Headaches
By sweet like chocolate
Rating: PG (I'm from England and so am not completely sure of the rating system- pls tell me if it's wrong)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Alice and the smith brothers (If I did Scott and Jean would have got together way quicker)
Summary: Completely AU fic about how Scott and Jean get their powers.
Chapter 3- Trouble
Saturday morning
Jean stood outside Scott's house, her heart thumping.
Scott, Alex and his foster parents lived in a huge house. Jean loved it. It was fairly old and had a huge garden, including a swing that she and Scott loved to play on together * correction* she thought to herself * used to love to play on together *.
The front of the house was covered in ivy, but she could she Alex's bedroom window poking through. She remembered when it was Scott's room and she tried to climb the ivy up as a dare. She had fallen off and broken her arm, and Scott's foster parents (believing her climbing up the ivy to Scott's room was a regular occurrence) had forced him and Alex to switch rooms. She remembered the look on Scott's foster mother's face, "Really Jean, the front door is right there you know!" She and Scott had laughed for days about that.
Jean giggled as she remembered, her smile faded when she remembered how mad Scott was with her.
He hadn't talked to her for the rest of the week, he had walked home a different way and every time she had come up to him he had walked in the other direction. He avoided their hangouts.
Taryn was behaving differently too, but for a different reason, Jean thought she was jealous of Jean and Duncan. *Huh like there's anything going on there* thought Jean. She had avoided Duncan completely and she thought he had got the message, especially when she heard him ask another girl to the movies.
Taryn and Alice (another one of Jean's close girl friends) had begun avoiding Jean. Whereas before Taryn and Jean had sat together in class, now Alice and Taryn did, they met up outside school without her all the time, and at break the other day, when Jean spotted them, Alice had grabbed Taryn's hand and they ran in the other direction. (A/N This doesn't sound to hurtful but believe me it is).
Scott's silence combined with this, and her continuing headaches were enough to make sure Jean spent most of recess crying.
She had been standing in front of the house for a good 10 minutes now, she had been to Scott's house millions of times, and she had never felt this nervous. Her hand clutched Alex's present as she stared at the door. She wasn't sure how Scott would feel to see her.
She was saved from having to bring herself to knock by a small nine year old (A/N I'm not sure of the age gap between Alex and Scott, so in this fic it's about three and a half years), who came hurtling round the bend and threw himself on her.
"Jean! Scott said you weren't coming! Is that for me?" He spoke almost without taking a breath! (A/N I know Alex is nothing like this, but nine year old Alex is different!)
"Happy Birthday! It's for you." She handed him the present.
"All right! What is it? A potato chip gun! Brilliant! Thanks Jean! I'm going to go show Auntie Janie (foster mother). Scott's upstairs in his room. He's hardly come out since Monday. I hope he cheers up soon, he's no fun like this." With that, Alex raced off.
Jean went slowly up the stairs, her head pounding. The rail was worn from where she, Scott and Alex had slid down (not when Scott's foster parents had been there!). Her nerves mounting she pushed open Scott's door.
+ * * * * *
Scott lay on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through a gaming magazine. His room was abnormally tidy, as he tried his hardest to get on well with his foster parents, even though they were no where near as nice as his real ones.
His head was hurting, but that had happened so often he hardly noticed it any more. He looked at the picture of him and Jean that sat on his bookshelf, next to the one of his parents, him and Alex together by the sea. The one with him and Jean had been taken only a month ago, the one with his parents only a week before they died. He and Jean had been paint- balling when it was taken. They were covered from head to foot in paint, but they both wore huge grins.
He missed Jean. She had tried to apologise several times over the week, but he had ignored her every time. She had completely stopped talking to Duncan, and he knew that Taryn and Alice had been bitching about her behind her back. Yesterday he heard them telling someone she was crying in the girl's bathroom. He knew he couldn't stay mad much longer, whatever she had done, this was the longest fight they'd ever had. They normally made up after a couple of days maximum, simply because they both felt like half a person without the other. That was exactly how Scott felt now. He made up his mind to except her apology on Monday.
His door swung open and Jean stood there. Before he could say anything she started talking.
"Scott, I know your mad and I am so sorry. I miss you tonnes. I wasn't thinking and I have regretted it everyday this week."
He opened his mouth to tell her it was ok, but instead what came out was
"Piss off"
He saw her eyes fill with tears and she turned around and ran from the room.
"Crap, where did that come from." He said out loud before he ran after her.
* * * * *
Tears blinded Jean as she ran. She had no idea where she was going and to be honest she didn't really care. Her head pounded and behind her a little boy lost control of his soccer ball.
Scott raced to keep up with her, but she wasn't on the long distance team for nothing. Ahead she turned into an alley, he recognised it as a popular hangout for the thugs of the school, the Smith brothers. *Damn, you sure know how to pick a place to chat Jean* he thought to himself.
He turned into the alley and saw she had stopped.
"Jean, look I'm sor." He started, before suddenly his head was on fire. It was the worst it had ever been. He sank to his knees, clutching his hands to his temple.
"Scott? What's the matt." Jean screamed and sank to her knees, she moaned,
"My head."
Suddenly a voice made Scott jump and through a crack in his eye he saw Adam and Tom Smith appear from the darkness.
"Look what we have here!"
-Sorry for the slight cliff hanger, will they get beaten up? Hey this chapter is longer than the others put together!! Pls * am on knees begging* R+R, I love reviews!!!!
Rating: PG (I'm from England and so am not completely sure of the rating system- pls tell me if it's wrong)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Alice and the smith brothers (If I did Scott and Jean would have got together way quicker)
Summary: Completely AU fic about how Scott and Jean get their powers.
Chapter 3- Trouble
Saturday morning
Jean stood outside Scott's house, her heart thumping.
Scott, Alex and his foster parents lived in a huge house. Jean loved it. It was fairly old and had a huge garden, including a swing that she and Scott loved to play on together * correction* she thought to herself * used to love to play on together *.
The front of the house was covered in ivy, but she could she Alex's bedroom window poking through. She remembered when it was Scott's room and she tried to climb the ivy up as a dare. She had fallen off and broken her arm, and Scott's foster parents (believing her climbing up the ivy to Scott's room was a regular occurrence) had forced him and Alex to switch rooms. She remembered the look on Scott's foster mother's face, "Really Jean, the front door is right there you know!" She and Scott had laughed for days about that.
Jean giggled as she remembered, her smile faded when she remembered how mad Scott was with her.
He hadn't talked to her for the rest of the week, he had walked home a different way and every time she had come up to him he had walked in the other direction. He avoided their hangouts.
Taryn was behaving differently too, but for a different reason, Jean thought she was jealous of Jean and Duncan. *Huh like there's anything going on there* thought Jean. She had avoided Duncan completely and she thought he had got the message, especially when she heard him ask another girl to the movies.
Taryn and Alice (another one of Jean's close girl friends) had begun avoiding Jean. Whereas before Taryn and Jean had sat together in class, now Alice and Taryn did, they met up outside school without her all the time, and at break the other day, when Jean spotted them, Alice had grabbed Taryn's hand and they ran in the other direction. (A/N This doesn't sound to hurtful but believe me it is).
Scott's silence combined with this, and her continuing headaches were enough to make sure Jean spent most of recess crying.
She had been standing in front of the house for a good 10 minutes now, she had been to Scott's house millions of times, and she had never felt this nervous. Her hand clutched Alex's present as she stared at the door. She wasn't sure how Scott would feel to see her.
She was saved from having to bring herself to knock by a small nine year old (A/N I'm not sure of the age gap between Alex and Scott, so in this fic it's about three and a half years), who came hurtling round the bend and threw himself on her.
"Jean! Scott said you weren't coming! Is that for me?" He spoke almost without taking a breath! (A/N I know Alex is nothing like this, but nine year old Alex is different!)
"Happy Birthday! It's for you." She handed him the present.
"All right! What is it? A potato chip gun! Brilliant! Thanks Jean! I'm going to go show Auntie Janie (foster mother). Scott's upstairs in his room. He's hardly come out since Monday. I hope he cheers up soon, he's no fun like this." With that, Alex raced off.
Jean went slowly up the stairs, her head pounding. The rail was worn from where she, Scott and Alex had slid down (not when Scott's foster parents had been there!). Her nerves mounting she pushed open Scott's door.
+ * * * * *
Scott lay on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through a gaming magazine. His room was abnormally tidy, as he tried his hardest to get on well with his foster parents, even though they were no where near as nice as his real ones.
His head was hurting, but that had happened so often he hardly noticed it any more. He looked at the picture of him and Jean that sat on his bookshelf, next to the one of his parents, him and Alex together by the sea. The one with him and Jean had been taken only a month ago, the one with his parents only a week before they died. He and Jean had been paint- balling when it was taken. They were covered from head to foot in paint, but they both wore huge grins.
He missed Jean. She had tried to apologise several times over the week, but he had ignored her every time. She had completely stopped talking to Duncan, and he knew that Taryn and Alice had been bitching about her behind her back. Yesterday he heard them telling someone she was crying in the girl's bathroom. He knew he couldn't stay mad much longer, whatever she had done, this was the longest fight they'd ever had. They normally made up after a couple of days maximum, simply because they both felt like half a person without the other. That was exactly how Scott felt now. He made up his mind to except her apology on Monday.
His door swung open and Jean stood there. Before he could say anything she started talking.
"Scott, I know your mad and I am so sorry. I miss you tonnes. I wasn't thinking and I have regretted it everyday this week."
He opened his mouth to tell her it was ok, but instead what came out was
"Piss off"
He saw her eyes fill with tears and she turned around and ran from the room.
"Crap, where did that come from." He said out loud before he ran after her.
* * * * *
Tears blinded Jean as she ran. She had no idea where she was going and to be honest she didn't really care. Her head pounded and behind her a little boy lost control of his soccer ball.
Scott raced to keep up with her, but she wasn't on the long distance team for nothing. Ahead she turned into an alley, he recognised it as a popular hangout for the thugs of the school, the Smith brothers. *Damn, you sure know how to pick a place to chat Jean* he thought to himself.
He turned into the alley and saw she had stopped.
"Jean, look I'm sor." He started, before suddenly his head was on fire. It was the worst it had ever been. He sank to his knees, clutching his hands to his temple.
"Scott? What's the matt." Jean screamed and sank to her knees, she moaned,
"My head."
Suddenly a voice made Scott jump and through a crack in his eye he saw Adam and Tom Smith appear from the darkness.
"Look what we have here!"
-Sorry for the slight cliff hanger, will they get beaten up? Hey this chapter is longer than the others put together!! Pls * am on knees begging* R+R, I love reviews!!!!
