Home Is Where You Belong

Author's Note- Hey! Yes this is another X-men fic that isnt the sequal to Xavier's Rose but this runs along the same time as the sequal so...This is about Scott and a woman called Artemis. I've kinda lost my flow at the moment so i asked ParaCaerOuVoar to...well the character is based on her. Thanks for helping and i hope you enjoy it!

Song that inspired the story (effectively)= Home by Daughtry

Chapter Song= Run by Amy Macdonald (if anyone has anymore suggestions about a better song please tell me! lol)

Chapter One- Life Goes On

"Damn it!" Artemis shouted again as she hit the steering wheel harder than she thought possible, luckily the airbag hidden in the centre didn't blow up. That really would make her day. She let her sun kissed hands rest on the top of the fake leather wheel and sat back in the drivers seat of her battered off road jeep. Slowly she let her hands fall on to her lap.

She sighed again at her rotten luck, her first time back in America for ten years and the car that she had repaired and modified for the majority of that time had finally decided to give up. When they were only two miles away from the mansion too!

Artemis shook her head to clear it from the lack of sleep that clouded her senses and she cast a look out of the windscreen. It was getting dark. She couldn't help but wonder what the time was, she turned the radio on hoping to hear the voice of Vivian Markson; the radio presenter of NYS radio. Her hopes raised when the unit came on and the orange lights flared for a while before dying and finally extinguishing the last of her hopes.

"Great! Not only has ignition died but so has the battery!" Artemis laughed to herself before sobering up and she got out of the jeep tiredly.

She slammed the door like she always had done and then she walked around to the front and popped the bonnet. She pushed her long hair back behind her ears and began to search with her hands. After a few minutes she removed her hands and held them up to the dying light, they were covered in oil. The silver ring she always wore on her right hand was also covered in oil, she got a tissue from her back pocket and cleaned it to the best of her ability but some of the oil got into the groves and engravings of the two leaves that wrapped around her ring finger. When she was satisfied she couldn't get it any cleaner she wiped her dirty hands on the thighs of her worn and holey jeans and closed the bonnet, there was no way she was going to be able to fix it in the night even if she had replacement parts.

"Even if it was safe to glow" she whispered to herself remembering the threats and anger that had taken over the entire mutant issue.

Artemis stepped back and regarded the old thing, her insides started to physically hurt when she thought about leaving it out in the dark. It was her oldest friend effectively and as her emotions about her oldest friend dying began to surface she bit her tongue and reminded herself it was just a car before walking around to the back and removing the hessian covering. She grabbed her two of the five cases that were full of essentials and things she had collected from her travels. Seeing as she could only carry two, she picked the two with the most valuable objects and put them on the tarmac of the road. Next she looked around before pushing the jeep into a small dent in the woodland that covered either side of the road. When she was sure no idiots would crash into it during the night she returned back to the cases. One had wheels so she extended the handle and proceeded to wheel that one while the other had to be carried to the only place she had ever really called home…or the only place she had stayed long enough to call home.

"Hey! It's lights out guys!" Scott shouted to a few of the students still playing on the basketball court. He held the door open and stood aside so they could walk past him and into the mansion. It was about a month into term and he had moved back into his role of teacher even though he was still struggling about everything internally. The Professor sensed this and made sure his duties were only what he could handle.

Peter, Kitty, Dew and Bobby walked past him and went up to their rooms, they had all been hit rather hard by the events of the summer. Rogue had died and Rose had runaway, Scott could tell just by looking that Bobby was finding it hard to cope but his friends were there for him and he accepted their kindness gratefully. Sure none of them knew how hard it was but they were there. Scott realised that if he had maybe accepted his friends help last year than maybe his life wouldn't have been so grim. Because of this he had tried to talk to Rose before she ran but just like him she didn't want to know. Scott sighed and closed the door when he made sure that there were no kids still outside. He locked the door and proceeded up to his own room after checking all the classrooms on that floor to make sure everyone was in bed.

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When he reached his room, he was hit again by the grief that had followed Jean's death. Everywhere he looked reminded him of her, the bed they shared together; she had always slept on the left side, the large wardrobe that housed their clothes was now half empty and through the lack of use dust had gathered on the half she had used, the bedside table still had the ring mark from the glass of water she always used to have just before she went to bed. Scott felt it all become too much for him, the tears began to well up and fall freely from his eyes. He removed his ruby glasses and closed his eyes sitting on the corner of the bed. He wiped the tears away by himself and replaced his glasses. He wanted to move on but it was just hard to…he had to let go but how?

After two years since her initial death, many people had gotten over it but then he had heard her voice, the voice he had craved since she sacrificed herself…tears began to flow again but this time they were stopped by a thought, not hands or tissues.

"Life goes on…" Scott whispered and he turned the light out.