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His Eyes Were Crimson

Chapter One: Like You Can Control Yours!

"Right, good job Kurt. Kitty, next time try to time your phasing so—"

"Geez, Scott, I tried!"

It had been a long, hard day for most of the X-Men, as one of their few days off from school had been spent training. Many had gladly welcomed the three-day weekend, as they were rare, but Scott Summers, had, of course, seen it as the perfect opportunity for more training.

Kurt had even almost forced him to change his name to Logan, claiming his dictatorship to be just as bad.

The latest session had not gone as planned, as Kitty had been having slight difficulties in controlling her power as of late.

"It's not like you can control your power…" Kitty added quietly, but loud enough for most in the room to hear. Scott turned to retort, but found he had no retort to offer and so remained silent.

"Just work on it, Shadowcat," he finally stated coldly. "Team dismissed."

With that, he stormed out of the danger room and to his own chambers.

"Maybe you shouldn't 'ave put it zat way…" Kurt noted quietly to Kitty as she glared at the closed door.

"Yeah, well, maybe he should, like, be a bit nicer," Kitty muttered.

"Which has nothing to do with his own powers," Jean added, crossing her arms. She watched as Kitty's face adopted a look of slight regret, but did not say anything. Jean sighed and also left the danger room in hopes of perhaps calming Scott.

"Well, since we aren't gonna be trainin' anymore…" Rogue trailed off, uncrossing her arms and also leaving the room. Evan and Kurt both followed suit, leaving Kitty to pout a bit, then shut down the danger room herself.

Scott was, not for the first time, grateful for the fact that his brother had sent him a punching bag last Christmas. He found it came in handy for situations like this, when the only thing that seemed right was to beat the crap out of something.

And thus he was, listening to Smashing Pumpkins on full blast on his radio and beating the stuffing—literally—out of the bag. The poor thing probably wouldn't last the night, but he knew he could get somebody to fix it or get a new one soon. Christmas was, after all, only a month or so away already.

The knock at the door went unheard by Scott as he continued to wrestle the punching bag, and so Jean was left to try and open the locked door by using her powers. She did so hate to interrupt him in his frustration, but she felt as if this were a time when he would really need it.

"Scott?" Jean asked, hoping to—though doubting she could—be heard over the music that could probably be heard three miles down the road. She was correct in her doubting, as Scott just continued to ignore her.

Scott!! She thought as telepathically loud as she could, trying to drown out the thoughts that he was projecting quite loudly.

He nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing her in his head, and he whirled around, finally acknowledging Jean. He fumbled for the remote to his radio and turned off the music, also adjusting his t-shirt, which had gotten twisted and wrinkled in his "training."

"Hey, Jean," he stated shyly, though a bit coldly. Jean assumed it meant he wanted her to leave, but she was not going to go anywhere until she had spoken to him.

"Hey, Scott…" Silence. Jean sighed before continuing. "Look, about what Kitty said—"

"It's not my fault, right?" Scott interrupted, crossing his arms.

"Hey, I'm the telepath here," Jean joked, issuing at least a slight chuckle from Scott. "But yes. It's not your fault, and she knows that. It's just frustrating for her, since she is just now experiencing the loss of control that you've delt with and handled your entire life." She winced and waited for his reply, hoping that she had said the right thing. You couldn't exactly read his emotion through his eyes, as you could with others.

Finally, he sighed and leaned against his bedside. "I know, Jean. But it's just as frustrating for me knowing that she's finally starting to appreciate the control she had, but it seems to have come too late. Makes me jealous, I guess…"

"Hey, I think I understand," Jean stated, pointing to her head. Scott laughed honestly, and stood upright.

"Yeah, I bet you do. Sorry if I was projecting so much…"

"No problem. Now, go get something to eat." She nudged her head at the door. "You haven't eaten since we started today. And I think Kurt may be raiding the closet sometime soon."

Scott laughed again and nodded, giving Jean's hand a light squeeze in thanks as he walked by her in the door. She smiled, making a mental tally of another battle won.

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Okieday, the beginning of my story. Review, please? I would like that very much!!