Disclaimer: I don't own any of these, just chill, I'm playing, promise. This is in a different reality, where Jean and Scott actually marry and don't get a proper honeymoon.

A/N: Thank you so much to the people who reviewed! I will continue, cause I wanna know what's going to happen too! Pluuus, thanks, Hank people often think is boring, but he's great! And wayy funny if hanging out with Bobby, but he deserves happiness, dontcha think? Love Jott, but Ororo and Logan are cute, the calm and the feral! Hope you enjoy…

Scott lay back contentedly and gazed up at the 'stars', tinted in red. He smiled despite his curse and gift and rolled over to look at his true gift, the woman that had seen past Cyclops, seen past the fearless leader, past just Xavier's protégé and had warmed his heart. She had broken his defences and captured his heart, just as he had given it for a glimpse of love in those startling green eyes, and a flash of a smile on her soft lips. Cyclops, X-Man, Field Commander, Tightwad. Most people knew him by all those titles, only a few knew him as Scott Summers, the man, loving husband, loyal friend and ready to sacrifice everything, including his life for one man's dream, which he followed with all his heart.

Next to him, Jean Summers stirred from her light sleep, feeling her husbands thoughts and love running across the surface of her own mind. Smiling sleepily she brought up a hand and touched his face, bringing him from his reverie.

Scott, love you too my darling

Kissing her palm, Scott Summers felt like the luckiest man alive and the feeling intensified as he leant closer to graze her lips with his own.

If this isn't heaven Jean, then I don't know what could be…

Close by the two lovers 'honeymoon resort', which was situated in the sub-basement levels of 1407 Greymalkin Drive, Westchester, another couple were deep in conversation and argument.

"Tessa, how can you believe such nonsense!" Henry P McCoy cried, raising to his feet dramatically.

Tessa Niles rose up also and roared back at him. "It's not nonsense Hank! It's my opinion and that of many others!"

The Beast growled and sat back down. "Your opinion, bah!"

"Humbug." His female companion grinned, causing a feral smirk to pass across his features.

"I still believe you to be wrong." He chuckled and held up his spoon. "Cheesecake far surpasses carrot cake."

Laughing, Sage leaned over to touch his hand. Hank found himself smiling at the contact, when barely two hours ago he would have recoiled and snarled. It was nice, he thought, when people were not afraid of a man covered in blue fur.

Sage herself was looking into the soft brown eyes of the doctor and brilliant scientist. How she had longed to tell him of her love and admiration. How she had pushed herself away, hoping him to know somehow. And how she was afraid of finding happiness in case it be fickle.

A sigh escaped her and once more their conversation struck up, now changing to other things except food. Time was a healer, it was said, but it could also be an adventure, and an exciting one at that.

Life around the mansion was calm. The sun had risen only two short hours ago, and dew still sparkled on the lawns outside. The kitchen was clean, and the living areas weren't cluttered, all was at peace, almost tranquil, then the students began to wake.

"KITTY! GET YOUR LITTLE SCRAWNY SELF OUT HERE NOW!"

"Ah'm up, ah'm up, quit it ya sneak thief…"

"WHAT DID I DO NOW SAM?"

"Oh chere, Gambit didn't mean no harm, he just thought dat ya might want-"

"PRYDE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!"

Smiling, a head rose from a soft pillow, and a smile graced the face of the bed's occupant. Stretching elegantly, two feet slid from the light covers and never touched the floor. Guiding herself to the window, the goddess of the X-Mansion pulled one curtain aside, to gaze at the untouched scenery and the Bright Lady's triumphs of morning glory.

"QUIT YOWLIN' BOTH O' YA, BEOFRE AH GET ANGRY!"

All went silent across the hallway, and once again Ororo smiled to herself.

Never incur the anger of a woman with super strength.

She laughed and wandered into the bathroom, wondering how Logan had slept after their talk.

Truth be told, he hadn't. The feral Canadian glanced at the door after hearing Rogue quieten Sam Guthrie and Katherine, more commonly known as 'Kitty', Pryde. He chuckled to himself, Rogue was a character, like himself, he supposed. Grunting at this thought, he turned his mind back to what had kept him awake.

Ororo Monroe… Beauty… Weather witch… Wind-rider… Goddess…

A semblance of a smile crossed his features. There was a woman, a true goddess, and free spirit, one that deserved the adoration of people. He knew that she had it, she held herself correctly, spoke calmly, argued amazingly, and kissed… how he'd love to know that… Logan closed his eyes and imagined if she actually felt the same way. HAH! As if she would..

Now look what ya did Logan, ya talked yerself into a depression. Well luck getting' outta it bub.

Remy looked over at 'his' Southern belle, the dangerous Rogue, with the 'poison' skin. He loved her more than any, and she had beaten this thief at his own game, by stealing his heart. She knew he liked her, how could she not with him following her around, giving her presents, writing poetry and more for her. He stood above her in his usual civilian attire, polo-neck sweater, black trousers and his ever present duster. (A/N – his looooong coat)

She wasn't his though, not really. She'd never sworn her heart to him, never told him how deeply she cared in turn, but she had good reason; fear. Her mutant powers had activated during her first kiss with a boy, Cody. Since then her powers had allowed her to absorb any person's memories, skills, life force, or in mutant cases, powers. Her gift and her curse. Her powers being as they were, she couldn't make any skin contact with other people, for fear she'd hurt, kill them or worse – and the pain she always felt through them staying in her head was unbearable at times. It was only through Professor Xavier she'd been able to have a chance. Her super strength and other abilities were from an encounter with Ms Marvel, Carol Danvers, when Mystique, Rogue's 'mother', had told her to keep holding Ms Marvel's face as the super heroine flew a plane.

Now rolling over to the 'sneak thief' as she had called him, Rogue was able to smile truly. "So what do ah have t' do t' find out what ah'm sup'sd t' have wanted Remy?"

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and curled seductively under her thin covering. As any man would, Remy reacted, but unlike some others, he knelt by the side of her bed, and stared into her green eyes with his own red and black ones.

"Now you know dat ole Remy shouldn't tell ya dat chere. It might hurt dem dere ears o' yours, or make you wanna give in fin'lly to a certain Cajun."

A charismatic grin lit his features, Remy was no fool, even if he acted so a lot of the time, but never with women, and most certainly never with the one he adored. He knew the effect he had on the opposite gender, had he not seen it every time? But he knew he wouldn't ever be with another woman again if Rogue would be with him.

"Fahne, ah'll get up an' see. May 's well, ah can see ah'll get no peace if ya'll 'round stick here 'til ah do."

"Should I stay where I am petite, or you still bashful?"

Swatting a hand at Remy, still a little sleepy, Rogue smiled into her pillow. He crossed the room in a few steps.

"Den I guess Remy'll wait outside for ya, petite."

"Love ya Remy…" Rogue muttered to herself a small light passing across her face, yet she was unwilling to admit it to him, without certainty he wasn't going to break her heart.

Scott and Jean were sharing the same sentiments on their honeymoon, lying tired next to one another, Jean suddenly pricked up her ears and began to stand. Her husband rolled over and watched her move, grinning to himself and more than one immensely unpure thought running through his mind.

She turned back and smiled. Scott, if you will think such things, you know I will hear.

Maybe I want you to Jean, maybe that's my intention. He shrugged and smiled at her beautiful laugh, his heart swelling to know that she was laughing with him, not any other.

I think your libido needs a cold shower Scott Summers.

Scott barely had time to look up before his darling wife had dumped a bucket of ice cold water over his head and upper torso. He registered shock and gasped loudly at the sheer iciness of it. Scrambling to his feet, he pulled off the now soaked shirt he'd put on minutes ago.

"That is it Jean Summers, you are totally toast!"

Shrieking with laughter and happiness, Jean darted off with him in hot pursuit, both of them laughing, relaxing, and generally letting themselves have a break from being super heroes, and being a couple deeply in love.

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Have updated, due to my brain thinking one thing and knowing another. Sorry all you Rogue fans, I've been watching the movies too much. Altered it and now GREEN eyes. Hope that's okay people!