Note: It's been some time since my last chapter and I apologize to those who waited. Anyways, I've finally developed a strong plot—at least I hope so—and I am confident that it will grow into something else entirely. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the storyline. Even then, it's not enough…

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Scott sat at Jean's side while she lay on the examination table. Her vibrant, red hair surrounded her like a beautiful fire and Scott couldn't help but run his hand through it.

"Please wake up, Jean. You just got back. Don't leave again."

No response. Scott ran his hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He put her hand in his and looked at her ring finger. The wedding was still fresh in his mind; he would never forget it. The wedding had been small but extravagant. Everyone had attended. Even Logan had been there. Scott could still remember the anger and jealousy on Logan's face as they exchanged vows and Scott had slid the ring on her finger.

"Get away from her!" a voice growled. It was Logan. He walked forward until he stood over Scott, leering down at him.

"Didn't you hear me? Get away from her!"

Scott jumped to his feet.

"Screw you, Logan!"

Logan's mouth twitched at the sides.

"So the Boy Scout finally grew some, huh? Never thought I'd see the day.

Scott's face turned red and his hands rolled into fists.

"At least I have some. Whenever Jean leaves, all you do is drive off on that motorcycle.

Now it was Logan's turn to become red. "At least I still care about her. All you did was trade her in for that cheap sex toy." Logan smiled as Scott turned a darker shade of red.

"Don't bring Emma into this. It's not her fault."

"I can't believe you're actually defending that skank."

Scott grabbed Logan by his collar.

"I still care about Jean."

Logan looked down at Scott's hand and ignored it. "No you don't. Now that Emma's doing what she does best, you've completely forgot about Jean. I actually care about her."

Scott couldn't hold in his anger any longer. "All you care about is getting into her pants!"

Logan growled and his eyes became sadistic.

"You're going regret that, Summers."

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Rogue was stretched out on her bed, her leg wrapped in bandages. Her neck brace had been removed, though she still had some pain. She flipped casually through channels, not settling on a show.

"D'ya want t'break the T.V?"

Rogue put down the remote and smiled at Remy. He walked towards the bed and smiled back at her. Carefully sitting on the bed, he kissed her on the forehead. As he began to move away, Rogue pulled him forward and began to passionately kiss him. Remy managed to break the kiss.

"Cher, I don't wanna hurt you."

Rogue smiled and pulled him close again. "You're not going to hurt me," she whispered.

"Non. I am going t'hurt you."

"I'm not hurt badly," Rogue said, pouting.

Remy sighed. "Marie," he said. Remy never called her that. "Loot at your leg. D'ya see it? It's completely wrapped in bandages. And your neck is still injured."

"You're not going to hurt me," Rogue whispered again.

Remy sighed once again and ran a hand through his brown hair.

"What is it?" Rogue asked. Her voice was not pleasant, but angry.

"I don't think… dat this is going to work. Not right now."

Rogue turned off the T.V and stared coldly at Gambit. "What are you saying? That we're over? Remy, I'm finally able to control my power and now you're saying that our relationship is over?" Rogue wiped away her tears.

"Just for now. Once you get better, I'll be the first homme you see. Trust me, it's only gonna be a few weeks." Remy smiled but Rogue looked away.

"What if it doesn't take a few weeks? What if… I'm stuck like this." Her voice cracked and her body was racked with tears. Remy moved towards her but Rogue pushed him away.

"Remy, even if I do get better, do you think I'll be able to forget what you just said?"

"What? What did I say?"

"You just told me that our entire relationship is based on sex."

Remy was quiet. He didn't want to upset her even more. Although he knew that the relationship was not based on sex alone, there was no possible way that he could convince Rogue now. He got off the bed and moved towards the door. "Au revoir, ma chére," he whispered.

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Scott punched Logan in the stomach and Logan bent over. Scott was about to kick him in the head when Logan tackled Scott against the wall. He was about to eviscerate him with his claws when he heard the sound. At first it was faint, but it became stronger. It was a voice. It was Jean's voice.

"Scott. Logan."

Both men separated and Logan ran towards Jean. His injuries already began to heal while Scott was bruised all over.

"Jean," he whispered. She smiled and slowly got up. However, as soon as she saw Scott, Jean became worried.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

Jean became angry.

"Logan, what happened?"

He sighed. "We got into a fight.

Jean looked away from him. She got off the examination table and began to walk away.

"Jean, you haven't even fully recovered."

She ignored him and walked out of the room. Logan turned around and looked at Scott. He was slumped against the wall but still conscious. Logan walked towards him and lifted him up by the collar.

"I already lost her once, Summers. Don't make me lose her again."

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Emma walked into her room and put her phone down. She closed the door and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand. She dug deep into the undergarments before she found the other phone. Scott would never look in here; it wasn't his department. Emma quickly dialed the number and impatiently waited for the ringing to stop. Finally, it stopped.

"There's been a slight change of plans," she said. "Jean has regained her powers."