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Author's Note: Okay, I meant to have put up the second and third chapters the same night as the first, as I have had all three done since before I posted the first one. In any event, I didn't, so, her is Chapter Two! I hope that you like it!
Jean shot up, out of her sleep, her body covered in a cold sweat, and numb with fear. Her last dream had rocked her, hard. It was the third nightmare that she had encountered that night, and she had only been asleep for a few hours.
"Jean?" Scott asked, groggily, as he rustled around for his sunglasses. It was always interesting to grope around with his eyes closed. "No use in destroying the bedroom," he had always told himself. Grabbing them off of the dresser beside their bed, Scott slid them on, and sat up. "Jean?" he asked again, as he placed his left arm around Jean's shoulders. Jean flinched, startled by his touch, and Scott quickly pulled away. "Are you alright?"
Jean looked up, and all at once came back to Earth; all she had been thinking about in that twelve second period was her nightmare, and if it meant anything. She shook her head, and Scott became all the more concerned.
"What was this one about?" he asked, knowing right off that Jean had come upon another disturbing nightmare. "The hurricane one again?" Jean shook her head. "Giant bear?" he joked, trying to lighten Jean's mood. She shook her head again, not paying any attention to the fact that Scott was trying to make a joke out of the situation, something that she normally would have hit him for. Not tonight, though; she was too shaken by the images that had been swarming into her head to care.
"Scott," she began, her voice cracking. "Scott, I think something bad is going to happen." She looked at him, and he smiled.
"You've said that every time that you've woken up tonight," Scott said, exhausted. "I'm beginning to think that you are just too paranoid for your own good."
"Scott, I'm serious!" she yelled, sick of the joke before it had even began. "This whole thing could become very serious if I'm having another premonition! You know that!" Taking into consideration the hurt expression that she knew was lining Scott's face, even behind the sunglasses, Jean brought her tone down a little. "You're right. I'm over reacting." She shook her head, as she lowered it into her hands. Scott placed his arm back around her.
"No, it's not that you are over reacting, Jean," he assured, his best attempt at trying to comfort her. "There is nothing wrong with being wary. It's just that..." he trailed, trying to find the words. "It's just that any one of your dreams could mean anything, be it good or bad." He looked at Jean, who had raised her head from her hands. He hated to see her like this, angry, upset, when he knew that there was nothing that he could do to help her, except be there when she needed him. "It could just be this storm, right? I mean, in theory?"
"In theory, I suppose so," Jean answered, truthfully. It was true; her dreams could mean as next to nothing as a plumming problem in the mansion. Even though she hated to admit it, Scott was right.
"So, you might think about getting some more sleep, rather than making yourself a nervous wreck every time you have a nightmare." He placed his right arm around Jean's stomach, and held her close to him. "You ready to get some more sleep?" Jean nodded, and Scott kissed her on the forehead.
"Good night, Scott," Jean muttered, as she lay back down on the bed. She grabbed the top of the blanket, and pulled it up over her body. Turning over, so that her body was facing the bedroom window, Jean felt Scott wrap his arm around her waist.
"Hey, Jean?" he asked, his voice a blend of grogginess and curiosity. "What exactly was this dream about?"
Jean's body stiffened a bit at Scott's question; she always told him everything, but this dream was truly disturbing. She had never been shaken so badly by a dream where people were getting hurt.
"Jean?" Scott asked again, unsettled by her silence. Jean decided that it was time to let her boyfriend in on the truth.
"Someone was killing the students here at the school."
Scott sat up, startled, and looked down. "What? Are you serious?" Jean just shook her head.
"Now, do you see why I was so rattled?" she asked. She never moved from her spot, staring out the window. When she didn't move, Scott returned to his previous position on the bed, and put his arm back around Jean's waist. They both knew that it was going to be a long night, one of unrest and no sleep.
Author's Note: A little shorter than the last, but, don't worry. The next chapter more than makes up for it in length! Oh, and, if you were wondering why Scott was wearing his glasses while in bed, don't worry about that, either. It will be explained, shortly! I hope that you liked this chapter! As always, I await your kind words! Until the next chapter...