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!)
*~*~*~*~*
Jean looked above her, as a distant clap of thunder warned her of the impending storm. As she drew up beside Scott's convertible she could already see him, sitting next to the sea. He looked damp, so she took a towel from the boot of the car (A/N Hey, she's prepared!), and advanced towards him. He was so lost in thought he did not hear her approach. She took her shoes off and wriggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of the sand between them. She hadn't been to the sea in an age, shame about the weather! She came from behind him and put her hands in front of his eyes.
"Guess who!" His eyes were wet. She knew he had been crying.
"Jean," he looked completely nonplussed, "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at school?"
"Shouldn't you?" She retaliated. "Anyway," she grinned flirtatiously. "Schools no fun without you there!"
Scott ignored the strange butterfly feeling her words had given him, and shrugged, not looking at her. "I, I, just had to get away." He hoped she'd understand. Instead of the question he'd been expecting he got,
"Scoot."
"Huh."
"You know, move. You obviously don't want to go back to institute, and to be honest neither do I, but I refuse to sit on wet sand, so move while I put the towel down." Scott was in such a state of shock from her words he moved without thinking. Jean laid down the towel and snuggled up to him. He put his arm around her, and together they looked out to sea.
"That's better." Jean whispered, certain she had never been more comfortable in her life.
*~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later, and the first drops of rain began to fall. Scott broke the silence.
"I suppose we should go back." He didn't sound particularly excited at the prospect.
"Why?"
"Well, we're kinda getting wet, if you hadn't noticed!"
"We're already getting wet from the sea." Jean pointed out. "It can't hurt us to get any wetter."
"What happened to Miss-I-can't-sit-on-wet-sand?" Scott teased, turning to face her. Her face was very close to his, and his stomach jolted.
"Maybe she's very comfortable where she is." Jean moved forward, so only inches separated their lips. (A/N I thought about leaving it there, but that would be cruel wouldn't it!)
Scott leant down and brushed his lips against hers, and for a moment time stood still. Jean was aware of utter perfection, sitting on a beach, in the rain, kissing Scott came at the top of her all time favourite moments in time.
Then he cut it short suddenly, and stood up abruptly. Jean felt at a jolt at her stomach, maybe he didn't like her? Maybe he just wanted to be friends, and that whole thing was a mistake.
"It's been ten years exactly today." Scott's voice broke the silence for the second time that day.
For a moment Jean couldn't work out what he meant, 10 years since what. Then it began to add up. The nightmare, the bunking off school,
"I can't imagine what it was like for you."
Scott struggled for words to convey what he was feeling.
"It was like, all my stability, everything that kept me safe from harm, was gone. Just like that, in one second, everything that mattered was gone. And all that I could think of was, why them? Why not me? What did I do that meant I survived and they didn't?"
"You were you." Jean's voice answered him. "Scott, your parents loved you enough to sacrifice themselves for you and Alex. They sacrificed the most important things in the world for you. They couldn't have done that unless they loved you more than life itself."
Scott didn't answer for a while. Then he spoke in a far away voice, and she knew he was remembering.
"We used to come here all the time. Until today I hadn't come since the crash. It was as if all the happy memories were now sad ones, because we couldn't create any more." He went on quickly. "I'm sorry I've been difficult these last days. I've had a lot of nightmares."
"I know, I shared them, remember."
He continued as if she hadn't spoken.
"It's just every time I feel happy, I feel guilty, because they can never be there to be happy and have fun."
Jean finally understood why he had broken the kiss.
"Scott, your parents cared enough to sacrifice themselves for you. They wouldn't want you not to be happy just because they're not there to see it and experience it for themselves. Imagine if you gave up your life for someone, and then all they did was worry about the fact you weren't there. Your parents would want you to enjoy life, after all they gave up theirs for yours, they wouldn't want yours to be wasted too."
Scott grinned wryly at her.
"I never thought of it like that."
"They would want you to remember your time together happily, because at least you had it." She stood up and walked towards him. "They especially wouldn't want you to avoid places they loved, because they loved them. They would want you to create new happy memories there."
He walked towards her, so they stood very close; the rain fell hard around them.
"I've an idea how to do that."
Jean felt her breath catch in her throat.
"How's that then?"
"Like this." With that he started tickling her.
"Scott, stop it. Scott I'm warning you." With that Jean threw him into the water telekinetically.
"Jean I'm all wet."
"Scott, it's impossible to get any wetter than we already are." Jean pointed at the sky, which was pouring down rain upon them. She held out her hand to pull Scott up.
"We'll see about that." Scott pulled her down next to him.
"Ew, seaweed. Scott you are so dead." She scooped up seaweed and dumped it on him. Soon they were having a huge seaweed/water fight in the rain. *~*~*~*~*
*Bamf*
The three teenagers that appeared were immediately soaked.
"Ew, couldn't this have waited until after the storm."
"Look zis is an easy vay to get out of ze danger room session."
"Speak for yourself. Ah didn't hav danger room session, why am ah here?"
"You can absorb my power and teleport back to ze institute to tell de professor where ze runaways are."
"Well why am I here then, Danger room has got to be better than like getting this wet."
"I got ze feeling Volverine did not trust me to stay vith them. I zink he thought I vould go and get a burger or something."
Rouge raised her eyebrows. "Like that's never happened before."
"It vas only vonce. I vas hungry!"
Kitty looked at him questioningly.
"Why are you here then? Rouge could just have easily absorbed your powers at the mansion."
Kurt laughed guiltily.
"Ja, about that. I'm not actually meant to be here- but hey, no one cuts de fuzzy dude out of de action."
"For God's sake Kurt, you make it sound like they broke out of jail or something."
"Vell, it's serious, who are the last people who you would expect to bunk of school?"
"Ah'm guessin' the answers Miss Perfect and her boyfriend."
"Their not going out, they are so unbelievably slow like that."
"Uh guys, I vouldn't be so sure about that."
*~*~*~*~*
Scott looked down on Jean, her hair was soaked, and it clung to her forehead wetly, she was slightly out of breath, and her face was flushed. He felt his breath catch in his throat, *She's beautiful. * "Hey, I'm a telepath here, can you think a bit quieter?" She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes coyly, "Not that I mind what you were thinking about."
She remembered their current position, Scott had pinned her down, and no matter what she tried she couldn't get free.
"Scott, please let me go, I'm getting sand up my top, and it's all itchy, can sand make permanent."
Scott looked down at her
"Jean shut up."
He captured her lips with his, and Jean immediately stopped struggling and relaxed into his hold.
*~*~*~*~*
"Ew, ah'm outa here, I did not come on this trip to see Miss Perfect make out with her boyfriend." Rouge stripped off her glove, and touched Kurt briefly. Then she was gone.
"This is so cool, they are so right for each other, I wonder how long its been going on, do you think its just happened. Is this why they bunked off?" Kitty paused for breath, and noticed Kurt staring at her.
"How do you have time to breath?" He grabbed her hand, and Kitty's stomach jolted at the feeling of his furry hands on her smooth ones *what's going on? * she thought.
"Let's visit de lovebirds shall ve?"
*Bamf*
*~*~*~*~*
Jean was in ecstasy, there was no other word for it, Scott nervously slid his tongue into her mouth, and she groaned under the feelings it produced. She wanted him she realised, with an urgency she had never felt before. Her tongue danced with his, and she felt both their passions rise. She was determined to learn the most intimate details of his mouth, as she slid her tongue round and round.
"Ahem."
Jean and Scott broke apart guiltily, to see two soaked teenagers staring at them.
"You haben something zu tell us, nein."
Jean's cheeks flushed.
"Exactly how long have you guys been standing there?"
"Here, like not long, but up there." Kitty pointed to their original position, "Quite long!"
Scott was slightly less flustered.
"Are you sure you guys don't have something to tell us?" He pointed at Kurt and Kitty, who realised they were still holding hands.. They dropped them quickly.
"Like don't be silly, we just ported in!"
"Anyvay, ve aren't die ones who vere making out on a beach, in de middle of a storm!" As if to echo his point, a huge clap of thunder crashed through the sky, causing them all to jump out of their skin. Suddenly sunlight streamed through the clouds.
"I doubt that's natural." Scott announced to nobody in particular.
"I'm not complaining." The warm sunlight fell on the bedraggled teens.
"That was so quick, I swear Rogue only left five minutes ago." Kitty waved at the X-jet, as it began its descent.
Kurt suddenly began to look very worried.
"Keety, vat is die likelihood, de professor und Storm came on their own."
For a minute Kitty couldn't understand, but all was made clear when a booming voice came from the opening door of the jet.
"Elf, if you port anywhere, you are not goin to see the outside of the danger room for the next year."
"I am so dead."
*~*~*~*~*
Five minutes later, and all four were sitting in the jet, with towels wrapped around them and hot mugs of cocoa, courtesy of Storm. Wolverine and Kurt were having a lengthily 'discussion' about the importance of danger room sessions, which mainly involved lengthily punishments, and Kurt appealing to the professor every 10 seconds, and the punishments being shortened by varied amounts of time, several weeks, in one case, ("really Logan he has other concerns you know"). Kitty, Scott and Jean were being lectured about the dangers of being out side in storm, as Kitty had unfortunately asked Storm how exactly getting a bit wet could harm them.
Scott whispered something in Jean's ear, and she immediately started having a coughing fit. Storm immediately started clucking over her (while at the same time remarking to Kitty, that this was the harm getting 'a bit' wet did). Unnoticed by anyone except the professor, who let him go, Scott slipped out of the jet.
He made his way back down to the sea, and stood staring at his reflection, distorted by the constantly moving water, and the rain falling. For a moment it looked as if it was not his present day reflection, but that of ten years ago. Then the two merged together, only to be washed away by the incoming swell. He spoke out loud, breaking the silence,
"I still miss you, I don't think there will ever be a time when I don't, but I don't think I'm angry at you any more." He took a deep breath. "I understand, and I'll try and live life to the full now, and not regret a second."
"Scott, come on, we're leaving."
He took one last look out to sea.
"Good bye."
*~*~*~*~*
Katherine Anne Summers looked up at her husband, where they stood in the water. It was pouring with rain, but they were not wet at all, and they almost seemed to glow. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears.
"I think he turned out just fine, don't you?" The love in her husband's eyes echoed that Scott had seen in the plane that fateful day.
"To be honest, I don't think we could have done a better job ourselves."
A red haired girl joined Scott and rested her head on his shoulder; he put his arm round her.
"They're in love aren't they?"
"I'd say so."
Katherine looked at the girl and noticed the closeness between her and Scott.
"I think we'd like her."
"I think so too."
They watched silently, as Scott and the red haired girl were joined at the door by a man in a wheel chair, a beautiful woman with white hair, a burly man who was glaring at a boy who seemed to be blue, who was holding a brown- haired girl's hand.
"He has two families now."
Christopher hugged his wife close.
"I think he has enough love to go around."
They watched as one by one the rest of Scott's 'family' left, leaving him and the red haired girl standing at the door.
Simultaneously, without consulting each other Katherine and Christopher waved goodbye to their eldest son, before blurring in with the rain and disappearing altogether, leaving only the wind and the gulls to watch over the shore.
*~*~*~*~*
Scott squinted, through the rain and mist; he could swear he saw two figures standing waving. He smiled, suddenly feeling incredibly happy. He turned to Jean,
"So about our first date."
Laughing, the two teenagers made their way into the jet. Abruptly and simultaneously, without consulting each other, they stopped and through the gap in the door, they waved. Their hands found each other and smiling they intertwined their fingers, and walked slowly over to their seats.
"Let's go home."
*~*~*~*~*
- Ok guys I think that's it. I might continue it, but it will just be like a Scott/Jean romance, with a bit of Kurrty on the side! I'm going away for two and a half weeks now, so that will be the last update for quite a while, I'll think up some new ideas while I'm away! I hope everybody who reads my story has a great summer vacation. I'm off to Canada for two weeks, though we'll probably cross over the border and go to Seattle for a couple of days. I can't wait!
Please R+R my story and have a great summer!
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!)
*~*~*~*~*
Jean looked above her, as a distant clap of thunder warned her of the impending storm. As she drew up beside Scott's convertible she could already see him, sitting next to the sea. He looked damp, so she took a towel from the boot of the car (A/N Hey, she's prepared!), and advanced towards him. He was so lost in thought he did not hear her approach. She took her shoes off and wriggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of the sand between them. She hadn't been to the sea in an age, shame about the weather! She came from behind him and put her hands in front of his eyes.
"Guess who!" His eyes were wet. She knew he had been crying.
"Jean," he looked completely nonplussed, "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at school?"
"Shouldn't you?" She retaliated. "Anyway," she grinned flirtatiously. "Schools no fun without you there!"
Scott ignored the strange butterfly feeling her words had given him, and shrugged, not looking at her. "I, I, just had to get away." He hoped she'd understand. Instead of the question he'd been expecting he got,
"Scoot."
"Huh."
"You know, move. You obviously don't want to go back to institute, and to be honest neither do I, but I refuse to sit on wet sand, so move while I put the towel down." Scott was in such a state of shock from her words he moved without thinking. Jean laid down the towel and snuggled up to him. He put his arm around her, and together they looked out to sea.
"That's better." Jean whispered, certain she had never been more comfortable in her life.
*~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later, and the first drops of rain began to fall. Scott broke the silence.
"I suppose we should go back." He didn't sound particularly excited at the prospect.
"Why?"
"Well, we're kinda getting wet, if you hadn't noticed!"
"We're already getting wet from the sea." Jean pointed out. "It can't hurt us to get any wetter."
"What happened to Miss-I-can't-sit-on-wet-sand?" Scott teased, turning to face her. Her face was very close to his, and his stomach jolted.
"Maybe she's very comfortable where she is." Jean moved forward, so only inches separated their lips. (A/N I thought about leaving it there, but that would be cruel wouldn't it!)
Scott leant down and brushed his lips against hers, and for a moment time stood still. Jean was aware of utter perfection, sitting on a beach, in the rain, kissing Scott came at the top of her all time favourite moments in time.
Then he cut it short suddenly, and stood up abruptly. Jean felt at a jolt at her stomach, maybe he didn't like her? Maybe he just wanted to be friends, and that whole thing was a mistake.
"It's been ten years exactly today." Scott's voice broke the silence for the second time that day.
For a moment Jean couldn't work out what he meant, 10 years since what. Then it began to add up. The nightmare, the bunking off school,
"I can't imagine what it was like for you."
Scott struggled for words to convey what he was feeling.
"It was like, all my stability, everything that kept me safe from harm, was gone. Just like that, in one second, everything that mattered was gone. And all that I could think of was, why them? Why not me? What did I do that meant I survived and they didn't?"
"You were you." Jean's voice answered him. "Scott, your parents loved you enough to sacrifice themselves for you and Alex. They sacrificed the most important things in the world for you. They couldn't have done that unless they loved you more than life itself."
Scott didn't answer for a while. Then he spoke in a far away voice, and she knew he was remembering.
"We used to come here all the time. Until today I hadn't come since the crash. It was as if all the happy memories were now sad ones, because we couldn't create any more." He went on quickly. "I'm sorry I've been difficult these last days. I've had a lot of nightmares."
"I know, I shared them, remember."
He continued as if she hadn't spoken.
"It's just every time I feel happy, I feel guilty, because they can never be there to be happy and have fun."
Jean finally understood why he had broken the kiss.
"Scott, your parents cared enough to sacrifice themselves for you. They wouldn't want you not to be happy just because they're not there to see it and experience it for themselves. Imagine if you gave up your life for someone, and then all they did was worry about the fact you weren't there. Your parents would want you to enjoy life, after all they gave up theirs for yours, they wouldn't want yours to be wasted too."
Scott grinned wryly at her.
"I never thought of it like that."
"They would want you to remember your time together happily, because at least you had it." She stood up and walked towards him. "They especially wouldn't want you to avoid places they loved, because they loved them. They would want you to create new happy memories there."
He walked towards her, so they stood very close; the rain fell hard around them.
"I've an idea how to do that."
Jean felt her breath catch in her throat.
"How's that then?"
"Like this." With that he started tickling her.
"Scott, stop it. Scott I'm warning you." With that Jean threw him into the water telekinetically.
"Jean I'm all wet."
"Scott, it's impossible to get any wetter than we already are." Jean pointed at the sky, which was pouring down rain upon them. She held out her hand to pull Scott up.
"We'll see about that." Scott pulled her down next to him.
"Ew, seaweed. Scott you are so dead." She scooped up seaweed and dumped it on him. Soon they were having a huge seaweed/water fight in the rain. *~*~*~*~*
*Bamf*
The three teenagers that appeared were immediately soaked.
"Ew, couldn't this have waited until after the storm."
"Look zis is an easy vay to get out of ze danger room session."
"Speak for yourself. Ah didn't hav danger room session, why am ah here?"
"You can absorb my power and teleport back to ze institute to tell de professor where ze runaways are."
"Well why am I here then, Danger room has got to be better than like getting this wet."
"I got ze feeling Volverine did not trust me to stay vith them. I zink he thought I vould go and get a burger or something."
Rouge raised her eyebrows. "Like that's never happened before."
"It vas only vonce. I vas hungry!"
Kitty looked at him questioningly.
"Why are you here then? Rouge could just have easily absorbed your powers at the mansion."
Kurt laughed guiltily.
"Ja, about that. I'm not actually meant to be here- but hey, no one cuts de fuzzy dude out of de action."
"For God's sake Kurt, you make it sound like they broke out of jail or something."
"Vell, it's serious, who are the last people who you would expect to bunk of school?"
"Ah'm guessin' the answers Miss Perfect and her boyfriend."
"Their not going out, they are so unbelievably slow like that."
"Uh guys, I vouldn't be so sure about that."
*~*~*~*~*
Scott looked down on Jean, her hair was soaked, and it clung to her forehead wetly, she was slightly out of breath, and her face was flushed. He felt his breath catch in his throat, *She's beautiful. * "Hey, I'm a telepath here, can you think a bit quieter?" She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes coyly, "Not that I mind what you were thinking about."
She remembered their current position, Scott had pinned her down, and no matter what she tried she couldn't get free.
"Scott, please let me go, I'm getting sand up my top, and it's all itchy, can sand make permanent."
Scott looked down at her
"Jean shut up."
He captured her lips with his, and Jean immediately stopped struggling and relaxed into his hold.
*~*~*~*~*
"Ew, ah'm outa here, I did not come on this trip to see Miss Perfect make out with her boyfriend." Rouge stripped off her glove, and touched Kurt briefly. Then she was gone.
"This is so cool, they are so right for each other, I wonder how long its been going on, do you think its just happened. Is this why they bunked off?" Kitty paused for breath, and noticed Kurt staring at her.
"How do you have time to breath?" He grabbed her hand, and Kitty's stomach jolted at the feeling of his furry hands on her smooth ones *what's going on? * she thought.
"Let's visit de lovebirds shall ve?"
*Bamf*
*~*~*~*~*
Jean was in ecstasy, there was no other word for it, Scott nervously slid his tongue into her mouth, and she groaned under the feelings it produced. She wanted him she realised, with an urgency she had never felt before. Her tongue danced with his, and she felt both their passions rise. She was determined to learn the most intimate details of his mouth, as she slid her tongue round and round.
"Ahem."
Jean and Scott broke apart guiltily, to see two soaked teenagers staring at them.
"You haben something zu tell us, nein."
Jean's cheeks flushed.
"Exactly how long have you guys been standing there?"
"Here, like not long, but up there." Kitty pointed to their original position, "Quite long!"
Scott was slightly less flustered.
"Are you sure you guys don't have something to tell us?" He pointed at Kurt and Kitty, who realised they were still holding hands.. They dropped them quickly.
"Like don't be silly, we just ported in!"
"Anyvay, ve aren't die ones who vere making out on a beach, in de middle of a storm!" As if to echo his point, a huge clap of thunder crashed through the sky, causing them all to jump out of their skin. Suddenly sunlight streamed through the clouds.
"I doubt that's natural." Scott announced to nobody in particular.
"I'm not complaining." The warm sunlight fell on the bedraggled teens.
"That was so quick, I swear Rogue only left five minutes ago." Kitty waved at the X-jet, as it began its descent.
Kurt suddenly began to look very worried.
"Keety, vat is die likelihood, de professor und Storm came on their own."
For a minute Kitty couldn't understand, but all was made clear when a booming voice came from the opening door of the jet.
"Elf, if you port anywhere, you are not goin to see the outside of the danger room for the next year."
"I am so dead."
*~*~*~*~*
Five minutes later, and all four were sitting in the jet, with towels wrapped around them and hot mugs of cocoa, courtesy of Storm. Wolverine and Kurt were having a lengthily 'discussion' about the importance of danger room sessions, which mainly involved lengthily punishments, and Kurt appealing to the professor every 10 seconds, and the punishments being shortened by varied amounts of time, several weeks, in one case, ("really Logan he has other concerns you know"). Kitty, Scott and Jean were being lectured about the dangers of being out side in storm, as Kitty had unfortunately asked Storm how exactly getting a bit wet could harm them.
Scott whispered something in Jean's ear, and she immediately started having a coughing fit. Storm immediately started clucking over her (while at the same time remarking to Kitty, that this was the harm getting 'a bit' wet did). Unnoticed by anyone except the professor, who let him go, Scott slipped out of the jet.
He made his way back down to the sea, and stood staring at his reflection, distorted by the constantly moving water, and the rain falling. For a moment it looked as if it was not his present day reflection, but that of ten years ago. Then the two merged together, only to be washed away by the incoming swell. He spoke out loud, breaking the silence,
"I still miss you, I don't think there will ever be a time when I don't, but I don't think I'm angry at you any more." He took a deep breath. "I understand, and I'll try and live life to the full now, and not regret a second."
"Scott, come on, we're leaving."
He took one last look out to sea.
"Good bye."
*~*~*~*~*
Katherine Anne Summers looked up at her husband, where they stood in the water. It was pouring with rain, but they were not wet at all, and they almost seemed to glow. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears.
"I think he turned out just fine, don't you?" The love in her husband's eyes echoed that Scott had seen in the plane that fateful day.
"To be honest, I don't think we could have done a better job ourselves."
A red haired girl joined Scott and rested her head on his shoulder; he put his arm round her.
"They're in love aren't they?"
"I'd say so."
Katherine looked at the girl and noticed the closeness between her and Scott.
"I think we'd like her."
"I think so too."
They watched silently, as Scott and the red haired girl were joined at the door by a man in a wheel chair, a beautiful woman with white hair, a burly man who was glaring at a boy who seemed to be blue, who was holding a brown- haired girl's hand.
"He has two families now."
Christopher hugged his wife close.
"I think he has enough love to go around."
They watched as one by one the rest of Scott's 'family' left, leaving him and the red haired girl standing at the door.
Simultaneously, without consulting each other Katherine and Christopher waved goodbye to their eldest son, before blurring in with the rain and disappearing altogether, leaving only the wind and the gulls to watch over the shore.
*~*~*~*~*
Scott squinted, through the rain and mist; he could swear he saw two figures standing waving. He smiled, suddenly feeling incredibly happy. He turned to Jean,
"So about our first date."
Laughing, the two teenagers made their way into the jet. Abruptly and simultaneously, without consulting each other, they stopped and through the gap in the door, they waved. Their hands found each other and smiling they intertwined their fingers, and walked slowly over to their seats.
"Let's go home."
*~*~*~*~*
- Ok guys I think that's it. I might continue it, but it will just be like a Scott/Jean romance, with a bit of Kurrty on the side! I'm going away for two and a half weeks now, so that will be the last update for quite a while, I'll think up some new ideas while I'm away! I hope everybody who reads my story has a great summer vacation. I'm off to Canada for two weeks, though we'll probably cross over the border and go to Seattle for a couple of days. I can't wait!
Please R+R my story and have a great summer!