This is my first X-Men fic, but not my first fic ever. Please be kind. I haven't seen X-2 yet, but I have read many spoilers and had a friend tell me about it, so this is my reaction. It is Scott's pov. J (the song is Kissing You, by Des'ree)
I hold a worn out picture in my hand and tightly squeeze my eyes shut.. I concentrate hard and remember when the picture was taken, it was a fall afternoon, just before sunset two years ago and I had taken her to a carnival. She had never been to one, and I knew she would love it. She did. Oh god, did she.
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
We sat under the stars for hours, she laid wrapped up in my arms and I never wanted it to end. The music from the carousel and laughter could be heard from afar as she fell asleep against my chest. That was one of those moments that proved to me I was so truly happy and that nothing could bring me down, not as long as I had Jean.
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oooh, oooh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
It was our first true kiss early the next morning when we woke up. A long, passionate kiss that created sparks and set my world a blaze. It seemed like time actually stopped for us and let us be content, completely at peace and content. I can still feel the intensity and the power of that kiss, added to all of the others that we shared.
Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
I slowly reopen my eyes and take a ragged breath. Breathing, it's something I've almost forgotten how to do. I can't go on without her and I shut down. Ororo has caught me many times passed out or collapsed because I was so deep in thought, I had forgotten simply to deposit air into my lungs.
Where are you now
Where are you now
'Cause I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you, oooh
I set her picture back on my nightstand--our nightstand and lie down in our bed. But it is empty without her. It swallows me and I struggle to sleep, and when I do discover sleep, it torments me with vivid nightmares about the night that she was taken from me. I can't bear to go on any longer like this, I love you Jean. I softly whisper into to the darkness and silence. One solitary tear finds its way from under the protection of my glasses and my world slowly goes black.
I hold a worn out picture in my hand and tightly squeeze my eyes shut.. I concentrate hard and remember when the picture was taken, it was a fall afternoon, just before sunset two years ago and I had taken her to a carnival. She had never been to one, and I knew she would love it. She did. Oh god, did she.
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
We sat under the stars for hours, she laid wrapped up in my arms and I never wanted it to end. The music from the carousel and laughter could be heard from afar as she fell asleep against my chest. That was one of those moments that proved to me I was so truly happy and that nothing could bring me down, not as long as I had Jean.
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oooh, oooh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
It was our first true kiss early the next morning when we woke up. A long, passionate kiss that created sparks and set my world a blaze. It seemed like time actually stopped for us and let us be content, completely at peace and content. I can still feel the intensity and the power of that kiss, added to all of the others that we shared.
Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
I slowly reopen my eyes and take a ragged breath. Breathing, it's something I've almost forgotten how to do. I can't go on without her and I shut down. Ororo has caught me many times passed out or collapsed because I was so deep in thought, I had forgotten simply to deposit air into my lungs.
Where are you now
Where are you now
'Cause I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you, oooh
I set her picture back on my nightstand--our nightstand and lie down in our bed. But it is empty without her. It swallows me and I struggle to sleep, and when I do discover sleep, it torments me with vivid nightmares about the night that she was taken from me. I can't bear to go on any longer like this, I love you Jean. I softly whisper into to the darkness and silence. One solitary tear finds its way from under the protection of my glasses and my world slowly goes black.