Sorry I can put more, the continuation isn't yet corrected

Thanks to miss maïa for the corrections and the comments, she's working on the continuation ;)

Nobody noticed anything different: they returned at eleven o'clock, as usual when they were going out, and didn't linger before going to bed. Nothing abnormal.

" Good night, Jean," said Scott as he left her in the threshold of her bedroom.

"Good night Scott" she answered.

Once in her room, she smiled, bringing her fingers up to her lips. She was still very turned on by those kisses. She ceased her daydream and went to bed.

Jean fell asleep as dwelled again upon what had happened, about this passion, this sensation of lightness now that she had expressed her feelings. Her dream was initially inspired by it. Then the setting changed.

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In the other room, it was the same thing for Scott:

He found in the garden of a rather lavish house, playing with a Frisbee with a six-year-old young girl that he recognized as Annie, Jean's best friend, whose picture he had seen. Slowly he realized that he was into her dream. He (or Jean) threw back the Frisbee when a strong gust of wind averted it. He (or Jean) offered to go to seek it but Annie insisted, he saw her moving away and...

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Annie was moving away. Jean knew what was going to happen, but she couldn't prevent it. She was tossing and turning shakily in her bed when Scott entered her room.

"No…Annie, be careful..." was murmuring Jean

Scott approached the bed, sat onto the wrinkled sheets and grasped delicately the young telepath's hand.

"Jean, wake up, Jean"

The mutant awoke with a start. She recognized her room and noticed immediately Scott's presence.

"Oh it's you" she gasped out, relieved.

"I've suffered the same nightmare that you. You must have projected it into my mind."

Jean didn't reflect on it.

"I'm sorry... Thank for waking me up before I relived…her death…"

Tears ran silently through her face.

"Hey, don't cry" he said, wiping her face with his hand. "Well, try to fall asleep again. Tomorrow will be another long day"

"May you stay with me, please?"

Scott sighed. It wasn't the first time that one of them had awoken the other cause a nightmare and after they had spent the rest of the night sleeping together; but since they were the first in rising, they had never been caught.

"Ok, make room for me," he said before slipping under the sheets.

Jean cuddled up to him.

"I don't know what I would do without you. I don't even know if I would be still here." Jean whispered, remembering the day she had received that infamous letter. "You're always there for me when I need you, and even before."

Scott kissed her forehead. She felt that he was nervous. She didn't know how, but she felt it.

Jean, how shall I behave with you? Does what happened a few hours counted for you?

"Scott, of course that it counted for me," she answered before realizing, slapping a hand on her face. "Oh no, don't tell me that I've answered again to something you haven't said."

Scott's silence answered the question.

"I don't understand, it wasn't happening anymore…"

"Perhaps I've projected?" Scott ventured

"No, I can tell the difference... in fact, it wasn't as when I wasn't controlling my powers, it wasn't like an intrusion in my mind, it was different..."

She tried to calm down, thinking that it was a simple incident, and laid back beside Scott before gazing into his glass-covered eyes.

"Scott, I don't regret it at all what happened earlier. In fact, I should have admitted my feelings sooner."

"Me too" he said "Then, how will we call it? Dating'?" Scott asked, imitating the slang of his friends.

Jean smiled while caressed his face before answering:

" Something like that; but more serious, I guess "

They kissed again and the sensation of being drowned in their emotions was even stronger than before.

I didn't know that you felt something so intense for me said Scott

I told you, I'm in love with you answered Jean before breaking their kiss

"Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Tell me that we were speaking aloud"

Scott realized that it hadn't been the case. Jean rolled on her back.

"But what's happening?

"... It wasn't a projection" realized Scott, thinking about the dream.

"No, I only project when the anguish of a nightmare is too strong"

"Then I've suffered the same dream than you..."

"I don't see another explanation," said Jean before continuing enumerating. "So, we've got the same dream, then we communicate telepathically..."

"And there is another thing" carried on Scott "Since this evening, and especially now, I have the feeling of a presence inside my mind, of your presence. Not as you always were, not, but as if a piece of yours was into me."

"I feel the same thing. I've got this strange but pleasant feeling of having you inside my mind," Jean mused

She sat down in the bed by catching her head between her hands:

"My god, but what have I done?"

Scott sat behind her and massaged her backside

"Hey, why are you blaming yourself?"

"I'm the psychic. I already was about of killing everyone the day you found me."

" Yes, but since then you control perfectly your powers" Scott reassured her, sliding his arm around her shoulders. "Jean, this situation is new for us. Perhaps when two people love each other they have these feelings…"

"And they're able to really speak without emitting a sound?"

" Point taken …"

"And not little..." she muttered. "Scott, it's worrying me, I don't know if it's me who did something involuntarily, what and how. I think that we should go to speak to the Professor about it.""

"Now? But he must be sleeping!" Scott exclaimed. It was midnight.

Jean focused and made a fast, slight scan of the Institute.

"No, he's reading in his office" she answered "We have to speak to him about it Scott"

"I know. You're afraid." He stated levelly, matter-of-factly

" How d... you have felt it, haven't you?" she realized

Scott paused before replying softly:

"Yes"

"Let's go." Jean decided.

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Both hopped off the bed and left the room for walking to the other wing of the Institute... where they came across Logan. Since the arrival of the New Mutants he patrolled the halls every night since some of them had an art to pull stupid pranks. They had suddenly lowered the average age of the students and overall they required much more discipline.

"What are ya doin' up at this hour ya two?" he grumbled

"We're going to see the Professor. It's important"

"Chuck must be sleepin', Red"

"No, he isn't. I've verified it."

Wolverine squinted at them suspiciously

"Mm. And how is that yer going together?"

We've to find an excuse and quickly Scott

"Jean suffered a nightmare and I went to awake her. Since she's shaken still, I'd feel more tranquil accompanying her."

" Mm…"

Logan contemplated thoughtfully Jean. Indeed, her eyes were reddened cause the tears.

It won't work thought Jean, dreadful.

It'll do it. Lying had been even riskier

"Go ahead if it's so important" said Logan.

You see? sent Scott as they started to walk again. This whatever has considerable benefits

Scott, this is serious

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The Professor was engrossed in a fascinating book when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in" he said, resting his book onto his knees. "Scott? Jean? Is there something wrong?"

"Sorry to disturb you so late Professor, but something happened and we had to talk to you about it."

"I can see that. Jean, you seem very anxious," he stated before motioning for them to sit down

We must tell him everything

I know

Charles had the impression that they had discussed something with a glance. Then, the two young people told him what had happened from the exit of the theater to their return, even though it wasn't easy. Of course, they kept to themselves the details of their kisses, feeling these were sacred.

"This phenomenon is fascinating," remarked Charles. "This bond permits you to communicate and to sense the feelings and the emotions of each other. Am I right?"

"Yes, Professor," replied Jean. "What's happening? Am I the responsible for its creation?"

"Jean, Scott raised a valid point: you had never been in love with somebody loving you in return and having expressed it," uttered the Professor, scratching his chin with a hand..

He perused quietly his two oldest students. They were ensconced on the couch. Scott had an arm draped around Jean's waist. He realized how much they had grown in only one year.

"When a human being is really in love –because such a rapport could have been forged only if you really feel love towards each other– they often have the sensation of having thought the same idea at the same time, to know what the other feels," explained the Professor. "You two are mutants and Jean is a telepath, but I think that this phenomenon occurred naturally, when all those latent emotions met a vehicle to come out."

"Then it's not me who...?"

"No Jean, it's not you, it's a proof of the depth of the feelings you've developed for each other. Intense feelings, far from the flirts and the fancies of the teenagers of your age"

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