Dialysis
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"That's not your's sweetie," Jean said, smiling at Scott, who looked up guiltily from a leather-bound book, opened to a page filled with writing. She raised an eyebrow and the book closed, without help from Scott.
"Yeah…" he muttered, rolling off the bed and grabbing her hand, and dragging her toward the kitchen, "I just don't understand why you had a dairy if you're a psychic. What, do you write down memories or something, to get your powers under control?"
She pulled her hand away and walked past him, avoiding the question.
"What?" he asked still confused with the book he had found in her drawer. It had described a power beyond her control, something that she called 'the phoenix.'
"Oh, it's nothing," she said, still shrugging off his questioning.
"It's not nothing, Jean," he said, grasping her arm and spinning her around to face him, "What's going on? What happened, Jean?"
She glared his hand on her arm, still avoiding his eyes. He opened his mind to her, allowed her to see that all he wanted to do was to help her. All her wanted to do was to show her that he cared. And she couldn't do the same.
"I," she started, and then broke down into tears. "I'm remembering something else, there's something else that's in me, but it's not me. I don't know what it is, Scott, but it's there, and it's fighting to get out. I can't let it, that's all I know, and it's making me do things that I've never been able to do, and see these things and I hear–"
Scott looked at her, concerned. "What? What do you hear?"
She gazed up at him, her eyes full of tears. "Everything."
"You should go ton the Professor, he can help you, Jean. Is the diary–"
"No," she said suddenly. "I'm not going to him. he can't help me, Scott. I'm on my own now."
"No you're not," he said simply, "I'm with you. I'll always be with you."
Jean grinned at him, happy for once in the conversation.
"I know, darling. I'm with you, too."
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Before he dies & after they announce the cure. Obviously. Review?
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