You know, I've realized something. This is supposed to focus on Jean and Scott, but I haven't done a single chapter on Scott yet. So, here it is! A chapter devoted entirely to our favorite X-Men leader. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or any of its characters. All other characters are mine and should not be used without permission.
If you don't change your beliefs, your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?
~Robert Anthony
Title: Two sides of the same coin
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG to PG-13
Part: 13/?
Date completed: June 17, 2003
*means telepathic thoughts*
//means normal thoughts//
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2:00 AM. The red numbers stared unblinkingly at Scott as he tried to get a few hours of sleep. But as hard as he tried, he kept thinking about Jean. And... Danny. Scott wasn't going to admit to anyone that he was insanely jealous, but it was true.
Scott finally gave up on sleep and got up. He left his room quietly and slipped down the hall, past the rooms and shadows that he had come to know so well. He made his way down to the kitchen, hoping that a midnight snack would calm his nerves.
After searching for a while, he finally found what he had been looking for: a jumbo sized frozen Twix bar hidden in a corner of the freezer. Scott pushed his glasses back onto his nose and closed the freezer door; already anticipating how nice the treat would taste.
Scott loved it when he was all by himself in the Institute. Especially at night. There was something magical about the darkness, the silence. He couldn't explain it, but somehow he knew that the darkness was not there to harm him.
After sitting down at the kitchen table, he unwrapped the bar and began to eat. Alone in his thoughts, he once again turned to Jean, and the problem he had. He had expected her to get on with her life. He knew that what he had done would hurt her very much. But he couldn't help it. There were times in life where you had to suffer. Scott had had his fair share of it already. And besides, what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger, right?
But, still... he felt guilt and anger for hurting Jean. She was the most important thing in the world to him, besides Alex and the other X-Men, and he would rather die than see her in pain.
But, what he hadn't expected is that she would find herself a new guy. She was beautiful and sweet, but Jean had always turned guys away, content to stay with him. And now that he had to work with "Mr. Military," he wasn't sure how this would affect their relationship.
A sound startled Scott from his brooding. To his utter surprise, Danny stood in the doorway. "Hey," Danny greeted him.
"Hey." Scott said back, focusing intently on his ice cream. Danny went over to the freezer and pulled out a gallon of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream. After putting a few scoops into a bowl, he came and stood by Scott.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" Without waiting for a reply, he took the seat across from him, also focusing intently on his ice cream. After a few minutes of silence, Scott looked up to find Danny staring intently at him.
"What?" Scott looked down at his shirt, then back up at him. "Do I have ice cream on my face or something?"
"Sorry... I was just thinking that I'd never really introduced myself. I'm Danny Morris." Danny held out his hand in greeting, and reluctantly Scott shook it.
"Scott Summers." Both of them went back to eating their ice cream, still not saying anything. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
"So... why do you wear those glasses?" Danny was doing his best to make conversation, but the battle lines between the two men had already been drawn.
"My eyes shoot out optic blast beams. The only way I can control them is by wearing these." Scott pointed to the glasses on his face. "But let me ask you a question. Why did you take interest in Jean? Was it because she's a mutant? Was it all a part of your little plan to "learn" about us?"
Danny held his hands up. "Whoa, easy on the accusations. Look, I didn't know Jean was a mutant at the time, okay? But, it doesn't matter. The only thing that's ever mattered to me is her happiness."
Scott stood up. "Well, I don't think she's very happy right now."
"Yeah. That's because you came back." Danny also stood up. Which was bad for him, because at 6'1" he still couldn't match Scott, who was 6'3".
"You don't know a thing about that," Scott accused. "I've known her a lot longer than you have. And I can tell what she's feeling. Trust me. One of us is going to have to go."
"Want to make a bet on it?" Danny smirked. "I think that when the time comes, you'll be out on your sorry butt, complaining about how unfair it is."
Scott turned to leave. "All right, this is kid's stuff. I'm out of here." But before he left, he turned back to Danny. "Just know that there are many things you don't know about her. Subconsciously, you'll never be able to accept her because of her mutation. I don't think she'd be willing to live the rest of her life with someone who would treat her like that. See you later." With that, Scott left the kitchen, the unfinished Twix bar back in the freezer.
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Ooh! A little rivalry is always good. ^.^ Please tell me how you liked this chapter. Feedback is always appreciated! Peace!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or any of its characters. All other characters are mine and should not be used without permission.
If you don't change your beliefs, your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?
~Robert Anthony
Title: Two sides of the same coin
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG to PG-13
Part: 13/?
Date completed: June 17, 2003
*means telepathic thoughts*
//means normal thoughts//
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
2:00 AM. The red numbers stared unblinkingly at Scott as he tried to get a few hours of sleep. But as hard as he tried, he kept thinking about Jean. And... Danny. Scott wasn't going to admit to anyone that he was insanely jealous, but it was true.
Scott finally gave up on sleep and got up. He left his room quietly and slipped down the hall, past the rooms and shadows that he had come to know so well. He made his way down to the kitchen, hoping that a midnight snack would calm his nerves.
After searching for a while, he finally found what he had been looking for: a jumbo sized frozen Twix bar hidden in a corner of the freezer. Scott pushed his glasses back onto his nose and closed the freezer door; already anticipating how nice the treat would taste.
Scott loved it when he was all by himself in the Institute. Especially at night. There was something magical about the darkness, the silence. He couldn't explain it, but somehow he knew that the darkness was not there to harm him.
After sitting down at the kitchen table, he unwrapped the bar and began to eat. Alone in his thoughts, he once again turned to Jean, and the problem he had. He had expected her to get on with her life. He knew that what he had done would hurt her very much. But he couldn't help it. There were times in life where you had to suffer. Scott had had his fair share of it already. And besides, what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger, right?
But, still... he felt guilt and anger for hurting Jean. She was the most important thing in the world to him, besides Alex and the other X-Men, and he would rather die than see her in pain.
But, what he hadn't expected is that she would find herself a new guy. She was beautiful and sweet, but Jean had always turned guys away, content to stay with him. And now that he had to work with "Mr. Military," he wasn't sure how this would affect their relationship.
A sound startled Scott from his brooding. To his utter surprise, Danny stood in the doorway. "Hey," Danny greeted him.
"Hey." Scott said back, focusing intently on his ice cream. Danny went over to the freezer and pulled out a gallon of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream. After putting a few scoops into a bowl, he came and stood by Scott.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" Without waiting for a reply, he took the seat across from him, also focusing intently on his ice cream. After a few minutes of silence, Scott looked up to find Danny staring intently at him.
"What?" Scott looked down at his shirt, then back up at him. "Do I have ice cream on my face or something?"
"Sorry... I was just thinking that I'd never really introduced myself. I'm Danny Morris." Danny held out his hand in greeting, and reluctantly Scott shook it.
"Scott Summers." Both of them went back to eating their ice cream, still not saying anything. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
"So... why do you wear those glasses?" Danny was doing his best to make conversation, but the battle lines between the two men had already been drawn.
"My eyes shoot out optic blast beams. The only way I can control them is by wearing these." Scott pointed to the glasses on his face. "But let me ask you a question. Why did you take interest in Jean? Was it because she's a mutant? Was it all a part of your little plan to "learn" about us?"
Danny held his hands up. "Whoa, easy on the accusations. Look, I didn't know Jean was a mutant at the time, okay? But, it doesn't matter. The only thing that's ever mattered to me is her happiness."
Scott stood up. "Well, I don't think she's very happy right now."
"Yeah. That's because you came back." Danny also stood up. Which was bad for him, because at 6'1" he still couldn't match Scott, who was 6'3".
"You don't know a thing about that," Scott accused. "I've known her a lot longer than you have. And I can tell what she's feeling. Trust me. One of us is going to have to go."
"Want to make a bet on it?" Danny smirked. "I think that when the time comes, you'll be out on your sorry butt, complaining about how unfair it is."
Scott turned to leave. "All right, this is kid's stuff. I'm out of here." But before he left, he turned back to Danny. "Just know that there are many things you don't know about her. Subconsciously, you'll never be able to accept her because of her mutation. I don't think she'd be willing to live the rest of her life with someone who would treat her like that. See you later." With that, Scott left the kitchen, the unfinished Twix bar back in the freezer.
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Ooh! A little rivalry is always good. ^.^ Please tell me how you liked this chapter. Feedback is always appreciated! Peace!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
