Author's Note: This next chapter is kinda angsty.... a little, not really.
Anxious to see how this story turns out? Me too. Oh and just to let you
know, this story originally started out as something I was just going to
share with my friends. I had no idea I was going to end up posting it. But
I'm glad I did because it ended up confusing my friends more than I had
intended. (Only a few are big fans of Smallville and X-men.) And I'm
getting a lot of reviews for this fic. Yeah! I couldn't have done it
without all of you, reviewing, giving me ideas! Thank you all!
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Chapter 15
"Hello?" The voice on the other end was uncertain and sounded rather serious.
Jean instantly recognized it as Scott.
"Scott, hey! It's Jean."
"Jean! It's been a while." She could tell by the tone in his voice that he was smiling into the receiver.
"Yeah, it has. I've been here for a month? Sorry about the timing, I forgot about the time zone thing."
"It's okay, so uhhhh, how's life in Kansas?"
"Fine, the Kents are really nice. The town's kinda small but the people are really friendly, and if it counts for anything, I rode an actual horse."
"You didn't fall off did you?"
"Scott Summers!! Are you implying that I don't know the first thing about riding a horse?" She mock pouted.
"Well.... yeah."
"Okay, I did. I twisted my ankle, fell off the horse five or six times, and got smacked in the head by three tree branches. And this was after Clark taught me how to ride the horse."
"Ouch....... Clark?"
"Oh, ummmm a friend I met in Smallville." **Who's totally hot, extremely gorgeous and I wish I was his girlfriend, rather than just his friend. **
"Oh, it sounds like you're having fun." Scott said a little crestfallen. Duncan had just been a "friend" too. **Can't she see that I love her? **
"I am." She paused, "I'll send you a postcard. It's really beautiful here. Uh, Kitty called earlier. Is she around?"
"Uhhhh yeah," Scott cleared his throat, "I'll go get her."
"Thanks." Jean said collapsing onto the bed.
"Oh and Jean....."
"Yeah?"
Scott really wanted to tell her how he really felt. That he had feelings for her and that her going away had been really hard on him. Scott couldn't recall the many times he went to the table for breakfast expecting to see her, he missed walking her to class. He wouldn't even mind her occasional attitudes that she had ever now and then. He missed...... Jean.
"Bye."
"Bye Scott."
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The door to the kitchen flew open, revealing a tall dark haired boy; a bouquet of roses was in one hand.
"Clark, your dinner's in the refrigerator." Martha said noticing the flowers that he held in his hand.
"They're beautiful Clark." She said eyeing the flowers. "I'm guessing they're for Jean?"
"Is it that obvious?" He said blushing.
Martha smiled, "I'm just glad that you're taking an interest in someone other than Lana for a change. I hate to see you so upset."
He smiled bashfully and proceeded up the stairs.
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Jean had just finished talking to Scott when Clark walked in.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." **What am I doing? She's going to figure it out. **
"No, I just got off the phone with Scott." Jean said putting the cordless phone down.
"Scott?" Clark said furrowing his brow, an agonizing expression on his face.
Turning on her heal she stood facing the window, "No! You think that..." She laughed, "Scott's just a friend, in New York." She smiled. ** Is he jealous? **
"Oh," he hesitated, "So, have fun?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "Lana's really nice. She told me about her parents, how they were killed in the meteor shower." She paused, "It seems to be a popular topic with her. You would think that she would want to move on with her life, ya know most people like to remember the happy moments in their lives, not the tragic ones. It could be just me though."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." He said guilt written in his voice.
Clark wrapped his fingers tighter around the base of the flowers. She hadn't noticed them yet. He would have to do this eventually. He had come this far and there was no turning back, all he had to do now was tell her how he really felt.
"Jean?" He began.
"Yeah?" she said temporarily disregarding the closet.
"Ummmm." Clark hesitated, unsure of what to say next, "These are for you."
"Oh my gosh," She said, her hand flying to her mouth, "they're beautiful."
She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck, embracing him in a typical Jean style hug.
"You didn't have to..." She paused, finally breaking out of the embrace, "I mean it's not my birthday or anything." She smiled at him.
"Ummmmm... I didn't get you anything when you first came to Smallville, so I'm making up for it now." He forged a smile; he hadn't been able to do it.
"Yeah?" She paused.
Before Clark could leave to make a hasty retreat, Jean kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thanks."
Clark's hazel- green eyes were now gaped open in shellshock. "You're..... welcome." He stammered, turning to leave.
"Goodnight." She smiled again.
**Okay, I'm confused. ** Jean shut the door once Clark had left. **Now I don't know what to think. I don't have to be able to read his mind to know what he obviously thinks about me. ** She picked up they flowers thoughtfully, they were beautiful **.......and Clark is gorgeous, *sigh* Stop thinking about him!!!! ** She yelled at herself, Jean knew that she probably thought about Clark more than she should have. **But isn't that what people do when they're in love? **
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Chapter 15
"Hello?" The voice on the other end was uncertain and sounded rather serious.
Jean instantly recognized it as Scott.
"Scott, hey! It's Jean."
"Jean! It's been a while." She could tell by the tone in his voice that he was smiling into the receiver.
"Yeah, it has. I've been here for a month? Sorry about the timing, I forgot about the time zone thing."
"It's okay, so uhhhh, how's life in Kansas?"
"Fine, the Kents are really nice. The town's kinda small but the people are really friendly, and if it counts for anything, I rode an actual horse."
"You didn't fall off did you?"
"Scott Summers!! Are you implying that I don't know the first thing about riding a horse?" She mock pouted.
"Well.... yeah."
"Okay, I did. I twisted my ankle, fell off the horse five or six times, and got smacked in the head by three tree branches. And this was after Clark taught me how to ride the horse."
"Ouch....... Clark?"
"Oh, ummmm a friend I met in Smallville." **Who's totally hot, extremely gorgeous and I wish I was his girlfriend, rather than just his friend. **
"Oh, it sounds like you're having fun." Scott said a little crestfallen. Duncan had just been a "friend" too. **Can't she see that I love her? **
"I am." She paused, "I'll send you a postcard. It's really beautiful here. Uh, Kitty called earlier. Is she around?"
"Uhhhh yeah," Scott cleared his throat, "I'll go get her."
"Thanks." Jean said collapsing onto the bed.
"Oh and Jean....."
"Yeah?"
Scott really wanted to tell her how he really felt. That he had feelings for her and that her going away had been really hard on him. Scott couldn't recall the many times he went to the table for breakfast expecting to see her, he missed walking her to class. He wouldn't even mind her occasional attitudes that she had ever now and then. He missed...... Jean.
"Bye."
"Bye Scott."
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The door to the kitchen flew open, revealing a tall dark haired boy; a bouquet of roses was in one hand.
"Clark, your dinner's in the refrigerator." Martha said noticing the flowers that he held in his hand.
"They're beautiful Clark." She said eyeing the flowers. "I'm guessing they're for Jean?"
"Is it that obvious?" He said blushing.
Martha smiled, "I'm just glad that you're taking an interest in someone other than Lana for a change. I hate to see you so upset."
He smiled bashfully and proceeded up the stairs.
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Jean had just finished talking to Scott when Clark walked in.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." **What am I doing? She's going to figure it out. **
"No, I just got off the phone with Scott." Jean said putting the cordless phone down.
"Scott?" Clark said furrowing his brow, an agonizing expression on his face.
Turning on her heal she stood facing the window, "No! You think that..." She laughed, "Scott's just a friend, in New York." She smiled. ** Is he jealous? **
"Oh," he hesitated, "So, have fun?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "Lana's really nice. She told me about her parents, how they were killed in the meteor shower." She paused, "It seems to be a popular topic with her. You would think that she would want to move on with her life, ya know most people like to remember the happy moments in their lives, not the tragic ones. It could be just me though."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." He said guilt written in his voice.
Clark wrapped his fingers tighter around the base of the flowers. She hadn't noticed them yet. He would have to do this eventually. He had come this far and there was no turning back, all he had to do now was tell her how he really felt.
"Jean?" He began.
"Yeah?" she said temporarily disregarding the closet.
"Ummmm." Clark hesitated, unsure of what to say next, "These are for you."
"Oh my gosh," She said, her hand flying to her mouth, "they're beautiful."
She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck, embracing him in a typical Jean style hug.
"You didn't have to..." She paused, finally breaking out of the embrace, "I mean it's not my birthday or anything." She smiled at him.
"Ummmmm... I didn't get you anything when you first came to Smallville, so I'm making up for it now." He forged a smile; he hadn't been able to do it.
"Yeah?" She paused.
Before Clark could leave to make a hasty retreat, Jean kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thanks."
Clark's hazel- green eyes were now gaped open in shellshock. "You're..... welcome." He stammered, turning to leave.
"Goodnight." She smiled again.
**Okay, I'm confused. ** Jean shut the door once Clark had left. **Now I don't know what to think. I don't have to be able to read his mind to know what he obviously thinks about me. ** She picked up they flowers thoughtfully, they were beautiful **.......and Clark is gorgeous, *sigh* Stop thinking about him!!!! ** She yelled at herself, Jean knew that she probably thought about Clark more than she should have. **But isn't that what people do when they're in love? **
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