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Chapter 12: My Immortal
Jean Grey awoke in the morning very reluctantly rolling over and finding a body beside her and not remembering why it was there. Then she realized it was Scott and was immediately awake. She groaned sleepily rolling over and allowing her arm to fall across his side and her hand to stroke her midsection.
"That feels immensely… I can't think of a word."
"Good?" Jean offered whispering into his ear.
"That's the word…" Scott groaned flipping over so that he faced Jean and was able to gently stroke her face. "I love you." He whispered softly.
"I love you, too, Scott."
"I can't believe it's taken us this much time to get here. To finally admit that we're in love with each other."
"Emotions turn everyone into fools, Scott."
"Are you ready to get up?"
"No, still too tired." Jean snuggled closer to her new boyfriend and wrapped both of her arms around him pressing her head to his chest. "Sing me to sleep, Scott. Make it good."
Scott lay there for a minute trying to decide on a good song. It came to him. He sang very softly stroking Jean's hair as she relaxed against him.
"I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just lea
There's just too much that time cannot erase...
When you'd cried I'd, wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd, fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
You used to captivate me,
By your resonating light.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts, my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away, all the sanity in me.
These wounds wont seem to heal...
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you'd cried I'd, wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd, fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone,
But though you're still with me...
I've been alone all along.
When you'd cried I'd, wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd, fight away all of your fears.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me..."
When Jean awoke again it was close to two in the afternoon. She sat slowly in Scott's bed and looked aroud. Scott was nowhere in site. "Scott…?" She called out half yawning and stretching at the same time. "Scott, are you here?" Scott walked in a moment later carrying a tray, on it was a lunch for two.
"Good afternoon, sleepy head. You looked so angelic, I couldn't wake you. But I did make us lunch, hungry?"
"Starving. What did you make?"
"Sandwiches." Scott settled carefully onto the bed beside Jean and placed the tray between them. Jean snuggled close to him laying her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, you really are a wonderful man, Scott Summers. What would I do without you?"
"Who knows?" Scott answered breaking a sandwich in half and handing a piece to Jean. She sat up and took the half sandwich nibbling on it while making quiet conversation with Scott, mostly about how much she loved him, using words of love and ardor to emphasize how she felt. She was all she ever wanted in her life, to lay in bed or even just relax with the man she truly and she knew truly loved her back. She had never known it was so close or she would have taken these steps sooner. But then again she thought, would she have thought she was ready to take these steps back then?
"Ok, Warren, yeah we'll be there. Eight P.M. on Friday. Yes, we'll be there. I can't wait to see you either. Ok, bye. Scott!" Jean called from her living room couch. She knew Scott was in her bedroom.
"Yes…" Scott asked sticking his head around the corner.
"Are you trying to find the Halloween costumes I put away?"
"Yes," Scott admitted. Jean opened her arms to him from where she sat and he walked right into them unable to deny her. Jean settled herself into Scott's lap as their arms wrapped around each other. They exchanged gentle kisses for some time before Jean finally spoke.
"Do you still want to go to Warren's party tomorrow night?"
"Yeah. I need to get drunk."
"You, too, huh?"
"What better place than at a party, especially one of someone you know… Quite personally."
Jean slapped Scott playfully and placed a very passionate kiss on his mouth. "He's involved with Betsy now, for the past month actually. They seem to be getting on fairly well. "
"Well that's a relief, maybe he'll leave you alone now."
Jean looked at Scott with an exasperated expression. "Scott, he hasn't made a move at me since that night he stopped, what a month and a half ago."
"All right, I'll lay off."
Jean leaned her head up and planted a very soft kiss on Scott's lips. "Thank you, dear."
"Will you show me the costumes now?"
"Yes, I'll show you the costumes now." Jean stood up dragging her boyfriend off the couch behind her toward her bedroom.
The following evening they arrived at Warren's apartment around quarter to eight, they, Warren, and Betsy would be carpooling to where Warren was hosting the party. His parent's house. More than large to throw such a huge party they had only consented to it if Warren agreed to allow some family friends to be invited. He didn't know who these people would be.
"Betsy!" Jean hugged her new friend fiercely. Betsy was dressed as a ninja and had painted a 'J' shaped red tattoo over her left eye. "You look fantastic!"
"Thanks, luv. Look at you. Belle, from Disney's Beauty and the Beast?"
"Yup. And Scott is my handsome prince." Jean reached an arm around Scott who was wearing the outfit the prince wore in the final scene of Beauty and the Beast. Jean was wearing the golden dress, her hair back in a half bun, just like the movie.
"You two look great." Warren commented. He was merely wearing a business suit.
"Where's your costume?" Jean asked as they climbed into Warren's car.
"Well, this is a costume party, so I thought would be a good night for me to "spread my wings" and come up with something creative."
"He's the archangel Gabriel. Don't ask." Betsy said quietly as Warren started the car.
"Wasn't gonna." Jean and Scott said together. It took them about twenty minutes to get to Warren's parent's house. As soon as they pulled into the driveway Jean's eyes widened in fear and shock when she recognized a car parked only feet from them. "No," she said loudly.
Warren looked out the window recognizing the car as well. He slapped his forehead in frustration. "Jesus Christ, they did this on purpose!" he yelled. "They must think you and I still have a chance." Warren said glancing behind him at Jean. They all got out of the car, the ladies taking the arms of their respective gentlemen and walked up to the door. Warren nodded to the doorman and he let the four of them pass.
"Let's just try and avoid my parents, ok." Jean said to Warren. "If they see you, introduce Betsy. Here, take this." Jean pressed something cold and hard into his hand. "I was going to give you this back eventually. You'll need it soon anyway." Jean leaned up and kissed Warren on his cheek. "See you around, baby." She added the last part then walked off, Scott's arm around her waist. Warren looked down into his palm to see the engagement ring that he had given Jean years ago.
"I guess she has a point." Warren said to himself. He pocketed the ring and walked off to find Betsy, who was mingling among some friends she recognized from a few of her college classes.
"Hey, Bets." Warren said affectionately as he walked over and kissed her cheek.
"Girls, this is Warren Worthington, my boyfriend." Betsy introduced him. Warren hugged each of Betsy's friends and greeted them. They seemed like a nice group if girls, yet he knew what each one of them was thinking. He didn't need Jean's gift for that.
"So, you want to dance?" Warren asked taking Betsy's hand.
Over at one of the tables Jean stood with Scott's arms encircling her waist the kisses he was planting on her neck taking her away to another world where she was relaxed and content, and not worried about the night. She could tell Scott wanted to get away if only for a few minutes. Jean leaned her head up to place a kiss on Scott's mouth when an all too familiar voice rang out behind Scott.
"Jean, I just knew you would be here tonight." Jean looked over Scott's shoulder to see her sister Sara hanging off the arm of her husband, Paul Bailey.
"Hey, Sar. What's up?"
"Who's this stud?"
Scott turned around and smiled. "Hey, Sara, remember me?"
"No. Oh, wait, Scott right?"
"Yeah."
Sara stared at her sister with a smile. "Mom will be pleased." She said sarcastically.
"I don't care what Mom thinks, Sara. I'm in love with Scott. I'll remind Mom that this is the man who has saved me in more way than one." Jean gazed lovingly up at Scott. This is the man who I love more than life itself. This is the man who I want to spend the rest of my life loving. This is the man… I want to marry."
Scott looked down at Jean. She was smiling with tears in her eyes. "Love you, Scott Summers." She whispered acting as if Sara wasn't even there. "Marry me?"
Scott smiled back stroking the tears off her face. "Of course. I love you, too, Jean Grey. My immortal Phoenix." Scott wrapped his arms around Jean and hugged her fiercely as he placed deep and tender kiss on her lips. So this was what true wholeness felt like. Scott had to admit, he liked it.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I actually had a lot written for this chapter but then went back and read it over and thought it was really crappy so I rewrote everything and this is the end product. DONE! YEAH! REVIEW PLEASE! I do not own "My Immortal" or "Beauty and the Beast" and take no credit for either please do not sue me!
