So here it goes again. Yup. Fuuun stuff. By this time tomorrow, my hair will be purple! Yaay!

BeastBoyBlitz: Cookies! I think I love you! (Que: I think I love you! But what am I so afraid of?) Sentimental guys rock. (I take it you're a guy from the 'Boy' in your name. If not, I'm soooooorry.)

ToadMorty: You're kinda evil aren't you? You and your terrifying plushie army of doom. They's so spooooooooooky.

Gremblin: Of COURSE you don't like Storm! You're a cool person! And I love the relationship between Mort and Mystique because it's such a personal one. Nobody else gets to see that side of them.

Nyltiak: ((happy hand clapping)) Yay for the chainsaw! Revv it up!

Chapter 7: If I knew where I was going with this fic, it might be shorter.

Jean's POV:

I watched Mortimer Toynbee limp out the door, and my jaw tightened. He couldn't be telling the truth, could he? He was just trying to get a rise out of us. Scott always has been his favorite, said a cruel voice in the back of my mind, and he's hardly slept with you at all the past six months.

Shut up! I commanded my own mind.

"Idiot," hissed Ororo from behind me.

I glared at her long, and hard. What the hell was the matter with her? What happened to homo-superior? What happened to values and morals? Had all the X-Men gone to hell? Only one way to find out...

I raced up the stairs, sensing that the elevator was all the way in the lower levels. At the Professor's room, I felt nobody inside, so I clicked open the lock with a twitch of my mind.

Lord, it was true, wasn't it? There were clothes across the usually tidy floor. Large deposites of sticky gunk still clung to a pair of pinstriped khakis. How could he do that to me?

How could he do that to me? Two years I loved him and stayed by his side. Two years I put up with his jealousy and constantly guarded hero act. Two years and I find him sleeping with our teacher, our boss, and practically our surrogate father! HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME!

That pervert! That suck-up! Literally! That liar, and cheater! I turn and slam the door as hard as my mind can. The pictures down the hallway drop and shatter behind me at my bidding. Each door is opened and closed with tremendous force as I stomp down the hall. SCOTT! I call out to him with my mind. He appears at the door to our room- our room- as I arrive there. "YOU SICK BASTARD!" I shriek at him forcefully, "YOU LYING PIG!" He's thrown back into the room.

"What! What did I-?" he stops when he sees the murder in my eyes, "I can explain, honey. Jeanny, I promise I never meant-" I don't want to hear his excuses, so I fling him further into the room. I pick him up, and bring him closer to me.

"After two years of being with me, if you decide that he's what you want, take him." His eyes go wide. "Get out of my room, and be with your precious Professor. Go be a little whore if you want, but don't you dare say you love me too!" I smacked him, and threw him out the door, soon followed and covered in his stuff. I imagine that he looked pleading beneath the visor as I slammed the door.