TITLE: What REALLY Happened To Scott Summers

AUTHOR: Deranged Lil' Hobbit

RATING: PG-13

FANDOM: X3, movie

SUMMARY: If Jean was really in love with Scott while she was lusting after Logan, wouldn't that be reflected in her actions as Phoenix? Why kill Scott and go after Logan when she could have both? Best not to make mistakes you'll later regret. Partly based on the Phoenix's extreme... er, passion.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned this stuff, I wouldn't have to write this because Scott wouldn't have died in the movie. 'Tis all in fun and for laughs. I make no moneys nor anything else. I make only teh words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Mainly based on a discussion on DeviantART, and my incessant hang-up on the movies killing off Cyclops. Said discussion concluded with the fact that if there were ever to be an X4, they'd need Scott alive again. And what better way than to explain that he never died in the first place?

This would have been a script, had not banned them. Now I have more work to do.

You can find the discussion on DeviantART dot com, by searching for the picture "Babies Scott and Jean" by BabyWolverine, and reading the comments on that pic.


Scott Summers was lying in the same place he'd been in for the past two days. He'd hardly moved, only getting up when the necessity of emptying his bladder arose. Which was becoming less frequently, seeing as he'd barely drank anything in the last forty-eight hours. He hadn't done anything but lie in bed.

Theirs. His and Jean's bed.

For the first week or so after Alkali Lake, Scott had been in shock. As soon as they returned to the mansion, the first order of business was to clean up and repair the damage done in Stryker's raid. Bedposts had to be mended, doors replaced, glass swept up. And somehow, they had to get the scorch marks off the wall where John had encountered a few of the soldiers. Many students had to find different places to sleep until their own rooms were back in order, and Scott himself spent most of the following nights on a small mattress they'd dragged down and put on the floor in the professor's study.

Finally, when everything had been fixed and cleaned, he had gone upstairs and walked into the back hall where the X-Men's rooms were. In the past week, he hadn't even been back here to wheel professor Xavier to bed. He'd asked Storm to do it. Now, though, his own room was ready to be lived in again, and he had no choice but to return to reality. The hectic atmosphere of the clean-up had dissipated, and life slowed back to its normal speed.

As he turned the last corner and reached the door, a strong anxiety washed over him, and he could almost see the grief and depression lurking on the other side of the door, waiting to pounce him the moment he opened it.

He'd have to go in there sooner or later, to get his things out and move them to a new room, if nothing else.

The door swung open silently, hinges freshly oiled. Before, it used to make a horrible wailing creak, which he'd actually grown fond of hearing. Jean could always sense it when he entered the room; he always knew by the sound of the door when she arrived.

The first thing Scott's gaze fell upon was the bed. So many times, he would come back from a mission or a late drive into town, and when he did she would be sitting there, propped up on two or three pillows, smiling up at him with a medical journal in her lap.

Her absence now was incredibly obvious, so much more so than during the flight home. He really had been in shock, and the distraction when he got back gave him no time to mourn. With that distraction gone now, the thoughts and memories he was left to contend with were overwhelming.

Pride gave him the presence of mind to shoulder the door closed behind him before he collapsed into a sobbing heap on the hardwood floor.

How he'd eventually managed to drag himself over to the bed and climb in, he couldn't remember. But once he was in it, it was so hard to get up. He would lie facing the bureau with his eyes closed, and pretend Jean was behind him on the other side of the bed, waiting for him to turn over so she could kiss him 'good morning.' But no matter how detailed, how perfect his vision of her, she was gone. He knew that if he ever did turn over, all that would be there were the pillows he'd stuffed that side with. And that only made him cry harder.


WHEW! Very angsty for a first chapter, and the story could probably do without it, but it has been written, and I didn't want to throw it out. And anyway, it gives you a little more of the ScottAngst lighted upon in the movie.

But don't worry, there is no way I could write this without it being a humor piece. I promise you will be laughing soon!

And if my fic doesn't do the trick, I will send Toad to sneak up on you with laugh gas! XD