Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora,
Granite and Serpentine, and the weapons I gave to Orion, plus her name. But
the character itself remains Marvel's. Plot is mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
What's he seeing??
Oh the suspense! ;)
Chapter 42
As he stared across at a sight he thought his eyes would never have the chance to witness again, not even in his lengthy life, he felt his insides churn slowly. The sound of the crying only made him feel worse, and it spurred his own emotions to dare and reach forth, to dare and show themselves again for the second time that day.
The screen of the TV was dominated by her image, laughing and smiling, in her youthful glory as a video camera had come towards her sneakily. Her voice still reached Logan's ears and her image upon the screen continued to bore into his brain, as he remained frozen in the doorway, hardly daring to believe what he was observing.
Scott had his hand clutching upon the remote, not daring to remove the short clip of the only memories he had of her, other than those that were becoming so lost beneath the extra worries. His face was peaky, mouth ajar in awe and distress. Tears couldn't pass from his eyes, restricted by his mutation. But he could feel them welling up inside his chest, only escaping as he let out a shaky gasp of sorrow as he watched Jean giggle heartily as the camera continued to film her, her voice telling Scott to go away as she tried to continue with her reading.
It took a while for Scott to actually react to the bulky tall figure in the doorway, and when he did, he let out a noise of disgruntled emotion, not at all pleased, especially when he saw who it was.
"What're you doin' in here?" Scott muttered softly, now fumbling with the remote in an attempt to rid his beloved from the TV screen.
"Don't!" Gasped Logan, a little more urgent than planned. He had reached forward from the doorway, as if wanting to grab the remote from Scott and allow himself to savour her image for a good while.
Scott peered over to the figure that still remained in his doorway; his brow furrowed in suspicion and a wary glare was sent Logan's way.
Logan felt himself come to a halt all of a sudden, his mind trying to find a good excuse to the expressed wishes he had just cried, "Just.. don't get rid o' it. I mean.. it's just.. it's been so long.. and.."
He faded away, looking solemnly down to the floor.
The atmosphere remained serene as silence lapsed over the two whose insides currently chugged and performed somersaults of unhappiness. Meanwhile, the same voice came from the TV speakers, penetrating at their brain in a constant reminder of her fake existence.
Scott said nothing but turned his head slowly towards the screen again, becoming transfixed once more on the only image he had of her, that he could have so foolishly misplaced, why hadn't he locked it away safely? Locked it away from thieving fingers and saved it for his eyes only? Like the images in his head, that were his, what no one else could have. No one else would have his Jean. Not then, he knew she wouldn't have given in.
But now.. No one could have her, they could only have their memories.
The DVD abruptly ended, leaving a bright blue screen jeering at them, coolly mocking at the disappeared existence of her image. Both let out a gasp as Jean faded from the screen, her laughing voice falling to the dull hum of the DVD player. Scott ejected the disk, placing it back in its case with a trembling hand.
"How do you manage to cover it up so well?" Suddenly asked Logan, instantly regretting it from the expression on Scott's face.
"When no one else is around, when no one else can tell.. I release it.. I don't hide my emotions from myself Logan."
Logan felt his chest tighten a little, a reminder from the mixture of need and guilt that had so soon reappeared after Scott had spoken.
"I don't hide my - "
"Of course you do! You think you've got to great reputation to uphold, so you never show yourself and disintegrate your image to the likes of me!" Scott spat softly, glaring to Logan from his vivid red shades, "Me! Who can't.. Who can't even get a grip on himself."
Scott looked slowly up to Logan then down to the floor, a hand cradling his forehead as he softly sighed, his head shaking, fingers trembling as they clutched at his forehead.
Logan hovered in the doorway, torn between a fresh sympathy and a usual churn of dislike towards the man, "I understand what you're going through." Said Logan softly, trying to find some way to aid Scott.
"No you don't." Groaned Scott gently, head still in his hands.
"I do." Logan then replied in a firm manner, "You know I do."
Scott looked up to him, hidden knowledge in his covered eyes.
"You know I do." Logan repeated.
Scott's head lowered again, "No one cares.. No one has even mentioned her name over these past few months. No one gives a damn about her!"
"Now that ain't true!" Logan cried loudly, shaking his head, "Y' know what's goin' on. Folk are just keepin' quiet for your sake. Don't want t' upset you."
"I'd rather her be remembered, than just hushed on." Said Scott faintly, softly looking at the disc that contained the video of Jean.
"Only you can inform everyone of how you want it to be." Logan answered in a rare gentle manner. He turned, passing Scott one last look, and a small glance over the blank TV screen before he turned, exiting so silently that Scott didn't even flinch as Logan's presence departed.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
What's he seeing??
Oh the suspense! ;)
Chapter 42
As he stared across at a sight he thought his eyes would never have the chance to witness again, not even in his lengthy life, he felt his insides churn slowly. The sound of the crying only made him feel worse, and it spurred his own emotions to dare and reach forth, to dare and show themselves again for the second time that day.
The screen of the TV was dominated by her image, laughing and smiling, in her youthful glory as a video camera had come towards her sneakily. Her voice still reached Logan's ears and her image upon the screen continued to bore into his brain, as he remained frozen in the doorway, hardly daring to believe what he was observing.
Scott had his hand clutching upon the remote, not daring to remove the short clip of the only memories he had of her, other than those that were becoming so lost beneath the extra worries. His face was peaky, mouth ajar in awe and distress. Tears couldn't pass from his eyes, restricted by his mutation. But he could feel them welling up inside his chest, only escaping as he let out a shaky gasp of sorrow as he watched Jean giggle heartily as the camera continued to film her, her voice telling Scott to go away as she tried to continue with her reading.
It took a while for Scott to actually react to the bulky tall figure in the doorway, and when he did, he let out a noise of disgruntled emotion, not at all pleased, especially when he saw who it was.
"What're you doin' in here?" Scott muttered softly, now fumbling with the remote in an attempt to rid his beloved from the TV screen.
"Don't!" Gasped Logan, a little more urgent than planned. He had reached forward from the doorway, as if wanting to grab the remote from Scott and allow himself to savour her image for a good while.
Scott peered over to the figure that still remained in his doorway; his brow furrowed in suspicion and a wary glare was sent Logan's way.
Logan felt himself come to a halt all of a sudden, his mind trying to find a good excuse to the expressed wishes he had just cried, "Just.. don't get rid o' it. I mean.. it's just.. it's been so long.. and.."
He faded away, looking solemnly down to the floor.
The atmosphere remained serene as silence lapsed over the two whose insides currently chugged and performed somersaults of unhappiness. Meanwhile, the same voice came from the TV speakers, penetrating at their brain in a constant reminder of her fake existence.
Scott said nothing but turned his head slowly towards the screen again, becoming transfixed once more on the only image he had of her, that he could have so foolishly misplaced, why hadn't he locked it away safely? Locked it away from thieving fingers and saved it for his eyes only? Like the images in his head, that were his, what no one else could have. No one else would have his Jean. Not then, he knew she wouldn't have given in.
But now.. No one could have her, they could only have their memories.
The DVD abruptly ended, leaving a bright blue screen jeering at them, coolly mocking at the disappeared existence of her image. Both let out a gasp as Jean faded from the screen, her laughing voice falling to the dull hum of the DVD player. Scott ejected the disk, placing it back in its case with a trembling hand.
"How do you manage to cover it up so well?" Suddenly asked Logan, instantly regretting it from the expression on Scott's face.
"When no one else is around, when no one else can tell.. I release it.. I don't hide my emotions from myself Logan."
Logan felt his chest tighten a little, a reminder from the mixture of need and guilt that had so soon reappeared after Scott had spoken.
"I don't hide my - "
"Of course you do! You think you've got to great reputation to uphold, so you never show yourself and disintegrate your image to the likes of me!" Scott spat softly, glaring to Logan from his vivid red shades, "Me! Who can't.. Who can't even get a grip on himself."
Scott looked slowly up to Logan then down to the floor, a hand cradling his forehead as he softly sighed, his head shaking, fingers trembling as they clutched at his forehead.
Logan hovered in the doorway, torn between a fresh sympathy and a usual churn of dislike towards the man, "I understand what you're going through." Said Logan softly, trying to find some way to aid Scott.
"No you don't." Groaned Scott gently, head still in his hands.
"I do." Logan then replied in a firm manner, "You know I do."
Scott looked up to him, hidden knowledge in his covered eyes.
"You know I do." Logan repeated.
Scott's head lowered again, "No one cares.. No one has even mentioned her name over these past few months. No one gives a damn about her!"
"Now that ain't true!" Logan cried loudly, shaking his head, "Y' know what's goin' on. Folk are just keepin' quiet for your sake. Don't want t' upset you."
"I'd rather her be remembered, than just hushed on." Said Scott faintly, softly looking at the disc that contained the video of Jean.
"Only you can inform everyone of how you want it to be." Logan answered in a rare gentle manner. He turned, passing Scott one last look, and a small glance over the blank TV screen before he turned, exiting so silently that Scott didn't even flinch as Logan's presence departed.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
