During the past few days Jean had been doing her best
to avoid
both Jamie and Scott. She had spent most of
her time in her room,
reading. "Jean, can I talk to
you?" It was Jamie.
Jean ignored Jamie on the other side of the door and
continued
reading. But Jamie would not be ignored; she
opened the door and
walked inside, "Jean…"
Jean looked up from her book and stared daggers at her sister before she continued to read.
"Oh, come on Jean! Talk to me, please?" Jamie begged sitting down on the bed. "Please…"
"Talk to Scott," Jean said icily. She didn't
even
bother
looking up from her book.
"I deserved that." Jamie said, sadly. "But you
can't
stay mad at me forever. Jean, please talk to me."
Jean put her book down and glared hard at Jamie, "You wanna
talk, Jamie? Okay, I'll talk, you listen. I died
to save the lives
of the people I care for, and then I
come back, two and a half
years later, and find that
my sister is with Scott, the man who
used to be my
fiancé! And if that isn't enough, they're
getting
married in about three weeks!" She finally let
it
snap. All the anger, pain and frustration she felt
broke
like the dam at Alkali Lake. "And everyone is
suspicions of
me, thinking that I'm not Jean. Well, I
am Jean, and the only one
who believes me is Logan. My
own sister and my best and closet
friends are still a
little unsure. Heck, even Xavier is unsure!"
Jamie's head hung low. If you put it like that, she
did sound
like a bad guy. Everyone did, except for
Logan. This time, Logan
was the good guy. "I'm sorry,
Jean. I truly am. But you've
been dead for almost
three years. And slowly we began to accept
that, Jean.
Believe it or not, you tied us all together, and
when
you left everything fell apart. Scott and I moved
on, together.
Logan kept to himself more and got
meaner, a hell of a lot meaner.
Storm, has changed.
And so have Xavier and the kids. And new
students came, and then Hank…" Jamie said, slowly starting to
cry, "Please forgive me Jean. Please forgive Scott and
the
others too. It's just that…" She couldn't finish
her
sentence through her choked sobs.
Jean watched Jamie cry. Damn, Jamie knew that Jean
can't
handle waterworks. Jean moved around on the bed
and hugged her
sister. "I do forgive you Jamie, all of
you." She said,
soothingly, stroking her sister's
hair, "It's just that, I
can feel everyone's
uncertainty, and that they don't trust me like
they
used to." she explained.
Jamie nodded, against Jean's shoulder, "I know. Just
give
us time. We're still taken aback, with you coming
back.
I mean we all thought you died…" Jamie said, her
tears
slowly fading.
Jean pulled away from Jamie and wiped away the last of her tears,
and gave her a warm smile, "Do you love
him?" She asked
softly; clearing talking about Scott.
Jamie looked at Jean, her eyes immediately light up,
"Yes,
I do. I love him very much." She answered.
Jean
nodded, hiding the pain with a caring and loving
expression,
"Good." She stated and kissed her sister's
forehead.
"Does he treat you well?" She added
Jamie nodded, "He does." She answered. "And, Jean,
if you're uncomfortable with me and Scott getting
married, you
don't have to come to our wedding. I'd
understand." She
added, softly.
Jean nodded, slowly; her brows funneling in thought.
She seems
to be thinking about something; their
wedding. She looked at Jamie
and grinned, "Do you have
a bridesmaid yet?" she asked.
Jamie's face instantly beamed. "No Jean, I haven't.
But
would you be my bridesmaid? Please?" she asked,
clearly
exited.
Jean laughed at her sister's excitement, "I'd be
honored."
Jean answered right before Jamie tackled
her, with a bear hug. The
both of them fell of off
Jean's bed, with a shriek. Jean's mood
clearly
had lifted since Jamie and Scott arrived at the
Institute.
And Jamie was delighted for that.
They lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, both
of them
content and lost in their own thoughts.
Finally Jean broke the comfortable silence, "What
color
dress should I get?"
"It doesn't matter. The
wedding is a black and white
wedding, and you're the only
bridesmaid." Jamie
replied.
Jean nodded solemnly, "Jamie, what are you cooking
tonight?"
She asked.
Jamie suddenly sat up, "Crap! I forgot all about
dinner!"
she murmured. In a hurry, she got up. "I'll
send someone for
you when it's done." she said before
rushing out of the
bedroom.
Jean watched her sister storm out of the room, before
she too
stood and left her room. Time for a little chat
with
Scott. If he's up for it, that is.