Of Jealousy and Love ch 26
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All throughout the night Scott had trouble sleeping. He tossed and turned, moaned and groaned and rolled about, thinking about the conversation he had with Emma in the kitchen.
He couldn't help but think that Emma was just bluffing, and she wouldn't dare pull such a low down dirty stunt, but then again, if she had the will power to brainwash him ten years ago, what would stop her from doing this now? She was Emma Frost after all. She was like a telepath female version of Magneto, except instead of fighting low down and dirty for mutant rights, she just fought for the things she wanted in life.
Oh God Scott swore that this weekend alone would kill him over in a heart attack. He thought he was a worrywart by the events taking place before but this really was a new level of worriment.
He just didn't know what to do.
Trying to call Emma's bluff was too big of a risk. If she turned out not to be faking, it'd screw him over and if she was, he'd probably expose himself while trying to prove her guilty.
Letting the situation go was also too big of a risk— possibly an even bigger risk— because if Emma opened up her big mouth, it was all over. His and Rogue's relationship would be over, Xavier's reputation would be over, his own reputation would be over and he could count on just about any sort of happiness he had left in him being over as well.
Though there were a lot of loo-polls to he and Rogue's relationship, such as Rogue being 18 and being fully capable of making her own decisions as to who to date, and her being a former student of his, and not really breaking any rules, Scott just wasn't sure that the other parents, or her parents for that matter were going to see it that way.
Parents of mutant children were often close-minded. They read line for line, see black and white and think inside the box. It was the reasoning behind sending their children to a mutant school in the first place; they couldn't accept differences. And it was the same with Rogue and Scott's relationship. Others would call it weird, but they would call it different. And with others, differences are always hard to accept.
Scott sighed, rolling over again as his alarm suddenly exploded with energy in the silent room, beeping away to alert the appointed time.
Cyclops sighed again. "Seven o'clock already?" he thought to himself, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh man I definitely had no sleep what so ever."
"Nooooo, shut it up" came a sleepy moan from off the floor.
He turned over to find his brother Alex, lying on the air mattress next to Adam pulling a pillow over his head and mumbling incoherently into it. "Five more minutes Scott" he said.
Just as Scott was about to hit the snooze button however, an abrupt optic blast beat him too it, and shot the noisemaking alarm clock, blowing it to pieces.
Scott whipped around to find Adam's once extended arm, reaching back toward the air mattress by his side. "I hate alarm clocks" he grumbled.
Scott sighed for the thousandth time that morning, throwing over the covers to get out of bed and prepare for the morning, but he stopped short when he felt a hand grace him arm.
"Huh?" he silently asked himself, pausing and turning around to find his beloved Rogue, staring at him adoringly with her lovely morning smile, graced upon her face.
He smiled.
"No good morning for me?" she asked, poking out her lip slightly and throwing him a pitiful look.
Scott smiled again. "Good morning babe" he said, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. He always found it amazing that whenever he was feeling bad, her smile cheered him up.
"Feeling any better?" he asked, sliding back onto the bed and slipping his arms around her.
Rogue shrugged. "Hmm, I guess so. If I don't think about it, then I'm fine."
Scott gave her another kiss. "You had me worried last night."
"I always have you worried Scott. It should just become second nature to you by now." She said and Scott gave her a pointed look, before tickling her on her side.
"Shut up" he said and Rogue laughed.
"You know breakfast is in an hour right?" he suddenly asked and she peered over him towards the clock to look at the time.
"Hmm" she released in a sigh, not really having a correct response. "I'm not really in the breakfast eating mood"
"Could it have anything to do with the fact that your parents are going to be there or are you just not hungry?"
"A little bit of both." She admitted, lacing her fingers in between her lover's.
"Rogue" Scott began. "You know you can't keep—"
"Scott please don't lecture me right now, I really can't take anymore. My head is pounding from whatever new power I've tapped into, I'm livid with my parents, I miss you so much and right now I just want to lye here with you and just…….talk." she confessed. "I don't want to worry about anything."
Scott sighed a hardy sigh. Should he tell her now? He could understand she was going though a lot at the moment and now more than anything she just needed time to herself but breakfast time would come sooner or later and Emma was going to be there. He'd hate for her to find out the hard way what she was up too.
He sighed one final time and planted a kiss on her for head before bravely approaching the delicate matter. "Babe, I don't think worrying about nothing is going to happen any time soon this weekend."
Rogue bunched up her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
Scott sighed again. This was proving to be harder than the time he told her about he and Emma.
"Scott?" she asked. "What's wrong"
"Ok well, my prayers go out to you God." Scott thought to himself. "Guide me through this moment."
"Babe, Emma knows"
"Emma knows?" Rogue asked, her eyebrows furrowing even closer together. "Emma knows about what?"
"She knows about us. She knows that me and you are together"
Rogue drew in a deep breath. Oh holy shit. Some how she figured the girl knew. She couldn't have interrogated her in the bathroom and have been hanging out with Jean all this time and not known that they were together but there was just this faint hope; she was strongly wishing that she didn't know anything and was just being a bitch. Turned out she was a bigger bitch than Rogue originally thought.
"Ok" Rogue said, letting her breath of air go. She didn't know how to react to that piece of information. So Emma knew about her and Scott. Didn't mean she was going to do anything about it. She could, and there would always be the possibility looming around that she might, but it was just a possibility; maybe it wouldn't happen. "Well I guess that's fine, I mean, maybe she won't tell anyone."
Scott sighed again. Always an optimist that girlfriend of his; never seeing the dark truth behind the curtain of hope. "I'm afraid not hun" he said, shaking his head with shame and disappointment. He couldn't help but feel at fault for part of Emma's knowledge of their relationship. Though he was sure she new of it, long before they had their conversation in the kitchen, if he only left when he had the opportunity, he wouldn't have to explain these hard times to Rogue.
"What do you mean your afraid not?" Rogue asked. "Did she say something to you?"
Scott sighed again. "Well……..yeah but……….." Now he let go a frustrated groan. Oh yeah; this was definitely harder than when he told her about Emma in the beginning. "Ok for the record, I'm not going to spill out a disclaimer like I did the last time because well…..I guess part of this was my fault."
"Part of what?"
"Well……last night Logan came in here to check on you and you were sleeping then we got to talking and he was telling me about the fight he and Jean were having."
"Him and Jean had a fight?" Rogue asked. She suddenly flashed back to the conversation she had with Logan in the rain last night and she felt a pang of guilt wash through her. She really hoped it wasn't because of anything she said.
"Yeah, he said they were fighting because he brought up some sort of allegiance Jean and Emma might have and Jean got mad that he was blaming her for something she wasn't doing."
"Oh" Rogue said. Suddenly she felt small. Small and guilty. Though she wasn't too fond of Logan right now, nor was she fond of Jean or Emma, she would hate to cause any sort of trouble in anyone's relationship.
"Well anyway, that isn't the bad part?"
"It isn't?"
"No, you see I don't know if you've noticed or not but when Logan pointed it out to me last night, Jean and Emma's relationship seemed a bit weird. Like it was unnatural and suspicious."
"Yeah, I noticed it." Rogue said. "I was the one who told him about it last night."
"Well, Logan told it to me, Adam and Alex and we got to thinking and we felt the same way so we decided to have a chat with Emma to see what was going on."
Rogue's eyes went wide. "Have a chat with Emma?" she asked. "You went to—"
"I know let me finish" Scott interrupted. "Because believe me, as bad at is sounds, I'm not at the bad part yet."
She inhaled then exhaled, and gave him a look that asked him to continue.
"Well anyway so we go find Emma in the kitchen and we're trying to get information out of her, and then she starts playing her little mind games with me and gets me angry because she playing all these childish games and being foolish and then well one thing leads to another and she well…….she sort of got me to confess about you being in my bed last night."
Rogue's eyes went wide again. "You what!" she shrieked.
"Babe, babe, I know, I know, I'm sorry"
"Scott how could you?" she asked, flabbergasted her boyfriend would do such a thing. Oh jeez, and she thought she had it bad yesterday; today was going to be hell.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Scott watched as Adam got up off the air mattress and make his way to the bathroom, not being able to handle the noise in the morning. Alex however, was fast asleep.
"I know babe and I'm sorry, I'll admit it was my fault. She just tricked me dammit. She pulled one of those, I'll blackmail you with XYZ and I asked her how she knew about it and then she caught me. I'm sorry babe, really I am."
Now it was Rogue's turn to sigh and she buried her for head in the palm of her hand. "Scott, do you realize what Emma can do now that she knows this? She's going to dangle it in front of our faces for the rest of this weekend. And she'll probably let my parent's know, just for shits and giggles." Rogue said frantically.
Now Scott cringed. "Uh…. Honey, that was the bad part I'm afraid."
Rogue paused from digging her for head into her palm to look at him. "What was the bad part?" she asked, more afraid of the answer than the question.
"Ummmm…….she threatened to tell not only the parents in the school, but your folks as well."
Just as Scott had earlier, Rogue could have sworn she felt her heart flip flop into her stomach, and both organs summer salt into the floor. Her worst nightmare come true, blackmail by the worst person possible.
"Oh dear God" she moaned, feeling herself on the brink of tears once again. Her day just started and she was hoping for it to be a good one, but already it's been ruined. She didn't need to tap into any psychic abilities to know that today was going to be a disaster.
"Rogue baby, I'm sorry, I really, really am sorry" Scott apologized, gathering her up in his arms and rubbing her back in reassurance to soothe the tears before they came. He too could predict this day not going as well as it should and he could only imagine the negative effects it could have on their relationship.
"This weekend is the worst weekend of my entire life." Rogue sobbed, as the tears began rolling down her cheeks once more.
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"That's weird" the professor said, looking out the window of his office as droplets of rain began panging against the window. He turned to the TV in the corner of the room where the weather man was looking as stunned as ever, trying to explain the unusual phenomenon that was occurring on his screen. Clouds were moving in fast; record speed fast and they were pouring into the Westchester area, throwing off all calculations already predicted for today's weather and disrupting the broadcast segment.
"The weather called for sunny skies today" the professor said aloud, watching as more rain panged against the window. "I wonder what's going on."
"Storm?" he said, turning to the weather goddess who was in the other corner of the room, looking out at the rain as well.
"Is there something bothering you?" he asked. "Something you want to share?"
"The only thing bothering me is how the weather is changing so quickly when I'm the only one who has control over it; and I've been happier than a kid in a candy shop for the passed few days." She answered truthfully, stepping away from the full-length window and taking a seat next to Hank on the sofa. "I haven't been thinking any sad thoughts."
"hmmm, that's odd" Hank pointed out, exchanging looks between his girlfriend and the professor as well. "Maybe there's a new mutant about professor. Could she or he possibly have the ability to alt—"
"Oh no" the professor suddenly interrupted, closing his eyes the way he did whenever he was mentally locking in on one person in particular.
"What is it Charles?" Hank asked, wondering if his theory was correct. Was there a new student out there?
"It's Rogue" the professor said, gathering all the telepathic information he needed from the young girl before stopping his mental scan.
"Rogue?" Storm asked curiously. "What's going on with Rogue?"
"Rogue's causing the weather to change" he explained, opening his eyes and looking at his two colleagues. "It's part of her new ability she's tapped into; it's growing stronger as the minutes pass on."
"But why would she alter the weather?" Storm asked. "It was such a beautiful morning out and—she's upset isn't she?" Ororo asked, catching herself before she interrogated the professor any further.
"She's in her and Scott's room, and she's crying." The professor replied.
"About her parents?" Hank asked, knowing Mr. And Mrs. D'Acanto could be the reason behind just about anybody's tears.
"No, not this time" Charles answered solemnly. "This time I'm afraid Miss Frost is involved."
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"Ha, look at that, rainy clouds on a sunny day" Emma laughed, looking out the window with a smirk. "Game, set, match, and miss Frost takes another victory." She said to herself, laughing as she loosened her robe and sauntered to the bathroom, turning on the water to prepare for a bath.
Jean watched her go from the bed and shook her head in dismay.
She wished this never happened.
She didn't know where the Phoenix part of her left to at the moment but as of now, Jean Grey was feeling absolutely horrible. It was all her fault that Emma was here and it was all her fault that things had gotten out of control and now Emma had taken matters into her own hands; and unceremoniously at that.
Jean didn't know what was wrong with her. She had set out to destroy Rogue and Scott's relationship; that was her ultimate and number one goal. She was sneaky, she was vindictive, she was crude, she was mean, she was a bitch, she was evil, and she let the worse of her two alter egos take hold.
And now that what she ultimately wanted was about to come true, she couldn't help but feel guilty and pitiful.
Had she known about Rogue and her parents, she would have eased up a little. Has she known that her parents bickering, and arguing would have unlocked Rogue's inner power she would have never called Emma in the first place. Had she known that Rogue would spend countless hours shedding tears and feeling sorry for herself and struggle with the confusion and inner battle of worthlessness and self-doubt, she would have dropped all jealousy all together and sent the girl a damn fruit basket.
But she didn't, and it was too late, because now things were out of control and it was all her fault.
She moaned in agony as she flopped face forward into the bed.
She could see it now; all the disappointed and disgusted looks and possible termination from her position at Xavier's. It was all over now and she had no one to thank but herself.
"What are you groaning about red head, we're winning here." Emma pointed out, coming back into the room and addressing Jean while pinning up her long blonde tresses and waiting for the water to get warm.
"Emma please" Jean begged. "We have to stop this"
"Stop this? Are you kidding me? We've got them right where we want them."
"Emma—"
"Oh right I forgot, you're ditching me to salvage your relationship with Tarzan." She spat the words at her like poison.
"Emma I'm not ditching you" Jean reasoned. "You have to understand, Rogue and Scott have a lot on their plate right now, especially Rogue and I don't think it'll do them any good if you rat out their relationship to the parents."
"Why not? Don't you think it'll give this weekend the bold kick it needs to liven things up" she said with a wicked smile.
"Emma" Jean warned.
"Don't you Emma nothing Jean. You know a few days ago you were all gung-ho for this plan then all of a sudden you and monkey boy get in a fight yesterday and your backing out on me? You're so concerned for this girl and her damned parents as if you were her own mother"
"Emma, they kicked her out of the house and they fight and bicker and divorced without telling her. She's upset because she cares and she feels they don't return the feeling." Jean explained. "Wouldn't you feel the same if it was your parents?"
Emma paused from tying her hair up giving Jean and deadly glare. "My parents put me in a mental institution and tried to have me permanently sedated. As far as I'm concerned they're dead to me and I think all mutants should feel the same about their own parents as well" she said with a load of bitterness falling off her words.
"Emma please listen—"
"No you listen Jean" she warned, and her voiced boomed as she talked. "You're the one who called me and you're the one who came up with this harebrained idea and you're the one who promised me Scott"
"Look, I know but you have to understand I—"
"No!" her voice boomed again. "Don't blame me because now your feeling guilty and your spineless son of bitch boyfriend is threatening to leave you if this shit hits the fan."
"Emma—"
"Don't screw this up Jean." Emma warned dangerously. "Or I promise, they'll be hell for you to pay as well."
Jean sighed, sitting there for a moment and wondering just how serious Emma was but when she saw her face had no hints or cracks of joking what so ever, she knew the telepath should be taken seriously.
"Now, if you don't mind, I need to go and shower and prepare for breakfast" the blonde suddenly smiled, turning on her heels and heading back into the bathroom.
Jean sighed again, flopping back into the bed.
"Oh shit"
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The parents arrived from their hotels around 7:30 to 7:45 that morning and it was straight to the dining hall for breakfast, where Scott unfortunately had to be there to greet them with Ororo, Jean and Hank and show them to their seats.
He didn't have much time to go over any sort of plan or tactic with Rogue to avoid Emma so he was hoping out of sheer luck that this breakfast would go well.
"Good morning welcome back to Xavier's" he greeted, shaking the hands of the adults as they walked in and watching as they reunited with their children for the morning, and joyously sat down. "Good morning welcome to Xavier's." he scanned the area, looking for any sign of Rogue, but she failed to show yet. "Good morning welcome to—" The guest standing before him grinned proudly.
"What? No good morning kiss?"
Scott frowned at the woman in front of him, watching as she smiled sweetly and swayed back and forth giving him an innocent adoring look with those sparkling blue orbs of hers. It was too bad that he could see straight through it.
"What do you want Emma?"
"What do you mean, what do I want?" she asked, looping both her arms into his. "You know what I want is you."
"Stop it" he said, pulling away from her and out of his hold.
"Oh good morning Mr. Summers" the interruption of a parents voice, halted the continuation of Emma's games.
Both turned to find Mr. And Mrs. Drake, greeting him warmly with Bobby standing by their side.
"Good morning, Mr. Drake, Mrs. Drake." Scott said, shaking whatever anger he had towards Emma away and shaking both their hands. "How was your stay at the hotel?"
"Oh just wonderful" Mrs. Drake exclaimed, remembering the service she received. "We couldn't wait to get back though" she said. "Couldn't wait to see out baby boy again" she added while kissing Bobby on the cheek as his dad ruffled his hair.
"Guys" Iceman complained, obviously mortified.
"Maybe you and your fiancé there could have a son as great as ours one day" Mr. Drake said, wrapping a proud arm around his son's shoulder.
Just as he was about to respond with a generous comment, Scott caught onto Mr. Drake's reference to Emma as his girlfriend. "Oh no Mr. Drake Emma's not my—"
"Fiancé" Emma interrupted before Scott got the chance, latching onto his arm and smiling at the family of three. "Well at least not yet anyway. Poor Scott here is a bit shy to pop the question." She laughed and Mr. And Mrs. Drake joined in.
Too engrossed with the family to pull away, Scott smiled graciously while shooting mental death glares at Emma, and unnoticed by his parents, Bobby shot the couple an odd look.
"Well there's nothing to be scared of Summers" Mr. Drake said. "The love between you two is imminent and Bobby always mentions to me how he looks up to you for a role model in his relationships, so I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Oh but dad, when I said Mr. Summers was engaged, I meant to—"
"Most people do look to Scott for romantic advice" Emma cut off again. "It's kind of sweet actually. They call him the love doctor around here." Another laugh was shared between them.
"How long have you two been dating?" Mrs. Drake asked.
"Mrs. Drake, Emma and I are—"
"Three years into our relationship." Ms. Frost interluded again. "About to be four this coming Tuesday."
"Wow, congratulations."
"Yeah, better pop the question soon Summers. She's quite a catch, wouldn't want her to be persuaded by anyone else would ya?" Mr. Drake joked. Again they laughed and again Scott graciously smiled while Bobby just stared in utter confusion. What was going on here?
"No" he said through slightly clenched teeth. "Definitely wouldn't want that."
"Well it was nice chatting with you two but I think we'd better take our seats before someone else does" Mrs. Drake suddenly said, keeping an eye on their table and the parents looming around it, looking for their seats.
"Yeah we better, Bobby's stomach was rumbling so load in the hall I thought it was an earthquake" Mr. Drake said and they laughed again.
"Dad" Bobby groaned.
"We'll see you later, Mr. And Mrs. Drake" Scott said. "And I'll get back to you on those progress reports you were asking for yesterday." He said to them as they began to leave.
"Great and uh, good luck with your lady friend. Don't be shy, just go out on a whim and ask her" he called, turning around to finally approach his spot.
Smiling generously, all the way until they Drake family was situated and their attention was diverted from Scott and Emma, Scott waited until the coast was clear before pulling away from Emma and shooting her a dangerous look.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, glaring daggers at her.
Emma smirked. "Why what ever do you mean Scott, I'm playing the game" she said.
"Stop it Emma, I'm serious" he said.
"Stop what?" she asked, approaching him once more and pressing her slender body against his fit one. "Stop being your girlfriend?"
"You're not my girlfriend Emma"
"Well I'm going to have to be. If you don't want the rest of the parents to know who your real girlfriend is"
He sighed. Damn, she wasn't bluffing.
"C'mon Scott loosen up" she said, latching onto him again, this time slipping her arms around his waist. Scott was beginning to grow antsy. "You know you want me" she whispered seductively in his ear.
"Emma I—"
"Ow!" came the cry that interrupted him, as Emma stumbled back and off of him, after being shoved rather rudely.
"You know you really shouldn't play kissy-kissy games in the middle of the doorway, you could get hurt" Rogue warned, folding her arms across her chest and staring down at Emma, holding her own fort.
Emma scoffed, getting over the shock of the eighteen year old girl rudely shoving her, before crossing her own arms over her chest and giving her one of her own devious looks.
"You know, I don't know what you little demon children are taught nowadays but I think the word you were looking for was, I'm sorry." Emma shot back.
"No I think the word I was looking for was slut, but unfortunately the wind was knocked out of me after slamming into such a stout and hefty body so I didn't get a chance to say it."
Emma fumed while Rogue continued to hold her ground and smirk, displaying an expression that would make Logan proud.
"Little girl, I don't think I want to play with me" Emma warned dangerously. "You might get hurt"
"Would I?"
"Yes, you would. Especially if mommy and daddy have anything to say about it."
"Hmm. Mommy and Daddy?" Rogue thought sarcastically. "Oh you mean the ones who had custody over me, three months ago, and who now have no decision whatsoever about what I do? Yeah, I'm sure they could do lots of damage."
Eyes darting over to the door, Emma smirked as she watched Mr. And Mrs. D'Acanto wonder in, scanning the area for their daughter. "You sure about that?" she asked with a cock of her eyebrow.
Rogue looked back to see her parents enter then turned back to Emma, her expression never faltering. "I'm positive"
Emma snorted. "Huh, bring out your Kleenexes little girl, cause when I'm threw with you, you're gonna' need um'."
"Big Girls don't cry" Rogue corrected, watching as her parents approached from the corner of her eye. "They get even"
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