A/N: MAJOR spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen this movie, and of course, characters not mine. The dialogue will most likely not be directly from the movie. No script lol. So
ehm…Enjoy!
The Professor is discussing loss with the president. What does the President know about loss? Did he give up his lover, his life long friend? What did he give up for the war? What did he go though? Did he even know there was a war?
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I don't know what was happening. I could see her standing there. I could hear her calling my name, I felt her throw me a cross the room, and I could hear her pleading me to stop, but I couldn't. I didn't know…I couldn't control what I was doing. I felt my hand reading for my visor, I opened my eyes and almost killed her.
It was Stryker, I knew that. In the back of my mind I was still chained in a metal chair I could see him standing in front of me laughing, grinning, showing his white teeth. I saw my reflection in his glasses.
Jean fought back. I could feel her power pushing my rays away, but I still couldn't control what I was doing.
Suddenly I went flying across the room, God I don't even know what type of room it was, but I hit a wall and I heard cement breaking and pipes cracking. I hit the wall hard, and I felt the mental hold release. Everything I had done registered in my brain as I pushed myself up from the ground. "Jean!"
I ran across the room and found her lying on the ground, her leg was bent oddly. She was shaking and I saw tears in the corner of her eyes. "Jean…" I helped her up. She coughed and took my hand. "I'm so sorry Jean, I…" I scooped her into my arms and kissed her on the lips, cheeks and temple. "I'm so sorry, I saw everything…but, I couldn't…I couldn't control it…"
"I know," she replied into my suit. "I know."
"I'm so sorry," was all I could say. I didn't want to let her go. Ever.
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The jet started to move. I realized that Jean wasn't sitting anywhere. "Where' s Jean?" I asked. I looked around the jet.
"She's gone," the Professor said.
"No!" I ran to the door and saw her standing in the snow, her leg was slightly limp. I saw her raise her hand the stairs and door closed. "No!" I hit the metal door with my hand. I turned back to Storm. "Storm…open…open the door!" I saw her reach for the controls but the jet was slowly lifting.
"I can't…she's controlling the jet…"
"It has to be this way…" I heard the Professor whisper.
"What? Jean?" I bent to his level. She was talking through the Professor. I didn't think she was that powerful.
"It has to be this way…goodbye,"
"No!" I screamed into his face. "Jean!"
I saw the Professor 'come back' from his hold under Jean. "She's gone…" I heard him say.
"No!" I could see out the window the water covering the land under us. I went for the door but Logan stopped me. I wanted to beat Logan; he was stopping me, keeping me from going out that door and saving her. "Let me go!" I tried walking past him but he had a firm grip on my shoulders.
I felt warm tears filling my eyes, and rolling down my cheeks. Logan was a brick wall against me. "Let me go…" I repeated.
"She's gone," he quietly said. "She's gone."
"No!" I had screamed that so many times, the word was loosing all meaning to me. "No…" I buried my face into Logan's shoulder, feeling him still gripping to my arms, holding me in place.
She was gone.
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"Hey, she did make a choice Scott," Logan told me, stopping me outside of the Professor's office. "It was you."
I didn't know what to say. I felt the tears welding up again, but I wouldn't cry. I licked my lips, nodded and walked down the hallway. Out of site, gone.
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I'm standing as ridged as I can get, my hands behind my back. It doesn't feel right, without her here. I can feel my lips quivering and my eyes water when the Professor mention's loss.
He'll never understand it. The meaning of that word. That simple, four letter word. One syllable that can destroy a life and the lives that surrounded it.
He won't wake up in the middle of the night, reach for the beautiful redhead and find nothing but an empty space. He won't miss for that kiss in between classes or the way that she touched my lips. He won't understand what I gave up for this 'war'.
My friend, my fiancé, my lover, the only person to every look into my eyes…is gone.