A/N: ok, I've had a bit of writer's block, and was unsure about how to
proceed, but I've thought long and hard; and here it is! Enjoy! Please,
R&R!
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~The following takes place at 3:24 the next morning~
It was steadily pulling her down, suffocating her, blocking her out from everything around her. A deep sense of urgency and panic was growing in her chest. She clawed at the blackness that was steadily swallowing her up. She had a strong feeling that she was in great danger, and this only served to build up the panic that attacked her. She felt something inside her suddenly and violently snap, sending her into a frenzied panic. She fought to rise above it, but was only dragged deeper. Then there were flames, all around her, within her, consuming her. She couldn't escape.
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Scott woke with a jump, bolting upright in a defensive gesture. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't him who was in danger. The entire room was shaking, and various items around the room shattered and broke with the intensity of it. Jean was tossing and turning violently, and cries of fear and panic could be heard above the shaking of the room and breaking of objects. Scott had never seen her this bad.
He instinctively threw himself on the flailing figure beside him, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her legs down to the bed with his. His first concern was that she didn't hurt herself. "Jean!" he yelled, trying to wake her, "Jean! Wake up!" His cries had no affect on the unconscious form beneath him, and he looked around for something to wake her with. He immediately spotted a shaking glass of water heading dangerously close to the edge of the nightstand. He let go of one of Jean's arms to grab it, but before he could pin the free arm down again, her fist flew up, hitting him in the nose, and nearly knocking off his glasses. He instantly felt the blood flowing from his nose, and tasted it on his lip. He tossed the contents of the glass onto Jean's face, fearing another blow would knock his glasses off all the way.
Jean's eyes flew open, and she gasped franticly, as if she couldn't get enough air. "Jean!" Scott cried, "It's alright! You're all right! Calm down!" Jean was breathing heavily, but the room was no longer shaking. Scott slowly released her arms and legs, still murmuring soothing words in his fiancé's ear. "Scott!" Jean cried, clinging to him like as if he were her lifeline. "Shhh." Scott whispered anxiously in her ear, "You're alright."
The bedroom door suddenly flew open, as Storm, Logan, Rogue, and Bobby burst in, all four in their pajamas. There was instantly a sound like air leaving a vacuum, and a sulfurous smell as Kurt joined them. "What happened?" Storm demanded, her voice etched with concern. Logan flipped the light switch on to examine the scene. The room was in disarray, with items scattered and broken all over the floor, and a large crack in the windowpane. Scott motioned with his free hand for them to back away. He continued to cradle Jean close to him, whispering words in her ear that none of the others could hear.
Finally Storm approached the two. Jean was still shaking badly, and everyone was very concerned. Jean had never had an episode this bad. It had only ever affected her and Scott's room, but this time it had affected nearly the entire hall. "Scott," He looked up when Storm addressed him. "I think we should take her to the lower levels. I have a feeling that the professor will want to take a look at her." Scott nodded.
"Jean, sweetie," Scott started edging towards the side of the bed, "We're gonna' go see the professor. Can you walk?" Jean didn't answer, but her breathing was heavy and her eyes were squeezed shut, as if she was in pain. Scott's worry deepened. He gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and slowly started for the door.
"Rogue, Bobby, go get the professor," Logan gruffly instructed the two who were still standing with pale faces just inside the door. "I doubt that is going to be necessary," Scott said as he passed through the doorway, "I'd bet my life he already knows."
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A/N: Sorry about the shortness. Just wanted to keep the story going. I had REALLY bad writers block.
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~The following takes place at 3:24 the next morning~
It was steadily pulling her down, suffocating her, blocking her out from everything around her. A deep sense of urgency and panic was growing in her chest. She clawed at the blackness that was steadily swallowing her up. She had a strong feeling that she was in great danger, and this only served to build up the panic that attacked her. She felt something inside her suddenly and violently snap, sending her into a frenzied panic. She fought to rise above it, but was only dragged deeper. Then there were flames, all around her, within her, consuming her. She couldn't escape.
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Scott woke with a jump, bolting upright in a defensive gesture. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't him who was in danger. The entire room was shaking, and various items around the room shattered and broke with the intensity of it. Jean was tossing and turning violently, and cries of fear and panic could be heard above the shaking of the room and breaking of objects. Scott had never seen her this bad.
He instinctively threw himself on the flailing figure beside him, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her legs down to the bed with his. His first concern was that she didn't hurt herself. "Jean!" he yelled, trying to wake her, "Jean! Wake up!" His cries had no affect on the unconscious form beneath him, and he looked around for something to wake her with. He immediately spotted a shaking glass of water heading dangerously close to the edge of the nightstand. He let go of one of Jean's arms to grab it, but before he could pin the free arm down again, her fist flew up, hitting him in the nose, and nearly knocking off his glasses. He instantly felt the blood flowing from his nose, and tasted it on his lip. He tossed the contents of the glass onto Jean's face, fearing another blow would knock his glasses off all the way.
Jean's eyes flew open, and she gasped franticly, as if she couldn't get enough air. "Jean!" Scott cried, "It's alright! You're all right! Calm down!" Jean was breathing heavily, but the room was no longer shaking. Scott slowly released her arms and legs, still murmuring soothing words in his fiancé's ear. "Scott!" Jean cried, clinging to him like as if he were her lifeline. "Shhh." Scott whispered anxiously in her ear, "You're alright."
The bedroom door suddenly flew open, as Storm, Logan, Rogue, and Bobby burst in, all four in their pajamas. There was instantly a sound like air leaving a vacuum, and a sulfurous smell as Kurt joined them. "What happened?" Storm demanded, her voice etched with concern. Logan flipped the light switch on to examine the scene. The room was in disarray, with items scattered and broken all over the floor, and a large crack in the windowpane. Scott motioned with his free hand for them to back away. He continued to cradle Jean close to him, whispering words in her ear that none of the others could hear.
Finally Storm approached the two. Jean was still shaking badly, and everyone was very concerned. Jean had never had an episode this bad. It had only ever affected her and Scott's room, but this time it had affected nearly the entire hall. "Scott," He looked up when Storm addressed him. "I think we should take her to the lower levels. I have a feeling that the professor will want to take a look at her." Scott nodded.
"Jean, sweetie," Scott started edging towards the side of the bed, "We're gonna' go see the professor. Can you walk?" Jean didn't answer, but her breathing was heavy and her eyes were squeezed shut, as if she was in pain. Scott's worry deepened. He gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and slowly started for the door.
"Rogue, Bobby, go get the professor," Logan gruffly instructed the two who were still standing with pale faces just inside the door. "I doubt that is going to be necessary," Scott said as he passed through the doorway, "I'd bet my life he already knows."
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A/N: Sorry about the shortness. Just wanted to keep the story going. I had REALLY bad writers block.