First off I would like to thank all of my reviewers. They are so appreciated. I am placing a warning on this because it is the most dark and mature thing that I have ever written. There originally not going to be anything after this but I had an amazing idea and I started writing. This is the only reason Scott would have had an affair with Emma. I am also going to work on something called The Award Show. If you have or know of a story that you think should be nominated for the following categories: Best Comedy, Romance, Parody, Poem/Songfic, Fantasy, or One Shot please review me with the title, author and why it should be nominated/win. This is the only time that I'm going to do an author note because I don't want it take away from the mood of the story. Tell me if I should do another chapter. I also have to do another chapter for Just Perfect because I forgot to tell y'all who the guy in Jean's dream was.
The Aftermath
Chapter 2
How Could You?
She was courageous and strong. Loving and Caring. She was the most compassionate and feared person that I knew. She sacrificed herself, again.
I've shut myself in, barely eating and sleeping. After Magneto murdered her I went through so much pain and suffering. How could he do something like that?
Emma tells me that everyone's worried. Worried that I might try and kill myself. They saw me the last two times she died in front of my eyes. They said it, I, got worse the second time. They think I can't take it.
She was my life, the only good thing. I have nothing left. The Professor says the feeling from our bond is probably a small reminisce of the feeling that will soon fade away just like Jean did. It's been several months and I can still feel it.
I sit in the dark. It's been several months. It's now winter. How Jean loved the snow. She used to ice-skate so beautifully.
Emma says she needs to tell me something. She's been trying to ever since Jean died. She always had an excuse. I wonder what tonights will be.
The door opens. It lets in the bright light of the hallway. It's almost blinding. I see a shadow of a woman.
"Jean," I croak. My voice is harsh and faded, from sobbing and not talking to anyone.
"Just me," says Rogue. I already knew it wasn't her. Her hair isn't quite as long as Jean's was. I just wanted it to be her with every fiber of my broken being. "Everyone's worried 'bout cha." I stay silent. "You've been like this for so long." I still chose to remain silent. "Ah know that we can't bring her back, but we can help you heal. God Scott Rachel's been cryin' hard too. Her mother is gone! She needs you so much. More than ya think. Kurt has helped her heal, but not all the way! All you do is sulk! You only think of your damn self! What the hell is the matter with you?"
She stops yelling. She heard Emma coming as did I. Anyone could have. She constantly wears excessively high heels that made a rather annoying "clank" sound. She entered the room.
"Ah blame all of this on you ya wench!" Rogue growled at her.
"Rogue, darling, you're still as desperate and frightened as the day we met. Now if you don't mind I need to speak to Scott alone," Emma said slowly.
"If Scott weren't like this you know you'd be long gone dead. The second that you told us. I hope you know that and that you can live with yourself because I sure as hell can't!" Rogue said still in a rather low voice. I caught it, but my mind wasn't processing. It's quite nice actually when your mind doesn't process anything. It kind of feels like your floating on air. That your mind isn't really there. You observe things without thinking. I now notice that Emma is sitting next to me.
"We need to talk," she says. I now, oddly, find that my mind is processing. "It's no secret that I never liked Jean. I however have always liked you. I wanted to be with you, but that bloody red head always got in the way." What the heck is she saying? "The only thing that I knew would work would be that I alter your mind. It worked so easily that I was so happy the look on her face when she interrupted us was priceless. I knew from then on you would be mine. Which is why I feel like I can tell you this."
"What?" I asked her. "I can't believe you. I want you out of my sight. You positively disgust me. Get the hell out of my site!" I yelled at her.
"Buh But Scott I I love," she began to say but I cut her off.
"You call this love! Are you out of your mind! This is a damn lie this is what it is. The professor trusted you when everyone else didn't. He did so it didn't matter to me. Are you fooling him too?" I yell at her.
"Don't be a fool Summers! I doubt that even your precious goddess could control the great mind that is Charles Xavier. I have no clue why he put her above the rest! I have no clue why he was so afraid of her. All she is is a stuck up spoiled, arrogant, cocky, power hungry son of a – SMACK!" Emma never got to finish her sentence. She was flung back with such force.
"Don't you dare talk about my mother that way you ungrateful slut!"
