A/N-Here it is chapter 3! Enjoy! Oh yeah REVIEW! If you want more up faster, you got to review!
Scott leaped out of the shower covering himself. He lunged for the door, opened it to reveal a room. He didn't know whose it was, he just wanted to find something to put on. Where are the damn towels? He shouted in his mind. He was embarrassed again. He pulled drawer to drawer from the dresser hoping to find a something. All he found where women's clothes, and he wasn't going to wear those. The bathroom door opened and scared him and he quickly grabbed a book to hide his privates.
Jean just stalked out with a towel wrapped around her and through one at Scott. "They were in closet in the bathroom." Said Jean calmly.
Scott didn't know how she knew he was looking for the towels; he didn't care at that moment. He graciously accepted it and wrapped it around him. "What the hell is going on her?" Scott stammered. His emotions were running haywire. He felt stressed, confused, embarrassed, and horny all at the same time.
"I don't know," replied Jean softly. "I'm just as freaked out as you are."
"You have an odd way of showing it." Scott said referring to the calmness in her voice. "How did this happen?"
"I just went to sleep. That's all I remember." Jean said.
Scott ran his hands through his hair, it was a stress reliever for him, and he noticed that his hair was different. It was longer. He instantly scoped the room for a mirror; he had to see it for himself. Jean watched in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you notice anything different about me?"
Jean looked at him for a second and noticed what he was talking about. She did realize it before, it just didn't register that he looked way different. His hair being longer was just a minor detail. He was much taller and more muscular. He just didn't look like a sixteen year old. He looked like a fully-grown man. Jean followed him to mirror, except she didn't have much change. Her hair was a bit different, bigger breasts but that was it.
"This is intense," Scott said blankly. "I've grown ten years over night! I have chest hair!"
"Yeah," said Jean glancing at the calendar. "It's July 2nd 2004. It's not 1994."
"I wanted to go backwards in time not forwards!" Scott murmured under his breath.
"You know how serious this is?" Jean asked shocked. Scott just didn't pay any attention to her; he was too busy marveling over his new body. "Scott you don't seem worried by this at all!"
"Now you are starting to worry," Scott said referring to the slight fret in Jean's voice. "What's there to worry about?" Scott said stupidly.
"What we are doing here? How are we going to get back? We don't belong here!" Jean rambled.
"No shit!" Scott said vacantly as if the answer wasn't obvious.
A knock on the door disturbed them and the both of their eyes bolted to the door. They turned to each other, each revealing sheer panic. "What should we do?" Jean whispered to Scott, who wasn't much help, and just shrugged.
"Jean?" Professor X's voice entered the room and gave it a sense of assurance. "Jean, is Scott in there?" The room turned uneasy; he sounded furious. "I thought I've talked to you too about this! Get out here at once!"
Scott eyed Jean to search for an answer, but she didn't have one. She had the same thing he had; a towel. What were they going to say? What were they going to do? Professor X could just read their minds if he wanted the truth. But even if that was true, they were still a bit nervous.
"We can't tell him anything!" whispered Jean.
"We got to. He'll understand." Scott said. "If he doesn't, he could read our minds."
"Let's not tell him directly, I have doubts. I think this will be even hard for him to understand."
Jean signaled Scott. Scott rolled his eyes, and walked to the door slowly tightly clutching the towel that concealed him. His sweaty palms reached for the door handle; Professor X was sitting there with a disturbed look upon his face. "Did I interrupt anything?" He asked angrily.
"Professor, you don't understand We..."
"I understand plenty," He interrupted. "I've told you too plenty of times that this is a school! I have told you that you are both teachers and should be setting an example for your students. You are breaking the very morals we have here at this school. How am I supposed to teach the kids abstinence if teachers are off doing it. Now please Scott get out of her room now, you will soon be married, it's only in a week."
"Married?" Scott questioned out loud. "What?"
Jean's eye's amplified massively.
"Yes, can't sleep together unless you're married. It will just give the students ideas. And I don't want little children running around," Scott was about to laugh at his phrase, but sucked it in. "Now I've told you many times. Please get your clothes on and go into your own room."
"But..."
"I know your adults. But please not on my grounds. Get your clothes!"
"Professor," Jean shouted. "You need to understand something. We're not who you think we are."
"So much for not telling him directly." Scott sighed
Professor Xavier gave them a look of uncertainty, "What are you talking about?"
"This is so hard to explain," Jean blurted out. "Can't you just read my mind?"
"I could, but I'm not quite sure I want to. I already got thoughts in my head of what you were doing, based on how you two appear right now. I don't want to justify those images. Now Scott if you don't mind getting dressed and getting out of there," and Professor X rolled away.
"This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," Jean said shutting the door. "He won't believe us."
"Did you hear what he said?"
"Yes, that he didn't want to read our mind because..."
"No, before that, when he told us that we will be getting married in a week?"
Jean's eyes widened again, "I did hear that," she said in a quite tone. She had hoped the Professor had just a slip of words. "That's really scary." She said plainly
"No kidding..."
"I never pictured myself ever marrying you. You're just so rude and..."
"Arrogant!" Scott finished for her. "You already told me that. It's not like you're the lover of my dreams." He lied. Technically she was.
"We're not going to get anywhere arguing. Somehow we were sent here for a reason. Although I don't know what that reason is." She sat down on the edge of the bed. She was still holding on to her towel tightly. Scott was doing the same. He was looking around the room for clothing of his that his future self might have thrown off. He couldn't find anything though.
"What makes you think that?" Scott asked
"If you can tell me another reason why we're here, that is better than the one I just came up with, I'll go with yours. Why else could we be here?
"Do you think the wedding has anything to do with it?" Scott pondered.
Jean thought for a second and then retorted, "It could. But why would that have any meaning to it?"
"Don't ask me," Scott yelled from underneath the bed. "You are the smart one. I'm the dumb jock, remember?" He continued on his quest for his clothes. Jean ignored the comment. "I give up. It's not easy looking for things in the dark while wearing sunglasses!"
"Look, Scott I think I know why we are here," Jean continued. "It's quite obvious you know once you think about it. I've only read this in stories, but we're mutants, maybe it's possible. But I think we're here to learn a lesson."
Scott gave her a look of puzzlement, "what?"
"We were terrible to each other. We said awful things to each other and...well...caught ourselves in embarrassing predicaments."
Scott exhaled heavily, "If you just would have knocked."
"It's over! We're not supposed to be fighting." She said briskly
"I don't think this is going to work. We are too opposite people. I don't see how we could have ever be getting married." Scott said. He got up from his bed and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Jean wondered.
"I have to leave this room, I'm not allowed to stay in here, remember? Plus I would like to find some clothes. After everything, I still don't feel comfortable being naked in front of you."
"Scott, we need to discuss this. We need to figure this out. I don't think you grasp the seriousness of this situation we're in. I might not be showing you how scared I am, but we might not get out of this."
"We don't need to discuss anything. We don't know anything. We are just here, and for all we know, this could just be a dream. If it is, then there's a chance that we'll just wake up. Now I'm going." And he firmly walked out of the door, and Jean didn't say anything to stop him. He was right; not fully, but somewhat right. The truth was they didn't know where they were, or how they got there. All they knew is that they somehow turned up ten years later. And the real mystery was how they were getting home.
Scott leaped out of the shower covering himself. He lunged for the door, opened it to reveal a room. He didn't know whose it was, he just wanted to find something to put on. Where are the damn towels? He shouted in his mind. He was embarrassed again. He pulled drawer to drawer from the dresser hoping to find a something. All he found where women's clothes, and he wasn't going to wear those. The bathroom door opened and scared him and he quickly grabbed a book to hide his privates.
Jean just stalked out with a towel wrapped around her and through one at Scott. "They were in closet in the bathroom." Said Jean calmly.
Scott didn't know how she knew he was looking for the towels; he didn't care at that moment. He graciously accepted it and wrapped it around him. "What the hell is going on her?" Scott stammered. His emotions were running haywire. He felt stressed, confused, embarrassed, and horny all at the same time.
"I don't know," replied Jean softly. "I'm just as freaked out as you are."
"You have an odd way of showing it." Scott said referring to the calmness in her voice. "How did this happen?"
"I just went to sleep. That's all I remember." Jean said.
Scott ran his hands through his hair, it was a stress reliever for him, and he noticed that his hair was different. It was longer. He instantly scoped the room for a mirror; he had to see it for himself. Jean watched in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you notice anything different about me?"
Jean looked at him for a second and noticed what he was talking about. She did realize it before, it just didn't register that he looked way different. His hair being longer was just a minor detail. He was much taller and more muscular. He just didn't look like a sixteen year old. He looked like a fully-grown man. Jean followed him to mirror, except she didn't have much change. Her hair was a bit different, bigger breasts but that was it.
"This is intense," Scott said blankly. "I've grown ten years over night! I have chest hair!"
"Yeah," said Jean glancing at the calendar. "It's July 2nd 2004. It's not 1994."
"I wanted to go backwards in time not forwards!" Scott murmured under his breath.
"You know how serious this is?" Jean asked shocked. Scott just didn't pay any attention to her; he was too busy marveling over his new body. "Scott you don't seem worried by this at all!"
"Now you are starting to worry," Scott said referring to the slight fret in Jean's voice. "What's there to worry about?" Scott said stupidly.
"What we are doing here? How are we going to get back? We don't belong here!" Jean rambled.
"No shit!" Scott said vacantly as if the answer wasn't obvious.
A knock on the door disturbed them and the both of their eyes bolted to the door. They turned to each other, each revealing sheer panic. "What should we do?" Jean whispered to Scott, who wasn't much help, and just shrugged.
"Jean?" Professor X's voice entered the room and gave it a sense of assurance. "Jean, is Scott in there?" The room turned uneasy; he sounded furious. "I thought I've talked to you too about this! Get out here at once!"
Scott eyed Jean to search for an answer, but she didn't have one. She had the same thing he had; a towel. What were they going to say? What were they going to do? Professor X could just read their minds if he wanted the truth. But even if that was true, they were still a bit nervous.
"We can't tell him anything!" whispered Jean.
"We got to. He'll understand." Scott said. "If he doesn't, he could read our minds."
"Let's not tell him directly, I have doubts. I think this will be even hard for him to understand."
Jean signaled Scott. Scott rolled his eyes, and walked to the door slowly tightly clutching the towel that concealed him. His sweaty palms reached for the door handle; Professor X was sitting there with a disturbed look upon his face. "Did I interrupt anything?" He asked angrily.
"Professor, you don't understand We..."
"I understand plenty," He interrupted. "I've told you too plenty of times that this is a school! I have told you that you are both teachers and should be setting an example for your students. You are breaking the very morals we have here at this school. How am I supposed to teach the kids abstinence if teachers are off doing it. Now please Scott get out of her room now, you will soon be married, it's only in a week."
"Married?" Scott questioned out loud. "What?"
Jean's eye's amplified massively.
"Yes, can't sleep together unless you're married. It will just give the students ideas. And I don't want little children running around," Scott was about to laugh at his phrase, but sucked it in. "Now I've told you many times. Please get your clothes on and go into your own room."
"But..."
"I know your adults. But please not on my grounds. Get your clothes!"
"Professor," Jean shouted. "You need to understand something. We're not who you think we are."
"So much for not telling him directly." Scott sighed
Professor Xavier gave them a look of uncertainty, "What are you talking about?"
"This is so hard to explain," Jean blurted out. "Can't you just read my mind?"
"I could, but I'm not quite sure I want to. I already got thoughts in my head of what you were doing, based on how you two appear right now. I don't want to justify those images. Now Scott if you don't mind getting dressed and getting out of there," and Professor X rolled away.
"This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," Jean said shutting the door. "He won't believe us."
"Did you hear what he said?"
"Yes, that he didn't want to read our mind because..."
"No, before that, when he told us that we will be getting married in a week?"
Jean's eyes widened again, "I did hear that," she said in a quite tone. She had hoped the Professor had just a slip of words. "That's really scary." She said plainly
"No kidding..."
"I never pictured myself ever marrying you. You're just so rude and..."
"Arrogant!" Scott finished for her. "You already told me that. It's not like you're the lover of my dreams." He lied. Technically she was.
"We're not going to get anywhere arguing. Somehow we were sent here for a reason. Although I don't know what that reason is." She sat down on the edge of the bed. She was still holding on to her towel tightly. Scott was doing the same. He was looking around the room for clothing of his that his future self might have thrown off. He couldn't find anything though.
"What makes you think that?" Scott asked
"If you can tell me another reason why we're here, that is better than the one I just came up with, I'll go with yours. Why else could we be here?
"Do you think the wedding has anything to do with it?" Scott pondered.
Jean thought for a second and then retorted, "It could. But why would that have any meaning to it?"
"Don't ask me," Scott yelled from underneath the bed. "You are the smart one. I'm the dumb jock, remember?" He continued on his quest for his clothes. Jean ignored the comment. "I give up. It's not easy looking for things in the dark while wearing sunglasses!"
"Look, Scott I think I know why we are here," Jean continued. "It's quite obvious you know once you think about it. I've only read this in stories, but we're mutants, maybe it's possible. But I think we're here to learn a lesson."
Scott gave her a look of puzzlement, "what?"
"We were terrible to each other. We said awful things to each other and...well...caught ourselves in embarrassing predicaments."
Scott exhaled heavily, "If you just would have knocked."
"It's over! We're not supposed to be fighting." She said briskly
"I don't think this is going to work. We are too opposite people. I don't see how we could have ever be getting married." Scott said. He got up from his bed and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Jean wondered.
"I have to leave this room, I'm not allowed to stay in here, remember? Plus I would like to find some clothes. After everything, I still don't feel comfortable being naked in front of you."
"Scott, we need to discuss this. We need to figure this out. I don't think you grasp the seriousness of this situation we're in. I might not be showing you how scared I am, but we might not get out of this."
"We don't need to discuss anything. We don't know anything. We are just here, and for all we know, this could just be a dream. If it is, then there's a chance that we'll just wake up. Now I'm going." And he firmly walked out of the door, and Jean didn't say anything to stop him. He was right; not fully, but somewhat right. The truth was they didn't know where they were, or how they got there. All they knew is that they somehow turned up ten years later. And the real mystery was how they were getting home.