Work of Art
Chapter Thirteen: Broken
Heart
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
"Excuse me?" Jean asked, completely confused. It wasn't possible. The woman who her husband was having an affair with just didn't run after her and ask to speak to her. "You want to speak to me?"
"Yes, if it is possible. Alone." Emma stressed, sending dark looks at both Betsy and Kitty. Jean narrowed her eyes.
"I don't believe there is anything to talk about," Jean said sternly. She lifted her head up high and turned around. "Now if you'll excuse me-"
"Oh bull shit! There is something to talk about!" Emma hissed loudly from behind her. Jean stiffened and closed her eyes tightly, her back still to Emma. Jean was about to turn around, when she felt Betsy's grip on her arm release.
"She said doesn't want to talk to you," Betsy growled suddenly. "Do you not understand?"
"Stay out of this," Emma snapped back at Betsy. "This has nothing to do with you!"
"In case you didn't know, she happens to be one of my best friends, therefore it has something to do with me," Betsy retorted. She stood in front of Emma, blocking the blonde woman's access to the red head. "We did not come here have some climatic confrontation with a dyed blonde home wrecker, you deplorable bitch! Now, I would hate to have to tear your brown rooted hair out of your final sculpted head, so I highly suggest you return to that establishment before I have to get my newly manicured nails dirty."
Kitty's eyes widened. She always did admire Betsy's ability to go pit bull on people. Strict English upbringing be damned. Jean mentally groaned. This isn't what she wanted.
Emma let out a proud scoff and crossed her arms over her chest. "Listen you English harpy, if you know what is good for you-"
"Are you THREATENING me?" Betsy growled dangerously. "Kitty, hold my bag-"
"Oh, I see...you're unable to win with words so you're going to hit me," Emma snorted arrogantly. "How typical."
"No, LUV," Betsy said with a sadistic grin crossing her face. "I'm going to hit you because I damn well feel like it."
"Okay, that's enough," Jean whirled around and handed her take out bag to Kitty. She grabbed Betsy's arm and pulled her back. "Betsy, please. PLEASE." Jean said as she tugged Betsy back.
The dark haired woman narrowed her eyes and glared at Emma once more. "Half a dozen black belts and I never get to use them..." Betsy grumbled threateningly. She calmly soothed out her jacket and turned her back to Emma. She glanced at Jean. "We won't be far."
Jean sighed and shook her head as Kitty pulled Betsy a little bit away. She turned back to Emma and gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that. Betsy is quite-"
"I don't care about that woman," Emma snapped. Her eyes locked on to Jean's. "I want to talk to you."
Jean lifted her chin up slightly as her eyes narrowed. "About what." Jean stated it rather and asked.
"What else? Scott," Emma insisted. She kept her head up proudly, keeping Jean's gaze. Without hesitation, she began. "Both you and I know that your relationship with him was on the rocks-"
"I don't recall ever agreeing to speaking to you about Scott," Jean's voice was clear and held a threatening tone as green eyes narrowed slightly. "If you truly wish to talk, I would prefer to speak to about this matter in a more private setting."
"Fine," Emma replied. "My address-"
"This is the address of the apartment I am staying at tomorrow," Jean said, cutting Emma off in stern tone she used to address troublesome students. "Noon tomorrow. Just the two of us." She added in a low voice.
She held out a slip of paper in one gloved hand and Emma stared at it warily. Without warning, she snatched it up and slipped it into the breast pocket of her jacket. She looked over Jean's shoulder and glared at Betsy. "Just make sure your English bull dog isn't there." Betsy's hand turned into fists at her sides, trying to fight down the urge to throttle the blonde.
"Emma Frost, is it?" Jean said, barely containing the anger in her voice. "My 'English bull dog'," she began as she turned around. Her voice was lower and held an underlying threat as she took her bag from Kitty's arms. "...is the least of your worries."
Jean walked away without another word, Kitty and Betsy following behind her. Emma stared after the woman and clenched her hands.
"Emma? Emma, what are you doing?" Scott gasped. He walked out of the restaurant, a frown on his face.
"That was your wife?" Emma asked calmly. Scott looked up and saw the disappearing red head melting into the distance. Scott nodded silently, unsure of what to say.
"That's...Jean Grey."
They had already been to Remy's apartment and had left it just to get food. The door slammed closed as Jean threw her bag on the floor and collapsed in a heap. She completely ignored the bag of food she had brought with her as covered her face with her hands.
It was over.
It was really over. Ten years of devotion and trust and...and love. Gone. Tears stung at Jean's eyes as she shut them tightly. Her hands ran through her hair, clutching her head as she struggled to breath. Her body trembled in the corner she has pushed herself into.
She loved him. God, how she loved him. He was the first man she'd ever loved. She'd never known how it was like to love another and now...it was gone. Ripped from her very arms. When they got married, she had been sure it would've been forever. She couldn't see herself with him in her life. He had always been there for her, her pillar of strength. Even though he was also so damn rational and insisted on doing everything by the book, she knew he had good intentions.
How would she live now...without him and the love he had given her for a decade? It was supposed to be forever, damn it! She couldn't see herself with another person... Jean choked on a sob as she ran her hand through her hair. She'd known, deep down, that something like this was going to happen. Things had been tense around the Summers house for a few months now, but never, NEVER, had she dreamt that it would end like this. A large argument perhaps? But not this...not the death of their relationship.
Had he looked for solace in another woman's arms? She recalled him telling her that she "didn't understand". Even when she did try to talk to him, Scott didn't feel comfortable talking about it, so she let him be. Should she have pushed him? Made him to talk to her so he didn't need to find someone else? Jean shook violently as she tried to stand. She leaned against the wall of Remy's apartment to try to steady herself, her arms still wrapped tightly around her.
Emotions slammed into her body like tidal waves, each one only heightening her pain. Images flooded her mind with memories of better, happier times. Their first date, their wedding, their honey moon. Hot tears fell down her flushed cheeks. She could still feel his arms around her as they sat on that beach, watching the sunset in the warm Pacific. Jean choked on another sob. Those memories now ripped at her heart, knowing that she'll never have them again.
Her heart broke just thirty minutes ago.
When she caught them, on THEIR couch in THEIR home, she felt nothing. Perhaps it was just the shock... Later, it was shock, anger, and confusion. Even when she went to retrieve some clothes and walked out, her heart was aching, but not broken. As she walked down the steps of the house they had bought together, she longed for Scott to run after her. To wrap his strong, comforting arms around her again.
But he didn't. And it hurt.
For a month, she had been nursing the pain that came from heart ache. She knew it would never be the same between them, yet at the same time, she harbored some sort of sick, sadistic hope that perhaps they would make up and everything would be all right again. How foolish. Jean found Remy's couch in the darkness and fell on to the soft leather folds, her nails clawing into the material as cries wracked her body.
A full month she hadn't reacted like this. A full month she felt that somehow, everything was okay. But at the restaurant...she saw him with the other woman. In a semblance of normality. Scott was going on with his life. Without her. That's when Jean realized it was over. And her heart shattered into a million pieces.
"Scott!" she wailed as she pulled her knees against her chest and sobbed. She, too, would get one with her life. But not now. Now, she needed to mourn and cry because the pain was too much for her to hold back.
Behind the door, Betsy and Kitty stood silently, tears in their own eyes. Kitty lifted her hand and covered her face as she desperately tried to wipe her tears away. Betsy pressed her head against the door and shook her head. "Oh, Jean..." she whispered in a low voice. "It'll be okay..."
Ring!
"I'll get it..." Remy's voice was a low, pillow muffled grumble as his arm reached out for the phone. It just so happened that it was by the side of the bed were he was sleeping. One bare arm peeked out from beneath the thick comforter and he cringed as the cold air pinched his skin. He managed to pick up the phone and brought it to his ear. "'Ello?"
"Rogue?" Remy's eyes widened. He quickly pull the phone from his ear and sat up, bringing the comforter with him.
"Remy..." Rogue grumbled next to him, now shivering without the thick blanket. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her.
"Rogue? Rogue, is zhat you?" a heavily accented voice shouted through the phone. Immediately, Rogue's eyes flew open and she shot up, gathering some sheets over her chest as she snatched the phone from Remy.
"Uh? Morning Kurt!" Rogue gushed as Remy ran a hand down his face.
"Who vas zhat? Rogue, is zhere a man vith you?" Kurt demanded.
"No! No!" Rogue gasped. "That wasn't a man! Just had a cough... this morning!" She insisted. She even let out a few fake coughs and Remy snorted beside her. He grinned lopsidedly. "Just had something in mah throat." His grin widened and Rogue rolled her eyes. "So what's up, bro?" she asked as casually as she could.
"Rogue..." Kurt began in a low voice. "Vhy did I receive a call zhis morning from ze police department?"
Rogue frowned. "Ah don' know. What'd yah do?"
"I didn't do anyzing!" Kurt roared. Rogue bit her lip and Remy raised an eyebrow in question. "They towed my car!"
Rogue's eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "Oh mah Gawd..." She had parked out in the meters with fifteen minutes to her name. That was...Rogue glanced at her clock and let out a painful groan. Fifteen hours ago.
"Yeah, no kidding!" Kurt snapped. "You vill go down to ze impound lot and get my car!"
"But, sugh-"
"Don't 'zugh' me," Kurt frowned. "I lent you mein car and you GOT IT TOWED!"
"Er..." Rogue chewed on her bottom lip as she looked over at Remy. "Does it make it better if Ah say Remy and Ah got back tagether?" she asked weakly. Remy grinned and leaned forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips.
There was a slight pause. "NO!" Kurt shouted. "I expect my car back by zhis afternoon, Rogue! No buts!" He hung up the phone and Rogue cringed.
"What's de homme's problem dis early in de morning?" Remy asked as he casually plucked the phone from her hand and tossed it towards the foot of the bed. It landed nestled on the top of the thick comforter. His bare arms reached out and wrapped themselves around Rogue's equally bare shoulders.
"Ah got his car towed." Rogue grumbled, embarrassed.
Remy jerked his head back in surprise before letting out an amused laugh. "When did dis happen, chere?" He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to warm her up as she curled up against him.
"Last night..." Rogue groaned. "Ah parked his car in the meter and forgot about it."
Remy smirked as he brought them down on the bed and pulled the blankets back over their bodies. "Dats because you had better things to do, non?" His lips caressed her forehead.
"Is that some sick innuendo, swamp rat?" Rogue chuckled as she tilted her head up to meet his lips. "Mmm..." she purred as she raised her and caressed the side of his face. He moved over on his side and ran one large hand down the side of her body. He gently maneuver her to the side and that's when Rogue let out a yelp. "AH!"
"Rogue?" Instantly, Remy let her go and froze in his spot. Horror crossed his face as Rogue bowed her head and winced. "Rogue, I'm sorry! What happened?"
"Ain't yer fault, sugah..." Rogue said as she lowered her hand and pressed itself against a sore spot on her lower back. "Dang...guess we over did it." she grinned slightly. Remy didn't catch the humor in her tone and began apologizing.
"Chere, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t' hurt y'!" Remy gasped. He sounded panicked and Rogue chuckled. It was so adorable. "D' y' want ice? I'll get ice, hold on-" He sat up in bed, about to throw the blanket's off and make a mad dash for the kitchen.
"Remy, calm down," Rogue sighed. "It's a good kinda sore. Ah don't need ice-"
"A heating pad, den? D' y' have one of dose?" he insisted. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Remy, it's nothing," Rogue said. "Just caught meh by surprise, that's all. It's just a little sore..."
He ran his hand through his hair, a worried look on his face as he sat in bed. His eyes looked positively regretful as they glowed slightly. "I'm sorry, chere-"
"Sugah, it's nothing, really," Rogue was finding it amusing. "It's just like when Ah go ta the gym after not having worked out in a while...that kinda soreness..." She grinned and placed her hand on his chest, gently running her finger down the defined muscles. "It's a good soreness..."
Her hand slipped between the sheets and Remy's eyes seemed to glow brighter. "Chere..." he said in a dangerous voice. "Y' should...take it..." He swallowed nervously as she smirked. "Easy..."
"No, Ah don't wanna." Rogue said stubbornly.
Okay, dis is probably de first and last time I will do something like dis... His mind said. He reached down and took her hand into his. "It's still early, Rogue," he told her intently. "Aren't y' sleepy?" He knew she loved to sleep in.
"No."
Damn it. "Breakfast? How about breakfast?" he asked, now gathering both hands safely into his. He caressed them gently.
"Ah ain't hungry." Then he felt her foot find his leg and slid up his cafe suggestively.
Oh, Mon Dieu... He nearly whimpered.
Rogue looked up at his face. She could see the internal battle he was fighting with himself. He didn't want to do anything that would hurt her, even if it was just a little soreness. She sighed and gave in, pulling her foot back. "Go make meh some pancakes." she instructed, obviously disappointed.
Remy shot her a look of thanks and leaned down to give her a slow, sweet kiss. "Je t'aime," he whispered in a low, raspy voice, just hot enough to make Rogue shiver, yet not enough to make her jump out of bed and take him down. "Pancakes it is," He grinned and slipped out of the bed, reaching for his discarded boxers on his way down. "Dieu... its cold..." He mumbled to himself as he gathered his clothes and stumbled into the hall, probably to fix the thermostat.
Rogue took a deep breath and snuggled deeper into bed. It would take him a while to make her breakfast. Just as she closed her eyes, the phone rang again. She momentarily wondered if she should make Remy get it, but then realized that it could be Kurt, or worse - her mother.
She sat up, holding the blanket against her as she searched for the phone. She saw the little blinking lights in the covers and reached for it. "Hello?"
"Hey, Rogue, it's Jean," the red head said calmly. "Listen, I can't really talk, but can you ask Remy if I could borrow his apartment...say...until dinner?"
"Oh...okay, sure, sugh," Rogue yawned. "Wait...how'd yah know he was still here?" She frowned.
Jean swallowed nervously and glanced around the room. "I...I just know," Jean stammered. "So, can I stay?"
"Why?"
On the other side of the line, Jean chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if she should tell Rogue the truth. "Just need to think for a while. That's all." she sounded strained.
Rogue frowned. That didn't sound right. Jean could think anywhere "Sure...Ah'm sure it'll be fine. Just go ahead, Ah'll tell him."
"Thanks, Rogue." Jean said. Before she could hang up, Rogue's voice caught her.
"Hey, sugh...yah okay?"
Jean took in a sharp breath. God, how did they all know? She shook her head, even though no one was around to see. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just you know...tired...I fell asleep on the couch and you know how uncomfortable that could be."
"Hmm...alright..." Rogue mumbled. "Well...when yah get back...Ah need ta thank yah for the roommate switching."
Jean couldn't help but grin. "The pleasure was all yours, I bet," Jean chuckled. "Well, it's still early. I'll let you lay in bed a while longer."
"Ain't no reason ta," Rogue shrugged. "He's making meh pancakes."
Jean grinned. "Did he make you dinner, too?"
"Yeah, how'd yah know?"
"Just a hunch...thanks again, Rogue. Bye." Jean quickly hung up the phone and looked around her new environment.
When she had woken up that morning, her eyes were puffy and she felt icky all over from a night of crying and paint. She had stumbled into Remy's studio, which was a rather large open space lined with materials and shelves filled with paints and brushes and other tools, all perfectly organized by color.
Jean stood up and grabbed her bag on the way to the bathroom. Remy lived on the first floor of an old, refurbished building. It had a high ceiling and large windows off to one side, over looking the bay. The living area was a large open space with a large television, one against the back wall, and black leather furniture. Jean had to admit, he decorated tastefully.
She walked past the studio and stopped as she smelled the scent of paint. She looked into the room. Last night, she had grabbed a random piece of canvas board, which Remy apparently used to practice as there were already paint splotches on it. She grabbed a few colors and a brush and began to paint Scott.
Then she took a scalpel and stabbed the stick figure painting while calling numerous horrible names. She had felt only slightly better and made a metal note to hide the evidence before Remy returned and questioned her sanity. The flat had only one bathroom and it was insanely clean.
"Ohh..." Jean looked around. It was a rather large bathroom with soft dark red bath rugs and exceptional quality matching dark red and black terry cloth towels. There was a hot tub next to a frosted window and in the corner, a multi-spray shower with red tile. "Rogue, Rogue, Rogue...you did very well..."
She took a long, hot shower, making a mental note to get one of those things for her own place one day. When she came out, she walked around the apartment. There was a small, spiraling stair case by the window that lead up to a loft. She had managed to find a bagel in Remy's kitchen and climbed up.
She raised an eyebrow as she felt plush carpet beneath her feet and found a queen sized bed by the window, prepared for a guest. There were large throw pillows and a big black bean bag in the corner next to a decent sized television and DVD player. She grinned as she put her bagel on the drawers next to the bed and knelt down by a shelf of colorful DVDs.
Downstairs, in the entertainment system, she had found a large collection of movies she expected a man like him to have. But upstairs...
She smiled as she pulled out the box set to "Sex in the City", which was wedged next to some cartoons and an anime. "Wait until I tell Rogue..." she snickered. She thumbed through the shelf and found "Xena". Jean burst into laughter.
She finally decided on a movie to get her mind off of things. Something completely different from her life that wouldn't remind her about Scott or Emma...or Scott. She pulled out "Kill Bill" from the downstairs shelf and curled up in the bean bag in the loft to watch it.
In the midst of the final battle between the Bride and O-Ren, the door bell rang. She stood up and turned off the system before walking down the spiral stair case, trying to control the anxiety that was rising with each step she took.
She reached the door and looked through the eye hole. A blonde woman was standing there, dressed in yet another white suit, her arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently.
The door opened. "Emma Frost."
"Jean Grey."
"WHAT?" Rogue was sitting in the passenger's seat of Kurt's now un-impounded car. Remy was driving it as Rogue received a phone call from Betsy. "Wha...wha...WHEN?
"Last night," Betsy said in a worried voice. "You should've heard her, Rogue...God, she was in tears...I've never seen her like that before."
"Well, what did yah do?" Rogue gasped.
"We weren't there," Betsy's voice was regretful. "Jean assured us that she wanted to be alone and ran into the apartment before we could get to the top of the steps. The she closed the door."
"Did you try to get in?"
"No," Betsy admitted. "I don't think she would've been able to...really let it out if we had been there. But we heard."
"And...?
Betsy closed her eyes as she remembered the sounds of Jean's pained wailing through the wooden door. "She screamed...I'm going to check up on her later today."
"Why not now-"
"She's going to have a talk with that conniving bitch at Remy's place," Betsy snorted, obviously not liking the situation. "She doesn't want to have anyone else there so they can have a discussion without distractions."
"Is that...safe?" Rogue asked softly, worried that Jean's reaction after the whole thing.
"I don't know..." Betsy asked.
Rogue narrowed her eyes, determined. "She told meh she needed his place until dinner time..." Rogue mumbled. "Meet yah there for dinner?"
"See you at six." Rogue hung up the phone and glanced over at Remy.
"We're gonna have dinner at yer place, is that okay?" Rogue asked. Remy nodded.
"Is Jeannie gonna be okay?" he asked. His hand reached over and took Rogue's hand in his, giving her a squeeze.
"Ah hope so, sugah...Ah hope so."
"Nice place." Emma said as she looked around the living room. She took a seat on the couch while Jean took the arm chair.
"It belongs to a friend," Jean told her calmly. "Well, Ms. Frost. You wanted to talk to me. Now is your chance."
Emma stiffened in her seat and looked directly at Jean. "I hope you don't except an apology from me, because I am not going to give you one." she warned.
"No need to be defensive," Jean told her calmly. "I expect nothing from you." she added.
"Good," Emma nodded. "Your divorce is not my fault," she began. "Your marriage with Scott was already in trouble before he met me and you know it."
Jean gave her a nod of her head. "Continue."
Emma narrowed her eyes. "You're not going to comment in the demise of your marriage?"
"I will hold my comments until the end of your speech, Ms. Frost."
The blonde woman studied Jean once more, but said nothing about her. "Scott came to me because you couldn't understand him. He said he couldn't tell you things he could tell me. Do not mis-read me. I am not a home wrecker. I did not come between you two and seduce him. He came to me first."
Jean felt pain stab through her again. So Scott did run to another woman...
"That is the truth?" Jean asked. Emma nodded. Jean's green eyes narrowed. "What else happened between the two of you?"
"You want to hear the details?" Emma scoffed. "Fine. At first, Scott and I merely talked. He talked a lot about you...about how he couldn't talk to you because he felt you'd be ashamed of him. Did you know he was on the verge of being fired?"
Jean struggled to keep her composure. "No, I did not."
Emma gave her a look of triumph. "Everyone knew...but he didn't want to tell you because he felt you'd be ashamed of him. There was a gala in New York I needed to attend and asked if he would escort me. Scott is a very strong willed man. He refused at first. I told him it was purely business, so he came with me. He is quite a gentleman."
"I know."
Emma went silent for a moment. Her fingers unconsciously clasped her white leather bag closer to her. Finally, she spilled. "I love him," Emma told Jean suddenly. "You don't know how much I love him."
Jean closed her eyes tightly. And YOU don't know how much I love him... she thought silently.
"I knew he was married, but I couldn't choose who I fell in love with," Emma explained. "You would never understand. You had someone there to love you your entire life. I've never had anyone who made me feel the way Scott makes me feel."
"So what are you saying?" Jean snapped as her eyes flew open and sent a heated look right through the woman. "That you deserve him more than I do? That because your life was lacking love and I was lucky enough to have it, I don't deserve him?"
"You have had him for ten years-"
"And it's YOUR turn now?" Jean yelled. "He may have come to you first, Frost, but that did NOT mean you had to accept. You KNEW he was still married. Even if our marriage was in trouble, you had NO right to come between us!"
"He needed me!" Emma countered as she stood up from her chair. "Scott needed someone there and you sure as hell were not providing for him!"
Jean's hand flew out without a second thought and a split second later, Emma was on the couch again, cupping a stinging cheek in her hand as she looked up at a furious Jean Grey.
"That doesn't mean I didn't want to," Jean hissed in a low voice was tears rimmed her emerald eyes. "I wanted to be there for him! I loved him, I STILL love him! I wanted to make it work! I never wanted to come home and find him in the arms of another woman! I never wanted that!" Jean screamed. "Just maybe, MAYBE if you hadn't engaged in an affair with him, we would've been able to work this out. Through counseling or something. But the fact of the matter is that I did walk home on night to find him wrapped in your arms! And I love him, do you understand? If you say you love him, it must've killed you to know he came home to ME at night! So can you understand how it felt to come home and find out that the man you've loved for a God damned decade is on YOUR couch in the house YOU both bought with ANOTHER woman?" Jean was crying as she screamed, fury and frustration written all over her face.
The two women were silent. Emma sat on the couch, glaring at Jean with tears her eyes as guilt crept up. It had hurt to know that Scott went home every night to Jean. Emma wanted to be loved like that...to have someone there for her like Scott was to Jean.
She looked up at Jean. "I didn't mean to ruin your life," Emma told her seriously. "I wanted to be with Scott, I really do love him, but I didn't intentionally want to do this."
She ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath. She stomped away from the couch and paced before the coffee table. "To be honest, Emma Forst, I don't give a damn about you and whether or not the situation I am in has something to do with you," Jean spat out bitterly. "But I do care about Scott and his happiness. So before I throw you out of my friend's apartment, I will tell you one thing," Jean grabbed Emma's arm and hoisted her up with one swift move. She brought the woman's face inches from her own and looked at her with a dangerously threatening look that she would never have expected from what Scott told her of Jean. "I love Scott. I will probably always love Scott. But I want him to be happy. And if you ever hurt him, I will make you pay. Do you understand me?"
Something in those emerald eyes seemed to be on fire as Jean stood inches in from Emma. She was serious. The blonde nodded. "I love him..." Emma told Jean with conviction as she straightened up. "I'd never hurt him."
Jean backed away slowly and narrowed her eyes. "He told me he loved me, too," she told her bitterly. "We had our talk," she spat out dangerously as she strode across the room and headed for the door. She quickly unlocked it and opened it. "Get out."
Emma gathered her bag and walked towards the door. She stopped before she stepped outside and turned to look at Jean once more. "I'll never replace you, you know," Emma said in a steady voice despite the redness in her eyes. "He'll always love you."
Jean nodded knowingly and closed her eyes. "I know." Emma turned back around and headed down the hall. Jean closed her eyes and leaned heavily against the door frame as the other woman disappeared down the hall. She covered face with her hands and choked back a sob.
"You okay, darlin'?" a deep voice behind her. Jean whirled around and saw a dark haired man locking the door to his apartment. He was wearing a white tank top over some dark pants. He held a small duffle bag and looked like he was going to go work out. Not that he needed it.
"Yes...I'm fine..." she said tiredly as she straightened up and wiped her puffy red eyes.
He studied her and reached into his bag, revealing a still cold bottle of water. He tossed the bottle towards her and Jean caught it with ease as he passed. She looked after him as he headed down the stair well. "You look like you need it more than I do, Red."
A.N - Whoo...Jean Vs. Emma has drawn to a close. I REALLY wanted that big climatic Jean goes Phoenix on Emma's butt via the comics, but...yeah...this is as close as I could get. X.x Logan FINALLY makes an appearance. Although, I will admit to you all now, I was never much of a Logan X Jean shipper. Please do not send me hate mail or ask why. Just accept that I have my reasons and that I do not know where their relationships will lead. Thank you for reading:D