Hello everyone! This is my first "X-Men" movie fic, so please go easy on the criticisms. This takes place between the first and second movies, and is also a songfic. Any words in-between ~*~ are song lyrics. Okay, let's get going!
Disclaimer: I don't own "X-Men" or any of its characters. Those belong to Marvel, Stan Lee, etc. I also don't own the song "Blue Eyes," which belongs to Yoko Kanno.
"Wisdom has three sources. To believe anything is possible, To accept all things are questionable, To know the answer is unknowable" ... Lunea Weatherstone
Title: Blue Eyes
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG
Part: 1/1
Date completed: February 29th, 2004
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Something was different.
Jean sat outside, by the fountain, and watched some of the younger students run around the grounds of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, smiling when she saw Scott chase them around for breaking a pot near the greenhouse.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please don't hold my longing in a secret embrace.
Because I'm just fine this way.
Your blue eyes, such beautiful foolishness.
Everything about you I believed was a miracle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She felt that something was different about her. Ever since the incident at Liberty Island, Jean had been having problems.
Books would take every bit of concentration to lift, the mind shield she worked so hard to keep up would dissolve into practically nothing, and worst of all, there were the nightmares.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
People board a gondola and float away.
Meeting and parting… the short mid-summer…
…Sadness and joy repeat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jean used to have nightmares all the time, especially when her powers first manifested. Knowing the thoughts and fears of everyone around her often made her wake up sobbing in the middle of the night, her head filled with the images of someone else's horrors.
Scott had comforted her back then, as he did now. But, now, Jean knew that something was wrong.
These nightmares were her own.
These dreams spoke of death and destruction, of pain and suffering, all caused by her. In her nightmares, the havoc was wrecked gleefully, intent on hurting those she loved and everything she knew.
These dreams signaled her own death.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Someday, this one-time love will end, but…
…You should save eternity for me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somehow, deep inside her, Jean had always known that she would never really get to live out the remainder of her life. Often, when she was a child, she would look at a picture of a baby and burst into tears. When her mother asked her what was wrong, all she could say was that she would never be able to have children of her own.
In a way, that's kept from happening. She looked upon all of the students at the Institute as her children, but inwardly knew that she would never see them grown.
Scott was the only one she confided in, and he was the only one who understood her fears. Most people wrote it off, scoffing that her biological clock was beginning to tick. Scott actually listened, and cared.
Maybe that's one reason why she loved him so. She felt guilty, knowing that one day she would be gone, and he would have to face the world alone.
But for now, she would treasure the precious love that she'd been given, and try her best to try and keep going, until…
Until *that* day arrived.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A damp wind touches my cheek.
Everything is forgotten, completely destroyed.
Even this small part of myself, and tomorrow I love you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Scott ran over to where she was sitting, and bent over, gasping for breath. "John and Kitty outrun you again?" Jean teased him, smiling at him lovingly.
"Yeah. Damn, those kids just get faster every year." Scott sat down next to her and kissed her gently. Jean returned the kiss, and a tear rolled silently down her cheek, going unnoticed by Scott.
After breaking the kiss, he stood up, and offered her his hand. "Well, I'm thirsty. Want to go inside and get some tea?"
Jean took his hand and smiled. "I'd love to." Walking towards the mansion, her thoughts suddenly came back to her. "A one-time love, hm…?"
Scott turned to look down at her. "You okay?" He smoothed her hair out, looking concerned.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Jean raised his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, trying to show how much love she really had for him.
"Okay." They continued walking towards the mansion, the setting sun casting a beautiful calm light. Jean longed for these days, when everything was calm. When she didn't have to worry…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please don't hold my longing in a secret embrace.
Because I'm just fine this way.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~
Like it? Hate it? Please, send me feedback on what you think. I apologize if it's horrible; I just wanted to write something about the nightmares Jean mentioned in the second movie. So, please review, or e-mail me at JupiterHalo21@cs.com. I really do appreciate the feedback.
Blessed Be, ~JupiterHalo~
Disclaimer: I don't own "X-Men" or any of its characters. Those belong to Marvel, Stan Lee, etc. I also don't own the song "Blue Eyes," which belongs to Yoko Kanno.
"Wisdom has three sources. To believe anything is possible, To accept all things are questionable, To know the answer is unknowable" ... Lunea Weatherstone
Title: Blue Eyes
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG
Part: 1/1
Date completed: February 29th, 2004
~~~
Something was different.
Jean sat outside, by the fountain, and watched some of the younger students run around the grounds of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, smiling when she saw Scott chase them around for breaking a pot near the greenhouse.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please don't hold my longing in a secret embrace.
Because I'm just fine this way.
Your blue eyes, such beautiful foolishness.
Everything about you I believed was a miracle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She felt that something was different about her. Ever since the incident at Liberty Island, Jean had been having problems.
Books would take every bit of concentration to lift, the mind shield she worked so hard to keep up would dissolve into practically nothing, and worst of all, there were the nightmares.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
People board a gondola and float away.
Meeting and parting… the short mid-summer…
…Sadness and joy repeat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jean used to have nightmares all the time, especially when her powers first manifested. Knowing the thoughts and fears of everyone around her often made her wake up sobbing in the middle of the night, her head filled with the images of someone else's horrors.
Scott had comforted her back then, as he did now. But, now, Jean knew that something was wrong.
These nightmares were her own.
These dreams spoke of death and destruction, of pain and suffering, all caused by her. In her nightmares, the havoc was wrecked gleefully, intent on hurting those she loved and everything she knew.
These dreams signaled her own death.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Someday, this one-time love will end, but…
…You should save eternity for me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somehow, deep inside her, Jean had always known that she would never really get to live out the remainder of her life. Often, when she was a child, she would look at a picture of a baby and burst into tears. When her mother asked her what was wrong, all she could say was that she would never be able to have children of her own.
In a way, that's kept from happening. She looked upon all of the students at the Institute as her children, but inwardly knew that she would never see them grown.
Scott was the only one she confided in, and he was the only one who understood her fears. Most people wrote it off, scoffing that her biological clock was beginning to tick. Scott actually listened, and cared.
Maybe that's one reason why she loved him so. She felt guilty, knowing that one day she would be gone, and he would have to face the world alone.
But for now, she would treasure the precious love that she'd been given, and try her best to try and keep going, until…
Until *that* day arrived.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A damp wind touches my cheek.
Everything is forgotten, completely destroyed.
Even this small part of myself, and tomorrow I love you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Scott ran over to where she was sitting, and bent over, gasping for breath. "John and Kitty outrun you again?" Jean teased him, smiling at him lovingly.
"Yeah. Damn, those kids just get faster every year." Scott sat down next to her and kissed her gently. Jean returned the kiss, and a tear rolled silently down her cheek, going unnoticed by Scott.
After breaking the kiss, he stood up, and offered her his hand. "Well, I'm thirsty. Want to go inside and get some tea?"
Jean took his hand and smiled. "I'd love to." Walking towards the mansion, her thoughts suddenly came back to her. "A one-time love, hm…?"
Scott turned to look down at her. "You okay?" He smoothed her hair out, looking concerned.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Jean raised his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, trying to show how much love she really had for him.
"Okay." They continued walking towards the mansion, the setting sun casting a beautiful calm light. Jean longed for these days, when everything was calm. When she didn't have to worry…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please don't hold my longing in a secret embrace.
Because I'm just fine this way.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~~~
Like it? Hate it? Please, send me feedback on what you think. I apologize if it's horrible; I just wanted to write something about the nightmares Jean mentioned in the second movie. So, please review, or e-mail me at JupiterHalo21@cs.com. I really do appreciate the feedback.
Blessed Be, ~JupiterHalo~