Sadly my story is coming close to the end, only a few more chapters. I may be starting another story soon. You still have a few chapters left, don't worry!
Amazing redd phoenix: lol, it was supposed to be slightly scary. ) I think you're the only one who said it was though. )
Telepathic Angel: haha, maybe I'll make him drown in the next chapter…lol – just kidding!
Wen1: the link didn't work, but I did figure out which was the one shot you were talking about. It was really good! Another great story from Wen…
CykePhoenixSummers: hehe… cough, cough
Diaz F: Fear doesn't really have to do with Scott's condition. Fear can cause stress though and stress can certainly take years off your life, so it would help Scott to get rid of his fear.
Ravenrockstheworld: hmm mmm… took you long enough!
Chapter 18
Jean stepped slowly through the infirmary doors wondering if her boyfriend could hear her. "Jean?" Scott called softly. She smiled in spite of herself. Of course he could hear her! How could she even doubt it! She walked to him and took his hand.
"We need to talk."
"Oh no! Are you breaking up with me?" he asked in a mock tone, smirking. He frowned when she didn't laugh. "What about?"
"I asked the professor about what I saw in your head. He said it was fear."
"So?"
"Scott, what is it that you are afraid of?"
Scott lowered his head ashamed. "I… I'm… I'm afraid of death Jean."
Jean was surprised yet relieved that he told her. "Scott, it's okay. You don't need to be embarrassed! A lot of people don't want to die…"
"No Jean, it's not that I don't want to die. It's that I don't know what will happen once I die, which scares me."
"Scott…"
"I'm not that religious you know. I don't know what I believe. Is there a god? An afterlife? Or blackness?"
Jean embraced Scott tightly, resting his head against her shoulder. "Dear Scott, you won't die. Not for a long time. You have your whole life to find out the answers to those questions."
"Jean, I'm dying remember?" Scott was getting somewhat annoyed at reminding people that so much.
A warmth washed over Jean as she remembered and repeated Hank's words, "When there's life there's hope." She soon realized what the warmth was; hope. Her hope. She had found it at last.
"Jean…"
"Shut up, Summers, and listen for once," Scott did as she bid him, "You are not dying. You are getting better. I don't care if there are facts – I said you are getting better and that is exactly what you are doing. If I'm ever going to be your wife then you need to learn that what I say goes."
Scott smirked. "It sounds like you're begging to my wife."
Jean rolled her eyes even though she knew he couldn't see it. "Mr. Summers I am not begging to be your wife I am telling you that I am going to be your wife. Is that clear?"
Scott's smirk turned into that rare grin of his that could light up even the darkest room. "Yes Ma'am. Whatever you say!" He pulled her into a soft kiss and she sat down in her usual chair, chatting with him about the good-old-days until it was time for her to go to bed. That night Scott had two hours more sleep then he did any other night since he was carried to the infirmary 6 days ago.