Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Crash and Burn
by Skye Dragon
Skye's rambling spot: Um . . . I was bored when I wrote this. I really wanted to get to the end, but I kinda have to write the middle don't I? Because I was bored, I wrote little notes throughout this part, you can ignore them, read them, laugh at how stupid they are, whatever. I don't care. I think I got OOC with Logan and Ororo but I don't care right now. Maybe some other time I'll correct it. Oh and reviews are always welcomed and treasured.
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The next morning was a Monday, which meant school. Jean was allowed to say out, but the rest of the X-men (minus Scott obviously) had to return to (IMHO)the horrible place. Mrs. Tucker left about noon, after having explained all the machines and their functions to both Ororo and Xavier, so if for some reason something DID happen, then they might be able to at least stall it until Mary could get there.(She wasn't too fond of the idea of staying at the mansion)
Jean was left alone, sitting in her room. She actually had eaten most of the breakfast Ororo had brought up. And she had gotten one of the painkillers down, as well. Her arm really didn't hurt all that much, so long as she didn't bump it into anything.
She was still pursuing the same train of thought as before. How would she live if Scott didn't? She really didn't know the answer, and really didn't care to find out. She felt numb inside. The nurse had tried to tell her it was an aftershock from the wreck, but Jean didn't believe that. She knew what it was. It was the realization that she, and the rest of the X-Men, were NOT immoral. Death was the great equalizer. One corpse was no better than another corpse. They were all dead. They would all rot, mutant or not. This depressing line of thought (Which the author really doesn't care to pursue) continued over and over again in her mind. And during all of this, Jean was unaware that someone else was listening to her.
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Scott rubbed at his eyes before looking back up at the newest person to visit him in La-la land. Wolverine. Orange spandex and all. He'd been standing there for at least a half hour now. And he hadn't said a single word.
With an angry growl Scott jumped up from his spot next to the fire and stalked over to Wolverine. He was shorter than the man, but Scott was irritated now. "Will you just say something already?!?" He demanded.
No reply.
Scott growled again. He usually wasn't one to lose his cool over just anything, but this truly was annoying. Was Logan ENJOYING just staring at Scott's abused and tormented body? Scott shook his head and went back to the fire. He secretly vowed to himself that he would NEVER do that if one of his friends were in the hospital.
"Really messed up this time."
"Do what?" Scott looked back at the man. Again no reply. Scott waited a bit and when Wolvie still failed to go on, Scott poked at the fire. A few sparks flew up.
"It wasn't my fault, ya know." Scott commented.
Wolverine started at the same time Scott did. "I don't why I'm here." Scott stopped his pointless attempt to kill the silence and waited. Logan sure was slow. "I . . . I don't know why I came back to this place." He tilted his head back, apparently looking at the sky. Scott decided that Logan must have lost his mind if he was telling Scott THIS. What was the point in it? (AN- good question. WHY is Logan telling Scott this?) Apparently Logan wasn't sure either.
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Logan stared at the ceiling tiles without really seeing them. What WAS he doing here? Why was he even talking to Scott? It wasn't like Scott could hear him. But then, Scott couldn't tell anyone how stupid Logan was being.
"I guess I just wanted to fight. A real fight. Not the stupid bar fights I got into before meeting Chuck. (AN- yes, that was a reference to the movie, if you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry) I never thought this would happen. Training kids to fight." memories of many experiences in the Danger Room ran through his mind He looked back down at Scott's shattered body. After another lengthy pause he went on. "You really are the leader. The other kids, they follow you because they believe in you. They trust you." Logan restrained himself from adding 'Which is more than can be said for me.'
He gave Scott one last look, before he turned and walked away. As he left the Medical ward, Logan wondered what had possessed him to come down here and do this. Finally he decided it was just 'all these emotions flying around the institute that were starting to get to him.'
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Xavier sat just outside Jean's door. He'd been coming to see how she was doing, as well as to see if he couldn't get her out of her room for a little while. He really hadn't meant to overhear her thoughts, it was something he tried very hard not to do, but she was thinking so loud! And with such passion! How could he NOT hear her?
He hadn't realized the feelings between his two students. Sure, he'd known Scott liked Jean. Who hadn't? And he had noticed some of the looks Jean had thrown Scott's way, but he had not realized that the two were this serious.
"Ahem."
Startled, Xavier looked up and was a bit taken back to find Logan standing in the hallway watching him. A strange expression rested on Logan's face.
"What are you doing, Chuck?"
"Um . . ." Professor X used the time it took to back his wheelchair away from Jean's door and face Logan to organize his thoughts. "I was checking up on Jean."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Don't ya think that'd be easier to do if you were INSIDE the room with her?"
"That's what I was doing." Xavier responded.
"Right." Logan turned and started to walk away.
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Ororo inhaled deeply. She was outside in one of the mansion's gardens, sitting on a bench. The sun was bright and the air had a fresh smell to it. Flowers all around her were blooming with the arrival of spring. Several little songbirds also announced the oncoming of warmer weather.
Ororo reveled in all of it. She was very much at home here in her element. It was so nice, so quiet, so tranquil. And she was loving every minute of it.
After a moment more, she got up and began to stroll back to the house. She'd been out here a while. Charles might need her. But then again, if he DID need her, she would 'hear' from him. Maybe Jean would like to go out. Cooped up here all day with no one her age must be boring.
Ororo made her way to Jean's room, and when she got there, she was slightly surprised to find the girl's door open. As she approached, Ororo could hear Xavier's voice coming from the room. Ororo paused and listened. She didn't hear much, but from what she did hear, Jean wasn't in a mood to go out. The way the poor girl talked, you'd think she'd lost the love of her life.
Ororo shook her head at that notion. Jean was just experiencing the aftershock the nurse had mentioned.
She moved on, not wanting to intrude upon the two people's discussion. After a while, she found herself heading to the Medical ward (AN-Isn't it amazing how all these people keep doing that?). Deciding she might as well check up on Scott, She continued her path.
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Scott was placing another stick on his fire when he heard foot steps coming toward him. He looked and found Storm. "Hey, how's the weather?" He asked causally, not bothering to get up.
Storm didn't answer him, of course, but stood silently.
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you're gonna be like Logan!" Scott cried.
"Hey, Scott." She said softly. "You're not getting much better are you?"
Scott heaved a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to play the silent game with him. "Not really. I don't seem to be getting anywhere. Hey, is Jean okay? Was she hurt by the crash?"
Storm stared at him, a motherly kind of look on her face. Tears pooled up in her eyes.
"No, don't cry, Storm. I'm okay, really I am."
Storm reached up a gloved hand to wipe the unfallen tears away. "I hope you get better soon, Scott. This place just doesn't seem the same without you." A pause. "And I hate to think what it would do to the rest of the team if you died." She closed her eyes. Trying hard to NOT imagine the funeral and just how gloomy it would be if he died.
Scott blinked into the real world and watched weakly through eyes that were only half-opened. Ororo said something else, something he couldn't make out, then left. Another blink and Scott was once again alone in his meadow.
"I know it would hurt the rest of the guys if I died," Scott thought out loud, "But they'd survive. I'm sure they'd find someone to take my place. Heck, the next guy may even be a lot better than me."
~And what if they don't?~
"Don't what?" Scott asked. He was starting to get use to the voice that often intruded upon his thoughts.
~Survive.~
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This was shorter I know, but next part's coming soon. Review please!
Crash and Burn
by Skye Dragon
Skye's rambling spot: Um . . . I was bored when I wrote this. I really wanted to get to the end, but I kinda have to write the middle don't I? Because I was bored, I wrote little notes throughout this part, you can ignore them, read them, laugh at how stupid they are, whatever. I don't care. I think I got OOC with Logan and Ororo but I don't care right now. Maybe some other time I'll correct it. Oh and reviews are always welcomed and treasured.
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The next morning was a Monday, which meant school. Jean was allowed to say out, but the rest of the X-men (minus Scott obviously) had to return to (IMHO)the horrible place. Mrs. Tucker left about noon, after having explained all the machines and their functions to both Ororo and Xavier, so if for some reason something DID happen, then they might be able to at least stall it until Mary could get there.(She wasn't too fond of the idea of staying at the mansion)
Jean was left alone, sitting in her room. She actually had eaten most of the breakfast Ororo had brought up. And she had gotten one of the painkillers down, as well. Her arm really didn't hurt all that much, so long as she didn't bump it into anything.
She was still pursuing the same train of thought as before. How would she live if Scott didn't? She really didn't know the answer, and really didn't care to find out. She felt numb inside. The nurse had tried to tell her it was an aftershock from the wreck, but Jean didn't believe that. She knew what it was. It was the realization that she, and the rest of the X-Men, were NOT immoral. Death was the great equalizer. One corpse was no better than another corpse. They were all dead. They would all rot, mutant or not. This depressing line of thought (Which the author really doesn't care to pursue) continued over and over again in her mind. And during all of this, Jean was unaware that someone else was listening to her.
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Scott rubbed at his eyes before looking back up at the newest person to visit him in La-la land. Wolverine. Orange spandex and all. He'd been standing there for at least a half hour now. And he hadn't said a single word.
With an angry growl Scott jumped up from his spot next to the fire and stalked over to Wolverine. He was shorter than the man, but Scott was irritated now. "Will you just say something already?!?" He demanded.
No reply.
Scott growled again. He usually wasn't one to lose his cool over just anything, but this truly was annoying. Was Logan ENJOYING just staring at Scott's abused and tormented body? Scott shook his head and went back to the fire. He secretly vowed to himself that he would NEVER do that if one of his friends were in the hospital.
"Really messed up this time."
"Do what?" Scott looked back at the man. Again no reply. Scott waited a bit and when Wolvie still failed to go on, Scott poked at the fire. A few sparks flew up.
"It wasn't my fault, ya know." Scott commented.
Wolverine started at the same time Scott did. "I don't why I'm here." Scott stopped his pointless attempt to kill the silence and waited. Logan sure was slow. "I . . . I don't know why I came back to this place." He tilted his head back, apparently looking at the sky. Scott decided that Logan must have lost his mind if he was telling Scott THIS. What was the point in it? (AN- good question. WHY is Logan telling Scott this?) Apparently Logan wasn't sure either.
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Logan stared at the ceiling tiles without really seeing them. What WAS he doing here? Why was he even talking to Scott? It wasn't like Scott could hear him. But then, Scott couldn't tell anyone how stupid Logan was being.
"I guess I just wanted to fight. A real fight. Not the stupid bar fights I got into before meeting Chuck. (AN- yes, that was a reference to the movie, if you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry) I never thought this would happen. Training kids to fight." memories of many experiences in the Danger Room ran through his mind He looked back down at Scott's shattered body. After another lengthy pause he went on. "You really are the leader. The other kids, they follow you because they believe in you. They trust you." Logan restrained himself from adding 'Which is more than can be said for me.'
He gave Scott one last look, before he turned and walked away. As he left the Medical ward, Logan wondered what had possessed him to come down here and do this. Finally he decided it was just 'all these emotions flying around the institute that were starting to get to him.'
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Xavier sat just outside Jean's door. He'd been coming to see how she was doing, as well as to see if he couldn't get her out of her room for a little while. He really hadn't meant to overhear her thoughts, it was something he tried very hard not to do, but she was thinking so loud! And with such passion! How could he NOT hear her?
He hadn't realized the feelings between his two students. Sure, he'd known Scott liked Jean. Who hadn't? And he had noticed some of the looks Jean had thrown Scott's way, but he had not realized that the two were this serious.
"Ahem."
Startled, Xavier looked up and was a bit taken back to find Logan standing in the hallway watching him. A strange expression rested on Logan's face.
"What are you doing, Chuck?"
"Um . . ." Professor X used the time it took to back his wheelchair away from Jean's door and face Logan to organize his thoughts. "I was checking up on Jean."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Don't ya think that'd be easier to do if you were INSIDE the room with her?"
"That's what I was doing." Xavier responded.
"Right." Logan turned and started to walk away.
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Ororo inhaled deeply. She was outside in one of the mansion's gardens, sitting on a bench. The sun was bright and the air had a fresh smell to it. Flowers all around her were blooming with the arrival of spring. Several little songbirds also announced the oncoming of warmer weather.
Ororo reveled in all of it. She was very much at home here in her element. It was so nice, so quiet, so tranquil. And she was loving every minute of it.
After a moment more, she got up and began to stroll back to the house. She'd been out here a while. Charles might need her. But then again, if he DID need her, she would 'hear' from him. Maybe Jean would like to go out. Cooped up here all day with no one her age must be boring.
Ororo made her way to Jean's room, and when she got there, she was slightly surprised to find the girl's door open. As she approached, Ororo could hear Xavier's voice coming from the room. Ororo paused and listened. She didn't hear much, but from what she did hear, Jean wasn't in a mood to go out. The way the poor girl talked, you'd think she'd lost the love of her life.
Ororo shook her head at that notion. Jean was just experiencing the aftershock the nurse had mentioned.
She moved on, not wanting to intrude upon the two people's discussion. After a while, she found herself heading to the Medical ward (AN-Isn't it amazing how all these people keep doing that?). Deciding she might as well check up on Scott, She continued her path.
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Scott was placing another stick on his fire when he heard foot steps coming toward him. He looked and found Storm. "Hey, how's the weather?" He asked causally, not bothering to get up.
Storm didn't answer him, of course, but stood silently.
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you're gonna be like Logan!" Scott cried.
"Hey, Scott." She said softly. "You're not getting much better are you?"
Scott heaved a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to play the silent game with him. "Not really. I don't seem to be getting anywhere. Hey, is Jean okay? Was she hurt by the crash?"
Storm stared at him, a motherly kind of look on her face. Tears pooled up in her eyes.
"No, don't cry, Storm. I'm okay, really I am."
Storm reached up a gloved hand to wipe the unfallen tears away. "I hope you get better soon, Scott. This place just doesn't seem the same without you." A pause. "And I hate to think what it would do to the rest of the team if you died." She closed her eyes. Trying hard to NOT imagine the funeral and just how gloomy it would be if he died.
Scott blinked into the real world and watched weakly through eyes that were only half-opened. Ororo said something else, something he couldn't make out, then left. Another blink and Scott was once again alone in his meadow.
"I know it would hurt the rest of the guys if I died," Scott thought out loud, "But they'd survive. I'm sure they'd find someone to take my place. Heck, the next guy may even be a lot better than me."
~And what if they don't?~
"Don't what?" Scott asked. He was starting to get use to the voice that often intruded upon his thoughts.
~Survive.~
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This was shorter I know, but next part's coming soon. Review please!
