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Chapter 6

"No way," Jean said as she walked into the hanger. "No way are you teaching me to fly." Scott turned around to face her. He had been surveying the new mini-jet, his new pride and joy.

"Yes, I'm the one who's going to teach you to fly. I don't want any complaints."

"Oh you won't get any complaints." Jean snapped as she shoved past him knocking him almost off balance. She boarded the mini-jet without looking back at him.

"This is going to be a very long three hours."

Scott settled into the co-pilot seat and buckled his shoulder harness and lap belt. He looked over at Jean who was already buckled in and flipping and turning switches beginning the startup sequence.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Scott asked checking the monitors on his side. He frowned at what he saw. "Damn…"

"What?" Jean asked reaching above her head to flip a few more switches and turned a dial. She looked over at Scott.

Scott looked up. "Nothing. I asked you if you were sure you're ready for this?"

"I'll be fine. Besides, you're with me." She didn't look at him as she spoke her tone slightly sarcastic. Scott suddenly realized he didn't want to be the one teaching Jean to pilot the Blackbird.

"Just start her up and we'll get going." Jean started the mini-jet and carefully took off out through the hidden tunnel. Once up in the air she guided the jet and leveled it out. "Very good." Scott praised her. "Just keep it nice and easy, nice and slow."

"I know how to fly, Scott. I'm a telekinetic."

"That's levitation, Jean. There's a difference." Scott shifted in his seat and checked the monitors again and groaned in dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong? You've been looking at those monitor screens every ten seconds."

"Nothing. This thing wasn't exactly ready for air trial, but Logan thought it would be good to teach you to fly the real jet in. There's still a few bugs in this thing that need to be worked out."

"Oh yeah, Scott that makes me feel so much better." Her words were drenched in sarcasm.

"Just relax. It won't effect us, it was nothing major."

"You say that now."

"Don't start with me."

Jean didn't answer that, she didn't need to have the last word, and even if she did Scott's ego still wouldn't grow any smaller. "What happened t us? This last month has been hell without you."

"Really, it's been sheer freedom for me." Jean remained silent for a minute after that. "What happened, Scott, was you. All you wanted to do was have sex that's it. And I didn't want a relationship like that, all I wanted was something nice and slow, and all you wanted was a roller coaster ride. Well, you got it, over and over. I got sick of it and I wanted out, so I got out. That's what happened. I don't want to talk about it anymore." They cruised in an uncomfortable silence for more than an hour Jean glancing over at Scott every now and then and throwing him nasty looks for the way he was leaning back in his seat hands folded behind his head.

She did have to admit just watching him doze lightly in that position made him seem so undeniably sxy. She let her eyes travel down the whole length of his body and rest at his groin. She shook her head and set her focus back on flying and let out a quiet sigh, checked the monitors, flipped a few switches and continued her flight. "Nothing is going to happen." Jean told herself.

A siren and red flashing lights awaked Scott. He jumped in his seat and looked around to see Jean, with the hood of her uniform thrown back, her belt and harness undone, and blood running down her face. He then noticed the gash in her forehead and his eyes traveled to the control board where a few switches were covered in blood. "What happened?" Scott shouted to be heard over the alarms.

"I don't know! It just happened!" Jean shouted back. "What do I do?" Jean looked over at him in fear clear and present in her eyes. "Scott!"

"Sorry. I don't know what to do, Jean. Try and land."

Jean took the controls and began a slow and risky descent. The whole mini-jet was shuddering. "I…I can't do this, Scott!" Scott took over quickly. "Scott, what's going to happen?" Jean's voice shook.

"I don't know just…Jean!" Jean fainted forward into the control board, this time her left temple hitting the switches and buttons. Scott didn't have time to pick her up if he wanted to land the jet even half safely. The ground was coming up fast; he was going to have to crash the jet. And it all happened fast. One moment he was sitting behind the control board and the next he was lying flat against it. When he roused into consciousness he looked around for Jean, her body was lying in the pilot seat, and she was still unconsciousness. Scott scooped her up and carried her from the jet and set her down on the ground. "Jean, wake up, please. Come on."

She coughed and her eyes opened slowly. "I'm…fine, Scott. My head hurts."

"You have a bad wound on you forehead, I need to patch it up. I'm so thankful you're all right. I though you were dead."

"No," Jean laughed, "I'm fine." She reached up and cupped his jaw. "Thank you." Scott cradled Jean in his arms for a few minutes more just looking at her and stroking her hair.

"I do love you, and I'm sorry I was always such an ass."

"I forgive you. I shouldn't get so upset so easily. I love you, too."

"Weird, huh?"

"What?"

"A crash and near-death experience bring us back together."

"That's just life, Scott." They kissed when Jean finished her sentence a quick and gentle kiss, a reconnecting with each other. Scott let her lean against the safer side of the jet while he retrieved the First Aid kit from inside. When he had finished cleaning her up she asked the question he knew had been coming. "So what are we going to do?"

"I contacted Logan. We're actually not that far from the mansion, only two or three hours. He said he'd try and get here by tonight but we shouldn't hold our breath, and to do anything we could until he got here."

"In terms of what?"

"Just taking care of ourselves."

"How did I know…?"

"Because you're a very gifted and wonderful telepath."

Jean didn't know when she had passed out but when she awoke she was lying in a bed in a room she was familiar with, a room that was tiled in yellow and white with four beds along one wall and small metal tables along the opposite. She sat up slowly feeling a pain along her ribs.

"Take it easy, Jean." Scott said laying her back down on the bed. "You have some cracked ribs apparently. I know, why didn't you feel anything after we crashed? I don't know, Jean, but after Logan found us you were passed out and when we got back here Hank checked you over and said you had some cracked ribs. He stitched the gash on your forehead as well. He said you would be back to normal in a few days. I'm just glad it was nothing worse."

"Scotty," Jean whispered reaching out for his hand twining their fingers. "I love you." She looked up into his glasses, into the smile on his face. She loved the way his bangs just fell across his forehead giving him the innocent look.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." He leaned down and kissed her. "Can we wipe the slate clean and start our relationship over?"

"Like renewing vows, yes, Scott we can start over. As soon as I'm out of this bed, we'll go out to dinner. Now lay next to me, I need a better pillow than this lump behind my head."

Scott smiled and settled down into the bed beside her letting her wrap her arms around him and lay her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead as she fell asleep. "It's a date."

A/N: DONE! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! REVIEW PLEASE!