Introduction

Chapter Two: Epiphany


The sleek, silver Jaguar pulls into Giovanni's. The retaraunt looks packed tonight, but Scott Summers is no dummy. He made reservations for he and his lovely fiance. Greeting the Jaguar, as is tradition for valet parking, is a young man. A young man who looks as though he as just rolled out of bed. His hair is incredibly disheveled, his shirt untucked on one side, and he's not even wearing his jacket or cumberbun. Scott smiles at the boy and then turns his attention to Jean.

"Is this boy actually supposed to park the car?" he asks her in disbelief. "I mean...look at him."

Jean smiles at her lover and takes his hand. "Yes, Scott."

"But...just look at him. He doesn't look like he knows how to treat a car like..."

Jean interrupts with a slight laughter to her words. "Honey, let it go. I'm sure he knows what he is doing."

"But..."

"Scott..." Jean looks at him with those eyes as bright as stars and Scott puts the car in park. "That's the man I love."

Scott walks over to his fiance's door and opens it allowing her to step out into the light. The driver smiles quite largely at the beauty before his eye. Jean smiles back, in a movie star fashion.

Scott looks at the boy and reluctantly hands him the keys. "You better be careful with this car, son." Scott commands the boy.

"No prob, dude," the boy replies as he grabs the key and jumps in the Jag.

"Dude?" Scott questions himself as the boy very gentley rolls the car out of site.

Jean takes her fiance's hand and starts to walk him towards the door. "You know, Scott," she begins, "I do love you so, but you really are a tight ass."


Scott and Jean have no trouble getting into the resteraunt, or to their seats. After all, they did have reservations. But the coy smile on Jean's face gives Scott pause to wonder.

The magnificant table is topped with candles and flowers, located near the band and away from most other tables.

"Now, I know I didn't reserve seats like this." Scott mutters under his breath.

"Well," Jean acknowledges, "some things just need a woman's touch." A larger smile grows across her face. "And it helps if that woman can get into peoples minds."

Scott is a little disturbed by this. Sure, a psychic suggestion here and there is okay, but tonight, Jean has really been throwing them out left and right. It suddenly dawns on him that the boy outside was being peculiarly gentle with the Jaguar. Scott was a boy once. If he had been that boy, he would have laid rubber. Did Jean do that, too?

Scott and Jean sit at their wonderful table, as Scott asks for a wine list. jean smiles at this, considering it is a big step up for him. Scott has always been the type to drink water over wine.

"Are you trying to impress me?" Jean asks in her most kiddish way.

Scott smiles at her. "I did say we were going to cut loose tonight, didn't I?" he asks her.

"Indeed you did, my love," Jean replies. She reaches her hand across the table and takes his. She smiles at him the way only a woman in love can. As he returns a smile just as meaningful.


The hours seem to fly by the two of them, lost in each others company. It has been so long since the two of them have been able to sit alone together and admire one another. The love they share truly could move mountains. They are the happiest people in the world.

"Would you escuse me for a moment?" Scott asks. "I need to take care of something."

Jean looks puzzled at first and then smiles, realizing Scott is trying to put into more casual words that he needs to use the restroom. "Of course, my darling."

Scott stands and politely and quietly makes his way to the men's room.

Jean looks around at the people, smiling here and though to the wondering eyes of the men captivated by her beauty. She turns back to her table and sips her wine. "Well," She syas to herself, "at least I don't have to be a telepath to turn men's heads."

"Jean..."

Jean turns her head around and sees nothing. She looks for a moment, and then rationalizes it was her imagaination.

"Jean..."

She turns again and looks harder for anyone suspiscious, opening her mind to see if she may telepathically take in some sort of signals. Still nothing.

"Jean..."

She stands up and turns very swiftly. "Alright, dammit! I know I am not crazy."

"Come to me, Jean..."

Jean puts on her small coat and begins to follow the voices resonance. She walks out the door of the retaraunt and searches around for someone, the look of fear and anger both apparent in her eyes. No one stands there but the valet parking attendents and the doorman.

"Is something wrong, madam?" the doorman asks.

Jean stands there a moment, silent, and then turns to the doorman. "No," She answers. "No, I'm fine."

Jean turns around and walks back to her table, where she sees that Scott has not yet returned. She sits down and takes a large gulp of her wine.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the band director begins, "tonight is a very special night for one of our guests."

Jean turns to the band directory, as to the other guests at Giovanni's.

"We would all like to wish her a happy Birhtday."

Jean gasps and covers her mouth.

"Happy Birthday, Dr. Jean Grey!"

"Oh my god," Jean says to herself. "How could I have forgotten my birthday?"

Jean feels a tap on her shoulder. "May I have this dance, birthday-girl?" Scott asks her as he takes her hand.

Jean smiles with a tear in her eye, and stands next to Scott. She puts her arms around him, and kisses him on the cheek.

"Jean," Scott begins, "I love you, Jean Grey."

Jean smiles. "And I you, Scott Summers. With all my heat."

They kiss very deeply, very passionately. The awes and claps from the surrounding people are overwhelming, but fall on deaf ears, as Scott and Jean transcend time around them, so deep in love.


The open road has always been a passion to Scott Summers. At times, he questions his choice of giving Logan his motorcycle. He loved that motorcycle, the way he tuned it up to go as fast as it did. Scott Summers...he feels a need for speed.

Jean giggles and tries to cover her mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" Scott asks her.

"Need for speed?" she asks, follwed by more laughter.

"Ha ha, Jean" Scott says.

Jean looks out into the forest scenery around her as she and Scott head back towards the mansion. The trees are quite beautiful this time of year. The leaves are changing color, the fall breeze rustling through them. there is no time of year like the fall. Jean feels a sharp pain go through her mind, as she suddenly turns and grabs the dash board.

"Jean?" Scott asks concerned at the violent shake he sees run through his love. "Jean! What is it!?!"


Two miles away, Charles Xavier sips his tea. He and Ororo are discussing the next quarters Education Standards. He drops his glass to the floor and arches his back. "Scott...JEAN! NO!!!!"


Scott looks at his fiance, with concern in his eyes. "Jean, please...answer me."

"Scott!" Jean manages "Look out!!!"

Scott looks up at the road and sees a very large truck coming straight ahead at them.

"You better hold on, Jean..." the voice from the restaraunt says to Jean. "The road is about to get alot bumpier..."