Project: Rapunzel
Chapter 10
By: WebSpinner
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Sorry I took so long to get this out. Midterms are stressing me out right now.
~Jean~
Warm sunlight streamed down the window as I opened my eyes. I sighed peacefully and stared out the window. Buds on the tree where just starting to sprout giving evidence to the coming spring. My bare feet hit the floor and I grabbed a robe. The enticing smell of coffee commanded me to it like a drug. Mrs. Grey was already up and stirring a bowl of batter.
"Good morning, did you have a good night of sleep?" she asked. I poured myself a steaming cup of coffee before answering.
"Good," I lied. I don't think I dreamed but I had woken up crying. I took my cup of coffee and fled maybe a little to quickly into another room. My heart still ached a lot of course, but that was natural. But why? What was Scott to me exactly? Was it just because he had attempted to save me the reason I grieved? Or was it more? Maybe love? But I had known him for such a short time, it seemed impossible. I rubbed my temple as my mind raced with questions. I looked around the living room. My eyes lingered over the old photographs that were framed over the walls and rested in mini frames on the tables. It was almost like every inch of the room was covered with pictures. The living room walls were covered with a cheery yellow. The furniture all shine with the glow of polish and the air held a scent of lemons. At one end of the rather small living room was a piano that looked like it had seen better days. I took a sip of coffee and ran my fingers over the ivory keys. I pulled out the bench and sat down. I rested my cup of coffee beside me and gently laid my fingers lightly on the keys. It seemed like an eternity since I had played last and I wondered if I still could.
~Tabby~
All right to begin with I am not really into mushy stuff. I mean it's cool for Kitty and everything but I prefer to just live without it unless we are talking about Blue. Now that is a different story. I swear if I hear another thing about Jean I am going to scream. I've never seen anyone so lovesick as Scott Summers. It's pitiful. Everyone has been so seriously lately and pretty much stepping on egg shells around Scott. I think they still blame me for destroying those computers that could've helped him. He's doing better at least. The professor has been tutoring at him and Scott doesn't go to school any longer. If I were him I'd skip. It'd be cool to have no school, I just go to pull pranks and annoy the teachers. Even the Brotherhood has been asking where are our serious leader was. Kitty refused to tell even to Lance. When Terran asked me I told her Scott finally found out about her sleeping with every guy in the school (including Toad) and moved to another school so he didn't have to deal with her anymore. I swear I have never seen anyone turn purple like she did. Evan, who had been standing beside me at the time, thought it was funny too. Toad had heard to and wrinkled up his nose. "Dude I ain't that desperate," he had said and pointed to Terran. Terran then sulked off and has been avoiding me ever since. I flipped the page in my rock magazine when the door opened to reveal Scott. "Crap, don't you know how to knock? Oh man, can't a girl get naked around here without guys barging into her room?" I demanded. Scott blushed.
"Now where is that bra?" I mumbled and moving things in my rather messy room. He turned a shade redder. You just had to love Scott. There really was such a thing as a gentleman nowadays.
"Wrong room," he managed. It wasn't the first time he accidentally had gone into one of our rooms.
"Chill Scott, I was just fooling with you. I'm completely dressed and have been since this morning," I told him. He looked relieved and walked down the hall leaving the door wide open. About half an hour later he walked past my door again, this time in the leather suit of the X-men.
"Where are you going?" I yelled at him.
"I'm going to find her as I set out to do. It's been a month! We've waited to long," he said with a frown. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok Romeo I'm coming," I said and surveyed my room and the mountains of clothes that were piled everywhere. Now where did I put my uniform?
~Mrs. Catherine Grey~
Music drifted through the house causing me to stop and smile. Charles also entered the kitchen and stopped to listen to Jean play the piano. It was classical, not the rock music that the generation now blares from every radio everywhere. Charles took my hand and we waltzed around the room to the music. My heart melted as it had done fifty years earlier when I first met him.
"Did I tell you Cat that you are just as beautiful now as the day I met you?" he asked.
"You're a bad liar Charles Patrick Grey," I scolded him laughing. His still bright blue eyes twinkled with merriment. He spun me gently and we stopped still holding on to each other. I couldn't imagine living without him. Throughout the years our own love had become greater.
"What are you making," he asked.
"Pancakes," I said and went back to my batter.
"Patrick called this morning," Charles mentioned. I nodded. "And?" "He and Amy are coming up for Easter this year," he said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "They didn't give us much warning. It's good though, both work too hard since…" I let my voice cut off. My son and daughter-in-law had immersed themselves in work since the death of their own daughter to cancer. It had been a terrible blow to the whole family when Joy had slipped away into eternity.
"It's all that city life, far to stressful," my husband told me simply. I nodded. "Did you tell them about Jean?" I asked. He nodded.
"Everything?" I asked.
"Everything."
~ Jean~
Life settled into a pleasant routine. The Greys enrolled me in the local high school that was about 200 people in total. It was nice to get back to classes again. Every Sunday we went to church where Rev. Grey taught to a congregation of about 100. Since there was only two churches in the small town you either went to the Baptist church where Rev. Grey preached, the catholic church down the road or didn't go to church at all. Every Wednesday Mrs. Grey would voice lesson in the daffodil colored living room. On Saturday Rev. Grey went fishing although so far he's never caught much. I still went by the name of Jean Peterson even though it made me nervous. The principal is a deacon in Rev. Grey's so when the Greys explained that the missing transcripts were burned in a fire that had ignited her previous high school, he believed them. The Greys felt bad for the white lie but there was no way around it. I must say it was good to be looked at by boys again and soccer. Soccer has always been my passion and I never realized I had missed it so much until I stepped out in a grassy field during the second day of gym class. It was good to be free at last.
I stared out at the rolling scenery as we drove from church.
"I do believe most of the young men were staring at you rather then paying attention to the service," Rev. Grey laughed. I grinned and blushed. It really was embarrassing in a way. I sort of expect it at school but not at church.
"Don't listen to him, honey. Charles did the exact same thing when he first saw me. I was quite a looker back then," Cat Grey confided in the young redhead. Rev. Grey smiled and shook his head but didn't take his eyes from the road.
"Right after I had gotten out of seminary I moved here. Now when a young new pastor comes to a church immediately the old women in the church try to set him up with every single girl in the building. They would take these plain girls I think they had hid in closets some where and try to pair us up saying 'She's not much to look at but she prays real good,' Anyway during my second month preaching there I noticed a new family in my congregation and sitting between her two parents was the prettiest blonde haired girl I had ever seen in my life,' Charles said with a laugh. "He stopped right in the middle of his sermon! Forgot the whole thing. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen in my life. We were married six months after that," she said. I nodded and smiled. They still looked at each other with love. I closed my eyes and leaned against the seat. My mind formed a mental picture of Scott. I could almost feel him beside me. I shook my head to clear the picture. That was history, Scott wasn't coming back. Someday the pain of losing him will go away. Someday I will no longer cry at night over him. Someday I will get over him, but that day wouldn't come soon enough.
~ Logan~
"They haven't seen her," I said and folded up the print out picture of Jean from Cerebro. Scott frowned and nodded. I started the car and pulled away from the train station. I am not really into the whole team thing with the X-men but it was going to take everyone searching to find her. She hadn't been using her powers preventing the newly repaired Cerebro to detect her. No doubt the girl was still scared from her experience. The girl would hide herself the best she could, fear did that to a person. I glanced down at my knuckles. I of all people knew this for a fact. It was a blessing the fact that I couldn't remember what had happened to me giving me a skeleton of metal. I growled causing Scott to frown.
"What?" he asked gripping the car door.
"Nothing," I growled. If I had been there to rescue her, I would've split those doctors all open no matter what Chuck had to say about it. 'Come on Red, give us a clue' I thought as the car zoomed down the streets.
Chapter 10
By: WebSpinner
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Sorry I took so long to get this out. Midterms are stressing me out right now.
~Jean~
Warm sunlight streamed down the window as I opened my eyes. I sighed peacefully and stared out the window. Buds on the tree where just starting to sprout giving evidence to the coming spring. My bare feet hit the floor and I grabbed a robe. The enticing smell of coffee commanded me to it like a drug. Mrs. Grey was already up and stirring a bowl of batter.
"Good morning, did you have a good night of sleep?" she asked. I poured myself a steaming cup of coffee before answering.
"Good," I lied. I don't think I dreamed but I had woken up crying. I took my cup of coffee and fled maybe a little to quickly into another room. My heart still ached a lot of course, but that was natural. But why? What was Scott to me exactly? Was it just because he had attempted to save me the reason I grieved? Or was it more? Maybe love? But I had known him for such a short time, it seemed impossible. I rubbed my temple as my mind raced with questions. I looked around the living room. My eyes lingered over the old photographs that were framed over the walls and rested in mini frames on the tables. It was almost like every inch of the room was covered with pictures. The living room walls were covered with a cheery yellow. The furniture all shine with the glow of polish and the air held a scent of lemons. At one end of the rather small living room was a piano that looked like it had seen better days. I took a sip of coffee and ran my fingers over the ivory keys. I pulled out the bench and sat down. I rested my cup of coffee beside me and gently laid my fingers lightly on the keys. It seemed like an eternity since I had played last and I wondered if I still could.
~Tabby~
All right to begin with I am not really into mushy stuff. I mean it's cool for Kitty and everything but I prefer to just live without it unless we are talking about Blue. Now that is a different story. I swear if I hear another thing about Jean I am going to scream. I've never seen anyone so lovesick as Scott Summers. It's pitiful. Everyone has been so seriously lately and pretty much stepping on egg shells around Scott. I think they still blame me for destroying those computers that could've helped him. He's doing better at least. The professor has been tutoring at him and Scott doesn't go to school any longer. If I were him I'd skip. It'd be cool to have no school, I just go to pull pranks and annoy the teachers. Even the Brotherhood has been asking where are our serious leader was. Kitty refused to tell even to Lance. When Terran asked me I told her Scott finally found out about her sleeping with every guy in the school (including Toad) and moved to another school so he didn't have to deal with her anymore. I swear I have never seen anyone turn purple like she did. Evan, who had been standing beside me at the time, thought it was funny too. Toad had heard to and wrinkled up his nose. "Dude I ain't that desperate," he had said and pointed to Terran. Terran then sulked off and has been avoiding me ever since. I flipped the page in my rock magazine when the door opened to reveal Scott. "Crap, don't you know how to knock? Oh man, can't a girl get naked around here without guys barging into her room?" I demanded. Scott blushed.
"Now where is that bra?" I mumbled and moving things in my rather messy room. He turned a shade redder. You just had to love Scott. There really was such a thing as a gentleman nowadays.
"Wrong room," he managed. It wasn't the first time he accidentally had gone into one of our rooms.
"Chill Scott, I was just fooling with you. I'm completely dressed and have been since this morning," I told him. He looked relieved and walked down the hall leaving the door wide open. About half an hour later he walked past my door again, this time in the leather suit of the X-men.
"Where are you going?" I yelled at him.
"I'm going to find her as I set out to do. It's been a month! We've waited to long," he said with a frown. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok Romeo I'm coming," I said and surveyed my room and the mountains of clothes that were piled everywhere. Now where did I put my uniform?
~Mrs. Catherine Grey~
Music drifted through the house causing me to stop and smile. Charles also entered the kitchen and stopped to listen to Jean play the piano. It was classical, not the rock music that the generation now blares from every radio everywhere. Charles took my hand and we waltzed around the room to the music. My heart melted as it had done fifty years earlier when I first met him.
"Did I tell you Cat that you are just as beautiful now as the day I met you?" he asked.
"You're a bad liar Charles Patrick Grey," I scolded him laughing. His still bright blue eyes twinkled with merriment. He spun me gently and we stopped still holding on to each other. I couldn't imagine living without him. Throughout the years our own love had become greater.
"What are you making," he asked.
"Pancakes," I said and went back to my batter.
"Patrick called this morning," Charles mentioned. I nodded. "And?" "He and Amy are coming up for Easter this year," he said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "They didn't give us much warning. It's good though, both work too hard since…" I let my voice cut off. My son and daughter-in-law had immersed themselves in work since the death of their own daughter to cancer. It had been a terrible blow to the whole family when Joy had slipped away into eternity.
"It's all that city life, far to stressful," my husband told me simply. I nodded. "Did you tell them about Jean?" I asked. He nodded.
"Everything?" I asked.
"Everything."
~ Jean~
Life settled into a pleasant routine. The Greys enrolled me in the local high school that was about 200 people in total. It was nice to get back to classes again. Every Sunday we went to church where Rev. Grey taught to a congregation of about 100. Since there was only two churches in the small town you either went to the Baptist church where Rev. Grey preached, the catholic church down the road or didn't go to church at all. Every Wednesday Mrs. Grey would voice lesson in the daffodil colored living room. On Saturday Rev. Grey went fishing although so far he's never caught much. I still went by the name of Jean Peterson even though it made me nervous. The principal is a deacon in Rev. Grey's so when the Greys explained that the missing transcripts were burned in a fire that had ignited her previous high school, he believed them. The Greys felt bad for the white lie but there was no way around it. I must say it was good to be looked at by boys again and soccer. Soccer has always been my passion and I never realized I had missed it so much until I stepped out in a grassy field during the second day of gym class. It was good to be free at last.
I stared out at the rolling scenery as we drove from church.
"I do believe most of the young men were staring at you rather then paying attention to the service," Rev. Grey laughed. I grinned and blushed. It really was embarrassing in a way. I sort of expect it at school but not at church.
"Don't listen to him, honey. Charles did the exact same thing when he first saw me. I was quite a looker back then," Cat Grey confided in the young redhead. Rev. Grey smiled and shook his head but didn't take his eyes from the road.
"Right after I had gotten out of seminary I moved here. Now when a young new pastor comes to a church immediately the old women in the church try to set him up with every single girl in the building. They would take these plain girls I think they had hid in closets some where and try to pair us up saying 'She's not much to look at but she prays real good,' Anyway during my second month preaching there I noticed a new family in my congregation and sitting between her two parents was the prettiest blonde haired girl I had ever seen in my life,' Charles said with a laugh. "He stopped right in the middle of his sermon! Forgot the whole thing. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen in my life. We were married six months after that," she said. I nodded and smiled. They still looked at each other with love. I closed my eyes and leaned against the seat. My mind formed a mental picture of Scott. I could almost feel him beside me. I shook my head to clear the picture. That was history, Scott wasn't coming back. Someday the pain of losing him will go away. Someday I will no longer cry at night over him. Someday I will get over him, but that day wouldn't come soon enough.
~ Logan~
"They haven't seen her," I said and folded up the print out picture of Jean from Cerebro. Scott frowned and nodded. I started the car and pulled away from the train station. I am not really into the whole team thing with the X-men but it was going to take everyone searching to find her. She hadn't been using her powers preventing the newly repaired Cerebro to detect her. No doubt the girl was still scared from her experience. The girl would hide herself the best she could, fear did that to a person. I glanced down at my knuckles. I of all people knew this for a fact. It was a blessing the fact that I couldn't remember what had happened to me giving me a skeleton of metal. I growled causing Scott to frown.
"What?" he asked gripping the car door.
"Nothing," I growled. If I had been there to rescue her, I would've split those doctors all open no matter what Chuck had to say about it. 'Come on Red, give us a clue' I thought as the car zoomed down the streets.