Disclaimer: I dun own X Men Evolution (everyone faints in shock) I'm not making any money from this so don't sue me

A/N: this is my first Evo fic, and my first romance (I usually write insane comedy). I'm not an experienced fic writer yet (only ONE other fic out there) so don't expect much.

Summary: Just Scott thinking about Jean and Rogue

Choices (part two)

"Mr. Summers!" A loud voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. Looking up, I saw my math teacher scowling at me. Crap. Caught daydreaming in class again. She wasn't going to be happy. But might as well try to act innocent.

"Yes Mrs. Druker?" I said in my cheesiest, perfect teacher's pet voice. Not surprisingly she didn't fall for that. "I'd appreciate it if you'd concentrate on the task at hand instead of zoning out."

"Yes ma'am," I meekly replied. Ugh, I have to get my mind off of Jean and Rogue. Ok Scott, concentrate. I looked down at the worksheet in front of me and groaned. Differential equations. Fun.

Dumping my books in my room, I wandered out into the hall to see if any other X Men were home. A loud shriek followed by an annoyed grunt told me that Kurt was up to his old tricks with Kitty again. Rolling my eyes, I looked out the window to see Rogue sitting under a tree. Curious, I descended down the stairs, and walked outside. Careful to be as quiet as possible, I snuck up behind Rogue and peeked out from behind the tree.

In Rogue's hands was a sketchpad. Her slender fingers firmly gripped a pencil as it made soft strokes on the paper. Every now and then she'd reach up and brush a loose strand of white hair out of her eyes. Man that hair…I always wondered how she got that. Was she born with it, or did she dye it? Or maybe it was the result of a traumatic experience. When a person undergoes something that is very shocking or traumatic, their hair can lose pigmentation. I frowned. It wasn't hard to believe that Rogue had gone through one, if not many traumatic experiences in her lifetime. Maybe that's why she shut herself out from the rest of the world. I just hope she'll let me, or at least someone else get close to her. A life of solitude would be miserable.

I leaned over a little to see what Rogue was drawing. What I saw was a typical domestic scene. A father, holding a baby girl with brown hair, with her mother standing next to her and smiling. Looking closer, I saw that the girl's hair was partially white. Realization set in. Poor Rogue. This was probably wishful thinking on what her childhood could have been. I took a step forward and a twig cracked under my foot. Rogue jumped up, surprised. "Who's there?" she demanded. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and a reddish tone came to her face. "Uh Scott, ah uh, ah didn't know it was you. Ah'm sorry."

I smiled and gestured to her drawing. "That's very good."

The intensity of her blush increased. "Thank you," she stammered. Smiling again, I looked at my watch and realized I was ten minutes late for my study session with Jean. "Oh, I gotta run Rogue, see ya around." And I was off, running towards the mansion, turning around once to wave.

"And so Trotsky was Stalin's chief rival for succession after Lenin in the Russian Revolution." Holding my head in my hands, I struggled to cram all the information Jean was giving into my head. I had been zoning out in history a few days ago and didn't hear about the test on the Russian Revolution tomorrow. Fortunately, Jean agreed to help me study. And so I ended up here with at least five huge books spread out in front of me, trying to make sense of Bolsheviks and the Intelligentsia. "Now who ended up leading Russia into communism?" Jean's question turned up a blank in my head. Ugh, was it Trotsky, Stalin, or umm wasn't there some guy named Rasputin? "Scott?"

"Uhhh, Rasputin?" I guessed. Jean crossed her arms in front of her and let out an exasperated sigh. "Scott, we've been here for over an hour and have made hardly any progress. What's with you today, you seem like, preoccupied or something." Defending myself, I argued, "Hey I've been concentrating, but you sure haven't been doing a very good job of making all this easy to understand!" Oops, shouldn't have said that.

Jean suddenly got an extremely annoyed look on her face. "I'm not the one who was daydreaming in class and didn't even know about this test! I'm at least trying to help you, but if you don't want it, fine." With that as her closing statement, she leaned back in her chair, and crossed her arms again. Heh, she's cute when she's angry. But even so, I don't want her mad at me. "I'm sorry Jean, I've just got some…stuff that's been on my mind a lot lately." Jean raised an eyebrow. "Really? What kind of 'stuff'?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said smugly. Before she could respond, I turned my attention back to the task at hand. "C'mon Jean, we've got one more hour before dinner, help me with this Russian Revolution stuff before then." She relented and went back to explaining Lenin's succession. I tried to concentrate and was succeeding, until it finally got to be too much and I needed something to distract me. Looking up, I suddenly found myself staring at Jean. Concentrating, I blocked out the red tones, and started to see her true colors. Her hair stayed the same, but I suddenly started to see the pale tone of her skin, and the dazzling green of her eyes. Her clothes started to transform as well, and Jean was standing out from a world of red. I focused my attention on her lips. She never told me what color lip-gloss she wore. Of course I never asked, but that would just be…weird. I liked to think I could see the real color of her lips. A perfect light tone of red that accented her features. Beautiful, I thought. Suddenly Jean looked up, and self-consciously touched her face. "What?" she asked.

Snapping myself out of my reverie, I tried to act as nonchalant as possible. "Something wrong?"

"No, I just thought…" she started as she glanced at her reflection in my glasses, "you were staring at me." Frantically, I scanned my brain for an explanation as I felt a blush creeping up my face. "Oh umm, I was just er, those earrings! Yeah, I was looking at your new earrings…they're nice."

"Thanks…" she said, giving me a quizzical look. Before she could open her mouth and say any more, I quickly piped up, "So Stalin was the one who had an affair with the Czarina, right?"

Man. What a long day. It was just one thing after another today. I thought it was over when I left school, but that little incident during the study session with Jean proved me wrong. Lying down, I let my mind drift off into the issue of my oh so complicated love life and sighed. I thought this was simple. I was in love with Jean, and would be until the day I died. Puppy love? Maybe, but I wouldn't know. Then Rogue had to come and turn everything upside down. I was starting to divide my love between the two of them. Jean has always been the object of my affection. And Rogue just seems to need me…to reach out to her, and help her. It's like a tug of war. I'm in the middle, with Jean on one side, pulling me towards her and the life I've always known, and with Rogue on the other side, pulling me towards her and a new, unpredictable life. God! Why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn't I just know who I was meant to be with. She could fly into a dream, dressed in a long flowing white gown, and reach out, take my hand, and lead me off. But so far, that hasn't happened. Some days, I find myself dreaming about Rogue and me, sitting on a hill overlooking Bayville just watching the sunset and enjoying the quiet moment with each other. And other days I dreamt about Jean and well…I'll let that one hang. But there was no clear answer, no one stood out.

Turning onto my side, I thought about my chances with the two. I suspect that Rogue has a little crush on me, which is flattering, but I'm not sure if that's what's best for the both of us. And I really have no clue if Jean thinks of me as anything more than a friend. If I went with Rogue, I'd be playing it safe. I liked her, and she liked me. If I chose Jean, there'd still be that uncertainty as to whether I ever really had a chance with her. Turning again, I buried my head in my pillow and soon fell asleep.

Jean, Rogue, Rogue, Jean. I tossed and turned in my bed as hundreds of images flitted through my mind. Jean and I at a party…Rogue and I rehearsing…Jean flirting with Duncan…Rogue arguing with Kitty…Jean and I at a school dance…Rogue crying in my arms…Jean molding the Professor's face out of clay…Rogue drawing under the tree…Jean and I studying…ARGH! It was too much. The images zoomed by, and I could barely catch a glimpse of each one. Finally, it got to the point that I was about to scream in my sleep, when suddenly, she came through. The images faded away as I saw her face, smiling at me. She wasn't wearing a flowing white gown, or beckoning me to come with her. Rather, she was just smiling at me, almost like looking at a photograph. Every detail about her was clear, from the stray strands of hair, to her lips, slightly parted in a shy smile. Slowly opening my eyes, I awakened. I knew what to do. Rising out of bed, I opened my door and made my way out into the hallway.

I found myself standing in the hall, between two doors. On the left was Jean's room, on the right, Rogue's. I just stood there, not able to make a move towards either one. I took a deep breath, trying to dispel my anxiety and doubts. I was ready. This was my decision. I turned towards her door, and lightly knocked. "Come in," a voice called out. I opened the door and stepped partway inside. "Scott?" she asked, confused. "What are you-"

"Hey," I said softly as I closed the door behind me. "We need to talk."

ooh, look at that, a cliffhanger!!! Hehe. Wondering who Scott chose? Well then…you'll have to wait and see. Go ahead and write who you'd like it to be in the reviews, but it doesn't really matter, since I know who it is. And I guess y'all will have to wait to find out…