It was almost nightfall when a motorcycle had stopped by. The place was well lit but it could not hide the gloomy aura.
A man stepped out of the motorcycle, flowers on her left hand and a swirling guilt and sorrow on his heart.
Brushing of the dried up leaves in the tombstone, we put down the flowers and sat beside it.
"Hey Jean, how are you? Sorry if I have not been visiting you frequently. Things are really busy right now with running the school. I am running it alongside Emma. Did you know I got dumped? Crazy right? But yes Emma slept with Namor during our relationship. Guess I deserve that for the what I did to you huh?" Scott wondered how he finished his sentence when he is practically choking with tears.
He sighed and looked up once more. Desperately trying to blink away the tears welling up his eyes.
"I missed you. Life with Emma had been a good diversion. She brought me back up when I was a broken man. Even made the best version of myself." Scott could not help but smile. His relationship with Emma may have started on a mistake but it had a good run. He owe it to the reformed White Queen what kind of a man he is today.
"But there is not a single day that I would not think of you. Sometimes I feel guilty because I know Emma can read it on my mind. Every kiss and every touch we share, I can't help but think of you and how would it feel if it is you who I am with right now."
The mighty leader of the X-men continued talking to the grave of his once wife. Pouring out his heart and soul to the woman he vowed to love and cherish until death. The very woman whose heart got destroyed by the revelation of his and Emma's affair.
After what seemed hours of talking to a cold stone, Scott stood up and dusted off his pants.
"You have been sleeping for far to long Jean. Please come back to us. Please come back to me." With a last glance, Scott got back to his motorcycle and left.
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"I knew I'd find my husband here in your mind Emma."
"You just can't help ruining everything can you?"
"Just you and me Emma. Turn around and look at me!"
"You're way out of line Jean. If you want to know what happened between Emma and me in HongKong read my mind."
"Jean! Hold on!"
"No Scott... no..."
"Jean, I'm so sorry about everything. I've never meant to hurt you."
"I haven't seen you so alive for a long time Scott... my best friend. I have to go now... Live Scott. All I ever did was die on you."
"Jean! Jean! No!"
"Ssssstttoooppppp!!!!"
Jean immediately sat up from her bed. Hands in between her ears trying to drown out all of her nightmares away.
Catching her breath, the once called most powerful mind in the world seemed powerless on the endless cycle of her flashbacks ever since she has been resurrected for 4 years ago.
"Jean, I'm so sorry about everything. I've never meant to hurt you." She recalled her husband said when she was dying in his arms.
She smiled sadly at herself, and looked around her small bedroom. It has been 6 years since she died.
"I have been ressurected for 4 years now Scott. But why does it still hurt me so much?" Tears can't stop flowing from her already welled up eyes.
The redhead cried for hours. It has been her routine since she got the nth shot in life. She will be woken up from her nightmares in wee hours. It would be a losing fight if she tried to go back to sleep so she just prepares herself for her daily shift on a local diner in New Mexico. Sometimes, her dreams got a little more vivid like this time that it would make her wail for a good couple of hours before she could literally drag herself to shower.
"Kwwaaakkk!!!"
"Kkwwarrrk!!!!"
"Kwwraaawwkk!!!"
A deafening shrill filled her tiny apartment; getting louder by the second. Jean stiffened. She recognizes that sound. It does not matter if she was 6 feet under the ground or here in her room head resting in her knees with her hands wiping away her sadness, she could identify that sound at any given time.
Cosmic level power surges throughout the room. Its tendrils searching every spot and every corner. Seeking for something or someone.
Jean scooted over to the corner of her room, in between the dresser and her bedroom wall. If she was scared asleep, Jean was more frightened now that she is awake.
The fiery hot tendrils disappeared as soon as it manifested. Jean exhaled the breath she did not know she was holding. But the relief was immediately replaced by fear upon her realization.
"The Phoenix has arrived!"
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"Do you think she will still be resurrected Cable? It has been6 long years. I missed her.l"
"I honestly don't know Rach. Part of me wants her to be alive but part of me wants her to stay wherever she is." Cable admitted halfheartedly.
The splitting image of Jean Grey's brows furrowed. "Why is that? Don't you want to be with our mom?"
"We both know she is technically not our mother, Rach." Cable reminded her.
Rachel just raised her eyebrows. As if reminding his brother that Jean is their mother in all sense of the word.
"Why?" Rachel said breaking a long pause of silence.
Cable just gave her a questioning look.
"Why don't you want her to be alive again?" She said rolling her eyes. Making it clear that the question is the most obvious thing to ask.
"How do you think would she feel if she went back and see Slym and the White Queen?"
"We both know they broken up years ago. I'm more shocked that they stayed longer to begin with. Relationships founded in deception are shaky at best."
"How would you know? You are not even in a relationship Rach." He teasingly nudged her.
"It is not rocket science Nathan. All you need is a pair of eyes and keen observation. Their relationship had a good run but it is doomed from the start." She said walking towards the kitchen's glass door. Purposely using her brothers name for emphasis.
"How so?"
"Scott was a broken man when he met Emma. She fixed her up. Of course he will feel some type of way. Let alone, Emma is not bad on the eyes either." Rachel looked back to his brother.
"But you see, after all the glits and glamour of this messiah saga between Sor Emma savior of mankind and Scott died down. He would realize the hole our mom had left. Emma had made Scott a better man. But she can never replace Mom in Scott's eyes."
"Well even she acknowledges that she will be second best to Jean when it comes to Slym." Cable agreed.
"Emma may have been the steering wheel to direct Scott to a better path. But mom is his engine. His reason for existing." She added.
"But I guess you are right Cable. It would broke her heart if she were to be resurrected today. I would too if I would see my husband and her mistress gallivanting to show their twisted version of love and affection." Cable did not miss the venom in Rachel's words. She might come to an understanding with the White Queen but he knew deep inside Rachel is still hurt from their father's infidelity.
"Gee Rach, I never knew you are such a poet. Why don't you write a poem about it?" Cable just got a mock punch in the shoulder for his remark.
The summer siblings had drifted off to a lighter topic. Little did they know that one of the persons they just talked about could hear them behind the kitchen door.
Scott stay rooted after her children's discussion between him and Jean. Every word sends dagger through his heart. In all honesty, they are right to wish their mother stay dead. He could not imagine how would he even look at Jean after all the things he and Emma had done.
"I imagine I did some things wrong but I don't know if I would have done them differently." Scott smiled bittertly at the memory. Back then, he thought that what he and Emma did no matter how wrong is bound to happen. It is a lot easier with me since she expects nothing from him. But in retorspect, he wished that he would have done things differently. Now he is not so sure if that moment of weakness is all worth it losing his wife.
Emma had been nothing but a support system to him. Pushing him to exceed his limits. But a support system will only be useful as long as their user needs support. As soon as Scott bounced back to his feet, that is when he realized that though his life with Emma is blissful, the void of Jean's demise is far greater.
He is still absorbed by his own thoughts when a deafening cry was heard.
"Kwwaaakkk!!!"
"Kkwwarrrk!!!!"
"Kwwraaawwkk!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!!!" Cable shrieked. The pain alone is enough to make him kneel.
"Stttoppp it!!!" Rachel bellowed in sync with the cries.
Scott rushed to the side of her kids once the calls stopped. Not wasting any time he helped cable to a seat to recover.
"Rachel. Nate. Are you alright?" He frantically asks.
"What was that sound? It is as if it is calling someone." Scott asked though he had a hunch what was it. The only question in his mind yet to be answered is who it is calling for.
Rachel looked up at his father. Her face full of fright. Bullets of sweats are forming in her forehead.
She reached for Scott's arms as a last resort to calm her down. "The Phoenix has returned! Tell others!"
Author's note:
And there you have it. Chapter 1 is done. Sorry in advanced for all the grammatical errors. And honestly, I am not even sure if someone will be reading this. I hope that someone will. This is my take on Jean and Scott's relationship. Hopefully you enjoyed it too. Comment below if you liked the story so far. I am open to criticisms just break it to me gently.
