Welcome back for another chapter!!! I would like to thank all those of you who reviewed. It was greatly appreciated. I would like to take this time to appologize for taking so long to post up another chapter, but I got caught up in my other story, and work, and school now that it is back. I have also been busy with plans for a cruise that I am going on in a bit, so it took me a while to get this story up and running again. Let me know what you think of the chapter please!!
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Rolling over in her bed, Jean let out a sigh. She wiped at the tears that had fallen, and for the first time, looked at her hand, and saw that there was an IV line in it. She also heard a constant beep that was starting to get really annoying. Looking behind her, she saw the IV bag and the heart monitor. Jean rolled back over and shut off the machine, while pulling off the sensor that was attached to her. Reaching over, she grabbed a Kleenex and gently pulled the tape that held the needle in place off. Placing the Kleenex over the spot where the needle was in her hand, Jean took the needle out and dropped it to the floor. Making a fist, she help the Kleenex in place, waited for the bleeding to stop.
Just at that moment, Hank walked into the med bay, intent on seeing how Jean was doing. He was surprised to hear no beeping from the heart monitor, and when he looked over to her, that she was sitting up in bed, holding her hand. Hank quietly walked over and sat down in the chair Scott was sitting in earlier.
"Want to tell me why you decided to push yourself so hard?" he asked.
"No." Jean simply said, turning away from the look he gave her.
"Then fine. Look at me so I can check your vitals please."
Turning to look at him, Jean could see the hurt and fear in his eyes. As Hank was checking her vitals, she couldn't help but let the tears fall free.
"Jean? What's wrong? Come here." he said pulling her into a gentle hug.
"He's right."
"Who's right?" Hank asked, bewildered.
"Scott. I never gave up on him when he was depressed, so why am I telling him to give up on me when I know that he wont?" Jean sobbed.
Hank just sat there stunned. He didn't know what Jean was talking about, but he figured it was something that happened when Jean first woke up. That was why Scott wasn't sitting beside her when he walked in. Also, Jean would still have the heart monitor on and the IV in. Scott would know better than to let her take them off. Deciding he better let the other staff know that Jean was awake, he sent a telepathic message to the professor.
//Professor?// Hank thought.
//What is it Hank?// the professor thought back. //Nothing's wrong I hope.//
//No. Well nothing a little talking wont cure. Jean's awake and I thought you would like to know and pass on the information.//
//Thanks Hank. What do you mean that a little talking would help cure her?//
//She needs to talk to Scott. I have a feeling that something happened between them.//
//What gives you that idea?// the professor asked confused.
//Jean is crying on my shoulder because of something she said to Scott. I have a feeling it's about him not giving up on her even when she doesn't want his help.//
//I see. Scott's currently in his room. I'll go talk to him. See if I can't convince him to go down there and talk to Jean.//
//Thanks Charles. Let him know that I wont be there. This way they can have some privacy.//
//Will do.//
The professor approached Scott's room, slightly unsure of what to say. He first knocked, to see if Scott would answer the door. Figuring that he should answer the door incase it was someone needing him, he came face to face with the professor.
"Professor? What's going on?"
"We need to talk Scott. May I come in?"
"Of course." Scott said moving out of the way and closing the door once the professor was inside. "What do we need to talk about?"
"It seems that Jean is very upset about something you said to her. what exactly did you say to her Scott?"
"I asked how she was feeling, and grabbed her hand. She pulled it away from me and told me to go away. She didn't want to talk to anyone. So I left. As I was leaving though, I told her that I wouldn't give up on her no matter how much she wanted me to. She never gave up on me all those years ago. I'm not about to give up on her. She knows that if she wants to talk, I'll be here. I figured that I should just leave her for a bit, because if I know Jean, she's got a fiery temper that can't be matched to anyone I know. Except maybe Logan."
Chuckling, the professor nodded. In all his years and all his travels, he had never met anyone with such a temper. She was a close match to logan however. "I fully agree with you. Jena has a temper on her that Logan can't even match sometimes. I'm going to say that you two need to talk to eachother. Hank assures me that you guys will have the place to yourselves, unless there is a drastic accident. Go talk to her Scott. She needs it, and judging by you being in here for the past half hour, you need it too."
Sighing, Scott ran a hand through his hair. He figured that the professor was right. He should go talk to Jean. See if there was anything he could do. But what? Tell her that everything would be all right? He couldn't promise that.
Walking out of the room, Scott slowly made his way downstairs to the med bay. Getting insode the elevator, Scott leaned against the wall, as if to give him the support that he so desperately needed.
*Flashback*
"Please. I don't want to talk about it. Just leave." Scott said to the professor and Ororo, when they went to talk to him.
Looking at one another, they nodded their heads and walked out of the room.
"Remember Scott, we are here if you need to talk. We all are." Ororo said to Scott, as she closed his door.
Later that evening, as Jean was walking to her room to get ready for bed, she heard Scott crying again. Deciding that she should do something, she knocked on his door and opened it up. "Scott? Please talk to me. I want to know what's wrong. I know that you miss your parents, so I want to know how I can help you. I wont give up, no matter how much you want me to. Your stuck with me."
That brought a smile to Scott's face. He turned around to her and said, "Weren't you taught to knock on someone's door and wait for them to invite you in before you came in?"
"Yeah. But what's the point of waiting if you know that the person either isn't going to hear you, or they aren't going to invite you in?" she answered back.
"God. What did I get myself into? How could I be stuck with someone as, I don't know the word? Isn't there someone else that you could go bother?"
"No. And besides, my personality is a gift. And you are my friend. If no one is going to help you out, then I sure am."
"It's not that they aren't helping me out, it's that I keep sending them away. Hasn't it occurred to you that I don't want anyone around me right now?"
"No." she said with a smile.
*End Flashback*
Scott was stunned out of his silence by the ding of the elevator door opening. Walking quickly down to the med bay, he saw Jean with her arms around Hank and her head burried in his chest. He opened the door quietly, as to not disturb them.
Hearing the door open, Hank turned to look at Scott. He pried Jean's hands off of him, and told her he would be back later to check on her. He then stood up and left, giving Scott's shoulder a quick pat as he passed him.
"Hey" Scott said walking up to Jean's bed.
"Hey."
"Can we talk?"
"Sure."
Scott sat down in the chair that Hank had just left.
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Rolling over in her bed, Jean let out a sigh. She wiped at the tears that had fallen, and for the first time, looked at her hand, and saw that there was an IV line in it. She also heard a constant beep that was starting to get really annoying. Looking behind her, she saw the IV bag and the heart monitor. Jean rolled back over and shut off the machine, while pulling off the sensor that was attached to her. Reaching over, she grabbed a Kleenex and gently pulled the tape that held the needle in place off. Placing the Kleenex over the spot where the needle was in her hand, Jean took the needle out and dropped it to the floor. Making a fist, she help the Kleenex in place, waited for the bleeding to stop.
Just at that moment, Hank walked into the med bay, intent on seeing how Jean was doing. He was surprised to hear no beeping from the heart monitor, and when he looked over to her, that she was sitting up in bed, holding her hand. Hank quietly walked over and sat down in the chair Scott was sitting in earlier.
"Want to tell me why you decided to push yourself so hard?" he asked.
"No." Jean simply said, turning away from the look he gave her.
"Then fine. Look at me so I can check your vitals please."
Turning to look at him, Jean could see the hurt and fear in his eyes. As Hank was checking her vitals, she couldn't help but let the tears fall free.
"Jean? What's wrong? Come here." he said pulling her into a gentle hug.
"He's right."
"Who's right?" Hank asked, bewildered.
"Scott. I never gave up on him when he was depressed, so why am I telling him to give up on me when I know that he wont?" Jean sobbed.
Hank just sat there stunned. He didn't know what Jean was talking about, but he figured it was something that happened when Jean first woke up. That was why Scott wasn't sitting beside her when he walked in. Also, Jean would still have the heart monitor on and the IV in. Scott would know better than to let her take them off. Deciding he better let the other staff know that Jean was awake, he sent a telepathic message to the professor.
//Professor?// Hank thought.
//What is it Hank?// the professor thought back. //Nothing's wrong I hope.//
//No. Well nothing a little talking wont cure. Jean's awake and I thought you would like to know and pass on the information.//
//Thanks Hank. What do you mean that a little talking would help cure her?//
//She needs to talk to Scott. I have a feeling that something happened between them.//
//What gives you that idea?// the professor asked confused.
//Jean is crying on my shoulder because of something she said to Scott. I have a feeling it's about him not giving up on her even when she doesn't want his help.//
//I see. Scott's currently in his room. I'll go talk to him. See if I can't convince him to go down there and talk to Jean.//
//Thanks Charles. Let him know that I wont be there. This way they can have some privacy.//
//Will do.//
The professor approached Scott's room, slightly unsure of what to say. He first knocked, to see if Scott would answer the door. Figuring that he should answer the door incase it was someone needing him, he came face to face with the professor.
"Professor? What's going on?"
"We need to talk Scott. May I come in?"
"Of course." Scott said moving out of the way and closing the door once the professor was inside. "What do we need to talk about?"
"It seems that Jean is very upset about something you said to her. what exactly did you say to her Scott?"
"I asked how she was feeling, and grabbed her hand. She pulled it away from me and told me to go away. She didn't want to talk to anyone. So I left. As I was leaving though, I told her that I wouldn't give up on her no matter how much she wanted me to. She never gave up on me all those years ago. I'm not about to give up on her. She knows that if she wants to talk, I'll be here. I figured that I should just leave her for a bit, because if I know Jean, she's got a fiery temper that can't be matched to anyone I know. Except maybe Logan."
Chuckling, the professor nodded. In all his years and all his travels, he had never met anyone with such a temper. She was a close match to logan however. "I fully agree with you. Jena has a temper on her that Logan can't even match sometimes. I'm going to say that you two need to talk to eachother. Hank assures me that you guys will have the place to yourselves, unless there is a drastic accident. Go talk to her Scott. She needs it, and judging by you being in here for the past half hour, you need it too."
Sighing, Scott ran a hand through his hair. He figured that the professor was right. He should go talk to Jean. See if there was anything he could do. But what? Tell her that everything would be all right? He couldn't promise that.
Walking out of the room, Scott slowly made his way downstairs to the med bay. Getting insode the elevator, Scott leaned against the wall, as if to give him the support that he so desperately needed.
*Flashback*
"Please. I don't want to talk about it. Just leave." Scott said to the professor and Ororo, when they went to talk to him.
Looking at one another, they nodded their heads and walked out of the room.
"Remember Scott, we are here if you need to talk. We all are." Ororo said to Scott, as she closed his door.
Later that evening, as Jean was walking to her room to get ready for bed, she heard Scott crying again. Deciding that she should do something, she knocked on his door and opened it up. "Scott? Please talk to me. I want to know what's wrong. I know that you miss your parents, so I want to know how I can help you. I wont give up, no matter how much you want me to. Your stuck with me."
That brought a smile to Scott's face. He turned around to her and said, "Weren't you taught to knock on someone's door and wait for them to invite you in before you came in?"
"Yeah. But what's the point of waiting if you know that the person either isn't going to hear you, or they aren't going to invite you in?" she answered back.
"God. What did I get myself into? How could I be stuck with someone as, I don't know the word? Isn't there someone else that you could go bother?"
"No. And besides, my personality is a gift. And you are my friend. If no one is going to help you out, then I sure am."
"It's not that they aren't helping me out, it's that I keep sending them away. Hasn't it occurred to you that I don't want anyone around me right now?"
"No." she said with a smile.
*End Flashback*
Scott was stunned out of his silence by the ding of the elevator door opening. Walking quickly down to the med bay, he saw Jean with her arms around Hank and her head burried in his chest. He opened the door quietly, as to not disturb them.
Hearing the door open, Hank turned to look at Scott. He pried Jean's hands off of him, and told her he would be back later to check on her. He then stood up and left, giving Scott's shoulder a quick pat as he passed him.
"Hey" Scott said walking up to Jean's bed.
"Hey."
"Can we talk?"
"Sure."
Scott sat down in the chair that Hank had just left.