Ocean Blue
by sweet like chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't profit from 'em.
Summary: The tenth anniversary of Scott's parents death is imminent. Who helps him through? (Way better than summary- I hope!)
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*She could feel the flames licking at the parachute behind her, she fell downwards towards earth. She could feel the loss searing through her, and her head thumped. Then there was nothing.*
Jean sat bolt upright in bed. Her heart raced. *Scott.* She climbed out of bed, still shaking from the shared nightmare. She remembered the sense of complete loss, complete hopelessness she had felt. This was not the first time she and Scott had shared a nightmare. In fact, since her power surge a couple of months ago, they had often shared dreams. This was the most intense one she had ever felt. It was like she was actually there. She stopped stock still as she realised. It was not just a nightmare, but a memory, Scott's memory. She hurried along the corridor. If the desolation she had felt was anything to go by, Scott must be feeling awful. He didn't talk about his parents deaths often, but when he did he became very emotional, a completely different person from the calm, collected leader everyone saw. She knew it still upset him greatly, his complete helplessness. She knew that she and the professor were the only ones to have ever seen Scott cry. He didn't want anyone to know he had a weak side.
She turned into his room, she could hear him crying. She felt tears prick at her own eyes, she wished she could share his sorrow. As she came into the room, words were not needed. She sat next to him on the bed and held him. It felt wonderfully right. She curled up next to him and cried with him. Eventually she felt his mind relax, he was sleeping. She stayed with him till morning, then crept back to her own room. They hadn't spoken a word to each other through out the entire night.
*~*~*~*~*
Scott sat in French, but his mind couldn't be further away. He felt enclosed, trapped, he wondered how Jean was. He remembered the strange rush of emotions he had felt when she held him. He had felt safe, but at the same time guilty for feeling better, when his parents were never going to come back. Scott shook his head, trying to clear it, he needed to get out of here. He raised his hand
*~*~*~*~*
Jean had never concentrated less. Although Geometry was one of her best subjects, she could not focus. She wondered what Scott was feeling. She sat staring out of the window, the storm clouds gathered low. They seemed to echo her mood. She needed to find Scott. *I'll look for him at lunch* she thought.
"Miss Grey, would you like to explain the problem on the board."
*Shit* Jean turned round and returned her attention to the class, missing Scott driving out of school.
*~*~*~*~*
The breeze blew through Scott's hair, and he felt better for the first time in weeks. He knew the storm was about to break but he couldn't care less, it felt good to chuck responsibility over his shoulder. He had no idea where he was heading, he just knew he had to drive
*~*~*~*~*
Jean raced through the corridors. She was worried. Scott hadn't been at lunch, and she couldn't find him anywhere. She spotted Kurt and Kitty standing next to each other talking.
"Kurt, Kitty. Have you seen Scott? It's really important."
"He vasn't at lunch vas he. I don't think I've seen him since this morning. He had French last period though, maybe you should find someone who takes it with him."
"He's been really distracted all day. He's probably, like bunked off."
Kurt did a double take.
"Are ve talking about the same Scott? Ven was the last time you saw Scott do anything without thinking about it for twenty minutes first! He's the least spontaneous person I know. The day Scott bunks off is the day Rogue wears pink." At that moment Rogue came round the corner struggling with a pink scarf round her neck.
"Ah told ye Risty, ah don't wear pink. I don't care whether it looks good or not"
Kitty looked triumphantly at Kurt.
".voluntarily." He finished.
"Kurt, you're like the least observant person ever. Scott was acting completely strange at breakfast, he hardly ate anything."
"I'm only unobservant ven there's better things to be doing."
"Like what?"
"Eating!" Kurt looked around to make sure they were alone and ported out.
Kitty let out an exasperated sigh and turned to speak to Jean. There was no one there.
"Well, be like that." She phased in to the nearby bathroom, checking it was empty first.
*~*~*~*~*
Jean braced herself and walked up to Duncan. He was the only one she could think of who had French with Scott.
"Duncan, where's Scott."
"Hey babe." He put his arm round her, and she quickly shrugged it off.
"Scott, my best friend. He wears red shades. Where is he?"
"Oh Summers, he went out in French and never came back. So do you want to catch a movie after school on Friday."
Jean had already gone.
*~*~*~*~*
Jean sat in the library and concentrated. She focused on Scott. His character, his looks, she carefully built up an image of him in her mind. It was suprisingly easy. For many people it took her an hour to build up a perfect image, but Scott's was ready in a matter of minutes. She searched through her head until she felt her link with Scott. She focused on both the link and the image, and soon images began rushing through her head. A young Scott hugged his mother, played football with a five year old Alex, jumped out of the plane, an older Scott struggled to close his eyes- red beams poured forth, talked to the professor, met her. She searched through them till she found what she was looking for. Present day Scott was sitting on the beach looking out to sea. *Kurt* she sent out a mental call *can you port me to the institute to pick up my car. I'm in the library.*
Seconds and a puff of blue smoke later, Kurt appeared.
"At your service."
*~*~*~*~*
Good, not good. Please tell me!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't profit from 'em.
Summary: The tenth anniversary of Scott's parents death is imminent. Who helps him through? (Way better than summary- I hope!)
*~*~*~*~*~*
*She could feel the flames licking at the parachute behind her, she fell downwards towards earth. She could feel the loss searing through her, and her head thumped. Then there was nothing.*
Jean sat bolt upright in bed. Her heart raced. *Scott.* She climbed out of bed, still shaking from the shared nightmare. She remembered the sense of complete loss, complete hopelessness she had felt. This was not the first time she and Scott had shared a nightmare. In fact, since her power surge a couple of months ago, they had often shared dreams. This was the most intense one she had ever felt. It was like she was actually there. She stopped stock still as she realised. It was not just a nightmare, but a memory, Scott's memory. She hurried along the corridor. If the desolation she had felt was anything to go by, Scott must be feeling awful. He didn't talk about his parents deaths often, but when he did he became very emotional, a completely different person from the calm, collected leader everyone saw. She knew it still upset him greatly, his complete helplessness. She knew that she and the professor were the only ones to have ever seen Scott cry. He didn't want anyone to know he had a weak side.
She turned into his room, she could hear him crying. She felt tears prick at her own eyes, she wished she could share his sorrow. As she came into the room, words were not needed. She sat next to him on the bed and held him. It felt wonderfully right. She curled up next to him and cried with him. Eventually she felt his mind relax, he was sleeping. She stayed with him till morning, then crept back to her own room. They hadn't spoken a word to each other through out the entire night.
*~*~*~*~*
Scott sat in French, but his mind couldn't be further away. He felt enclosed, trapped, he wondered how Jean was. He remembered the strange rush of emotions he had felt when she held him. He had felt safe, but at the same time guilty for feeling better, when his parents were never going to come back. Scott shook his head, trying to clear it, he needed to get out of here. He raised his hand
*~*~*~*~*
Jean had never concentrated less. Although Geometry was one of her best subjects, she could not focus. She wondered what Scott was feeling. She sat staring out of the window, the storm clouds gathered low. They seemed to echo her mood. She needed to find Scott. *I'll look for him at lunch* she thought.
"Miss Grey, would you like to explain the problem on the board."
*Shit* Jean turned round and returned her attention to the class, missing Scott driving out of school.
*~*~*~*~*
The breeze blew through Scott's hair, and he felt better for the first time in weeks. He knew the storm was about to break but he couldn't care less, it felt good to chuck responsibility over his shoulder. He had no idea where he was heading, he just knew he had to drive
*~*~*~*~*
Jean raced through the corridors. She was worried. Scott hadn't been at lunch, and she couldn't find him anywhere. She spotted Kurt and Kitty standing next to each other talking.
"Kurt, Kitty. Have you seen Scott? It's really important."
"He vasn't at lunch vas he. I don't think I've seen him since this morning. He had French last period though, maybe you should find someone who takes it with him."
"He's been really distracted all day. He's probably, like bunked off."
Kurt did a double take.
"Are ve talking about the same Scott? Ven was the last time you saw Scott do anything without thinking about it for twenty minutes first! He's the least spontaneous person I know. The day Scott bunks off is the day Rogue wears pink." At that moment Rogue came round the corner struggling with a pink scarf round her neck.
"Ah told ye Risty, ah don't wear pink. I don't care whether it looks good or not"
Kitty looked triumphantly at Kurt.
".voluntarily." He finished.
"Kurt, you're like the least observant person ever. Scott was acting completely strange at breakfast, he hardly ate anything."
"I'm only unobservant ven there's better things to be doing."
"Like what?"
"Eating!" Kurt looked around to make sure they were alone and ported out.
Kitty let out an exasperated sigh and turned to speak to Jean. There was no one there.
"Well, be like that." She phased in to the nearby bathroom, checking it was empty first.
*~*~*~*~*
Jean braced herself and walked up to Duncan. He was the only one she could think of who had French with Scott.
"Duncan, where's Scott."
"Hey babe." He put his arm round her, and she quickly shrugged it off.
"Scott, my best friend. He wears red shades. Where is he?"
"Oh Summers, he went out in French and never came back. So do you want to catch a movie after school on Friday."
Jean had already gone.
*~*~*~*~*
Jean sat in the library and concentrated. She focused on Scott. His character, his looks, she carefully built up an image of him in her mind. It was suprisingly easy. For many people it took her an hour to build up a perfect image, but Scott's was ready in a matter of minutes. She searched through her head until she felt her link with Scott. She focused on both the link and the image, and soon images began rushing through her head. A young Scott hugged his mother, played football with a five year old Alex, jumped out of the plane, an older Scott struggled to close his eyes- red beams poured forth, talked to the professor, met her. She searched through them till she found what she was looking for. Present day Scott was sitting on the beach looking out to sea. *Kurt* she sent out a mental call *can you port me to the institute to pick up my car. I'm in the library.*
Seconds and a puff of blue smoke later, Kurt appeared.
"At your service."
*~*~*~*~*
Good, not good. Please tell me!