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is so unfair.
Hey, and hi there to all my reviewers and to readers who don't review, (you're all evil).
Majorly fluffy chapter here, you may have noticed by now that I like to make them all happy and then screw it up for them again. Well we're definitely at a fluff stage.
I don't know much about the Dark Phoenix thing for Jean Grey so I'm just going to make up my own story for her. We'll see how it goes.
* * *
Scott Summers stood in the centre of his room staring at Professor Xavier, "You . . . you're saying that Jean is alive?" The Professor merely nodded. Scott shook his head and fought tears, "You're . . . you're wrong, there's no way, it's not possible . . ."
The Professor held his hands out in front of him, "Scott, I know that this may be hard for you to accept, but it is the truth. I felt her presence and we went to find her."
Scott's eye's flashed, "Who? Who went to find her?"
"I went. I also took Kurt, Rogue and Bobby."
Scott frowned, "No . . . it can't . . . if it were true, why didn't you take me and Storm? Or even Logan?!"
The Professor shook his head; "I didn't want to raise your hopes when I was, by no means, absolutely certain." Scott looked ready to argue again, "We have brought her home. Why don't you come and see her?"
For a moment the younger man looked absolutely terrified at the very prospect, "I . . . I . . . I can't . . ."
The Professor leant forward, a smile growing on his face, "Yes Scott. You can."
* * *
Scott Summers flatly refused to believe his eyes. He had spent months getting over the loss, he had barely made a dent in it, and now here she was looking pale and thin but otherwise unharmed. 'No, this couldn't be happening . . . Oh god, please let her be real.' Scott raised a hand carefully and placed the tips of his fingers on her cheek. 'Oh God, she is real.' Scott felt his knees give way. He knelt by the side of the bed holding Jean's hand in his, not bothering to fight the tears that trickled down his face.
* * *
Bobby and Rogue stood next to the Professor watching, feeling slightly uncomfortable and at the same time so happy it was choking them all.
Bobby's hand tightened on Rogue's. Rogue had very nearly joined Jean on the list of casualties of that mission. He could remember the panic that had coursed through him as she had been pulled out of the jet. He had been close to undoing his own seat belt and following her. If she had died . . . he had spoken to Kurt as soon as they had gotten back to the mansion and thanked him.
He had never been in debt to anyone like he was to Kurt. But, that feeling.that blind panic. That momentary taste had been enough to help him understand a little of what Scott had been going through. His sympathy for the older man . . . and now. He watched as Scott held Jean to him, clinging to her as though nothing would ever convince him to ever let go of her. His hold tightened again on Rogue's hand, enough to draw her attention to him, she turned, and he saw the tears in her eyes as she smiled. She had almost lost him too.
* * *
The Professor drew Rogue off to the side with Bobby, "I thought that Ororo and Scott might like a moment with Jean, but also I wanted to ask you something."
Rogue nodded, "Okay, what's up?"
"I think that you should go and tell Logan about Jean. He . . . trusts you. You're family to him; the only family that he has. I think that you should be the one to tell him."
Rogue's eyes slipped to the floor as she took this in and then she nodded, "Of course."
* * *
Bobby was waiting for her back at the hospital wing, and she was standing outside Logan's room trying to get up the nerve to go inside. How was she going to tell him? She had no idea what to say, let alone where to start. She raised her hand to knock but lost her nerve, she just needed a few minute to think. She glanced at her watch; she had only been standing there nineteen minutes.
Before she could make the decision to knock again the door opened revealing a sleepy looking Logan, "What's up kid? It's nearly quarter to six. There's no way that I can even try to sleep with you dancing back and forth out here."
Rogue bit her lip, "I wasn't dancing."
"Well okay then, wandering. Either way, is there something we need to talk about?"
Rogue nodded, "Yes, we really, really do."
Something about the seriousness in her voice caught his attention, "Is something wrong? Are you alright?"
"Oh, yes. It's just . . . we do need to talk."
Logan stood back from the door allowing her inside. Rogue flopped down into the chair in the corner of the room. She took a deep breath as he sat down on the edge of his bed opposite her, the best place to start, she guessed, was the beginning. "Bobby and I were just getting to sleep tonight at about two thirty when we got a call from the Professor, he told us to come to his office." She hesitated for a second, not sure of the best way to phrase it, "Well he told us that we were going to be needed for a mission, one that he wanted completed before morning. He'd received a message from someone that we had to go and help."
Logan nodded, "Okay, did you help them?"
"I think so." Rogue said almost laughing at the irony, "We checked all the surrounding hospitals because the Professor couldn't get a lock on them. But in the end, we did find . . . her. We found her and brought her back here."
Logan looked confused, "Okay. And that's a good thing, right?"
"Logan, the woman that the Professor got a message from.the woman was Jean Grey."
Logan didn't seem to register exactly what she had said for a few seconds. He looked confused, as though his brain was trying to make the words she'd said mean something else, "What? That's . . ." then his faced turned sympathetic, "Rogue, for a while, I kept thinking that she'd come back too, but it's not gonna happen. She died."
Rogue realised that Logan didn't believe her, "Logan, look at me." He met her eyes, "We went and brought Jean home. She is in the hospital wing right now. Scott and Ororo are with her. She is not dead, she is alive."
Logan was struck by the sincerity of her tone. He looked into her face for another second before deciding that she was obviously telling the truth. He leap to his feet, "I've gotta see her."
He headed for the door, and Rogue followed, "Logan, wait." He didn't seem to hear her, he just kept moving down the hall. Rogue felt herself panic slightly; Logan could not just rush in there with Ororo and Scott. She knew that as far as Scott was concerned it had nothing to do with Logan, he preferred to believe that Logan was irrelevant. "Logan, WAIT!" He did not slow down. Hating herself for doing it, she stretched out an arm and brought him to a standstill.
For a moment, Logan didn't seem to realise what had happened then he turned his head around to face her, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Logan, but you didn't listen. She's there. She's there with Ororo . . . and Scott. You can't jut run in there, you have to calm down."
Logan for a moment looked furious and then what she was actually saying seemed to penetrate his head. He took a deep breath, "I get it. It's okay."
She dropped her hand and he relaxed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to . . ."
Logan cut her, off, "No, you were right, you did the right thing. I could have just run in there. It wouldn't have been right."
Rogue smiled slightly, "I'm still sorry."
"I know that you are. Don't worry, I'm calm. Shall we go?"
Rogue nodded and walked over to him, she slipped her hand into his and squeezed, "Okay, let's go."
* * *
Rogue stood, still holding Logan's hand tightly as he stood next to the door, staring over at Jean. He kept staring at her, frowning slightly, blinking, and staring at her again, as though he was trying to convince himself that this wasn't a dream; that she was actually there.
* * *
Bobby watched. He didn't know what to say, what could he possibly say that was going to make it better for the guy? The woman he loved was there, being watched over by someone who wasn't him. He knew that Logan was just glad that Jean was alive, but he would have been even happier if he could have been the one in there.
Bobby glanced over at Rogue who sensed him looking at her and returned his gaze. She smiled slightly at him, and he returned it. He knew that she was feeling Logan's pain with him.
She was trying to offer him some measure of comfort, and for the first time, Bobby found that he wasn't jealous of the older man. He had been. He had been unbelievably jealous at one point.
Bobby couldn't quite put his finger on when, but he knew that he had realised, Rogue loved him, more than she loved anyone else; more than she ever had loved anyone else, more than she ever would, just like he loved her. And because of that, he didn't mind that she loved other people too. He didn't feel that need for total possession, because she was his, and he was hers, and that was pretty much all that mattered.
* * *
Bobby walked over to Rogue's sleeping form. She was curled up on a chair. Logan had asked her to stay for a while. He had just stood next to the observation glass and she had pulled up a chair behind him. Bobby had gone over to talk to him, "I know that it's a dumb question, but are you . . ." he had been going to say 'alright' but that was just too stupid, "Are you coping?"
Logan turned slightly, "Yeah. It . . . it hurts that I'm not in there, but . . ." his face broke out into a smile, "She's alive. That's enough."
Bobby nodded, "Yeah."
* * *
Bobby slipped an arm beneath Rogue and lifted her into his grasp. She sighed slightly and snuggled against his chest. He glanced over at Logan, "Do you mind if I take her back to bed. We have classes in like two hours."
Just as he spoke Scott pushed open the door, "Don't worry about that, I think that the two of you are going to come down with a case of isolated food poisoning."
Bobby smiled, "Thanks."
Scott laughed, "Are you kidding? You're thanking me? I'm never gonna be able to thank the two of you. Not really. Not enough." Scott's eyes fell on Logan, he seemed to harden for a second and then soften, "Are you coming in to see her or not?"
Logan looked surprised and then grateful, "Yeah, thanks."
Scott held the door open and Logan walked though it, "Take her to get some sleep. You too."
Bobby smiled and walked out.
* * *
Bobby sighed, a little of Rogue's telekinesis might have proved very useful right about now. He slipped her legs up to the crook of his arm and twisted the doorknob. The door slid open. Kicking it shut behind him, he was incredibly thankful that neither of them had remembered to lock it in their haste to get to the Professor.
Bobby gently laid Rogue on the bed. She sighed and reached out towards his usual side of the bed and Bobby knew that she was feeling for him. A slight frown marred her features when she didn't find him. He smiled and eased her feet out of her shoes. He moved to put them under the desk where they kept all of them and his eyes fell on the letter that he had written to his parents.
He smiled slightly when he thought about how only a few hours ago the letter he had received had devastated him. Now he understood something. He didn't need them anymore. His eyes fell on the sleeping girl. He had her. And it wasn't even just that, though that would have been enough. He had them all. Ororo, Scott, Logan, the Professor, Kurt, Kitty, Jubes, and now Jean, and there were more. They were all together.
He tore the letter in half inside its envelope. He sat down, he thought back to the other, he had said a lot of things that he thought needed saying, now . . .
* * *
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry that you feel that way, but it's your decision of course. I will send this letter with the people, the mutants who come to collect my things.
Robert.
* * *
Bobby moved back over to the bed, he carefully undressed Rogue, slipping one of her ridiculously large t-shirts over her head. He smiled as he thought how gorgeous she looked in them. He was about to move her to pull the blankets from under her when her eyes flicked open, "I was going to help you but it felt good."
He grinned down at her, "I bet." He undressed himself flinging his clothes in the laundry basket, and climbing over her to his side of the bed, "Lift."
He made as though to pull the blankets from under them if she moved a little, she smiled, "Nah." She raised a hand to him and they both moved about six inches off the bed. He gasped and she pushed the blankets down the bed. They landed softly and were covered again. She moved over and snuggled down into his arms. "Mmm."
He slipped his arms around her, pulling her body against his. "Well, do you think it's been somewhat of an eventful day?"
She raised her head and smiled into his face, "I think that's like saying the Antarctica is somewhat nippy."
"Yeah, have to agree." He drifted into thought for a second, "I can't believe she's back."
"I just . . . I'm scared that tomorrow it'll be a dream and she won't be."
He shook his head, "Different minds."
She touched his cheek, "Sometimes I wonder."
"Me too."
She frowned slightly, "Were you . . . you looked a little intense when we were watching Jean with Logan."
Bobby could tell from the look on her face that she was asking if he was mad at her for trying to comfort Logan. He pretended to think, "Well . . . you know I might have been mortally and emotionally wounded that you weren't standing with . . ." he was going to tease her but the look of horror on her face was too much, "No, I'm teasing. It was fine."
She looked at him hesitantly, "Are you sure?"
He nodded, "I had something of an epiphany."
"Yeah? How so?"
He took a breath trying to think how to put it, "I guess . . . I got it. You know, that you love me."
She looked confused, "It's taken you 'til now to figure that out?"
"No. I mean, that you loved ME. Me more than anyone. That I didn't need to compete because I'd already got you. You're mine and . . ."
She smiled, "And you're mine." She leaned up and kissed him. After a second she moved away and propped herself up with both hands on his chest, "Do you really get it? That I love you. You. I have never and will never love anyone as much as I love you." He lifted a hand to her face and she shivered and sighed in pleasure at his touch, her eyes drifting shut. After a second she opened her eyes again, "See? All you have to do is touch me and I melt."
He smiled and pulled her to him kissing her hard and full. He loved her so much. His tongue rubbed gently, teasingly, against hers.
It was a good thing they had time to sleep in.
Hey, and hi there to all my reviewers and to readers who don't review, (you're all evil).
Majorly fluffy chapter here, you may have noticed by now that I like to make them all happy and then screw it up for them again. Well we're definitely at a fluff stage.
I don't know much about the Dark Phoenix thing for Jean Grey so I'm just going to make up my own story for her. We'll see how it goes.
* * *
Scott Summers stood in the centre of his room staring at Professor Xavier, "You . . . you're saying that Jean is alive?" The Professor merely nodded. Scott shook his head and fought tears, "You're . . . you're wrong, there's no way, it's not possible . . ."
The Professor held his hands out in front of him, "Scott, I know that this may be hard for you to accept, but it is the truth. I felt her presence and we went to find her."
Scott's eye's flashed, "Who? Who went to find her?"
"I went. I also took Kurt, Rogue and Bobby."
Scott frowned, "No . . . it can't . . . if it were true, why didn't you take me and Storm? Or even Logan?!"
The Professor shook his head; "I didn't want to raise your hopes when I was, by no means, absolutely certain." Scott looked ready to argue again, "We have brought her home. Why don't you come and see her?"
For a moment the younger man looked absolutely terrified at the very prospect, "I . . . I . . . I can't . . ."
The Professor leant forward, a smile growing on his face, "Yes Scott. You can."
* * *
Scott Summers flatly refused to believe his eyes. He had spent months getting over the loss, he had barely made a dent in it, and now here she was looking pale and thin but otherwise unharmed. 'No, this couldn't be happening . . . Oh god, please let her be real.' Scott raised a hand carefully and placed the tips of his fingers on her cheek. 'Oh God, she is real.' Scott felt his knees give way. He knelt by the side of the bed holding Jean's hand in his, not bothering to fight the tears that trickled down his face.
* * *
Bobby and Rogue stood next to the Professor watching, feeling slightly uncomfortable and at the same time so happy it was choking them all.
Bobby's hand tightened on Rogue's. Rogue had very nearly joined Jean on the list of casualties of that mission. He could remember the panic that had coursed through him as she had been pulled out of the jet. He had been close to undoing his own seat belt and following her. If she had died . . . he had spoken to Kurt as soon as they had gotten back to the mansion and thanked him.
He had never been in debt to anyone like he was to Kurt. But, that feeling.that blind panic. That momentary taste had been enough to help him understand a little of what Scott had been going through. His sympathy for the older man . . . and now. He watched as Scott held Jean to him, clinging to her as though nothing would ever convince him to ever let go of her. His hold tightened again on Rogue's hand, enough to draw her attention to him, she turned, and he saw the tears in her eyes as she smiled. She had almost lost him too.
* * *
The Professor drew Rogue off to the side with Bobby, "I thought that Ororo and Scott might like a moment with Jean, but also I wanted to ask you something."
Rogue nodded, "Okay, what's up?"
"I think that you should go and tell Logan about Jean. He . . . trusts you. You're family to him; the only family that he has. I think that you should be the one to tell him."
Rogue's eyes slipped to the floor as she took this in and then she nodded, "Of course."
* * *
Bobby was waiting for her back at the hospital wing, and she was standing outside Logan's room trying to get up the nerve to go inside. How was she going to tell him? She had no idea what to say, let alone where to start. She raised her hand to knock but lost her nerve, she just needed a few minute to think. She glanced at her watch; she had only been standing there nineteen minutes.
Before she could make the decision to knock again the door opened revealing a sleepy looking Logan, "What's up kid? It's nearly quarter to six. There's no way that I can even try to sleep with you dancing back and forth out here."
Rogue bit her lip, "I wasn't dancing."
"Well okay then, wandering. Either way, is there something we need to talk about?"
Rogue nodded, "Yes, we really, really do."
Something about the seriousness in her voice caught his attention, "Is something wrong? Are you alright?"
"Oh, yes. It's just . . . we do need to talk."
Logan stood back from the door allowing her inside. Rogue flopped down into the chair in the corner of the room. She took a deep breath as he sat down on the edge of his bed opposite her, the best place to start, she guessed, was the beginning. "Bobby and I were just getting to sleep tonight at about two thirty when we got a call from the Professor, he told us to come to his office." She hesitated for a second, not sure of the best way to phrase it, "Well he told us that we were going to be needed for a mission, one that he wanted completed before morning. He'd received a message from someone that we had to go and help."
Logan nodded, "Okay, did you help them?"
"I think so." Rogue said almost laughing at the irony, "We checked all the surrounding hospitals because the Professor couldn't get a lock on them. But in the end, we did find . . . her. We found her and brought her back here."
Logan looked confused, "Okay. And that's a good thing, right?"
"Logan, the woman that the Professor got a message from.the woman was Jean Grey."
Logan didn't seem to register exactly what she had said for a few seconds. He looked confused, as though his brain was trying to make the words she'd said mean something else, "What? That's . . ." then his faced turned sympathetic, "Rogue, for a while, I kept thinking that she'd come back too, but it's not gonna happen. She died."
Rogue realised that Logan didn't believe her, "Logan, look at me." He met her eyes, "We went and brought Jean home. She is in the hospital wing right now. Scott and Ororo are with her. She is not dead, she is alive."
Logan was struck by the sincerity of her tone. He looked into her face for another second before deciding that she was obviously telling the truth. He leap to his feet, "I've gotta see her."
He headed for the door, and Rogue followed, "Logan, wait." He didn't seem to hear her, he just kept moving down the hall. Rogue felt herself panic slightly; Logan could not just rush in there with Ororo and Scott. She knew that as far as Scott was concerned it had nothing to do with Logan, he preferred to believe that Logan was irrelevant. "Logan, WAIT!" He did not slow down. Hating herself for doing it, she stretched out an arm and brought him to a standstill.
For a moment, Logan didn't seem to realise what had happened then he turned his head around to face her, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Logan, but you didn't listen. She's there. She's there with Ororo . . . and Scott. You can't jut run in there, you have to calm down."
Logan for a moment looked furious and then what she was actually saying seemed to penetrate his head. He took a deep breath, "I get it. It's okay."
She dropped her hand and he relaxed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to . . ."
Logan cut her, off, "No, you were right, you did the right thing. I could have just run in there. It wouldn't have been right."
Rogue smiled slightly, "I'm still sorry."
"I know that you are. Don't worry, I'm calm. Shall we go?"
Rogue nodded and walked over to him, she slipped her hand into his and squeezed, "Okay, let's go."
* * *
Rogue stood, still holding Logan's hand tightly as he stood next to the door, staring over at Jean. He kept staring at her, frowning slightly, blinking, and staring at her again, as though he was trying to convince himself that this wasn't a dream; that she was actually there.
* * *
Bobby watched. He didn't know what to say, what could he possibly say that was going to make it better for the guy? The woman he loved was there, being watched over by someone who wasn't him. He knew that Logan was just glad that Jean was alive, but he would have been even happier if he could have been the one in there.
Bobby glanced over at Rogue who sensed him looking at her and returned his gaze. She smiled slightly at him, and he returned it. He knew that she was feeling Logan's pain with him.
She was trying to offer him some measure of comfort, and for the first time, Bobby found that he wasn't jealous of the older man. He had been. He had been unbelievably jealous at one point.
Bobby couldn't quite put his finger on when, but he knew that he had realised, Rogue loved him, more than she loved anyone else; more than she ever had loved anyone else, more than she ever would, just like he loved her. And because of that, he didn't mind that she loved other people too. He didn't feel that need for total possession, because she was his, and he was hers, and that was pretty much all that mattered.
* * *
Bobby walked over to Rogue's sleeping form. She was curled up on a chair. Logan had asked her to stay for a while. He had just stood next to the observation glass and she had pulled up a chair behind him. Bobby had gone over to talk to him, "I know that it's a dumb question, but are you . . ." he had been going to say 'alright' but that was just too stupid, "Are you coping?"
Logan turned slightly, "Yeah. It . . . it hurts that I'm not in there, but . . ." his face broke out into a smile, "She's alive. That's enough."
Bobby nodded, "Yeah."
* * *
Bobby slipped an arm beneath Rogue and lifted her into his grasp. She sighed slightly and snuggled against his chest. He glanced over at Logan, "Do you mind if I take her back to bed. We have classes in like two hours."
Just as he spoke Scott pushed open the door, "Don't worry about that, I think that the two of you are going to come down with a case of isolated food poisoning."
Bobby smiled, "Thanks."
Scott laughed, "Are you kidding? You're thanking me? I'm never gonna be able to thank the two of you. Not really. Not enough." Scott's eyes fell on Logan, he seemed to harden for a second and then soften, "Are you coming in to see her or not?"
Logan looked surprised and then grateful, "Yeah, thanks."
Scott held the door open and Logan walked though it, "Take her to get some sleep. You too."
Bobby smiled and walked out.
* * *
Bobby sighed, a little of Rogue's telekinesis might have proved very useful right about now. He slipped her legs up to the crook of his arm and twisted the doorknob. The door slid open. Kicking it shut behind him, he was incredibly thankful that neither of them had remembered to lock it in their haste to get to the Professor.
Bobby gently laid Rogue on the bed. She sighed and reached out towards his usual side of the bed and Bobby knew that she was feeling for him. A slight frown marred her features when she didn't find him. He smiled and eased her feet out of her shoes. He moved to put them under the desk where they kept all of them and his eyes fell on the letter that he had written to his parents.
He smiled slightly when he thought about how only a few hours ago the letter he had received had devastated him. Now he understood something. He didn't need them anymore. His eyes fell on the sleeping girl. He had her. And it wasn't even just that, though that would have been enough. He had them all. Ororo, Scott, Logan, the Professor, Kurt, Kitty, Jubes, and now Jean, and there were more. They were all together.
He tore the letter in half inside its envelope. He sat down, he thought back to the other, he had said a lot of things that he thought needed saying, now . . .
* * *
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry that you feel that way, but it's your decision of course. I will send this letter with the people, the mutants who come to collect my things.
Robert.
* * *
Bobby moved back over to the bed, he carefully undressed Rogue, slipping one of her ridiculously large t-shirts over her head. He smiled as he thought how gorgeous she looked in them. He was about to move her to pull the blankets from under her when her eyes flicked open, "I was going to help you but it felt good."
He grinned down at her, "I bet." He undressed himself flinging his clothes in the laundry basket, and climbing over her to his side of the bed, "Lift."
He made as though to pull the blankets from under them if she moved a little, she smiled, "Nah." She raised a hand to him and they both moved about six inches off the bed. He gasped and she pushed the blankets down the bed. They landed softly and were covered again. She moved over and snuggled down into his arms. "Mmm."
He slipped his arms around her, pulling her body against his. "Well, do you think it's been somewhat of an eventful day?"
She raised her head and smiled into his face, "I think that's like saying the Antarctica is somewhat nippy."
"Yeah, have to agree." He drifted into thought for a second, "I can't believe she's back."
"I just . . . I'm scared that tomorrow it'll be a dream and she won't be."
He shook his head, "Different minds."
She touched his cheek, "Sometimes I wonder."
"Me too."
She frowned slightly, "Were you . . . you looked a little intense when we were watching Jean with Logan."
Bobby could tell from the look on her face that she was asking if he was mad at her for trying to comfort Logan. He pretended to think, "Well . . . you know I might have been mortally and emotionally wounded that you weren't standing with . . ." he was going to tease her but the look of horror on her face was too much, "No, I'm teasing. It was fine."
She looked at him hesitantly, "Are you sure?"
He nodded, "I had something of an epiphany."
"Yeah? How so?"
He took a breath trying to think how to put it, "I guess . . . I got it. You know, that you love me."
She looked confused, "It's taken you 'til now to figure that out?"
"No. I mean, that you loved ME. Me more than anyone. That I didn't need to compete because I'd already got you. You're mine and . . ."
She smiled, "And you're mine." She leaned up and kissed him. After a second she moved away and propped herself up with both hands on his chest, "Do you really get it? That I love you. You. I have never and will never love anyone as much as I love you." He lifted a hand to her face and she shivered and sighed in pleasure at his touch, her eyes drifting shut. After a second she opened her eyes again, "See? All you have to do is touch me and I melt."
He smiled and pulled her to him kissing her hard and full. He loved her so much. His tongue rubbed gently, teasingly, against hers.
It was a good thing they had time to sleep in.