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Misty tendrils crept around the room, wrapping around her arms and legs, tugging at her until she could no longer resist the pressure, and she fell. It was as though the ledge had just slipped out from underneath her feet, she was falling, falling, falling."Get a grip!" She ordered herself, "You can handle this, levitate!" but though she willed with all her might, her powers would not come; she could not prevent the fall. Letting out a blood- curdling shriek, she closed her eyes, but the hard impact of her body against the ground never came, instead, she fell into two strong arms that immediately curled around her writhing body.
"Jean! Jean, wake-up!" a worried voice called through the mist, wrenching her eyes open.
Panting, Jean Grey looked around her room, her room.she wasn't falling, she was safe in her room. As the realization hit, Jean relaxed her tense body, leaning back into the strong arms that she hadn't noticed were around her. Terrified, she gazed up into Scott Summer's concerned face.
"Jean, are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine, it was just a nightmare, I. . . what are you doing here?"
Scott seemed taken aback by the question, "I heard you scream," he stated as though it were the most obvious answer imaginable, "I. . . I thought you might be in trouble." He shifted his gaze uneasily back to her, remembering the incident a few months ago when the girls had rebelled, sick of the boys thinking they needed to be rescued.
But Jean only sighed, shaking her head, "It was a dream, nothing more."
When he realized that this thought had not crossed her mind he rushed on. "I came running in here and you were levitating about 2 meters above your bed, you started falling and. . . I caught you. Jean, are you sure you're ok? Maybe we should tell the Professor. . . "
"Scott, I'm fine." She spoke defiantly, glancing at her clock she added, "I think I'm going to go shower, I needed to be up anyways." Stealing one more look at Scott's unconvinced face she whispered, "Thanks for being there, Scott, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't caught me." Then, slipping out of his arms, she swiftly kissed his cheek and headed towards her bathroom, leaving a bewildered Scott behind.
Once in her bathroom, Jean closed the door behind her, quickly turning her lock. She began to walk over to the shower when a haunting memory flickered in her mind; in the dream she didn't have any powers. Taking in a deep breath, Jean closed her sparkling green eyes, stretched out her hand, and focused all of her concentration on the shower, twisting the knob in her mind. The knob swiveled fast as jets of water came flying out of the shower's faucet. Finally relaxing, she murmured to herself, "It was just a dream, nothing but a dream. . . " Turning her attention to her reflection she grimaced. Her red hair was plastered to her forehead, her short blue nightgown clung tightly to her legs and its yellow collar was rimmed with sweat. 'I can't believe Scott had to see me like this.' She thought to herself. 'Oh, come on,' a voice inside her head replied, 'he's seen you look a lot worse than this.' Smiling at the idea, Jean pulled off her nightgown and as the first drops of water splashed onto her tired face she wondered if he was still sitting out on her bed, touching his cheek in amazement.
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Evan Daniels groped through the fridge, looking for the orange juice carton.
*POOF*
"Hey, grab me some milk while you're in there." A think German accent appeared out of nowhere.
Whirling around in surprise, three spikes shot out of Evan's arm, lodging themselves in the archway just above Scott's approaching head. "Jeez, Kurt! Give a guy some warning! Sorry, Scott." He added to a shaking Scott who just nodded, unable to speak.
"Sorry, I forgot you're not as used to me as the others." Kurt apologized as he tapped on his image-inducer, transforming from his fuzzy blue appearance to his human one.
The three boys settled into their seats at the kitchen table just as Kitty Pryde and Rogue entered the room, deep in their heated conversation.
"I still can't believe you're dating one of them Brotherhood jerks, I don't know what you see in him." Rogue's southern drawl rang out.
"Yeah, but Lance is like, so sweet! He totally saved my life.twice!"
"Yeah, both of which incidents were his fault."
"Not his, those other losers in the Brotherhood. Besides," Kitty shot Rogue a dark look, her pony-tail bouncing angrily, "You almost were one of them." She stalked out of the room as Rogue huffily fell into a chair.
The three guys exchanged wary glances, knowing all too well not to get involved in the girls' affairs.
"Evan, want a ride to school?" Kurt Wagner asked, still trying to make up for startling Evan earlier.
"Nah, takin' the old-fashioned way," Evan gestured towards the skateboard propped up against the window seat. "You have got to learn how to board!"
"Ah, no thanks, I think I'll stick to teleporting," he gave a quick wave before disappearing, leaving a lingering cloud of blue smoke.
"Later!" Evan yelled over his shoulder as he tore out of the kitchen, skateboard in hand.
Scott turned to Rogue and broke the silence that remained between the two, "Well, I guess that's my cue. . . need a ride?"
"Naw, Risty's picking me up."
"Right, later." He strolled out to the hallway where he collided with a disoriented Jean. She stumbled, dropping her books and collapsing in his arms. "We've got to quit meeting like this," he joked, breaking the tense silence.
"Sorry," she gasped, "I guess I wasn't paying any attention." But she made no move to stand on her own, and he made no sign that he wanted to let her go. Staring into his dark shades, Jean felt her heart flutter. His arms felt so perfect around her. She wondered why she'd never noticed it before.
"Jean," Scott's voice came out huskier and deeper than usual, "Jean, I-"
Pulling quickly out of his embrace, Jean spoke in a rush, "we should probably go, I don't want to be late." She knelt to the ground; picking up her scattered books and trying to hide the blush flaming in her cheeks.
"Yeah, you're right," Scott joined the act. He collected the rest of her books and, pulling her up, handed them to her. "Do you want a ride to school?"
"That'd be great," she answered breathlessly.
Placing his hands on her shoulders he steered her towards his car, mentally practicing what he could say to her on the drive to school. They'd just stepped into the car when an obnoxious horn blared from the driveway. Glancing up, Scott's grin faded from his face.
"Duncan," Jean stated dully as the horn blared again, "I should probably go, thanks for the offer, can I get a rain check on that?" she asked, rekindling Scott's dampened hopes.
"Yeah, sure. . . "
"Thanks," the horn rang out once more, "I'm COMING!" She stalked off, yelling indecipherable things to Duncan Matthews.
Scott sighed as he pulled out of the driveway, slowly fallowing Duncan's car. He had been so close to admitting his feelings to Jean, so close to seeing if she felt the same way. Maybe Duncan showing up was for the best, what if Jean hadn't felt the same way? Scott shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the confusion. Duncan didn't' deserve Jean, he didn't even notice that something was bothering his girlfriend, even though it was so obvious that Scott could have picked it up even if he hadn't walked in on Jean's nightmare. But what was bothering her? And why was she so unwilling to talk about it? Maybe he should tell the professor. . . 'No, Jean needs to work things out on her own. She doesn't need you making her decisions for her!' he thought, 'just let her go, if she really does feel the same as you, she'll admit it over time.' And with that thought lingering in his mind, Scott pulled into the school parking lot, ready to face another day of pep-rallies and anti-mutant torture.
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"Your friend is goin' out with Avalanche; why not go out with me?"
"Maybe she's with Lance 'cause he showers more than once a millennium, Toad- breath." Rogue continued staring out the window, paying no attention to the boy hopping beside her.
"C'mon Rogue, you know you want me." Toad shot his tongue out to catch a fly zooming above his head.
"As if." Not glancing away from the window, Rogue's hand shot out, grabbing Toad's tongue and pulled him off his chair with a sharp tug.
"Miss Rogue, Mr. Tolensky, is it possible that you two could concentrate on chemistry for more than 5 minutes?" Mr. Meridian rubbed his temples in frustration. He'd been at Bayville High for less than a month and he was already sick of it.
"Teach, that's what I've been trying to tell her! We've got total chemi-" Toad's words were cut off as Rogue kicked the chair out from under him, sending him toppling to the floor and sending the class into uproarious laughter.
Sight, Mr. Meridian waved his hands at the students, "Class dismissed."
Cheering at their early dismissal, the class left the room in a frenzied rush. Hoisting her bag up onto her shoulder, Rogue placed her right combat boot on Toad's chest, shoving him into the corner, and then stalking out of the room.
As Rogue approached her locker, her heart skipped a beat; there he was, leaning against his locker, faint lines creasing his brow like they always did when he was deep in thought. Rogue had unknowingly memorized his expressions: faint creases meant he was thinking, deep lines meant he was worried, lips slightly turned upwards meant he was amused but didn't want to reveal it, his eyebrows arched when he was surprised, his brow furrowed and his pale lips quivered when he was upset or angry, and then there was his smile, the brilliant a-white-teeth light-up-the-world smile that he rarely bestowed upon her. With his shaggy-brown hair hanging sexily over his shades and his relaxed stance Scott fulfilled every requirement of a God.
Slinger her backpack over her heavily covered shoulder; she strutted towards her locker, her black leather skirt crinkling against her evergreen tights. Carefully avoiding eye contact with Scott, she pressed a gloved hand against the cool metal of her locker and slowly began twisting the dial; -to the right 4, to the left, pass 15 twice.16, back to the right, 24- The locker gave a gentle click, swinging open to reveal a disarray of pictures, books, and loose assignments littering the metal container. Rummaging through the collection of textbooks, Rogue pulled out a tattered- looking Social Studies volume, bearing a picture of an overly confident George Washington crossing the Delaware.
When she glanced back over her shoulder, Scott was gone; she had missed her chance again. 'What did you think you were going to say anyways? "Scott, forget jean, I'm free." Yeah, right, like that's ever gonna happen.' Furious, Rogue slammed her locker shut, the clanging metal echoing down the hall as startled students turned to star at her irate face glowering back at them.
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Wind rushing at his face, Evan shifted his weight on his skateboard, circling around the graffiti-covered lamppost, and zooming on down the paved sidewalk. 'This is the way to live!' he thought as he skidded past an envious looking kid, struggling under the weight of his nylon book bag. Grinning crazily, Evan rode up the "disabled" ramp that headed into the library, jumping off just before he crashed into a frightened young girl in a wheelchair. Laughing maniacally he turned back towards the sidewalk when he saw her. The impact he felt was as though someone had punched him in the gut. Gaping like a dolt he surveyed the girl's radiant beauty. She had an exotic mane of flowing, silky black hair that swirled around her flawless Macedonian skin. Intense turquoise eyes flicked with gold shown out from her unmarred complexion. She was dressed in a sarong that matched her eyes, and a satin, button-up, Chinese styled t-shirt that contrasted beautifully against her tanned skin. And as he observed this amazing creature, Evan literally fell head over heels for her. Skateboard hitting a crack in the pavement, Evan was cruelly jerked back into reality by his flailing arms and the pressure of the sidewalk smacking across his side. Groaning, Evan lay still on the pavement, trying to get the world back into focus when a melodic voice rang out, "Are you ok?"
'It's her' was the first thought that occurred in Evan's disoriented mind. Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the pain, Evan blinked into the blinding sunlight. "Uh, yeah, fine."
A smooth, tanned hand wove around his dark brown one, heaving him to his feet. "I'm Arisnoë," she offered with a brilliant smile.
"Evan, Evan Daniels," he replied. 'Oh man! I sound like some cheesy movie rip-off!'
"I just moved here from Saudi Arabia," her voice was coated slightly with an accent that Evan couldn't place.
"Welcome to Bayville," Evan smiled at here, "I'm actually pretty new here myself, just moved from New York a few weeks ago."
"Do you go to Bayville High?"
"Yeah, are you starting there?"
"I believe so, at least, I think that is what my father said," her brow furrowed as she thought about it, then she once again turned her glowing smile on Evan. "I don't suppose you would be able to show me around tomorrow, would you?"
"Uh, sure, how 'bout we meet outside school half an hour early?"
"Sounds wonderful," glancing at the golden watch that dangled from her right wrist she gasped, "I'm late for tea with my mother! Thank you for your kindness, Evan." And with that she strolled off, leaving Evan to his thoughts.
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Misty tendrils crept around the room, wrapping around her arms and legs, tugging at her until she could no longer resist the pressure, and she fell. It was as though the ledge had just slipped out from underneath her feet, she was falling, falling, falling."Get a grip!" She ordered herself, "You can handle this, levitate!" but though she willed with all her might, her powers would not come; she could not prevent the fall. Letting out a blood- curdling shriek, she closed her eyes, but the hard impact of her body against the ground never came, instead, she fell into two strong arms that immediately curled around her writhing body.
"Jean! Jean, wake-up!" a worried voice called through the mist, wrenching her eyes open.
Panting, Jean Grey looked around her room, her room.she wasn't falling, she was safe in her room. As the realization hit, Jean relaxed her tense body, leaning back into the strong arms that she hadn't noticed were around her. Terrified, she gazed up into Scott Summer's concerned face.
"Jean, are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine, it was just a nightmare, I. . . what are you doing here?"
Scott seemed taken aback by the question, "I heard you scream," he stated as though it were the most obvious answer imaginable, "I. . . I thought you might be in trouble." He shifted his gaze uneasily back to her, remembering the incident a few months ago when the girls had rebelled, sick of the boys thinking they needed to be rescued.
But Jean only sighed, shaking her head, "It was a dream, nothing more."
When he realized that this thought had not crossed her mind he rushed on. "I came running in here and you were levitating about 2 meters above your bed, you started falling and. . . I caught you. Jean, are you sure you're ok? Maybe we should tell the Professor. . . "
"Scott, I'm fine." She spoke defiantly, glancing at her clock she added, "I think I'm going to go shower, I needed to be up anyways." Stealing one more look at Scott's unconvinced face she whispered, "Thanks for being there, Scott, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't caught me." Then, slipping out of his arms, she swiftly kissed his cheek and headed towards her bathroom, leaving a bewildered Scott behind.
Once in her bathroom, Jean closed the door behind her, quickly turning her lock. She began to walk over to the shower when a haunting memory flickered in her mind; in the dream she didn't have any powers. Taking in a deep breath, Jean closed her sparkling green eyes, stretched out her hand, and focused all of her concentration on the shower, twisting the knob in her mind. The knob swiveled fast as jets of water came flying out of the shower's faucet. Finally relaxing, she murmured to herself, "It was just a dream, nothing but a dream. . . " Turning her attention to her reflection she grimaced. Her red hair was plastered to her forehead, her short blue nightgown clung tightly to her legs and its yellow collar was rimmed with sweat. 'I can't believe Scott had to see me like this.' She thought to herself. 'Oh, come on,' a voice inside her head replied, 'he's seen you look a lot worse than this.' Smiling at the idea, Jean pulled off her nightgown and as the first drops of water splashed onto her tired face she wondered if he was still sitting out on her bed, touching his cheek in amazement.
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Evan Daniels groped through the fridge, looking for the orange juice carton.
*POOF*
"Hey, grab me some milk while you're in there." A think German accent appeared out of nowhere.
Whirling around in surprise, three spikes shot out of Evan's arm, lodging themselves in the archway just above Scott's approaching head. "Jeez, Kurt! Give a guy some warning! Sorry, Scott." He added to a shaking Scott who just nodded, unable to speak.
"Sorry, I forgot you're not as used to me as the others." Kurt apologized as he tapped on his image-inducer, transforming from his fuzzy blue appearance to his human one.
The three boys settled into their seats at the kitchen table just as Kitty Pryde and Rogue entered the room, deep in their heated conversation.
"I still can't believe you're dating one of them Brotherhood jerks, I don't know what you see in him." Rogue's southern drawl rang out.
"Yeah, but Lance is like, so sweet! He totally saved my life.twice!"
"Yeah, both of which incidents were his fault."
"Not his, those other losers in the Brotherhood. Besides," Kitty shot Rogue a dark look, her pony-tail bouncing angrily, "You almost were one of them." She stalked out of the room as Rogue huffily fell into a chair.
The three guys exchanged wary glances, knowing all too well not to get involved in the girls' affairs.
"Evan, want a ride to school?" Kurt Wagner asked, still trying to make up for startling Evan earlier.
"Nah, takin' the old-fashioned way," Evan gestured towards the skateboard propped up against the window seat. "You have got to learn how to board!"
"Ah, no thanks, I think I'll stick to teleporting," he gave a quick wave before disappearing, leaving a lingering cloud of blue smoke.
"Later!" Evan yelled over his shoulder as he tore out of the kitchen, skateboard in hand.
Scott turned to Rogue and broke the silence that remained between the two, "Well, I guess that's my cue. . . need a ride?"
"Naw, Risty's picking me up."
"Right, later." He strolled out to the hallway where he collided with a disoriented Jean. She stumbled, dropping her books and collapsing in his arms. "We've got to quit meeting like this," he joked, breaking the tense silence.
"Sorry," she gasped, "I guess I wasn't paying any attention." But she made no move to stand on her own, and he made no sign that he wanted to let her go. Staring into his dark shades, Jean felt her heart flutter. His arms felt so perfect around her. She wondered why she'd never noticed it before.
"Jean," Scott's voice came out huskier and deeper than usual, "Jean, I-"
Pulling quickly out of his embrace, Jean spoke in a rush, "we should probably go, I don't want to be late." She knelt to the ground; picking up her scattered books and trying to hide the blush flaming in her cheeks.
"Yeah, you're right," Scott joined the act. He collected the rest of her books and, pulling her up, handed them to her. "Do you want a ride to school?"
"That'd be great," she answered breathlessly.
Placing his hands on her shoulders he steered her towards his car, mentally practicing what he could say to her on the drive to school. They'd just stepped into the car when an obnoxious horn blared from the driveway. Glancing up, Scott's grin faded from his face.
"Duncan," Jean stated dully as the horn blared again, "I should probably go, thanks for the offer, can I get a rain check on that?" she asked, rekindling Scott's dampened hopes.
"Yeah, sure. . . "
"Thanks," the horn rang out once more, "I'm COMING!" She stalked off, yelling indecipherable things to Duncan Matthews.
Scott sighed as he pulled out of the driveway, slowly fallowing Duncan's car. He had been so close to admitting his feelings to Jean, so close to seeing if she felt the same way. Maybe Duncan showing up was for the best, what if Jean hadn't felt the same way? Scott shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the confusion. Duncan didn't' deserve Jean, he didn't even notice that something was bothering his girlfriend, even though it was so obvious that Scott could have picked it up even if he hadn't walked in on Jean's nightmare. But what was bothering her? And why was she so unwilling to talk about it? Maybe he should tell the professor. . . 'No, Jean needs to work things out on her own. She doesn't need you making her decisions for her!' he thought, 'just let her go, if she really does feel the same as you, she'll admit it over time.' And with that thought lingering in his mind, Scott pulled into the school parking lot, ready to face another day of pep-rallies and anti-mutant torture.
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"Your friend is goin' out with Avalanche; why not go out with me?"
"Maybe she's with Lance 'cause he showers more than once a millennium, Toad- breath." Rogue continued staring out the window, paying no attention to the boy hopping beside her.
"C'mon Rogue, you know you want me." Toad shot his tongue out to catch a fly zooming above his head.
"As if." Not glancing away from the window, Rogue's hand shot out, grabbing Toad's tongue and pulled him off his chair with a sharp tug.
"Miss Rogue, Mr. Tolensky, is it possible that you two could concentrate on chemistry for more than 5 minutes?" Mr. Meridian rubbed his temples in frustration. He'd been at Bayville High for less than a month and he was already sick of it.
"Teach, that's what I've been trying to tell her! We've got total chemi-" Toad's words were cut off as Rogue kicked the chair out from under him, sending him toppling to the floor and sending the class into uproarious laughter.
Sight, Mr. Meridian waved his hands at the students, "Class dismissed."
Cheering at their early dismissal, the class left the room in a frenzied rush. Hoisting her bag up onto her shoulder, Rogue placed her right combat boot on Toad's chest, shoving him into the corner, and then stalking out of the room.
As Rogue approached her locker, her heart skipped a beat; there he was, leaning against his locker, faint lines creasing his brow like they always did when he was deep in thought. Rogue had unknowingly memorized his expressions: faint creases meant he was thinking, deep lines meant he was worried, lips slightly turned upwards meant he was amused but didn't want to reveal it, his eyebrows arched when he was surprised, his brow furrowed and his pale lips quivered when he was upset or angry, and then there was his smile, the brilliant a-white-teeth light-up-the-world smile that he rarely bestowed upon her. With his shaggy-brown hair hanging sexily over his shades and his relaxed stance Scott fulfilled every requirement of a God.
Slinger her backpack over her heavily covered shoulder; she strutted towards her locker, her black leather skirt crinkling against her evergreen tights. Carefully avoiding eye contact with Scott, she pressed a gloved hand against the cool metal of her locker and slowly began twisting the dial; -to the right 4, to the left, pass 15 twice.16, back to the right, 24- The locker gave a gentle click, swinging open to reveal a disarray of pictures, books, and loose assignments littering the metal container. Rummaging through the collection of textbooks, Rogue pulled out a tattered- looking Social Studies volume, bearing a picture of an overly confident George Washington crossing the Delaware.
When she glanced back over her shoulder, Scott was gone; she had missed her chance again. 'What did you think you were going to say anyways? "Scott, forget jean, I'm free." Yeah, right, like that's ever gonna happen.' Furious, Rogue slammed her locker shut, the clanging metal echoing down the hall as startled students turned to star at her irate face glowering back at them.
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Wind rushing at his face, Evan shifted his weight on his skateboard, circling around the graffiti-covered lamppost, and zooming on down the paved sidewalk. 'This is the way to live!' he thought as he skidded past an envious looking kid, struggling under the weight of his nylon book bag. Grinning crazily, Evan rode up the "disabled" ramp that headed into the library, jumping off just before he crashed into a frightened young girl in a wheelchair. Laughing maniacally he turned back towards the sidewalk when he saw her. The impact he felt was as though someone had punched him in the gut. Gaping like a dolt he surveyed the girl's radiant beauty. She had an exotic mane of flowing, silky black hair that swirled around her flawless Macedonian skin. Intense turquoise eyes flicked with gold shown out from her unmarred complexion. She was dressed in a sarong that matched her eyes, and a satin, button-up, Chinese styled t-shirt that contrasted beautifully against her tanned skin. And as he observed this amazing creature, Evan literally fell head over heels for her. Skateboard hitting a crack in the pavement, Evan was cruelly jerked back into reality by his flailing arms and the pressure of the sidewalk smacking across his side. Groaning, Evan lay still on the pavement, trying to get the world back into focus when a melodic voice rang out, "Are you ok?"
'It's her' was the first thought that occurred in Evan's disoriented mind. Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the pain, Evan blinked into the blinding sunlight. "Uh, yeah, fine."
A smooth, tanned hand wove around his dark brown one, heaving him to his feet. "I'm Arisnoë," she offered with a brilliant smile.
"Evan, Evan Daniels," he replied. 'Oh man! I sound like some cheesy movie rip-off!'
"I just moved here from Saudi Arabia," her voice was coated slightly with an accent that Evan couldn't place.
"Welcome to Bayville," Evan smiled at here, "I'm actually pretty new here myself, just moved from New York a few weeks ago."
"Do you go to Bayville High?"
"Yeah, are you starting there?"
"I believe so, at least, I think that is what my father said," her brow furrowed as she thought about it, then she once again turned her glowing smile on Evan. "I don't suppose you would be able to show me around tomorrow, would you?"
"Uh, sure, how 'bout we meet outside school half an hour early?"
"Sounds wonderful," glancing at the golden watch that dangled from her right wrist she gasped, "I'm late for tea with my mother! Thank you for your kindness, Evan." And with that she strolled off, leaving Evan to his thoughts.
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