Category/Pairing: Scott/Rogue, Scott/Other, Scott/Jean, yeah Scott's a little slut....
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you really think I would have ended the movie the way it ended?
Archive: WRFA, XMFFC, Mutual Admiration, others please ask.
Feedback: It's better than heroin.
Story notes: SCOTT POV. J/S (ew) then Scott/Rogue. None of the characters are ours. Not even Joanne, she's a real person.
This story was first written by Autumn, a dear friend of mine and the first three chapters are hers only. After that
she let me take over this little story and is also being a kick-ass beta-reader of it too. I hope I do her story
justice and everything that might be somewhat off when it comes to spelling, grammar and flow of the story is due
to me not listening to her.
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I often wonder when it is that Rogue took the place of Jean
in my life. Was it when she first arrived here? After we saved her
from Magneto? When Jean and I grew apart and Rogue helped me get
over her? I don't really know, but it probably has something to do
with Joanne. Thanks to her I have a beautiful brown haired woman in
my arms, and I finally feel complete. Perhaps I should begin at the
beginning though.......
"Scott, you can't seriously expect me to accept this can you?" Jean
asked me in an incredulous tone.
"Listen Jean, you're part of my life and so is Joanne. That's just
the way it is, and I know it's a lot to deal with, right now but-"
"But nothing Scott. How can you expect me to deal with a child you
had with another woman?" Jean finished.
"It was 10 years ago Jean. I just learned about it last week. Her
mother was killed in an airplane crash and I'm the only living
relative she has left." I finished off.
Instead of answering me Jean simply huffed and stormed out of the
room. I felt the on coming headache that always chases an argument
with Jean. I grabbed the bridge of my nose and sank down on the bed
in defeat. That was the first time I contemplated what a life
without Jean would be like.
I mean I go over the wretched thought whenever we go out on a
mission, but this was the first time I'd actually considered breaking
up with Jean. I'd always wanted to have kids, which she knows, and
now that I do have one and Jean isn't the mother, things are suddenly
different between us.
I really can understand her problems with it. I mean my
daughter Joanne, still seems surreal saying that is already nine
years old. Most likely she'll lash out at any woman she feels is
trying to take the place of her mother. I can understand Jean's fear
of rejections, even if she won't talk to me about it. What I can't
understand is Jean's total lack of support. I think after Joanne
arrives I'll find myself facing the age-old question of what's more
important, lover or family?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you really think I would have ended the movie the way it ended?
Archive: WRFA, XMFFC, Mutual Admiration, others please ask.
Feedback: It's better than heroin.
Story notes: SCOTT POV. J/S (ew) then Scott/Rogue. None of the characters are ours. Not even Joanne, she's a real person.
This story was first written by Autumn, a dear friend of mine and the first three chapters are hers only. After that
she let me take over this little story and is also being a kick-ass beta-reader of it too. I hope I do her story
justice and everything that might be somewhat off when it comes to spelling, grammar and flow of the story is due
to me not listening to her.
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I often wonder when it is that Rogue took the place of Jean
in my life. Was it when she first arrived here? After we saved her
from Magneto? When Jean and I grew apart and Rogue helped me get
over her? I don't really know, but it probably has something to do
with Joanne. Thanks to her I have a beautiful brown haired woman in
my arms, and I finally feel complete. Perhaps I should begin at the
beginning though.......
"Scott, you can't seriously expect me to accept this can you?" Jean
asked me in an incredulous tone.
"Listen Jean, you're part of my life and so is Joanne. That's just
the way it is, and I know it's a lot to deal with, right now but-"
"But nothing Scott. How can you expect me to deal with a child you
had with another woman?" Jean finished.
"It was 10 years ago Jean. I just learned about it last week. Her
mother was killed in an airplane crash and I'm the only living
relative she has left." I finished off.
Instead of answering me Jean simply huffed and stormed out of the
room. I felt the on coming headache that always chases an argument
with Jean. I grabbed the bridge of my nose and sank down on the bed
in defeat. That was the first time I contemplated what a life
without Jean would be like.
I mean I go over the wretched thought whenever we go out on a
mission, but this was the first time I'd actually considered breaking
up with Jean. I'd always wanted to have kids, which she knows, and
now that I do have one and Jean isn't the mother, things are suddenly
different between us.
I really can understand her problems with it. I mean my
daughter Joanne, still seems surreal saying that is already nine
years old. Most likely she'll lash out at any woman she feels is
trying to take the place of her mother. I can understand Jean's fear
of rejections, even if she won't talk to me about it. What I can't
understand is Jean's total lack of support. I think after Joanne
arrives I'll find myself facing the age-old question of what's more
important, lover or family?