Okay, this chap is probably going to be shorter than the others but here it
is anyway.
Deepest, Truest, Purest Way a Man Can
Jean came to standing in a large field. 'damn,' she thought, 'I'm dream walking again!' Along with her other gifts, an unfortunate side effect of he telepathy was her occasional foray into other people's dreams. Her favorite dreams were Kurt's, he dreamt of the hills in Germany where the circus fold played with him. She hated being in Logan's dreams, they were always about the horrible day when he got his adamantium gift. Jean always held his hand, trying to give him some comfort, but she could tell he disliked her presence. The one dream she had wished she had never popped into had belonged to Cyclops. It had something to do with herself the professor, Rogue, and two very large bowls of jelly. She hadn't been able to look him in the eye for a week.
She at first thought that she was in one of Kurt's dreams, but she didn't hear the laughter of German children or see Amanda (a recent addition to his dreams) and then she looked up. There was a large pair of brown eyes in the sky, which meant that who ever was dreaming was watching this third person. She followed the gaze to a spot in the field and started to move toward it. She saw a figure lying in the tall grass, she was almost on the figure when she saw the face. She whirled around immediately and realized whose dream she was in. The face she had seen had been Wanda Maximoff's; she was in Toad's dream.
Knowing how much Todd chased Wanda, Jean wasn't eager to turn around. When she did she was surprised to see Wanda lying there fully clothed. Apparently she was asleep, with the deepest look of contentment on her face. she looked back at the eyes in the sky, and say that they were on the verge of tears. She could tell that Todd was happy just to see Wanda happy. Jean turned her attention back to the sleeper and smiled. This was a sweet dream. Jean lay down and tried something she hadn't done in anyone else's dream; sleep. The grass was soft. And as she drifted off she thought to her self, "this is proof that he loves Wanda, the truest, purest, deepest way a man can.
Well? This is the Todd/Wanda I was telling you about. I hope you enjoy it. And, as always, please R/R.
Deepest, Truest, Purest Way a Man Can
Jean came to standing in a large field. 'damn,' she thought, 'I'm dream walking again!' Along with her other gifts, an unfortunate side effect of he telepathy was her occasional foray into other people's dreams. Her favorite dreams were Kurt's, he dreamt of the hills in Germany where the circus fold played with him. She hated being in Logan's dreams, they were always about the horrible day when he got his adamantium gift. Jean always held his hand, trying to give him some comfort, but she could tell he disliked her presence. The one dream she had wished she had never popped into had belonged to Cyclops. It had something to do with herself the professor, Rogue, and two very large bowls of jelly. She hadn't been able to look him in the eye for a week.
She at first thought that she was in one of Kurt's dreams, but she didn't hear the laughter of German children or see Amanda (a recent addition to his dreams) and then she looked up. There was a large pair of brown eyes in the sky, which meant that who ever was dreaming was watching this third person. She followed the gaze to a spot in the field and started to move toward it. She saw a figure lying in the tall grass, she was almost on the figure when she saw the face. She whirled around immediately and realized whose dream she was in. The face she had seen had been Wanda Maximoff's; she was in Toad's dream.
Knowing how much Todd chased Wanda, Jean wasn't eager to turn around. When she did she was surprised to see Wanda lying there fully clothed. Apparently she was asleep, with the deepest look of contentment on her face. she looked back at the eyes in the sky, and say that they were on the verge of tears. She could tell that Todd was happy just to see Wanda happy. Jean turned her attention back to the sleeper and smiled. This was a sweet dream. Jean lay down and tried something she hadn't done in anyone else's dream; sleep. The grass was soft. And as she drifted off she thought to her self, "this is proof that he loves Wanda, the truest, purest, deepest way a man can.
Well? This is the Todd/Wanda I was telling you about. I hope you enjoy it. And, as always, please R/R.