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Chapter 11: Moving On

As Jean shut the door she put her back to it and shut it the rest of the way eyeing Scott the whole time. "Was that really necessary?" she asked. Scott reached beside her and slid the deadbolt lock.

"Yes, it was. The more he thinks you're taken, the less he'll try and win you back. Even though he doesn't know that you don't want him anymore." Scott placed his hands on either side of Jean's body and began leaning in.

"I never did want him." Jean said pushing his right arm away and sliding underneath it. She walked back over to her table and sat down once more with her drawing.

"Fine." Scott said under his breath. He walked back into the kitchen resumed cooking dinner.

"What?" Jean looked up at him from her drawing.

"Nothing." Scott said not taking his eyes off the cutting board.

"Scott, I don't love him. I never did, I never will." Jean sighed and got up from her seat. She walked over to Scott then reached down and took his hand. "Scott," She reached up and turned him towards her. Scott stared at her through his glasses. "There's only been one man I've ever truly loved, and I'm looking at him." Scott looked away from Jean for a moment not believing what he was hearing. Jean took the side of his face with her hand and turned him back towards her. "Don't think I have forgotten the day you left."

"I'd rather not think about that day." Scott whispered. He reached out and ran a hand down Jean's face.

"There are a lot of days we'd rather not think about. But let's not worry about them, Scott. It's all in the past." Jean dropped her voice lower. "What's past is past, Scott, and there's no changing it. Let's focus now on the present, right now this moment." Jean stopped and raised herself a bit on her toes. "I love you, Scott Summers." She whispered to him and leaned up kissing his mouth. She felt Scott's arms wrap instinctively around her and then he began to kiss her back.


When Warren arrived back at his apartment he thought severely of emptying his bar, then remembered he had another one of his parents many boring business parties to attend later that evening. But he couldn't go alone, what would his father say? He couldn't show up without someone on his arm to introduce his parents to. Then it came to him. Warren picked up the phone on his bar counter and dialed the institute.

"Hey, is Betsy there? Hey, Betsy, it's Warren. Would you be interested in attending a party with me this evening? You would, ok. I'll be around to pick you up a little before eight. Yes, it's formal. Ok, see you tonight, bye." Warren hung up. What had he just done? He didn't know a thing about this girl, except that she had purple hair, she was British, and obviously a mutant, and she liked to read. So Warren spent the better part of the rest of the day worrying about later that night. At quarter to eight he found himself straightening his tie in front of his bedroom mirror and talking to himself. He arrived ten minutes later at the mansion where he saw Betsy waiting on the front steps for him. She had her long lavender tresses pulled back and elegantly arranged into a fancy bun on the back of her head. She was wearing a dress that reflected the color of her hair and accentuated her skin tone perfectly. The dress fell straight down on her hugging her curves. Warren's breath was taken away when he saw her. All memories of Jean were driven from his mind when he saw the beautiful woman waiting for him.

Ever the gentleman he got out of his car and opened the passenger door for her. "Ready for an interesting night?" He asked as they pulled out. Betsy smiled at him. "Good."

"Warren, who is this delightful young woman?" Warren turned around to see his mother drifting toward him and Betsy and greeted her.

"This is Betsy Braddock, a friend." Warren watched as his mother swooned over Betsy then took her off to begin introducing her around, just as she had done with Jean. "Please don't let this one be a repeat." Warren whispered to himself. He started his own mingling, walking around for nearly an hour or so before he gracefully bumped into his date.

"Warren, could we leave?" Betsy asked sounding a bit tired. They had already been there for over four hours; Warren had to admit he was feeling tired himself.

"Yeah, we can go. Where would you like to go?"

"I'm hungry?" Betsy said shrugging.

"Ok." Warren reached down and took the young woman's hand before leading her out. "Did you have fun at least?" he asked as they got into his car.

"Yeah, but I've never really been one for those kinds of parties. I didn't feel uncomfortable, I mean I could get used to it, but it's just not my thing."

"I understand. So where did you want to go?"

"I was hoping you could pick because, even though I've been here for three years, I don't know any good places." Warren flashed Betsy a bright, sexy smile then started his car and they disappeared into the night.


It was quiet time now. Jean lie in Scott's bed with him her head on his bare chest and his fingers running absentmindedly through her hair. Jean sighed quietly as she picked her head up and leaned down to kiss Scott on his mouth. She whispered, "I love you."

"Love you, too." Scott grunted.

"You know what's weird?" Scott grunted. "Every time you and I come close to making love I get all these doubts in my mind, but I can remember doing it so many times. It's like my body doesn't remember, and whenever these alien feelings start my body doesn't recognize them and I get nervous."

Jean raised herself on her elbows and looked down at her boyfriend. Scott reached up and ran a hand down her face. Jean laid her head back down on his chest and sighed once more. How many weeks were going to pass before all their emotions finally came to a head? It had already been two weeks since Warren's surprise visit. She and Scott had come very close on several occasions to making love, or just having sex, but Jean had always found a reason to back down. She always found a reason to be nervous. She thought about too much whether this was the right way to go between them. If their relationship took this turn would it be bad? Would they become addicted and their relationship suddenly become sex-based?

"It's like I'm a virgin all over again."

"You were reborn?" Scott asked picking his head and looking at her. Jean almost didn't respond his question had completely taken her aback.

"Yes, but then why do I still have memories?"

"Maybe the Phoenix chose to let you keep your memory? Since you were so innocent."

Innocent? Jean asked herself. That was the last word she would ever use to describe herself. But Scott had a point. Phoenix had chosen her without warning and forced her to take her own life. Jean could remember the day of the mission and suddenly losing control. She remembered it like seeing herself battling with Magneto but she was the one in control, although it hadn't felt that way. The more she thought about it now the more it confused her. Jean banished any thought of that day from her mind as she leaned down and kissed Scott passionately feeling his fingers thread through her hair pulling her close and holding her tight. This was it. There would be no going back after this. She couldn't back down. This was the point of no return.

Jean couldn't pull away nor did she want to. Scott rolled her over onto her back pinning her down, "No doubts?" he asked quietly.

"Don't ask. Just kiss me." Jean responded. Scott did, pulling her up with him so she could remove her t-shirt and bra. Scott laid her back down her gasp disappearing into his mouth when their bodies came into contact. Scott lifted his hips so Jean could remove his shorts leaving him completely naked then he slowly slid her shorts down leaving her naked as well. Scott positioned himself between her legs then leaned back to kiss her again. Jean breathed slowly as she felt Scott begin to enter her. Then she squealed and her eyes clamped shut.

"What's wrong?"

"It… Hurts." Jean gasped. Scott began to withdraw but Jean stopped him and told him to continue. Scott stared into her eyes as he pushed himself to his full length never breaking the eye contact. Jean relaxed under his gentle caresses as every nerve in her body responding in the best possible way. They made love slowly trying different rhythms until they found one that was comfortable for them both. The end came quick between them as Jean matched Scott exactly for his movements grinding her body against his for more. Scott gasped suddenly and collapsed on top of Jean panting softly into her ear.

"It's that quick." Scott finally managed to say. He lifted himself up on his elbows then rolled onto his side next to Jean. Jean rolled onto her side so she was facing him. She propped herself up and smiled.

"That was good."

"Mm… It was." Scott reached out and encircled the beautiful redhead in his arms placing a tender kiss on her lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much, too." Jean rested her head under Scott's chin and slept a very, very peaceful sleep.


A/N: I know it's a little shorter than my other chapters but I hope you all enjoyed it just the same. REVIEW PLEASE!