Overview 3
About three years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Scott and Jean for the first time.
From the moment I met them, I knew they were special. I could also tell from the moment I met them that they were in love.
Scott was a born leader who always cared about others. Jean was a lively and lovely young woman and they were both meant for each other. It seems just yesterday that they were still struggling with their powers and now they're getting married and I'm going to miss them so much and…and…
Ororo stopped writing and fell upon her piece of paper crying.
"They're growing up so fast!" she wailed as her body convulsed with sobs.
Scott eyed her with confusion. He awkwardly walked foreword and patted her shoulder.
"There, there, Ororo. It's all right" he said, trying to be comforting.
"No it's not!" was her strangled response as she continued crying. A small thundercloud appeared over her head and it began raining on her hair.
"Right then" Scott said eyeing her and then signaling to Jean that they should leave. "We'll give you some time to yourself"
Scott quietly closed the door after ushered Jean out. Then he re-took out his list and put a line through Ororo's name.
"Shoot" he muttered "I was sure Ororo would make the perfect speech"
He looked up at Jean as he said the last thing. Imagine his surprise to see her crying too.
"Oh, Scott (sniff)…it was the perfect speech!"
She threw herself into his arms crying. Scott held her but stared at her, bewildered. Suddenly, a though came to him and he checked his watch which had the month and day. He let out an 'ah' as it clicked.
He held her for a few minutes until she stopped crying. When she did, she looked up at him and she was just as normal as she was before Ororo.
"All right" she said, "whose next on the list?"
Slightly scared at his fiancé's sudden transformation, Scott produced the list from his pocket. "Hank" he said after scanning through it.
"Then what are we waiting for?" she asked him as she grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall way to the elevator that went down to the lab.
"Hank!" Jean called upon arriving. She didn't have to look long however as Hank dropped down from the ceiling upsidedown.
"Hello, Jean" he smiled. He dropped to his feet and continued, "What can I do for you?"
Jean took hold of Scott's hand. "Could you write something for our wedding? You know, about how we met and fell in love?"
"Of course, Jean" he said as he turned his back on them to finish up his experiment.
"However," he said, not looking at them, "it's not really love. It's really the reaction of chemicals in your brain that react to the chemical smell of the other that releases endorphins in your brains making you happy that make you feel like your in love. Like back in Shakespeare's day and the Middle Ages, no one showered so no one could pick up the scent of the other people that's why there was no love back then and…"
He finally turned back around after putting his test tube in the freezer to find that he was alone.
"Scott? Jean?" he asked, looking around.
Scott and Jean were back in the living room and Scott was crossing out yet another name on his list.
"That would have been an interesting wedding speech" he said sarcastically.
"What would've?" Logan asked as he appeared midway down the stairs, motorcycle keys at hand..
"What? Oh! Nothing" he responded quickly. Jean looked from Logan to her nervous Scott.
>Ask Logan, Scott> she sent to him.
>I don't think he'll do it> was his nervous response.
>Please?>
>Ugh, fine. I'll ask him>
"Logan?" Scott said. The short Canadian turned around to look at the couple.
"What?"
Scott took a deep breath. "Will you write a speech for our wedding?"
Logan's response was almost immediate.
"Trust me, bub, if it was up to me, you wouldn't be getting married"
"Right, then" Scott said fearfully, quickly leading Jean towards the kitchen, in the opposite direction of Logan.
"Told you" Scott said when they had reached the safety of the kitchen.
"You shouldn't be so scared, Scott. He's probably just upset that we didn't chose him to be our best man" Jean reasoned as she opened the fridge.
"He's probably upset we even need a best man…" Scott grumbled. However, suddenly his face lit up.
"Of course! Why didn't I think about it before!"
"What?" Jean asked. Scott grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to the rooms.
So, whose Scott thinking of?
…Well, I'm not going to tell you! Stay tuned!