Everything You Want
By: SleepyAngel
Back Of Your Mind
A red-haired woman rubbed her head, trying to ease the headache she could feel
rising in the back of it. She'd been trying to reach Logan for hours and so far she'd only
contacted him once, and that was a while ago. Even her "contact" was just her calling his
name. She'd felt it echo through his brain, and then it was gone.
Jean stood up from the couch and stretched. She couldn't spend all her time on
him. Life had to go on. Walking over to the mini-kitchen in her and Scott's apartment, she
tried to make herself believe she was hungry. In reality, she just felt sleepy, but she hadn't
eaten in a long time and Scott was starting to worry.
As if he had read her thoughts, her boyfriend walked in at that moment, calling
out, "Jean?" She stuck her head out of the kitchen and smiled at him. He smiled back,
obviously relieved that she was getting something to eat. Jean opened the fridge and tried
to find something interesting.
"How was your day, Scott?" she asked, her head still in the coldness. At least it
cooled her headache off. She would've let her head stay there longer if it didn't waste
electricity. Not that it mattered here, where she could easily find some kid who had an
electric charge. Still, she didn't want to use their powers for such a silly purpose. With no
food in hand, she closed the fridge.
Scott noticed and frowned. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked in reply to her
question. With all her strength, Jean resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was a more than
capable adult who knew how to take care of herself. She hated it when Scott treated her
like a child.
"I'm fine."
He obviously didn't believe her as he sighed and lectured her, "Not eating isn't
going to bring Logan back. You may as well forget about him getting in trouble. He'll be
back too soon, and, of course, he won't have a scratch." His tone was biting and Jean
winced, knowing that Scott and Logan were very close to enemies, both with hard heads
and stubborn attitudes. Scott also hated the fact that Jean seemed to be attracted to the
newcomer. She wished that she never had complained about Logan's forward behavior
because it only lead to more problems. Still, it was hard to resist the strange effect he had
on her. It was like she knew him, loved him, even if they'd never met until last winter.
Scott could sense this somehow, and he resented Logan for it.
"Listen to me, Scott. I know that you don't like Logan. I know that he is pretty
invincible. It's hard for him to die, but he's still human."
"As much as any of us is," Scott replied, and Jean had to agree. None of them
were truly human beings in some people's minds. Unfortunately, Jean had to hear alot of
these less than kind thoughts about mutants such as herself, Scott, Logan, or anyone at
Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Children.
"He had to leave and I can't help but worry," Jean muttered, to herself as much to
anyone. She knew Scott was glad for his absence, but she missed the rough man. Logan
tried to deny it, but being different really did bug him, and he had to find out why he was.
Jean understood this yearning to know why, the reason for his abrupt leaving after the
Professor had found a place where Logan's torture seemed to have started.
Understanding the natural, healing part of Logan was easy compared to the reason
some sick people had decided to change his skeletal structure to one of metal, putting him
through numerous, painful procedures. He had been left with no memories of a past life
and very frightening nightmares. Many times before, the Professor and Jean had tried to
probe past whatever barrier had been placed on his memory and every time they met with
green flashbacks; being pushed under liquid, metal inserted through the skin, those rich
people toasting themselves with wine, the pain that never stopped, even if it healed. Any
deeper than that was lost to them.
"I'm going to make dinner," Scott said and Jean was reminded of one of the
reasons why she loved this man. He let things drop if he sensed a big fight coming on. It
didn't change his mind, but at least it kept a reasonable peace in their shared apartment.
Jean nodded and went back to sit on the couch.
Even though she didn't mean to, she let Scott's thoughts enter into her own.
......I can't believe this. I thought she loved me......
......Steak, burgers, chili.........
.......What is Logan doing anyway? He wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for Jean. Of
all the girls, why mine? I wish he'd just leave. Maybe he won't come back....
.......Chili. My chili is her favorite........
........Even if he does come back, maybe Jean will have stopped loving him by then.
She does love him. Every time he's mentioned.....I can tell.......
........I wonder if I'll be able to teach about the car's engine next week. The kids are
so eager to learn...
....Logan isn't such a bad guy. If only Jean didn't like him.....I can see what Jean
does in him. He and I have a lot of the same traits. He's like me and if she loves me....
....Of course, last week they understood the gears, so it shouldn't be that
difficult....
Jean pulled her mind away, physically straining against listening to anymore. There
were downsides to being telepathic and the main was hearing things you didn't want to.
Like if it wasn't for her, Logan and Scott could be friends. Even Scott saw how much they
were alike. She buried her head into her hands, wishing she wasn't able to hear such
things, such private ones. She couldn't even remember what it was like to just have her
own thoughts in her head, and not to have to constantly keep her mind from wandering
into others.
When Scott finally did finish preparing the chili, which was her favorite, Jean
pretended to be asleep. He smiled, his eyes on her even if she couldn't see them, and he set
a bowl for her when she woke up. Stroking a strand of hair from her face, he left the
room. Jean could feel her mind leaving, going miles away, reaching inside some one's
head, searching for his answers.
By: SleepyAngel
Back Of Your Mind
A red-haired woman rubbed her head, trying to ease the headache she could feel
rising in the back of it. She'd been trying to reach Logan for hours and so far she'd only
contacted him once, and that was a while ago. Even her "contact" was just her calling his
name. She'd felt it echo through his brain, and then it was gone.
Jean stood up from the couch and stretched. She couldn't spend all her time on
him. Life had to go on. Walking over to the mini-kitchen in her and Scott's apartment, she
tried to make herself believe she was hungry. In reality, she just felt sleepy, but she hadn't
eaten in a long time and Scott was starting to worry.
As if he had read her thoughts, her boyfriend walked in at that moment, calling
out, "Jean?" She stuck her head out of the kitchen and smiled at him. He smiled back,
obviously relieved that she was getting something to eat. Jean opened the fridge and tried
to find something interesting.
"How was your day, Scott?" she asked, her head still in the coldness. At least it
cooled her headache off. She would've let her head stay there longer if it didn't waste
electricity. Not that it mattered here, where she could easily find some kid who had an
electric charge. Still, she didn't want to use their powers for such a silly purpose. With no
food in hand, she closed the fridge.
Scott noticed and frowned. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked in reply to her
question. With all her strength, Jean resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was a more than
capable adult who knew how to take care of herself. She hated it when Scott treated her
like a child.
"I'm fine."
He obviously didn't believe her as he sighed and lectured her, "Not eating isn't
going to bring Logan back. You may as well forget about him getting in trouble. He'll be
back too soon, and, of course, he won't have a scratch." His tone was biting and Jean
winced, knowing that Scott and Logan were very close to enemies, both with hard heads
and stubborn attitudes. Scott also hated the fact that Jean seemed to be attracted to the
newcomer. She wished that she never had complained about Logan's forward behavior
because it only lead to more problems. Still, it was hard to resist the strange effect he had
on her. It was like she knew him, loved him, even if they'd never met until last winter.
Scott could sense this somehow, and he resented Logan for it.
"Listen to me, Scott. I know that you don't like Logan. I know that he is pretty
invincible. It's hard for him to die, but he's still human."
"As much as any of us is," Scott replied, and Jean had to agree. None of them
were truly human beings in some people's minds. Unfortunately, Jean had to hear alot of
these less than kind thoughts about mutants such as herself, Scott, Logan, or anyone at
Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Children.
"He had to leave and I can't help but worry," Jean muttered, to herself as much to
anyone. She knew Scott was glad for his absence, but she missed the rough man. Logan
tried to deny it, but being different really did bug him, and he had to find out why he was.
Jean understood this yearning to know why, the reason for his abrupt leaving after the
Professor had found a place where Logan's torture seemed to have started.
Understanding the natural, healing part of Logan was easy compared to the reason
some sick people had decided to change his skeletal structure to one of metal, putting him
through numerous, painful procedures. He had been left with no memories of a past life
and very frightening nightmares. Many times before, the Professor and Jean had tried to
probe past whatever barrier had been placed on his memory and every time they met with
green flashbacks; being pushed under liquid, metal inserted through the skin, those rich
people toasting themselves with wine, the pain that never stopped, even if it healed. Any
deeper than that was lost to them.
"I'm going to make dinner," Scott said and Jean was reminded of one of the
reasons why she loved this man. He let things drop if he sensed a big fight coming on. It
didn't change his mind, but at least it kept a reasonable peace in their shared apartment.
Jean nodded and went back to sit on the couch.
Even though she didn't mean to, she let Scott's thoughts enter into her own.
......I can't believe this. I thought she loved me......
......Steak, burgers, chili.........
.......What is Logan doing anyway? He wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for Jean. Of
all the girls, why mine? I wish he'd just leave. Maybe he won't come back....
.......Chili. My chili is her favorite........
........Even if he does come back, maybe Jean will have stopped loving him by then.
She does love him. Every time he's mentioned.....I can tell.......
........I wonder if I'll be able to teach about the car's engine next week. The kids are
so eager to learn...
....Logan isn't such a bad guy. If only Jean didn't like him.....I can see what Jean
does in him. He and I have a lot of the same traits. He's like me and if she loves me....
....Of course, last week they understood the gears, so it shouldn't be that
difficult....
Jean pulled her mind away, physically straining against listening to anymore. There
were downsides to being telepathic and the main was hearing things you didn't want to.
Like if it wasn't for her, Logan and Scott could be friends. Even Scott saw how much they
were alike. She buried her head into her hands, wishing she wasn't able to hear such
things, such private ones. She couldn't even remember what it was like to just have her
own thoughts in her head, and not to have to constantly keep her mind from wandering
into others.
When Scott finally did finish preparing the chili, which was her favorite, Jean
pretended to be asleep. He smiled, his eyes on her even if she couldn't see them, and he set
a bowl for her when she woke up. Stroking a strand of hair from her face, he left the
room. Jean could feel her mind leaving, going miles away, reaching inside some one's
head, searching for his answers.