Here we go! The next-to-the-last chapter of Hurting.
Not as alone
Jean was in her bedroom for the first time in nearly a month. After seeing how she was with Paige, everyone thought she had overcome her depression, or as Evan was putting it, her "Funk". Now she was putting her room back in order, not to difficult since the only thing that had happened to it was that the sheets, which had been blood stained, were stripped. She was making her beds with the usual hospital corners, when someone knocked on her door.
That someone didn't even wait for Jean to say, "Come in." Tabby just walked in, flipped a chair around and straddled it looking at Jean. "We need to talk," Tabby said, matter-of-factly. Jean had never seen Tabby this serious.
"Whats up?" Jean asked, sitting down on her newly made bed.
"I want to know when you are going to come out."
"What?" Jean wasn't sure that Tabby was talking about her secret so she decided to just hold off. "what are you talking about, I have only been in here twelve minutes.
"I mean of the closet Redd."
"How do you mean the closet?"
"Listen Jean," Tabby said as she began to gesticulate, something she did when she was annoyed. "I know your 'secret', so don't pretend with me."
"how did you know?" Jean asked, resolving that Tabby somehow knew.
"Picked you up on my 'Gay-Dar'" she said evenly.
"what?"
"You know, that sixth sense gays and lesbians have that shows them other gays and lesbians."
Jean just stared at Tabby who had not shown any hint of a humor. "Kidding, I noticed familiar patterns."
"So does that mean that you are . . ."
"Yep, I'm livin la vida lesbo," she practically shouted.
"And you're out?" Jean asked cautiously.
"Well, the entire teaching staff know, and the three girls I was with last night know . . . at least I think they know . . ." Jean's slack jaw told Tabby that she hadn't caught that last part as a joke. "Kidding, I haven't actually done anything beyond kissing yet. Unfortunately that kissing was with a guy, one who had no idea what he was doing. Jesus, you are easy pickin's, Grey."
"Sorry, I am still getting through the part about you being a lesbian." Jean rubbed her temples, she could feel the beginning of a headache.
"Don't worry, I was in denial at first too. One of the main parts of denial, and one of the things I recognized you do, is to distance yourself from other women. Why do you think I left the brotherhood when all the other women came? I mean, Mystique in her vinyl mini-skirt, and Wanda in her skin tight body suit . . . too much for a closet case to handle. I came back here, and told the Proff all 'bout it, and he convinced me to embrace it. You really should too. I even told Blue. I felt I owed him an apology for stringing him along and all, just before I left. He was cool about it though, probably mostly 'cause he's got that Amanda chick." Jean was in shock. Tabby continued talking, although by this time it had degraded into gossip. Jean just stared at the blonde girl she had thought she had nothing but a pair of chromosomes and a gene in common with.
"Hello?!" Tabby said rapping on Jean's head. Jean had spaced out and missed a question.
"Sorry, I was thinking. What was the question?"
"Same one I first asked; When are you comin' out?"
"Never" was on the tip of Jeans tongue, but she held it back. "What could it benefit if I did come out?" Jean asked.
"It would mean," said Tabby forcefully, "that you are being honest with yourself and your closest friends. You should at least tell Summers, in case him and Rogue don't work out. You know, so he don't come thinking he's got you."
"Mr. Logan knows, isn't that enough?" Tabby gave her an annoyed, but playful glare.
"But what if they think I'm a freak?" she said finally.
"Then I'll be a freak with ya, and they can go screw themselves, but I don't they'll say that. I garuantee that by the end of the week you tell them that you will have at least one blind date set up."
Jean chuckled a little, "that's what Mr. Logan said."
"You should trust us." Tabby's voice was different than it usually was, it was soft and gentle. "They aren't going to hurt you Jean. They would never hurt you. She may not return your feelings, but at least they know some of the truth."
Jean felt as if she had been shot, "She who?"
"The girl you're crushin'" Tabby said gently, "Rogue."
"How . . ."
"You aren't as opaque as you would like to think." Tabby's smile twisted a little, and her eyes and Jeans eyes didn't part until jean said, "Okay, I'll do it."
" 'At a girl," Tabby said hugging Jean, "Now are you gonna tell everyone?"
"Yeah, I'll let Logan tell the teachers, but I'll tell the others."
"way to go sweetie," Tabby said and planted a soft peck on her cheek. Jean's skin burned bright red. That was the best thing she had ever felt, with the possible exception of the time she and Rogue had shared headspace (A/N: Power Surge)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
how'ma I doin? please R/R!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not as alone
Jean was in her bedroom for the first time in nearly a month. After seeing how she was with Paige, everyone thought she had overcome her depression, or as Evan was putting it, her "Funk". Now she was putting her room back in order, not to difficult since the only thing that had happened to it was that the sheets, which had been blood stained, were stripped. She was making her beds with the usual hospital corners, when someone knocked on her door.
That someone didn't even wait for Jean to say, "Come in." Tabby just walked in, flipped a chair around and straddled it looking at Jean. "We need to talk," Tabby said, matter-of-factly. Jean had never seen Tabby this serious.
"Whats up?" Jean asked, sitting down on her newly made bed.
"I want to know when you are going to come out."
"What?" Jean wasn't sure that Tabby was talking about her secret so she decided to just hold off. "what are you talking about, I have only been in here twelve minutes.
"I mean of the closet Redd."
"How do you mean the closet?"
"Listen Jean," Tabby said as she began to gesticulate, something she did when she was annoyed. "I know your 'secret', so don't pretend with me."
"how did you know?" Jean asked, resolving that Tabby somehow knew.
"Picked you up on my 'Gay-Dar'" she said evenly.
"what?"
"You know, that sixth sense gays and lesbians have that shows them other gays and lesbians."
Jean just stared at Tabby who had not shown any hint of a humor. "Kidding, I noticed familiar patterns."
"So does that mean that you are . . ."
"Yep, I'm livin la vida lesbo," she practically shouted.
"And you're out?" Jean asked cautiously.
"Well, the entire teaching staff know, and the three girls I was with last night know . . . at least I think they know . . ." Jean's slack jaw told Tabby that she hadn't caught that last part as a joke. "Kidding, I haven't actually done anything beyond kissing yet. Unfortunately that kissing was with a guy, one who had no idea what he was doing. Jesus, you are easy pickin's, Grey."
"Sorry, I am still getting through the part about you being a lesbian." Jean rubbed her temples, she could feel the beginning of a headache.
"Don't worry, I was in denial at first too. One of the main parts of denial, and one of the things I recognized you do, is to distance yourself from other women. Why do you think I left the brotherhood when all the other women came? I mean, Mystique in her vinyl mini-skirt, and Wanda in her skin tight body suit . . . too much for a closet case to handle. I came back here, and told the Proff all 'bout it, and he convinced me to embrace it. You really should too. I even told Blue. I felt I owed him an apology for stringing him along and all, just before I left. He was cool about it though, probably mostly 'cause he's got that Amanda chick." Jean was in shock. Tabby continued talking, although by this time it had degraded into gossip. Jean just stared at the blonde girl she had thought she had nothing but a pair of chromosomes and a gene in common with.
"Hello?!" Tabby said rapping on Jean's head. Jean had spaced out and missed a question.
"Sorry, I was thinking. What was the question?"
"Same one I first asked; When are you comin' out?"
"Never" was on the tip of Jeans tongue, but she held it back. "What could it benefit if I did come out?" Jean asked.
"It would mean," said Tabby forcefully, "that you are being honest with yourself and your closest friends. You should at least tell Summers, in case him and Rogue don't work out. You know, so he don't come thinking he's got you."
"Mr. Logan knows, isn't that enough?" Tabby gave her an annoyed, but playful glare.
"But what if they think I'm a freak?" she said finally.
"Then I'll be a freak with ya, and they can go screw themselves, but I don't they'll say that. I garuantee that by the end of the week you tell them that you will have at least one blind date set up."
Jean chuckled a little, "that's what Mr. Logan said."
"You should trust us." Tabby's voice was different than it usually was, it was soft and gentle. "They aren't going to hurt you Jean. They would never hurt you. She may not return your feelings, but at least they know some of the truth."
Jean felt as if she had been shot, "She who?"
"The girl you're crushin'" Tabby said gently, "Rogue."
"How . . ."
"You aren't as opaque as you would like to think." Tabby's smile twisted a little, and her eyes and Jeans eyes didn't part until jean said, "Okay, I'll do it."
" 'At a girl," Tabby said hugging Jean, "Now are you gonna tell everyone?"
"Yeah, I'll let Logan tell the teachers, but I'll tell the others."
"way to go sweetie," Tabby said and planted a soft peck on her cheek. Jean's skin burned bright red. That was the best thing she had ever felt, with the possible exception of the time she and Rogue had shared headspace (A/N: Power Surge)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
how'ma I doin? please R/R!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
