Series: None but could be changed if a popular fanfic
The following poem or rather an excerpt is written by: Richard Lovelace and the following fanfic is written within Scott's view

Imprisoned

"Tell me not, sweet, for I am unkind

That from nunnery

Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,

To wear and arms I fly."

I lay in my bed groping my way to the figure I once lived, breathed, and killed for; a deep feign smirk slowly spreads over her lips as her deep sea-green eyes stare at me, and somehow I manage to do the same feign thing. "How long have we been doing this?" I asked myself as my hand second-naturedly prompts up on the pillow, and my head rests upon it. Jean and I have been back and forth, it had to be going on for a couple of months now, it was like a switch and Logan was the electricity that kept it to flicker on and off.

He would come back and they would flirt and I-as Jean knew- was the jealous type, so every little scene they would play a frown or grimace would come across my face; and now, now he has come back, yet again, and obviously she has given more attention to him that she has her own lover, her own husband, her own soul mate. But I don't care anymore; he is leaving tomorrow, hopefully for good this time for he does not benefit the institute –save for keeping the kids in line. "How long has it been?" I seem to ask myself yet again as I count the years inside my head...'lets see I was fourteen when I came and she, at the time was 24 I am now 20 so, 6 years I have stood by her side!" I try to calm down and turn on my side blocking out the thoughts from my mind as I remember that she is a telepath. However, she wouldn't go trespassing into my thoughts for the Professor has taught her principals and for that I am pleased.

I then remember Ororo, she had been the glue that always helped me 'work out' my problems with both Logan and Jean, except I had took her for granted; I never saw what I should have seen the first day when I met the young goddess. But now it was too late, she had just broken up with Hank yet she was, and still is, obviously not in the physical nor mental state of going into another relationship. What was worst for me was that I kept having dreams about the young weather goddess as I once did about only Jean Grey. "I'm going to go downstairs," I said without any hesitation nor excitement and I hoped that my wife would at least say a, 'I'll come too, don't go, it will be lonely without you," statement but all I get is a stubborn grunt and a dismissed wave of the hand.

I sit up on my bed and look at her one last time then turned around and looked for my robe, I am only in a gray t-shirt and my boxers, nothing too revealing yet it would be inappropriate promenading through the halls in such attire. Once the robe is securely fastened I walk downstairs and see no one there, which is a relief to me. I nestle myself on the couch and search for the remote and as I slowly push the 'on' button I hear footsteps. I switched through the channels knowing that the footsteps are either Logan or Hank yet as the figure moved passed me I could see a flash of silver hair. "Great" I matter to mumble to myself, so inaudible that it was hard for me to recognize what I had said.

She sat by me and said a cheerful, "Hello Scott" which bugged the hell out of me because I loved how she said my name, well at least I did about a month ago when me and Jean's relationship were on the rocks.

"I'm sure you will want this," I say to her as I can't find any television show that could keep my thoughts or my eyes from drifting to her. She smiles that perfect smile that makes me go insane and tempts me to offer a similar smirk. Her fingers briefly overlapped mine as she reaches for the remote." God this is torture!" the words began to turn in my mind like some sort of endless carousal, causing me to have a huge migraine. We sit there for about ten minutes, but it seemed like an eternity in which I couldn't escape until I broke the silence. "How are you?" I say between a low mumble while being relieved that I didn't have to specify that I meant 'How are you after what happened between you and Hank?'

She continued to stare at the television but later answered me after a long period of thirty seconds, "I never felt better."-She anxiously then said-,"How are you?" I sighed and said, "I am fine, though me and Jean are still on the edge, I'm not sure if I should just fall off or if I should "- I was interrupted with-," Don't worry everything will work out for the best". I wanted to tell her plain and simple, 'That would be hard for you to say if you knew I was having deep dark lust fantasies about you, my best friend and Jean's as well," however, I kept my mouth shut trying to control my emotions and just nodded.

(Why can't I be in Cyclops mode when I truly want to?) I get up from the couch and say, "Well, I been up too late so I should start going to bed, see ya later, Ro," I'm already down the hall when I hear a faint 'goodnight' which slowly tares my heart to pieces knowing that I'm going to soon feel guilty for doing this to Jean and that I can't have Ororo all to myself. I sigh as I push through the door and make my way towards the bed. I nestle myself through the coverings as pale arms wrap around my neck. I tense from the cold feeling once it drifts its way down near the edge of my spine. Jean is still asleep and her low breath on the back of my neck makes me slowly drift off to slumber as well.

I sat in my bed as a dark figure is just a few paces away from me, almost motionless my hand cautiously goes towards my glasses ready to take them off if need be, yet I don't; I continue to stare as the figure moved towards the bed. My breathing slows down as it becomes nearer and quicker, I turned to my side and push the button to the lamp as it flickers on with much difficulty. My eyes search around to the figure as wind rustles the window shutters, "Storm?" I said perplexed as she starts to progress a little closer to me. She gets on the bed and slowly crawls on top of me, straddling my waist.

Again I say, "Storm what are"- I was interrupted with a deep intimate kiss as her lips meet mine and her tongue wraps around mine making me groan with pleasure. I sit up and wipe the perspiration that slowly collects on my forehead. Jean gets up knowing the shifts in my emotions, "What's wrong, had a nightmare?", she said rather uninterested or in that tone of -not this again. I smile down at her and said, "Not a nightmare, a dream." However, what worried me was with every dream the passion increased; first it was, 'I love you Scott, always have from the first day I came to the institute', then it was a slow yet passionate kiss between us and it could have been more if Jean wasn't in the background, and now it was Storm approaching my room and practically positioning herself on me that was far from friendliness.

"Shit" I mutter to myself, as I knew that Jean and I were now officially over and Ororo and I may just have begun. Yet, how am I able to break the heart of a first love? No, I need an excuse to do it slowly." He pondered the predicament he was in and established a solution that the excuse was going to be Logan, and until then, he would be imprisoned by deep desire.

The end