Jeanette is on the verge of killing me. Right now she's in her house, sharpening her axe and getting a gun ready. Not to mention a torch. Er..going on with the story...
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"Jean? No.." Scott said under his breath. "No, not now, baby, please..you're doing so much better..you can't leave me now.."
"I'm sorry.." Jean whispered. Her chest rising and falling with breath wasn't near as frequent as it should have been.
"No..don't do this..fight on, I know you can!!" for the first time, Jean seemed too weak to respond to him. "Hank!!" he yelled as tears began to stream from his eyes. "Jean, speak to me..please..say something so I know that you'll be okay.."
"I'll always love you." was all that Jean had the strength to say.
"No.." Scott started. Jean was silent. They say that when you die, everything flashes before your eyes, and she was no exception. Everything began to replay in her mind, though some of the memories stuck out more than others. Her powers developing. How scared she was when her parents took her to Xavier's. Becoming one of the first X-Men. The first time she saw Scott. The time she almost lost him, thanks to Magneto. Her powers spinning out of control, and Scott saving her from that power. Breaking up with Duncan. Mystique kidnapping Scott. Her rescuing him. Their feelings for eachother finally being revealed. Their first kiss. Graduation. Fighting, and winning, against Apocalypse. That metal spear hitting her, and her body falling limp into Scott's arms. Him proposing to her. Him begging her not to leave. The memories should have stopped there, but for some reason, they didn't. She and Scott getting married. She being pregnant with their daughter. The couple with their daughter. It was impossible. Was she seeing what could have been? Or would she really survive this? Or was it just her imagination? She didn't have time to think.
"Scott!" she cried out one final time, and her eyes closed.
"No.." Scott said quietly as he stroked a hand across her face. Her skin had grown icy cold. "Jean, back..please come back.." he said as those silent tears turned into a sob. He lay his head on Jean's limp body. "Please.."
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Okay. That may be the end. Maybe not. Maybe there's still hope. But maybe not. There might be one more chapter. I'm evil. And now I must go, because Jeanette is about to kill
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"Jean? No.." Scott said under his breath. "No, not now, baby, please..you're doing so much better..you can't leave me now.."
"I'm sorry.." Jean whispered. Her chest rising and falling with breath wasn't near as frequent as it should have been.
"No..don't do this..fight on, I know you can!!" for the first time, Jean seemed too weak to respond to him. "Hank!!" he yelled as tears began to stream from his eyes. "Jean, speak to me..please..say something so I know that you'll be okay.."
"I'll always love you." was all that Jean had the strength to say.
"No.." Scott started. Jean was silent. They say that when you die, everything flashes before your eyes, and she was no exception. Everything began to replay in her mind, though some of the memories stuck out more than others. Her powers developing. How scared she was when her parents took her to Xavier's. Becoming one of the first X-Men. The first time she saw Scott. The time she almost lost him, thanks to Magneto. Her powers spinning out of control, and Scott saving her from that power. Breaking up with Duncan. Mystique kidnapping Scott. Her rescuing him. Their feelings for eachother finally being revealed. Their first kiss. Graduation. Fighting, and winning, against Apocalypse. That metal spear hitting her, and her body falling limp into Scott's arms. Him proposing to her. Him begging her not to leave. The memories should have stopped there, but for some reason, they didn't. She and Scott getting married. She being pregnant with their daughter. The couple with their daughter. It was impossible. Was she seeing what could have been? Or would she really survive this? Or was it just her imagination? She didn't have time to think.
"Scott!" she cried out one final time, and her eyes closed.
"No.." Scott said quietly as he stroked a hand across her face. Her skin had grown icy cold. "Jean, back..please come back.." he said as those silent tears turned into a sob. He lay his head on Jean's limp body. "Please.."
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Okay. That may be the end. Maybe not. Maybe there's still hope. But maybe not. There might be one more chapter. I'm evil. And now I must go, because Jeanette is about to kill