"Ah, man! I'm never going to get this!" Kurt shouted vehemently, throwing his pencil onto the severely scribbled on homework in front of him. Jean laughed out loud in amusement, pointing to the equation. They were in the Institute's large, ornate library, hunched over a desk with chairs on either side. She took the pencil that was tucked behind her ear and drew it close to the paper to act as a pointer.

"You just use the midpoint formula to solve it — like this." She proceeded in finishing the equation for him, following every step cautiously, to reassure that he'd pick up everything.

"Done," Jean said triumphantly, twirling the pencil between her fingers, "Do you understand it now?" Kurt brought his few fingers to his chin as he studied the problem. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he clasped his hands together.

"I get it, Jean! Danke!" he cried, wrapping his arms around her. She giggled, hugging him tightly back.

"Don't mention it, Kurt." Jean gave him one last grin and stood up, walking cheerfully towards the door to the foyer. Scott stood up from his chair that was on the other side of the library and walked hastily over to Jean.

"That was really nice of you to help him," he said earnestly, a tiny smile creeping up on his lips. She brushed loose strands of her fiery hair behind her head.

"It was the nice thing to do. It's not like I don't do things for people," she added sheepishly, nudging his side to throw him off balance.

"No, I know. He was just having trouble with it — that's all," he replied. She nodded her head slightly in agreement, walking aimlessly with Scott at her side throughout the Institute. Suddenly, she stopped mid-stride and arched her eyebrow at him.

"What are you so nervous about, Scott? Your mind is a jumbled mess right now," she curiously asked him, shifting her weight from one heel to another. He stopped and turned to look at her, his eyebrows crunched down towards his glasses.

"I—I uh.. I just thought that uh.. after all your hard work that you uh.. might like to get something to eat?" Her hand took his softly as she grinned up at him.

"I'd love to."


Jean rummaged through her closet to find her jean jacket. After countless minutes of putting a dent in her extremely chaotic pile of clothes, shoes, and among other things, she finally grabbed her black sweater to throw on over her tank top.

Ugh, why does this matter! Get a grip, Jean! You're just going out with Scott.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"You're just going out with Scott" she repeated inside her head. She wouldn't admit that she just liked the sound of it; the "going out" part. But that was a grim reminder of her infamous dating of Duncan, the star player of Bayville High's football team and just about every other sport that the Bayville had to offer.

Duncan's your boyfriend. Duncan. Handsome, wealthy, normal... ....cocky, egotistical, arrogant, self-centered ... Duncan. No, Scott. But Duncan's your boyfriend.. but then Scott...

Her mind began losing control of itself causing her closet doors to open and close rapidly, her windows to burst open, and her books shoot off their shelves. She clamped her hands around her head tightly, trying to suppress the chaos that resided inside her mind.

Stop it... Just stop.. Scott... no, just stop.. please.. stop —

"Scott!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut, throwing every ounce of energy that she had left into stopping her mind from growing more and more scattered. All the books stopped in mid air, the windows froze in their slamming furies, and the doors stopped dead in their disorderly acts. Jean felt her knees give in and then give way to her body as she collapsed to the ground with a large thud.


Scott trailed his finger along the border of the hallway to Jean's room with the other hand shoved in his pocket, all the while whistling as he walked. As he approached Jean's room, he heard a sudden heart wrenching "Scott!" come from behind the closed doors.

"Jean? Jean!" Scott jumped furiously in front of the door and tried to open it, finding it to be locked tight.

Professor.. something's wrong with Jean! Please come to her room as soon as you can! Scott thought desperately, hoping to connect swiftly with the Professor. Luckily he sent Scott a quick I'm already on my way to reassure him that everything would be alright. Frantically, Scott rattled the knobs before submitting himself to using his optic blasts. He lifted his sunglasses only slightly to aim a blast of force to the knob, letting the door open with ease.

Rogue came running down the hall towards Scott, panting heavily.

"Is she ahlright?" she managed to gasp out, raising her hand to rest on her chest to help catch her breath. However, Scott had already rushed inside to Jean. He slid his arms under her and cradled her for a moment, lightly shaking her in hopes to wake her.

"Jean? Jean? Open your eyes. Please, Jean!" he cried out, wiping her frazzled hair out of her face. Professor Xavier sped into the room with Logan closely behind him.

"What happened in here, bub? Did you do this?!" Logan accused openly to Scott. His eyes were full of contempt and loathing.

"Why would I want to hurt her?" he shot back, unable to control his rage, "The last thing I'd want to do is—"

"That's enough, Scott," Professor Xavier said calmly, rolling over towards Jean's limp body, "It appears she had another 'power surge' of some kind. It's hard to say what exactly happened however." While the Professor explained this, Scott began searching Jean's face, trying to find some hint of life from her unconscious state. Logan looked down at him condescendingly.

"You want to get her to the infirmary, Charles?" he asked, clearly annoyed. Professor Xavier shook his head politely.

"She just needs some rest. She should be fine by the morning." He then turned to Scott who looked up at the Professor with glossy eyes that fortunately couldn't be seen through his glasses. Logan grunted forcefully and walked quickly out the door. He grunted again at Rogue who sat watching the incident with a look mixed between satisfaction and fear.

"Help put her in bed, Scott. I'll be in my room if you need anything." And with that he sped out of the room, only pausing briefly to smile at Rogue on his way out. He then tilted his head to motion for Rogue to leave. She shut the door to Jean's room, crossed her arms stiffly and turned on her heels to march straight to her own room.


"Help put her in bed, Scott" he repeated inside his head. Thanks for helping, Professor he scoffed as he laid Jean down on her bed. He slid his arms roughly into his pockets, contemplating if he should get her out of her clothes. Don't be stupid, Summers he annoyingly thought, The Professor didn't mean to get her dressed for bed... He glanced down at Jean, who was sleeping peacefully. Whether Scott's decision to get her dressed for bed was conscious or not, he was already searching through her drawers for some clothes she'd wear to bed.

He opened the second to last drawer and to his surprise, he didn't find any articles of clothing. Instead, the contents of the drawer appeared to be keepsakes, notes, photographs. The one thing that caught his eye, however, was a diary. Jeweled, engraved, and unlocked. Cautiously, he glanced back at Jean to make sure she was still asleep. Hesitantly, he gulped down his morals and opened the diary to the first page.

Scribbled in perfect cursive writing:


The Diary of Jean Grey

A documentation of life through her eyes.

....Don't read this please! =D


Scott gulped, even though his mouth was dry from his anticipation. He turned the page again to find her first entry. Oddly enough, it wasn't dated.


Dear Diary,

I'm at The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters now. Professor Charles Xavier is helping me control my mind. It's really nice of him. I really like it here and am hoping to meet some other people like me. I've already met one boy. Scott Summers. He can't open his eyes but he's really nice to talk to. He doesn't make fun of me either for my "psychotic" problems.

I think the Professor is looking into the technology to help him see. I hope he finds out how to help him. He really wants to see. The Professor is really helpful so I'm sure he'll come up with something.

Miss Ororo is really nice too. She's already offered to help me unpack. It was thoughtful.

And then there's Logan. Who I think just tries to make people feel intimidated but is really a nice guy deep down. I guess only time will tell.

I really think I'm going to like it here.

Sincerely,
Jean Grey


Something inside Scott made him keep the diary peeled open in front of him. Frantically, he flipped through the diary and stopped somewhere randomly in the middle and started reading.


Dear Diary,

I'm an X-Man now! I can't believe it! I'm able to use my gift to help people now! I'm so excited!

Love,
Jeannie

P.S. I have a crush! Hee hee! I can't believe it! Nerdy me. Too bad he doesn't notice me. Oh well, at least I can hope! I won't say his name to protect the innocent! Hee hee!


"Duncan," he muttered softly, letting off a slight grunt to show his annoyance. Again he flipped to a random page in the diary and started reading once more.


Dear Diary,

Duncan asked me if I'd do certain things with him that I'd rather not disclose. Well, asking would be an understatement. It was more like he told me to do these things. It made me really uncomfortable and I'm not really positive I want to do anything like that. Well, with him I mean. I don't love him. And as of late, I certainly don't feel like I trust him...

Yet I'm with him. And I think that makes it so awful. But then there's (something scribbled out many times) ... No. Not in here, I can't say that.

- Jean


"Scott...?" Jean asked weakly, unable to lift her head to truly look at him. His hands dropped the diary sloppily back into the drawer that he took it from. On impulse, he slammed the drawer shut and whizzed around to look at her. It was obvious she just woke up.

"Is everything okay? What happened?" She tried to lift herself from the bed but failed miserably. He dashed over to her and sat down on the bed.

"You need to rest. You lost control of your telekinesis somehow. It's alright though — it happens," he quipped, trying to lighten her curiosity. She let off a long sigh and turned her head to look at him.

"..What were you doing in my dresser?" She smirked slightly, amused at how stiff he had instantly become.

"I was.. I was... Well the um.. Professor.. He told me to uh — to help. Yes, to help you get into bed. And I just thought that you needed something um.. more comfortable. Yes — more comfortable," Scott blurted out, stuttering the entire time. She placed her hand on his knee and smiled.

"Thank you," she said quietly. He let off an exasperated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. They both grew silent for a few minutes, taking in each others' presence.

"I'll go get you some clothes," he answered, heading over to her dresser. He opened the very last drawer on the bottom (the last one left) and sure enough, he found her stash of pajamas. Quickly, he snatched a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. He lifted them in front of her.

"Are these alright?" he managed to choke out, staring back at her warm smile that made him feel flushed.

"They're perfect," she honestly replied. With much effort she took them from him, motioned for him to turn around, and began to change. Scott leaned against the dresser to steady his nerves which were unavoidably acting up. He glanced into the mirror that hung to his left and saw Jean's bare back, being that she obviously had put her back to him as well. He rapidly blinked several times and tried to calm himself down.

Stop it, Scott. STOP. Think of other, unstimulating things, dammit, he thought frantically. He glanced one more time into the mirror to see Jean turning around, the tank top just barely covering her breasts. She slowly pulled the rest of it down and gathered her hair into two chopsticks.

"You can turn around, Scott," she said as she sat back down on the bed. He turned around, revealing his flushed face and extremely tense forehead.

"I uh.. I guess I should go now," he managed to say forcefully, bolting for the door. He paused momentarily to turn and look at Jean, whose eyes were dancing at him, "Do you need anything else before I go?"

"Well," she said almost seductively, "I could really use a good night kiss." Scott froze at the door, his face turning from flushed to pale in a matter of seconds.

"Please?" He gulped and walked over to her slowly, almost in a trance.

"If you insist..." he whispered. He knelt down and brought his lips her forehead. Instantly, he felt a warmth rush through his body. Hers. It threw him off balance and led him to clumsily head for the door.

"Uh.. g—good ni—night, J—Jean," he stuttered out. With that he ran out the door, clearly upset with his self- dubbed "embarrassing" behavior.

Jean couldn't stop smiling.


Sorry for not updating in a few days! I've been so busy with work but I'm back and have the next chapter halfway done! I really hope you like the fic. Comments, feedback, reviews — all that good stuff is great to hear! Thank you :)

- Sarah