A/N: My computer crashed, meaning everything I had is now gone, so I'm using my moms comp to rewrite. Give me time to finish it all again. but I go this done, enjoy!
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CHAPTER 38- QUARRELS
Jean couldn't stop him as he melted to shadow and faded from the room through the ventilation system. All she could do was see to John before checking on Tristan.
The youth was sitting up on the table, Rogue and Bobby standing near him, braced to catch him if he fell. He looked dazed and confused as he sat there, not quite sure what was going on.
"What happened?" he asked, looking around. "How did I get here?"
"What do you remember John?" Jean asked, observing his skin. Where the bullet wound had been was nothing more then a slight red mark that would fade in an hour time.
His face balled up and he blinked, focusing, his hand mindlessly rubbing his upper chest. "I'm not sure…I was standing outside…a cop car exploded and I tried to put it out…but," he looked at the red mark. "I got shot."
Logan nodded. "That's about right."
"It doesn't make sense," John whispered, staring at the ground.
Jean frowned unsure of what he was stalking about. By the look on his face he was puzzled still by something on his mind. "What doesn't make sense? What you said was right?"
"No, not that…," he shook his head. "These other memories. They make no sense." He looked up at Jean. "It's like waking from a dream…you've been there and seen it but you haven't…it makes no sense."
Jean's frown deepened. How could that be? Unless John had been dreaming while he was dying before…Tristan. The healing must have connected Tristan's memories to John's. So John was seeing the reflections of his memories, pieces and parts Tristan had inside were floating in John's mind.
"How is that possible for him to dream?" Scott turned to her.
"Because he wasn't dreaming," she said aloud.
"What?" Logan and Scott stated at the same time.
She held up her hand, stopping their questions. "I'll explain later," with that she turned to the teenagers. "I want you three to go back up stairs and act like nothing happened. John, I want to see you tomorrow morning at nine for a check up just to be on the safe side."
He nodded his head, and slid off the examination table. Rogue grabbed him a sweater and one for herself and Bobby to cover up the blood on their clothes as they left, that was no questions would be raised if anyone saw them.
After they were gone, Jean let out a sigh and rubbed the back of her neck, knowing exactly where she had to go next. Tristan didn't look well when he left, she imagined the healing had had an effect on him as it did John. But unlike John, it had a negative effect on Tristan.
She should have known it would. Should have thought of the danger she would be putting him in when she had him heal John. She didn't even think of what it had done to him after he helped Bobby because the effect had been mild. John's wound had been nowhere close though. And in the frenzy the thought never crossed her mind until now.
Jean ran her hand through her hair and glanced at Scott. He stood near the table in a daze at what had just happened. It wasn't everyday they saw someone come back from the brink of death, least not right in front of their very eyes.
"Scott," he jerked his head up at her response. "I need you to go tell the professor what just happened, leave nothing out. Tell him if he wants detail on how it happened in the first place to come see me about it later."
Scott nodded his head and took a deep breath. "Alright…what are you going to do in the mean time?"
"Logan and I are going to go check on Tristan, see if he's okay," she explained and immediately saw him tense up.
"Why can't Logan go tell Professor Xavier and I go with you?" he asked defensively. "You'd rather be with him instead of me?"
"Oh, come on Summers! Stop being such a prick!" Logan growled, joining the argument.
"Shut up, Logan. I wasn't talking to you, so stay out of it," he threw back with enough anger that Jean could feel it building up.
Jean closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, blocking their comebacks from her mind. Every time she felt she could come to a conclusion they did this, fought. It just made it harder and harder for her to think of the issue.
Speaking quietly but in their minds as well Jean spoke. "It has nothing to do with that."
The two stopped abruptly and turned their heads to her. She opened her eyes, arms folded across her chest. "This has nothing to do with my decision making. But it has everything to do with Tristan's well being. Now either you two get it together, or don't help me at all."
The two glared at each other once more, tensed for a battle, but relaxed, stepping away. Scott questioned Jean once more. "Why do I have to go to Xavier? Why can't I go with you? At least answer that."
"Honestly," she looked him in the eye. "Tristan trusts Logan more and that's where I'm going."
Scott hung his head down and nodded. He tuned to the door and hesitated. With a quick move he kissed Jean on the cheek and whispered good luck before leaving out the door.
Jean blinked, not expecting that. She missed the feel of him kissing her, but though part of her missed it part of her wasn't as sure if he was the right one just yet. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she turned to Logan.
"Well, shall we." She indicated to the door. With a nod they left, taking the elevator to Tristan's room. Jean could only wonder what damage awaited there.
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MORE TO COME SOON
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CHAPTER 38- QUARRELS
Jean couldn't stop him as he melted to shadow and faded from the room through the ventilation system. All she could do was see to John before checking on Tristan.
The youth was sitting up on the table, Rogue and Bobby standing near him, braced to catch him if he fell. He looked dazed and confused as he sat there, not quite sure what was going on.
"What happened?" he asked, looking around. "How did I get here?"
"What do you remember John?" Jean asked, observing his skin. Where the bullet wound had been was nothing more then a slight red mark that would fade in an hour time.
His face balled up and he blinked, focusing, his hand mindlessly rubbing his upper chest. "I'm not sure…I was standing outside…a cop car exploded and I tried to put it out…but," he looked at the red mark. "I got shot."
Logan nodded. "That's about right."
"It doesn't make sense," John whispered, staring at the ground.
Jean frowned unsure of what he was stalking about. By the look on his face he was puzzled still by something on his mind. "What doesn't make sense? What you said was right?"
"No, not that…," he shook his head. "These other memories. They make no sense." He looked up at Jean. "It's like waking from a dream…you've been there and seen it but you haven't…it makes no sense."
Jean's frown deepened. How could that be? Unless John had been dreaming while he was dying before…Tristan. The healing must have connected Tristan's memories to John's. So John was seeing the reflections of his memories, pieces and parts Tristan had inside were floating in John's mind.
"How is that possible for him to dream?" Scott turned to her.
"Because he wasn't dreaming," she said aloud.
"What?" Logan and Scott stated at the same time.
She held up her hand, stopping their questions. "I'll explain later," with that she turned to the teenagers. "I want you three to go back up stairs and act like nothing happened. John, I want to see you tomorrow morning at nine for a check up just to be on the safe side."
He nodded his head, and slid off the examination table. Rogue grabbed him a sweater and one for herself and Bobby to cover up the blood on their clothes as they left, that was no questions would be raised if anyone saw them.
After they were gone, Jean let out a sigh and rubbed the back of her neck, knowing exactly where she had to go next. Tristan didn't look well when he left, she imagined the healing had had an effect on him as it did John. But unlike John, it had a negative effect on Tristan.
She should have known it would. Should have thought of the danger she would be putting him in when she had him heal John. She didn't even think of what it had done to him after he helped Bobby because the effect had been mild. John's wound had been nowhere close though. And in the frenzy the thought never crossed her mind until now.
Jean ran her hand through her hair and glanced at Scott. He stood near the table in a daze at what had just happened. It wasn't everyday they saw someone come back from the brink of death, least not right in front of their very eyes.
"Scott," he jerked his head up at her response. "I need you to go tell the professor what just happened, leave nothing out. Tell him if he wants detail on how it happened in the first place to come see me about it later."
Scott nodded his head and took a deep breath. "Alright…what are you going to do in the mean time?"
"Logan and I are going to go check on Tristan, see if he's okay," she explained and immediately saw him tense up.
"Why can't Logan go tell Professor Xavier and I go with you?" he asked defensively. "You'd rather be with him instead of me?"
"Oh, come on Summers! Stop being such a prick!" Logan growled, joining the argument.
"Shut up, Logan. I wasn't talking to you, so stay out of it," he threw back with enough anger that Jean could feel it building up.
Jean closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, blocking their comebacks from her mind. Every time she felt she could come to a conclusion they did this, fought. It just made it harder and harder for her to think of the issue.
Speaking quietly but in their minds as well Jean spoke. "It has nothing to do with that."
The two stopped abruptly and turned their heads to her. She opened her eyes, arms folded across her chest. "This has nothing to do with my decision making. But it has everything to do with Tristan's well being. Now either you two get it together, or don't help me at all."
The two glared at each other once more, tensed for a battle, but relaxed, stepping away. Scott questioned Jean once more. "Why do I have to go to Xavier? Why can't I go with you? At least answer that."
"Honestly," she looked him in the eye. "Tristan trusts Logan more and that's where I'm going."
Scott hung his head down and nodded. He tuned to the door and hesitated. With a quick move he kissed Jean on the cheek and whispered good luck before leaving out the door.
Jean blinked, not expecting that. She missed the feel of him kissing her, but though part of her missed it part of her wasn't as sure if he was the right one just yet. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she turned to Logan.
"Well, shall we." She indicated to the door. With a nod they left, taking the elevator to Tristan's room. Jean could only wonder what damage awaited there.
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MORE TO COME SOON