Rise Again
.: Chapter One :.
X A Glass of Scott X
*Flashback*
Cyclops & Jean Grey~
Location: New York City, New York; Summers Residence~
Date: Four Years Ago (2:43 AM)
Scott parked his red Ferrari in the garage, killing the engine. Using the sleeve of his black suit, he wiped any traces of blue lipstick off of his lips in the rear-view mirror. Grabbing his black briefcase, he got out of the car and locked it before heading inside his house.
The large house was pretty quiet, though in actuality, the house was always quiet. Despite Jean's constant nagging of wanting the overly-priced house, she was hardly in it. And it wasn't like they had any kids together. She was too busy with her politics for anything really. In fact, Scott couldn't even remember the last time the two made love so it really wasn't a surprise when he found himself in the arms of another just hours earlier. Too busy for her own husband... She wasn't too busy when he bought that expensive ring for her... or went through that expensive wedding for her... Heck! She didn't even change her last name to Summers! Like, how embarrassing is that? The only excuse she gave was something dumb like female independence or some bull like that.
Scott grunted and cursed silently, wobbling away from the corner he'd just run into. He might have been a little tipsy, but that corner had really came out of nowhere. Cautiously, he started the stairs, eyeing them closely to make sure they didn't pull any funny business by tripping him as he climbed them. Once at the top, he shouted a cheer but shushed himself as soon as the light to their bedroom lit up.
"UH-Ohhh...Looks like I'm..b-busted!" he pouted, crossing his arms childishly.
Jean stepped out the room wrapped in a silky red bathrobe. Squinting because she hadn't adjusted to the darkness of the hallway, she wandered over to Scott with anger, frustration, worry, and confusion all present in her eyes. Her hair was a jumbled mess and her green face mask made Scott giggle. If not for his sudden occursion of hiccups, he would had told her that she looked like a monster.
"Scott!" Jean whispered loudly like there was a group of people sleeping in the house besides them. "What the hell are you doing?! It's like, three in the morning. Where the hell were you?"
Jean could've easily read his mind, but she started relying less and less on her gifts. It was all apart of her mutant-human coexistence campaign.
"Why are you whispering, babe?" Scott said calmly, holding back a grin. "We're the only ones here in this big ol' empty house that I pay for."
Jean sighed, placing her hand on her forehead. Eyes closed, she asked "Scott. Are you drunk?"
Scott snapped his fingers. "Ding ding ding. Your prize is...foreclosure...because I got fired" he joked. Jean placed her hands on her cheeks, pushing them together. No matter how much she needed the sleep for the morning, it was starting to look like she would be baby sitting.
"We can talk about this tomorrow. Now go take a shower. You smell like booze...cheep booze" she added. As she turned around, Scott stuck his tongue out and made goofy faces behind her back.
"You smell like-"
"Now, Scott! Or you're sleeping outside." The bedroom door closed behind Jean and Scott swatted the air. She always had to have it her way. What was this, Burger King? Scott didn't remember working there.
"Whatever Miss Bossy Pants" he laughed at that one. That was pretty clever of him. Legs feeling like jelly, Scott found the nearest wall (away form the stairs) and slumped down their. Within seconds, he was snoring.
*Flashback End*
Cyclops & Green Siblings~
Location: South Texas, Texas; Green Residence~
Date: August 6th, 2015. 12: 11 PM~
In the middle of nowhere lied a dusty, old, rundown, daisy-colored, Victorian styled house with a hardly white picket fence that rattled with the slightest of breezes. A dried up lake behind the house was now home to the skeletons of animals that once inhabited the body of water. Dust covered the pavement leading towards the house from the indistinguishable dirt road that appeared like it stretched endlessly for miles and miles away from the house. The only trail on the road was made from the rusted blue pickup truck stationed in front of the house. At the paint chipped mailbox read the name Green Residence.
Red flashes illuminated the sky, despite being a sunny day with no clouds in sight. Most stayed away from the house do to sightings of UFO's. Mutants were more than enough, they would say. They didn't need anything else on their plates.
"Come on!" a teenage male voice yelled. "Shoot 'em like you mean it, pops!". A curly haired brunet flew through the sky gracefully, dodging plasma blasts shot at him from the ground. He grinned widely, showing his perfect teeth and highlighting his eccentric green eyes. As he flew, his large brown trench coat flapped in the wind like a fish out of water.
Cyclops simply smiled and turned his visor to 60 percent. The boy could handle it, he thought. "Get a load of this" he mumbled. Without warning, Scott fired a large beam of red energy from his eyes and towards the flying target. Dust circled outward and his knees practically gave in due to the force.
The teen had not been paying attention, instead enjoying the luxuries of flight the sky could only offer him. Feeling a sudden onslaught of heat and light, the brunet gasped as he was hit with what seemed like a train of fire that knocked all the air, and then some, out of his chest and with a distressed cry, he fell towards the earth, promptly unconscious.
Cyclops' eyes widened from behind the visor. He wasn't sure if he was seeing correctly. "Come on, Oliver. Fly..." The man mumbled, but the boy continued to spiral towards the ground. Wasting no more time, Cyclops broke into a sprint worthy of a gold medal, looking for the boy's shadow. Due to the sun being right ahead, it gave the former X-Man an accurate landing spot.
Catching him wouldn't do any good if the fall broke both of their necks, he thought, so using some intuition he had still managed to obtain from his days out on the field and back in high school, he turned his visor down to seven percent and waited until Oliver was closer to the ground. Once this condition was met, Cyclops fired a weakened energy blast at Oliver that was able to slow down his descend enough so that he could catch him. With a grunt, Cyclops threw the teen over his shoulder and ran to the truck. Man, he really needed to get back into shape.
Oliver's ruined coat slowly slid off of his back, along with his other clothes that were tattered and charred by the powerful blast of energy. Placing him in the truck gently, Cyclops slammed the door, shaking the entire car, and ran to the other side. He placed the key in the ignition and turned, only getting a few coughs from the old bucket-on-wheels. He tried it again, but got the same results. Growling, he jumped out the car and opened the car hood and then slammed it with anger. Dust traveled into his lungs and he coughed and choked for a few seconds before deciding that Oliver's life was more important than his fit.
Turning the key even harder, he let out a much needed breath of air when the car roared back to life. Just as he was about to put his foot on the pedal, he looked out the rear review mirror to see a girl running out of the house with a dark green duffle bag.. She, like Oliver, was a brunette and her black dress rippled in the wind. Cyclops honked the horn twice, begging her to run faster, but he knew track wasn't her specialty. The girl jumped into the back of the truck and banged on the roof of the box Cyclops and Oliver were in.
Not concerned about her safety, Cyclops jumped on the gas and the car sped off into and down the road, leaving a tail of dust in its wake. Cyclops needed to get Oliver to a hospital quickly, then he needed to come up with a logical excuse as to why he was injured so severely. In this day and age, it wouldn't be too hard however.
Storm & Jean Grey~
Location: New York City, New York; Senator Grey's Office~
Date: August 6th, 2015. 1: 20 PM~
Ororo smiled gently, following the receptionist through the busy office. Phones rung and papers rattled as the workers carried out their jobs trying to make the world a better place.
Observing the room, Ororo was quite pleased to see how far Jean was able to sway the United States population and opinion of mutants. Despite discrimination being a daily part of outed Mutants' lives, Jean was able to prevent the government from establishing segregation laws through the use of speeches, peaceful rallies, charities, and more. Some accused her of using her powers, but she even went as far as wearing an Inhibitor Collar to prove her point. It certainly made a powerful statement for users of the inter-webs who quickly made the image a popular symbol.
Jean Grey's famous speech, known as the Stereotypical Rehash, is what got her through a Ivy League College ahead of her class, personal acknowledgment from the President, and a position as a Senator for the state of New York. It was one of Ororo's favorites, a long with several other hundred million people across the world. A notable portion read:
"It's astounding how Humans, time and time again, make the same mistakes, time and time again. The saying, 'History repeats itself', truly never dies. The so called 'Mutant Threat' to the world was once known as the Native American Threat, or the Women's Rights Movement, or Slavery, or Blacks and Whites, or Gays. Mutants are still human, just like gays are still human, and just like blacks, or hispanics are still human, and just like white people are still human. You aren't scared of Mutants, you're only scared of change. You're scared there's someone out there in the world who can do incredible things that you used to only dream about or see in movies. You're scared that you're being 'replaced'. But that's just the thing. You're not being 'replaced'. You're being joined. The world could certainly use a few more people who could build things with their mind, heal the sick with just a touch, or grow crops instantaneously. The world just wants something or someone to be mad at, to be afraid of, just so you can have something to do with your so-called lives. As soon as you realize that Mutants are Humans, then we Mutants will no longer be called Mutants, but friends. After all, the things you insult us of, can be reversed right back onto you. Because if you really wanna play the blaming game, Mutants didn't start the wars that's killed your loved ones. If insults like that are thrown around, then we'll be stuck at the Mutants vs Humans game that doesn't end well for neither side..."
The sound of a door clicking behind the older woman snapped out her out of reminiscence. The office was tidy and organized and the light form the window gave off the feeling of authority, yet hospitality. A red haired woman spoke on the phone, while writing something down in pen on a notepad. As soon as Ororo's eyes met her own, she smiled widely and gestured for Storm to wait a second.
Ororo could have never dreamed that one of her students, no less a mutant, could achieve what Jean did in her lifetime. It was sad to say this, but Ororo didn't think she could have as much courage as the woman in front of her. It was like Jean had took all of her friends' and family's strength and turned it into a coexistence campaign, aimed at the entire world.
"Storm? I mean, Ororo?" Jean said, hanging up the phone and standing up. She made her way to Ororo, embracing her fellow teacher in a warm hug. Taking a few steps back, Jean motioned for Ororo to sit in a nice and luxurious leather chair placed by her mahogany desk. Jean sat down and nodded, showing the older woman that she was ready.
"Jean," Ororo started. "You've grown into an exceptionally beautiful and talented young woman. Charles would be proud of you."
Jean teared up slightly. Through work and others things, she had regretfully forgotten about Charles' untimely death due to an unknown sickness he had obtained from Apocalypse. The man's teachings lived on in her work, but she had never really acknowledged him too much. She would have to change that, she noted, scribbling something down on her personal notepad.
"Thank you, Ororo. We all miss him dearly. Speaking of which, how long have you been in the States. And have to spoken with the others."
"Um, I returned from Africa about a week ago. And no. Unfortunately, the others don't want to be reached or I haven't made contact with them. They're all busy trying to live their lives so it'll take a little time. Some need it more than others. "
Ororo pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, contemplating over the comfortable silence that had befallen the two. After another minute or so, the two chatted aimlessly about their lives and previous experiences since the disbandment of their special group. For Ororo, it was great to spend time with her former student and for Jean, it was nice to talk to someone about things that weren't work related. She hadn't talked to Scott since...well, that wasn't relevant now. Looking at the time, Jean stacked some papers on her desk before sliding them into a scarlet brief case.
"Well, was there anything else you wanted, Ororo?" Jean asked, courteously. She didn't want to upright and leave her ex-teacher without knowing if she came for any other reason.
"Actually, heh." Ororo started. She was seriously starting to regret what she was going to say next. "I don't even know why I'm bothering, I mean, you have so much going on and me coming here to ask you something that was incredibly selfish is pretty low of me"
"Ororo..." Jean said. She frowned, placing her hand on the white-haired woman's shoulder. She didn't like the fact that she was beating herself up. She considered reading her mind, but that would be a violation of what she stood for as a person and leader. "What is it?"
"As you know, the President's asked me to start up the school again, being the only one really suitable, and yet, I don't have anyone who can use Cerebro. It was silly for even considering it an option. You're far more important to the world for me to pull you back in with a selfish logic."
Ororo was certainly right, Jean thought. She couldn't leave her position to join a radical group of mutants even if she wanted to. That would be an insult to everyone who followed her and looked up to her as a woman, a leader, and a fellow mutant. Though, she could help indirectly... by directing her elsewhere.
"I may not be able to help, but I do know a blonde." Jean said, taking out her pen and scribbling down an address on a piece of paper before giving it to the woman. "She might be a tough cookie, but she's a sucker for the Cerebro. After all, she's probably the third...well, second now most powerful telepath in the world... after me, of course."
Ororo took the paper and thanked Jean. Before leaving, she asked how she knew if the woman would help her.
"She owes the Professor one big time. But just in case, I can give her a call to sway her decision" Jean said, smirking and tapping her temple.
For a second, the weather mutant wasn't sure if that meant Jean would talk to her through telepathy or push the poor blonde with her powerful mind. Though, the latter would have been much easier.
*Flashback*
Cyclops & Jean Grey~
Location: New York City, New York; Summers Residence~
Date: Four Years Ago (The Next Morning)
Dishes clinking and clanking loudly woke Scott from his pleasant dreams. Moaning like a ghost, Scott couldn't understand why his head was beating faster than a marching band's drumline made up of thousands of robot Quicksilvers. The unnecessary noise downstairs in the kitchen was a big factor, too. Actually, Scott wasn't certain as to why someone was in the kitchen. Judging by the blinding sunlight that also didn't help his oncoming migraine, Scott could at least infer that it was sometime after noon. Jean didn't come home until around the time the sunset. It was a miracle that he was even woke!
Using all his might, Scott stood, albeit staggering, but it was a step. Like the night before, Scott stepped down the stairs, praying that he didn't trip and break his neck. Though, considering the pounding going on in his head, he was really starting to deem it a viable option. Stopping in front of the kitchen, his eyes widened when he found that the noise-making culprit was none other than his wife, Jean, who was frustratingly looking through the cabinets and slamming them when she couldn't find what she wanted. Turning to Scott, Jean shot him a nasty glare before asking where the measuring cup was.
"Uh..." It hurt to think, but somehow, Scott had a feeling that if he didn't come up with an answer, he would be in a whole new world of hurt. "The...the, um...the...the dishwasher! Yeah...the dishwasher..."
Jean frowned at Scott a second more before opening the dishwasher... and lord behold, there it was on the top racket. "Thanks" she muttered, but it wasn't because she meant it but rather out of reflex. Scott stared at the red-head with disbelief. He even considered her to be Mystique. The nice and friendly Jean who worked for mutant equality was not the Jean he was looking at. This woman was more reminiscent of The Phoenix that she had worked so hard to suppress.
"We. Need. To talk. Scott." Jean stressed, her glares melting right through Scott's shades. He really wished he knew what he did to get her this pissy. It sure wasn't a lousy performance in bed.
*Flashback End*
Cyclops & Green Siblings~
Location: Corpus Christi~
Date: August 6th, 2015. 12: 42 PM~
The drive to Corpus Christi took longer than Scott estimated and he was seriously starting to wonder if Oliver was still alive. During the car ride, about fifteen minutes earlier, the boy had woke up hysterical. He was rambling things Scott couldn't even comprehend on top of spazzing out. Limbs were flying all over the place and Scott had gotten smacked, punched, and kicked in under a minute. If it wasn't for his younger sister, Jeanette, who was somehow able to calm him with her telepathy, Scott probably would have ended up punching the kid's lights out.
Pulling into the St. Steve Rogers Hospital* parking lot, Scott got out the car and ran to the side, opening it and sliding Oliver's limp body into his arms. He felt like dead weight which made Scott's stomach turn, but he wasn't new to the feeling. In fact, he'd carried a friend's dead body out of a battlefield.
Jumping off the back of the truck, Jeanette hurried Scott along and the three ran across the parking lot to the Emergency Room entrance doors. Entering through the sliding doors carrying Oliver bridal style, Scott called for some assistance. The group gathered some strange stares from those in the waiting room and some nurses and doctors came out with bed. Placing Oliver on it carefully, it was chaos as Scott and Jeanette tried to get some answers while the nurses asked for the same thing.
"Sir, you can't come back here! Wait in the waiting room! We'll send someone out to address the situation" A doctor said, pushing Scott back. The two watched helplessly as the nurses with Oliver turned a corner.
*Flashback*
Cyclops & Jean Grey~
Location: New York City, New York; Summers Residence~
Date: Four Years Ago
The situation was tense, to say the least. At one end of their long black dining table sat an angry, but collected Jean who was cutting up fruit with scary precision for someone who usually ordered food. At the other end sat a very confused and slightly fearful Scott who had only a glass of water to his name. They didn't talk, but rather let the sound of the blade meet the cutting board through the flesh of the fruit echo throughout the house. Silence would have been preferred, but considering that his irritated telekinetic wife had a knife, Scott could genuinely say that his life was in her hands, literally.
"When were you going to tell me that you got fired?"
"Hm?" Scott hummed, practically choking on his water. He placed his glass down gingerly, cursing God for allowing Jean to talk mid-drink. Out of all the things she could have said, why did Scott have to be caught off guard by Jean's seemingly rhetorical question. For the most part, he knew his wife. She probably already did her homework over the topic, but she was one of those types that would ask the question anyway, just to make some sort of point. To him, it was kind of pointless and a waste of time, but like stated before, he didn't have a knife in (telekinetic) throwing range.
Jean lifted her eyelids slowly as she raised her head. Scott gulped audibly, contemplating taking another sip of water. His throat was certainly dry.
"I'll say it again, but when I ask you another question, please don't make me repeat myself. Understood?"
Scott nodded.
"When were you going to tell me, your wife, that you. Got. Fired." Why she chose to stress what she did, Scott had no clue. He figured it was one of those things people saw in the movies and subconsciously mimicked it, but he certainly wasn't going to ask. You risk your life first, then get back to him.
This was a trick question, however. Definitely. Scott knew there was no real legitimate answer that could calm her. And by the looks of it, she didn't want to be calmed. It looked like she wanted... like she wanted to accomplish something. Murder? No! Scott needed to focus. Even with his personal drumline in his head, he needed to focus!
"I, uh... I was ashamed of what'd you think... I guess you could say I was embarrassed that you were making more money than me in the first place." After all, real estate wasn't Scott's strong point. Plus, not only did she not want to adopt his last name, she made more money than him on a daily basis. Men were supposed to support the family, no questions asked. Scott was starting to feel like...like...like a trophy husband. Man, that stung.
The cutting continued, then stopped. "Smart answer," She spat. Ouch! She was really out for grabs. "That doesn't explain what you were doing when you claimed to be going to work these last two weeks."
Oh...right. Scott had forgotten about that little tidbit. "I just did, uh, various activities. Hung out with some friends. Went to a few bars...got wasted, well obviously. You saw me last night. Heh." He caught her staring and trailed off. "...played golf...you know, leisurely stuff."
"I'm sorry," she began. Scott was really going to get it. "I don't know. I've been to busy busting my ass trying to change the world! You know, the very same onr that you live in? I'm sorry I can't find the time to lie to my spouse over something so petty just because I don't want my pride hurt. Boo f-ing hoo, Scott!"
Scott wasn't going down without a fight. If she wanted to get loud with him, he would return that favor. His head was already killing him so he didn't care if a knife ended up lodged in his chest.
"No, I'm sorry, little Ms. Sunshine! I'm sorry I don't fit into your perfect little cookie cutter world of mutant and human peace. I'm also sorry that I married someone who cheated on me with. Their. Job! I mean, come on, Jean! We hardly see each other! You're always so busy with this and always too tired to do that so just save it! I don't even know why you even care about what I've been doing these last two weeks. It's not like it effects you."
"Oh? You not working doesn't effect me, Scott? Let's see about that. Hmm...Ooh! I know! How 'bout the absence of a second income, for starters. Because that doesn't effect us in any way whatsoever."
"Really, Jean. Let's be real. We all know that the money I've been making from real estate was pennies compared to the big bucks you're pulling from working with Big Brother. Everything we've bought in the last two-three years have been off of your earnings."
"Oh, is that so, Scott. Now you want to admit it. It's funny, because, you weren't saying that to your friends when you were gloating over your new Ferrari!"
"Please, Jeanie. Don't act like you've cared. As long as you had me by your side, you were juuuuust peachy."
"Did you notice the past tense, because I certainly did. And don't even start with that 'Baby, I just need you' charade. You'd be nothing if you didn't slip that little ring on this finger."
"Come on! Don't act like you had guys flocking to you from left to right. You were lucky I even bothered to marry you."
"Well, that can still be arranged, Scott."
*Flashback End*
Cyclops & Green Siblings~
Location: Corpus Christi; St. Steve Rogers Hospital~
Date: August 6th, 2015. 1: 12 PM~
"Alright, Sir. The boy you brought in, Oliver, correct, is suffering from severe first degree burns bordering second degree on his chest and the area connecting his arms. He also has a minor concussion and a few rib fractures. Due to protocol, I have to report this to the police, but I'm here asking for details so I don't mislead anyone. Now, was this a domestic or foreign affair? The doctor asked. He was middle aged, determinable by the fact that he was balding. He eyed Scott's shades suspiciously, feeling like he had seen them before, but he didn't think about it any further.
Scott, on the other hand, was silently freaking out. He didn't mean to injure the boy, but he'd forgotten what he was truly capable of. He wondered how Oliver would react when he opened his eyes and saw Scott standing there. Would he hate him? Would he remember? Too many What Ifs flooded his mind but he still had to come up with a feasible excuse. He would have to put aside his guilt for now and commit to the situation at hand.
"Foreign. Some guy...some mutant" Scott said with disgust. He was really convincing. You know what they say, the best lies are based on truth. "He could shoot, like, red lasers out of his hands. I was picking him and his sister, here, up from their mom's house when a blast fired right through a seemingly abandoned house. It hit Oliver. The guy's hands were still glowing red and he fired another shot at us, but missed. He ran away and we quickly brought Oliver here." Scott said, closing his eyes and taking off his shades, wiping the tears he had squeezed out.
The doctor nodded. In his line of work, "mutant accidents" were becoming more and more frequent. He totally understood what this poor man and teenage girl were going through. He had lost his daughter to a mutant who could melt objects.
"Alright, Sir. I'll inform the police and try to tell them not to question you. I'm sure they'll understand."
The doctor walked away and Scott put his glasses back on. Despite wanting to fire a blast at the doctor's face, Scott, disgusted to even think this, was kind of thankful for all the hate on mutants. It did save his skin.
Jeanette frowned and glowered at Scoot, who shrugged at her. "That lie. It had holes in it." she said. "But he bought it like a sucker. He won't go back on his word. I'm going to go get my book out of the car." The girl waltzed out the room. She was certainly in her own world. It was like she wasn't even concerned about Oliver's health with the way she was acting.
Jeanette Green was 16 years old, a year younger than Oliver. Like Oliver, she was a mutant, being a telepath. She read anyone and everyone mind without hesitation. Most people hated having their private thoughts emptied into the world but Jeanette seemed to ignore that fact. It was one of the reasons the two siblings couldn't attend high school without problems arising. It was also a contributing factor as to why their parents up and left them ...but Scott wasn't around long enough to know that. All he knew was that they needed someone and he filled the position nicely.
As Jeanette dug her novel out of the green bag she'd brought, she couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her. She scanned the minds in the surrounding area for any indication that she was being observed, but found no indication. Discarding her worry, she smiled at the book in her small hands. Books were the only thing she could mind read...they were the only thing who couldn't run away form her.
*Flashback*
Cyclops & Jean Grey~
Location: New York City, New York; Summers Residence~
Date: Four Years Ago (Later that day)
Scott and Jean laughed over something one of them had just said. The two were covered in a glow their covers couldn't hide. Scott ran his fingers through Jean's messy hair, somehow giving him Déjà vu.
"That was amazing" Jean said, swirling her finger over Scott's bare chest. She was glad she had taken off work to deal with the situation at hand. Besides, she was pretty swamped with work anyway and found this as a good excuse to get out of all the meetings she had planned today.
"Yeah...If I would've known all of that this morning caused all of this, we'd argue everyday." Scott chuckled. Jean elbowed him softly, but ending up joining him in his laughter. For several minutes, they talked about various things they never got around to the last couple of months. It was strange yet magical how the two of them were reminded of why the fell in love with each other waaay back in high school.
Briiing. Briiing.
Jean looked around for her phone before realizing it was downstairs in the kitchen. Excusing herself from Scott who tried to convince her to stay, she quickly made her way downstairs to answer her phone call. "It might be work!" she called, leaving the room. Cause that made sense. Scott placed his hands behind his back, sighing with a smile and looking at the ceiling. Today was good. If this was what marriage was about, his faith was restored ten fold.
Zrrrr. Zrrrr.
How strange? Who was calling him? Scott's phone vibrated on the dresser next to him and he leaned over to look at the caller id. It was private. He answered it hesitantly. A feminine voice responded.
"Alright. I know I said last night was the last time...but if you're still interested in continuing our...periodical meetings then meet me at the Hawkeye Hotel**, Room 13."
The woman hung up and Scott stared at his phone, speechless. Jean came back in, smiling. Noticing him, she raised a brow. "Did someone call?"
"Uh..uh. No. No one called." Scott said, looking back at Jean and placing his phone on his dresser. "I, uh, I was just, uh, checking the time. That's all. Now come get back in bed."
*Flashback End*
Storm & ?~
Location: Boston, Massachusetts; Marvel Wonders Gentlemen's Club~
Date: August 6th, 2015. 5: 03 PM~
Ororo narrowed her eyes at the building, then looked back down at the paper. She repeated this a few times. She even asked an nearby stranger if this was the correct address to which he confirmed. Maybe Jean's handwriting was messy, she thought, looking back at the paper. Nope, that wasn't it. Maybe Jean copied down the wrong address. Nah, Jean was too perfect. Perhaps Jean was playing a trick on her... but even that was far-fetched.
Seeing no other option, Ororo locked the doors to her black 2014 Lexus LS 600h L Sedan and walked across the street. She tried not to smile awkwardly, but it may have looked like she was constipated by the look the bouncer sent her way.
"Are...you okay, Miss?" he said, his deep voice resonating deep from within his chest. It reminded her of the men from Wakanda, but she shook those thoughts away. She came here for a telepath, a blonde telepath.
"Yeah, I was wondering if I could get in. I'm here to see a... friend." She stated. They may not have been friends but he didn't know that.
"Who's your friend?" he asked, probably actually curious.
"Okay" Ororo admitted, caught in the middle of a lie. "I may not know her name, but another friend told me to come here."
He raised an eyebrow. He probably got nut-jobs and oddballs wanting to come in all the time. After all, he was a bouncer. "Uh...heh heh".
Ororo didn't realized how hard it was to actually say it. The senator sent me here. Yup, it sounded like she was high on Lotus*. "Jean Grey...Senator Jean Grey"
He laughed...and did so for a while until he saw how serious she was. "Alright, even if the Senator asked you to come here, surely she must've known the rules. Only Men allowed unless you're working" he said, winking. "And also...No Mutants. Can't have those freaks ruining the guys' fun, ya know what I mean."
"What a relief" Ororo said, holding up her hand and charging it with electricity. "Now I don't have to feel bad when I do this."
His eyes widened at the spectacle. He reached for his taser but found he was the only on the ground twitching and jumping in seconds. Ororo shrugged and stepped over the large body. Opening the door the club, her eardrums practically exploded from the loud techno music with an excess amount of bass that vibrated through her bones like the drums of a tribal dance in Wakanda. Once her eyes got adjusted to the seizure inducing strobe lights, she looked around the dimly-lit room for a blonde.
"Now...where does one find a blond stripper" Storm said, eyeing the busy space. A man walking by responded.
"On the pole in the VIP Lounge, upstairs"
"That was easy" she thought, making her way to the only flight of stairs that led to the second floor.
*Flashback*
Cyclops & ?~
Location: New York City, New York; Hawkeye Motel, Room 13~
Date: Four Years Ago (Later that night)
Scott stood nervously in front of the room. Knocking on the door, he almost decided to walk off. He wasn't sure why he was getting cold feet all of a sudden. He was a grown man and in control of his , maybe it was his conscious telling him that this was a bad idea. Yeah, that was it. The only reason he came was to tell the chick that what they had... or what they had been doing was no longer okay. He had finally managed to clear things up with Jean and cheating on her further would definitely ruin their relationship.
The door opened unexpectedly and there stood a blonde dressed in white lingerie. "I was getting scared you wouldn't come" she said. She pulled him inside the room with a kiss.
Scott didn't struggle.
*Flashback End*
Rise Again
.: Chapter One :.
X A Glass of Scott X
*St. Steve Rogers Hospital- In this universe, I will be using iconic characters as small things just because they don't exist. Even though Captain America was in the show, it's my call.
**Hawkeye Hotel- I considered making it a Motel, but I didn't want to do Bart dirty so.
Okay, so this chapter was a bit...risque...so to speak. This is Rated T but I tried to portray the information in the simplest ways possible. (We've all heard it all before so...) If there are any errors, please let me know so I can fix them ASAP. I don't have a Beta so I often miss things.
(BTW, the Storm and Jean meeting happened at the same time as Scott shooting Oliver. Time zones, remember.)
This story will obviously include OCs as seen with Oliver Green and Jeanette Green. If you have any ideas for OCs (Mutants or Non), please do not be afraid to leave them in a review or PM. Some will be introduced to the school, others will be added to team, while some will be used as Characters of the Day. You know, like the villain to defeat.
Anyway, Have a nice day!