By: Millennium Queen Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. And I'm not making any money off of this.
Summary: Call me old fasioned, but I decided to write a Scott/Jean fic. Jean reflects on her relationship with Scott.
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Jean leaned on the edge of her window, watching the sunset and enjoying the feel of the autumn wind blowing through her hair. The sounds of a powers-enhanced football game between Kitty, Rogue, Kurt and Evan drifted towards her from across the yard. At the moment, Kitty and Rogue were setting into Kurt about some alleged rule infraction. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, taking it all in.
-The End
She had just begun to doze off when she heard it. Someone whistling and coming in her direction. She opened her eyes to see Scott walking down a path in the garden. Jean had just opened her mouth to call out to him when she notcied something small and brilliant green clutched in his fist. Curiostiy overcame her, and she siletnly followed his movements across the garden instead of speaking. Suddenly, the green thing was out of his hand, and speeding towards the ground, but with a flick of the wrist it leapt back into his palm.
"A yo-yo!" Jean exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "Scott owns a yo-yo?" Did wonders never cease? She rested her head in her hands and watched with amusement as Scott preformed a few simple tricks. Jean smiled. It was odd to see Scott playing with a toy. He was always so responsible, sometimes you forgot he was still a kid. He'd had to grow up so fast.
Scott had never talked to Jean about his childhood. He'd decided at an early age that his problems were his and no one else's, so no one else should have to deal with them, and that included herself. Scott had so much on his plate, and he refused to let anyone else help him with it. So much pressure. Being in high school. Being a mutant. Being the leader of the X-Men. Being an orphan. Jean hated that word. She hated the idea of Scott being reffered to by such an ugly term. Scott didn't deserve that. He should never have to feel that his problems were less important than her's, or anyone else's. He shouldn't have to feel like it was up to him to protect everyone around him from the pain that he felt as a child. But, the fact is, he did. Despite everything that had happened to Scott in his life, he was too worried about those close to him to even acknowledge it.
Jean wiped away a tear that had somehow escaped her notice until now. She watched as Scott turned back towards the house, still wistling cheerily, and went inside. So that was it. A yo-yo. Scott's escape from his all his immense probelms was a piece of plastic tied to a string. She smiled. Wonders really never did cease. And he never ceased to amaze her.