DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANYTHING in this story, nada, nought, squat, zippo, zilch, zero. Kapish? They all belong to their respectful owners who (I think) are Marvel Comics, but I'm not totally sure.
Authors Note: This is just some mindless fic I thought of while I was watching the X-Men: The Movie for like, the zillionth (is that even a word?) time. Please please please, read and review! Did I mention please?
Ohh I almost forgot! //=telepathic speak
--Jeans thoughts
+Scotts' thoughts
'Nough typed. On wit da fic.
Flawless?
+Why won't she leave me alone?+ thought a very sleepy Scott while Jean tugged on his arm and said,
"Come ON Scott!" her fiancée didn't move, "Scott you've got to get out of bed soon!"
"Mmm" that was the only reply she got as the normally-later-on-in-the-morning-oh-so-perfect-X-Men-leader pulled the covers over his head.
"Scott Summers you are gonna get up out of bed and get dressed right this instant!"
"G'way. Jus' a little longer."
"NO. Now. Besides, you've got a class in one hour." --Why is he like this EVERY morning?--
"Hmmm" Cyclops continued to ignore his wife-to-be and turned over onto his back.
//Scott you are going to your skinny little arse out of our bed right now!// she communicated telepathically.
"Alright, alright. Just another 5 minutes. Please?"
"No Summers, get up now or I WILL punish you severely." Jean Gray threatened,
"Hmm mm."
"That's it. You've had your warnings mister!" Jean leapt onto the bed and began tickling her boyfriend: showing NO mercy.
"Jean! Scott laughed as he sat up and returned the 'punishment' "Get off, I'm up!"
"Good now go get dressed!" she giggled.
"Yes mom." He murmured while he headed off to the bathroom,
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
//Liar.//
All she got was a grin. Her boyfriend wasn't as flawless as he seemed to be.