Wen1- I kind of just made this up myself, Jean's inhibitor is a silver ring that she can wear on any finger and it will "shut down" her powers so that she can't use them just in case she's in a certain situation, her being drunk for example, she won't have any "slip-ups", and there won't be anyone with a fried brain or someone just floating around.

Chapter 4

Jean couldn't remember how long she'd been down in the gym. She had been using the punching bag for however many hours straight she had been down there, and now there was a serious soft spot where she had been punching it. She was busily hurling a rotation of punches, jabs, and kicks at the bag trying to knock her hangover out of her. She was repulsed with herself. How could she have gotten herself drunk like that? Had she no responsibility? Scott was right, she was lucky she had been wearing her inhibitor or there may have been some real damage, some real, irreversible damage. Jean threw another kick and several punches. She felt sick inside from what she had done. That wasn't her at all. She began cursing every time she hit the bag. It did nothing to calm her down, only add more fuel to her anger.

"No wonder I can't find you."

"Ah!" Jean turned with a shout and several small had weights went flying in the direction of the doors. Scott dodged them just in time. "Sorry." Jean muttered. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and reached her had out, her water levitating over into it. She took a long sip and set it down on the near bench.

"Jean, don't beat yourself so much, you were just upset."

"Don't start with me, Scott, I'm in a foul mood." Scott walked over and sat down on the bench. "Are we alone down here?" Jean asked turning back to the bag.

"As far as I know. It's the second sub-level."

"Good."

"How long have you been down here?"

"I don't know, six hours?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Nope." Jean began kicking and punching the bag again. Scott went over and held it still. "If I happen to "accidentally" hit you, you'll forgive me, right?"

"Depends on where you hit me." Jean didn't respond. She had the sudden urge to do several things to a certain part of his body. She shook the thoughts off and refocused her concentration. "Jean?"

"Yes, Scott?"

"Can we talk?"

"What about?" Scott let the bag go and took her hand. "Scott, I'm warning you."

"Come here and sit down, take a break." Jean followed Scott over to a bench and they sat down. She was breathing hard from her workout so Scott got her water bottle and opened it for her.

"Thanks."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I'm really proud of you, Jean. You really are the most wonderful woman I know." Scott reached over and placed his hand on hers. "I think you are just so…astonishing, astounding, and breathtaking. You are so beautiful…"

Scott continued on with his praise holding on to Jean's hand, absentmindedly stroking the back of it with his thumb. Jean didn't seem to notice, she was caught up in his voice and his hand holding hers. A smile was on her face that just wasn't going to disappear. Yet, unbeknownst to them all, someone was just outside the gym, listening to every word that was being spoken. She craned her head around the side of the door and looked in. Jean was speaking now in a low voice.

"Scott, thank you, you… You just made me feel so much better, I can't ignore it. I want so bad to deny everything you just said, because I feel it to be false, but I can't. I know it's coming from your heart, and I know that you're trying to make me feel better. Scott," Jean moved closer to him. "Scott, there's something I've been wanting to do for a while." Jean placed her hands on his face and leaned in and kissed him passionately, her hands sliding down and her arms slipping around his neck as his wrapped securely around her waist.

The watcher turned back and stood flat against the wall feeling her heart ache as she watched the two young lovers inside the gym share a moment of love. She looked back and saw that they were now holding each other's hand, the others were wrapped in each other's hair. She turned back again and ran off.

The lovers parted slowly, breathing hard, and pulled away hesitantly. "I want to do that again." Jean breathed and grabbed the sides of Scott's face leaning in and kissing him again, but with no less passion. He grabbed her back, his hands flat on her back clutching at her. They began falling back. Scott's back soon hit the bench and Jean lay on top of him. She began pulling his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands underneath it. Scott let his hands fall from around her and one begin to slip underneath the semi-tight t-shirt she was wearing. His hand ran up the smooth skin of her stomach, along her side, and around to her back. He ran his other hand up her back under the shirt to join the other. Jean ran a hand down the side of his face as she parted from him. "Scott…" Jean sat up and pulled him with her. "Scott… I think… I think we need to talk about this before we go any further." Scott nodded.

"And you need to eat something, or at least eat more. I could feel your ribs." Jean smiled at him.

"Let's make an appearance."

"Fine by me."

A/N: Three things: short chappy, sry. Guess who the watcher is... REVIEW PLEASE!