Chapter 1

He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, her head hitting nearly hard enough to knock her out. His hands were wrapped around her neck, his thumbs pushing on her air pipe. She struggled against him pushing at him as hard as she could, and trying to escape from his grasp. She tried to say something. "Stop… Stop it…" She choked out.

"You don't like this, huh? You don't like being dominated you domineering little bitch!" he took his hands off and threw her to the floor. "Class dismissed…"

Jean shot up in her bed in a cold sweat the sheets falling off her legs as she threw them back. She was levitating above her bed again. This always happened when she had a nightmare, or a "bad dream" as she called them when she discussed them with anyone. She was embarrassed to refer to them as nightmares. She fell with a thump onto her mattress when she lost her train of thought then brought her knees to her chest and hugged them tight, shivering ever so slightly. Outside her wall length, floor-to-ceiling windows, it was raining hard. Lightning struck followed almost immediately by a loud bang of thunder, loud enoughto make Jean scream. She was deathly afraid of thunder and lightning storms (and clowns). Jean got up and shut her long blue curtains then she made her way back over to her bed and curled up under her thick blanket. She hugged her pillow as another round of lightning and thunder crashed down. Oh how she despised these storms… Well, like she always told herself, if one can't sleep one should find something that makes one sleepy, otherwise she would just read or write in her journal. She chose to write in her journal. I should record my dream after all, she thought to herself as she slipped from her bed and pulled her journal from her nightstand along with a pen. She made herself comfortable and opened her journal to her last entry so she could judge what her last personal thoughts had been. It was dated over a week ago, she didn't write as often she would like… Poor me, she questioned herself.

Should I really record these thoughts? I don't know if I should? I'm going out with Duncan, right, I like Duncan, right? I don't know, do I? Well, I'm having feelings for someone else. Actually, that's a lie, I've had these feelings for a while, five years to be exact. I'm not in love with Duncan, I know that I'm not, I just really, really like him. Maybe its infatuation, I don't know! My other feelings are, however, not infatuation, they're love; real, true, deep love. For whom do I have these feelings you may ask, I don't know if I should tell you.

Ok, I can't hide it, I love him too much, its Scott, the one that I keep writing about for three days in a row every couple of weeks. Oh God! There I said it, happy? Good. I can't write anymore, I'm getting distracted.

Now she remembered… But should she record her dream after her last entry. If Scott ever read this someday… No he wouldn't dare disrespect her privacy, he didn't even know that she kept a journal. She picked up her pen, wrote the date, and began her entry.

It's just after two in the morning, I know but don't get on my ass I had another bad dream. It was actually very disturbing. Scott… Scott attacked me. No let me take that back, it wasn't a bad dream, it was more like a vision, anyway… Scott grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. He didn't stop until I was almost passed out. Then he threw me on the ground and said, "class dismissed", and we were both in our uniforms. Maybe it could mean that it happened, (or might happen) in the DR. I don't know, this is very confusing and it's giving me a headache. I'm going to go take something and go back to sleep. I have tests in school tomorrow.

Jean placed her marker on the page then her journal and placed it and the pen back in her nightstand. She switched her light off then melted back down into her blanket and laid her head on her pillow. It took her almost thirty minutes to fall back asleep, she couldn't stop thinking about her "vision" of Scott attacking her. "I really hope I'm wrong about this, Scott, but tomorrow I'm going to be very careful around you."

Flash…

Jean saw a smiling face before her framed with curly brown hair.

Flash…

She saw Scott…

Flash…

She saw herself holding someone's hand. She couldn't see his face

Flash…

Scott was smiling down at her.

Flash…

A bird flashed before her eyes and she heard an ear-piercing screech as flames engulfed it…

Jean shot up in her bed again. Sunlight was pouring in through her windows. She breathed hard for a moment trying to calm herself. She slowly set her feet on the floor and let her head fall into her hands. "Oh God…" she whispered wrapping her arms around her middle. "What's wrong with me?" Jean sat on her bed for a few minutes breathing and trying to clear her mind, running her fingers back through her hair and pulling at the roots hoping that by doing it the pain from her headache would subdue. She stood and grabbed her hairbrush off her vanity and headed for the bathroom.

Hot water rushed down over her shoulders relaxing her muscles and generated a tranquil feeling inside her. She began washing her body when the door was slammed open and the curtain thrown aside. Jean nearly screamed but Scott grabbed her hands and pinned her against the wall. He didn't seem to care that his clothes were getting soaked. A rush of sensual feelings coursed through Jean's body and thoughts rushed through her head. She looked up at Scott, and he was gone. She was standing all alone in the shower the curtain was still in place from when she had shut it upon first getting into the shower. She shook her head to ease herself from her reverie. That was when she first heard the banging on the door.

"Jean, it's been a half hour! Get out!" it was Scott. Why does it matter to him, Jean thought, its Saturday? "Get out now! We have a session in twenty minutes!" Jean shut the water off and grabbed a towel. When she walked out Scott gave her an up and down glance, though Jean didn't know it, and said, "though I don't see the point of a shower before a DR session when you're just going to get dirty sweating." He slammed the door shut and Jean heard the sink turn on.

"Asshole." She whispered to herself as she walked back to her room. She dressed in her uniform and hurried downstairs to grab a piece of fruit then made her way down to the second sub-level peeling her orange and consuming the juicy wedges. She stood in front of the massive two-piece door that was the entrance to the Danger Room and wiped her hands clean of the citrus juices from her breakfast. She walked over to the keypad beside the door and punched in the code that would unlock it. The doors swung open with a heavy metallic sound and ended with a thud. The lights turned on as Jean stepped into the Danger Room.

"You know you're supposed to wait for me." Scott hissed as he walked past her.

"What?" Jean asked raising her arms and shrugging her shoulders. "Scott, the session starts in five minutes why not get everything ready."

"You wait for me." Scott derided bearing down on her. "I'm field leader, I control everything."

"Yes, ma'am." Jean whispered under her breath as Scott stalked off to check the equipment.

Jean stood off to the side listening to Scott bark orders at the young group of trainees that they had been working with for the last three weeks. Jean walked from piece to piece of training equipment attempting to distract her mind, even though she knew she shouldn't, Scott might need her. Fat chance of that happening, Jean thought to herself, Scott never asks for help he always has to be in control. Jean snapped from her daydream when she heard Scott raise his voice and his language become brutal.

"Scott!" Jean shouted rushing over. "Stop it, don't treat them like that! They're kids!"

"They're thirteen and fourteen! And it's Cyclops! You should know that! You're only second in command, I'm your superior!"

"Yes," Jean responded, "and it is the duty of the second in command to step in when the primary leader can not fulfill his station of command. This qualifies, Scott! Step down!"

The group of trainees watched as Jean eyeballed Cyclops until he stepped away. Jean faced the students and began apologizing when a yellow gloved hand reached out and grabbed her throat and slammed her against the wall. Jean tried to scream but Scott's grasp was restricting her from making any sounds whatsoever. She suddenly remembered her dream, but Scott was using only one hand and she assumed he was staring her in the eye. "Scott…" she managed to choke out. "Scott…stop it."

"You don't like this, do you?" he shouted. "You don't like being dominated you domineering little bitch!" Scott loosened his hold on her throat and threw her to the floor then stood and watched as she gasped for air. "Class dismissed." Scott headed for the door and stalked out. Jean was soon to follow holding her throat and trying to breathe.

"You all can go." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just go." She repeated. Jean walked all the way to the locker room and shut and locked the door behind her. Once there she sat down on one of the benches and massaged her throat a bit more. She felt suddenly like she was not alone and heard a sink in one of the bathrooms running along with mumbled cursing.

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