ScottxJean and slight ScottxEmma Frost

Pretty OOC for Scott.

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Scott Summers decided not to come out of his room today, not like he ever did. Today the new teacher would be coming; he knew she wasn't just the new teacher, she was Jean's replacement. She will take her place not only as a teacher but on the team. Scott thought it was only a matter of time until everyone forgot about the late Jean Grey, his fiancée. So Scott lied on his bed holding a brown teddy bear, which Jean gave to him when they first met, like he did every day.

'Scott," The familiar voice invades his thoughts.

'Yes professor?' He sighs, he knew what was coming next.

'The new teacher will be arriving soon, will you be joining us in greeting her?' No response, 'Scott, I think it's important you do.'

"Why?" Scott yells out loud, as if there was someone in the room, "Why should I?"

'Because it's time to move on, my son,' Silence, 'because Jean would want you to move on.'

Would Jean want him to move on? Scott never thought about that before. He was so caught up in his loss he never thought about what Jean would want. She would want him to be happy, right?

'Think about it Scott.' The professor broke the psychic connection. Scott did think about it, deeply. It brought up a conversation he and Jean had.

Flashback

Jean and Scott both lied in bed. Jean was trying to sleep while Scott was wide awake. He reached over to the light switch and turned it on.

"Scott!" Jean groaned, turning off the light with her powers.

"You know, being an X-Man is a dangerous job," He flips the light back on.

"You just now realized that," She mumbles. Lights off.

"I'm being serious," Lights on.

"And I seriously need some sleep!" Lights off. Lights on. "Scott Summers if you don't leave that light off right now and go to sleep I'm taking your glasses off!" Jean threatens.

"I've always wanted a sun roof in here," Scott grins. Jean couldn't help but to smile back at his dorky grin. "But for real Jean, we put our lives at stake every day."

"What, Mr. Team Leader is too scared and wants out?" He shakes his head, "Then what?"

"What if something happened to… one of us."

"Move on," She responds quickly.

"Wh-"

"Move on," She cuts him off, "Scott if anything happened to me I would want you to move on."

"I would want you to do the same," He agreed. Without another word Scott turns the lights off and they both fall asleep.

Scott laughs at that memory, it's the first time he's laughed in months, and he has no idea what was going on in his mind when he brought up that topic that late night. He's also not sure how that memory resurfaced, he suspects the professor might have dug around his mind and resurfaced it, who knows. Maybe it was even Jean's way of telling him to move on. Getting up from his bed, Scott went into the bathroom and got ready to meet the new teacher.

Scott came out of the bathroom a new man. Looking in the mirror made him feel a bit happier. It's the first time in a while he saw himself stare back, and not a stranger. He was so used to seeing a sad, aged man with tangled messy hair and a unshaved stubble stare back. He looked ten years older like that, maybe even twenty. Now his hair was neatly combed back and he shaved. He throws on a pair of jeans and a white shirt and heads downstairs.

"Whoa look at Mr. Summers, he's finally back to normal," He hears several students say.

"Scott," The professor seems shocked as Scott walks into his office.

"Hello professor, Ororo, Logan," He mumbles the last name. "Is Miss Frost here yet?"

The three look at the unusually happy Scott in shock, they too were used to seeing a miserable sloppy Scott.

"Did you have an epiphany or something Summers?" Logan asks, confused.

"I guess you could say so," Scott responds.

"I think what Logan is trying to say is that we are all glad to see you happy again," Ororo adds. Just then the doorbell rings. The three of them all go to the door, Scott opens it and his mouth drops.

Emma Frost was tall, beautiful, skinny and not to mention she wore a low cut shirt that revealed huge…
"Scott Summers I presume," She talks like some kind of queen. "My bags are in the limo, do you think those puny arms of yours can carry them in?" Scott wasn't used to be given orders, but for some reason he liked it. Smiling like an idiot, he nods and goes and gets her bags.

After about ten trips back in forth Scott brought the last load of bags to Emma's room.

"Thank you dear," She says from behind him, the next thing Scott knew she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

'Maybe I'll actually enjoy my dreadful stay with these X-Men.' Emma thought.

'Moving on is easier than I thought.' Scott thought.

AN: Please review no flames though.