A/N: arggg…school gets in the way and work… and so do other things. But I worked on it and here it is YAY!!!!…ok enough of me, start reading. Its what you've been waiting for.
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Chapter 49
Tristian stretched out, bathing in the sunlight as he lay near the pool. He tucked his hands behind his head and smiled. Life felt great for the first time in a long time. He felt like he could do anything he wanted, peace of mind was a great thing he never knew he could feel. Not since Bonnie had he enjoyed life this much.
He felt someone approaching him, heard them whispering to be honest, heard their giggles as they planned to do something to him. He smiled to himself, this was getting too easy. As they drew near, Tristian dissolved to shadow and moved faster then they could comprehend.
"Where'd he go?" Bobby asked.
"That was weird," John added.
Tristian smiled and slipped behind them, forming to flesh. He leaned in close to them as they gawked in surprise, their plan foiled. "BOO!"
The three teenagers jumped in surprise, shrieking and spinning around as Tristian burst into fits of laughter.
"God, ya scared me," Rogue gasped, hand over her heart.
"I know," he chuckled and moved past them, laying back down on his fold out bed. "What brings you three out here. Aren't you going with the other mutant kids to the field trip?"
"We didn't feel like it," John shrugged, switching from one foot to the other.
"Yeah, we've had enough out of school activity to last us awhile," Bobby added and glanced at the ground as John rubbed his upper stomach, nodding.
Tristian smiled a little. "Good point."
"So we figured we'd hang out around here," Rogue said, speaking brighter then the other two felt.
"Professor said it was okay?" Tristian asked.
"Said it was up to us," Bobby filled in.
"Ohh," Tristian nodded his head. "Well that's okay with us then."
"Us?" Rogue frowned.
"He means me and him," Jean spoke from directly behind them, causing them all to jump again.
Jean chucked and tossed her towel over one of the lounge chairs then untied the black and red polyester wrapping from around her waist. She folded it and laid it on the table before removing the spaghetti strap shirt revealing a dark red two piece bathing suit that matched her hair and brought out her eyes.
"Nice bikini," Tristian said, pulling down his shades to get a better look. "Did you borrow it off of one of the teens?"
She slapped his arm playfully. "Nice trunks, you get them at the salvation army?"
"Hey," he pointed at her. "I love these shorts. Had them for years."
"Yeah, they look like it," she teased and sat down near him.
Rogue smiled softly, her eyes flickering from Tristian to Jean. She glanced at Bobby who gave her a knowing smile and John who raised his eyebrows. "Well…ummm…we'll jus' hang 'round here…maybe over in the park area, play ball or somethin'."
"You sure?" Jean asked, sitting up on her elbows.
"Yeah," John nodded. "It's a nice day. We should just walk around or something."
"All right," Tristian shrugged. "Just stay out of trouble. I've done enough rescuing to last me a year."
"All right," they chanted as they turned and walked away.
Tristian turned his head to Jean. "Wonder what got into them?"
"Don't know," she shrugged and turned over onto her stomach, sitting up on her arms.
"Where's Logan and Scott?" he asked her.
She gestured towards the mansion. "They went with the kids. Took them on the field trip."
"Logan? Field trip?" Tristian gawked.
She smiled slyly, "Don't worry, Storm and Kurt are with them too."
He faked a sigh of relief. "Ohh Good, because I was about to feel sorry for those poor mutants."
She laughed and he found himself unable to hear enough of it. It was music to him, a song he could listen to on repeat and not ever tire of. "Logan's not a bad guy."
"Neither is Scott."
Her smile faltered. "That's what the problem is."
Tristian saw the sadness creep into her face, clouding the sunshine that had been beaming through just moments ago. She was right, that was what this was al about. The problem.
Tristian sat up and swung his legs over the seat so he could face her. "You're confused."
She nodded, averting his eyes as much as possible. "Yeah….i just," she ran a hand through her hair and sat back up. "I just don't know anymore. Since I've been back I'm not sure who I want to be with anymore. I remember kissing Logan and liking it. Really liking it. But Scott…I've always loved him, and I still do."
She buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry. "God, I'm so damn confused. I don't know what to do. Its driving a stake through our friendship."
Tristian grabbed his muscle shirt and tugged it back on. "Come on, let's go inside and talk about this."
Jean nodded and put her clothes back on and walked with him inside and up the stairs to her room. She sat down across from him, biting at her nails. Tristian glanced out the window at the pool. He couldn't see Rogue and the boys. They must have been on the other side, out of his view. He looked back at Jean. Se was still biting at her nails, starring off.
He reached across the table and took her hand. She blinked and looked at him puzzled. Then it occurred to her she'd been nibbling her nails and she smiled mumbling 'bad habit' under her breath.
She took a deep breath. "I just want things back to the way they were."
"They can't be," he told her, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. Jean fought the shiver that wanted to trial down her spine. She nodded as he spoke instead. "Things change for a reason. I believe that much. Everything has a purpose. Logan coming here had a purpose; it helped him find his way. Rogue being taken had a purpose; it helped her find where she belonged. John being shot showed Scott I wasn't what he thought I was. You sacrificing everything to save everyone else had a purpose; everyone's still alive and you're incredible gift was awakened…even Bonnie dying had a purpose…," he looked her in the eyes. His were pools of warm blue and Jean had to remind herself to breathe. "It brought me to you."
Before Jean realized what was happening she leaned across the table, meeting Tristian half way, their lips touched in a soft kiss that carried more want than any kiss she could remember. Scott's were tender, Logan's lust filled, but Tristian's were different. They were softer, gentler in a way but not. They were full of a chaste love.
They pulled away and Jean smiled softly, biting her bottom lip and sitting back down in her chair as Tristian did. Both were quiet for a minute. Jean looked out the window and remembered how she ad helped Tristian the other day. Now she wondered if Tristian's abilities could awaken what she really wanted in her subconscious. The answer was there, she just needed the help finding it.
She turned back to Tristian and through her demand down, no need to sugar coat it after the kiss they just shared. "Tristian, I want you to help me," she told him. "I do."
"No, you don't," he shook his head sternly. He knew exactly what she was talking about. She wanted him to go in her mind, find the answer. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
"Why wouldn't I want your help?"
"Because it's not what you think," he told her, standing to his feet in such an abrupt movement, the chair he'd been sitting in was on the ground. "This isn't some kind of talking it over deal, Jean. It's not a quiz where I ask you questions and you answer truthfully. I can't help you that way. There's only two ways that will give you the true answer and neither of them are good methods."
Jean frowned in confusion, "What's the first method?"
Tristian sighed, rubbing his chin, "You won't like it?"
"Let me decide that?" she said angrily. He was being a bastard now. Making decisions for her. All she wanted more than anything was to get this triangle out of the way and find a peace of mind for a change. Maybe live her life normally, almost like it had been.
He placed his hands on his hips. "I kill one of them."
"What?" she said, hoping to have heard him wrong.
"Told you that you wouldn't like it," he snorted.
"Why would you have to kill one?"
"It's simple, I take them both and let you decide which one you would save while I shot a blast of energy at both of them. You'd make a choice, you'd save Logan or you'd save Scott, case solved," he shrugged.
"No, I don't want either of them to die. What's the next method of help?"
"You won't like it," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Does it involve killing anyone?" she asked.
He shook his head, "No, it doesn't."
"I like it already, what is it?"
He laughed and ran a hand over his face. "How in the hell did I go from kissing you, to this discussion?"
"Because I want your help, I know you can help. Now tell me the other way," she demanded, standing to her feet and getting close to him.
He closed his eyes avoiding contact, a pained expression on his face. "Jean…just don't ask my help."
"Tell me, I want you to help me."
He let out a sigh, opening his eyes but keeping them on the floor. "You'd have to…"
She waited but saw he wasn't going to continue. She put her hand on his shoulder, trying to catch his eye, but he kept turning his head away. She guided his face to hers with her palm. "What? I'd have to what?"
His eyes locked on hers, "You'd have to sleep with me."
Jean's mouth dropped a little at the prospect and bluntness. No wonder he didn't want to say it. It was what they both wanted and feared. The thought of sleeping with each other was scary and thrilling all at once.
Jean stood there, hand still cupping his face staring at him. She didn't know what to say to that and neither did he. So she did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him, arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He backed up, arms going around her waist until he could feel the bed hit the back of his legs. He turned her, knocking her flat on her back on the bed and she pulled him down with her.
He pulled away long enough to look into her face, trace her cheek. "Are you sure?"
Jean nodded without hesitating and smiled, running her hands through his hair, brushing the few strands from his face. "Yes, I want this."
"Least you'll find your answer," he told her, running his hands up her shirt and felt a surge of desire run through him when he touched her bare skin.
She shook his head. "I don't care if I find the answer…I want you." She pulled his face down and kissed, both unaware of what was to come next.
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Hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon, actually one of the best parts that starts off the ending is to come next. So R&R and keep checking for updates. Thanks for the reviews, they help a lot.
P.S: Just curious. Say I was to write a novel series (not fanfiction but original) and it sold in bookstores, would you care to read it or buy it…just curious. R&R your answer or email me at MdNightBeezr314@aol.com
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Chapter 49
Tristian stretched out, bathing in the sunlight as he lay near the pool. He tucked his hands behind his head and smiled. Life felt great for the first time in a long time. He felt like he could do anything he wanted, peace of mind was a great thing he never knew he could feel. Not since Bonnie had he enjoyed life this much.
He felt someone approaching him, heard them whispering to be honest, heard their giggles as they planned to do something to him. He smiled to himself, this was getting too easy. As they drew near, Tristian dissolved to shadow and moved faster then they could comprehend.
"Where'd he go?" Bobby asked.
"That was weird," John added.
Tristian smiled and slipped behind them, forming to flesh. He leaned in close to them as they gawked in surprise, their plan foiled. "BOO!"
The three teenagers jumped in surprise, shrieking and spinning around as Tristian burst into fits of laughter.
"God, ya scared me," Rogue gasped, hand over her heart.
"I know," he chuckled and moved past them, laying back down on his fold out bed. "What brings you three out here. Aren't you going with the other mutant kids to the field trip?"
"We didn't feel like it," John shrugged, switching from one foot to the other.
"Yeah, we've had enough out of school activity to last us awhile," Bobby added and glanced at the ground as John rubbed his upper stomach, nodding.
Tristian smiled a little. "Good point."
"So we figured we'd hang out around here," Rogue said, speaking brighter then the other two felt.
"Professor said it was okay?" Tristian asked.
"Said it was up to us," Bobby filled in.
"Ohh," Tristian nodded his head. "Well that's okay with us then."
"Us?" Rogue frowned.
"He means me and him," Jean spoke from directly behind them, causing them all to jump again.
Jean chucked and tossed her towel over one of the lounge chairs then untied the black and red polyester wrapping from around her waist. She folded it and laid it on the table before removing the spaghetti strap shirt revealing a dark red two piece bathing suit that matched her hair and brought out her eyes.
"Nice bikini," Tristian said, pulling down his shades to get a better look. "Did you borrow it off of one of the teens?"
She slapped his arm playfully. "Nice trunks, you get them at the salvation army?"
"Hey," he pointed at her. "I love these shorts. Had them for years."
"Yeah, they look like it," she teased and sat down near him.
Rogue smiled softly, her eyes flickering from Tristian to Jean. She glanced at Bobby who gave her a knowing smile and John who raised his eyebrows. "Well…ummm…we'll jus' hang 'round here…maybe over in the park area, play ball or somethin'."
"You sure?" Jean asked, sitting up on her elbows.
"Yeah," John nodded. "It's a nice day. We should just walk around or something."
"All right," Tristian shrugged. "Just stay out of trouble. I've done enough rescuing to last me a year."
"All right," they chanted as they turned and walked away.
Tristian turned his head to Jean. "Wonder what got into them?"
"Don't know," she shrugged and turned over onto her stomach, sitting up on her arms.
"Where's Logan and Scott?" he asked her.
She gestured towards the mansion. "They went with the kids. Took them on the field trip."
"Logan? Field trip?" Tristian gawked.
She smiled slyly, "Don't worry, Storm and Kurt are with them too."
He faked a sigh of relief. "Ohh Good, because I was about to feel sorry for those poor mutants."
She laughed and he found himself unable to hear enough of it. It was music to him, a song he could listen to on repeat and not ever tire of. "Logan's not a bad guy."
"Neither is Scott."
Her smile faltered. "That's what the problem is."
Tristian saw the sadness creep into her face, clouding the sunshine that had been beaming through just moments ago. She was right, that was what this was al about. The problem.
Tristian sat up and swung his legs over the seat so he could face her. "You're confused."
She nodded, averting his eyes as much as possible. "Yeah….i just," she ran a hand through her hair and sat back up. "I just don't know anymore. Since I've been back I'm not sure who I want to be with anymore. I remember kissing Logan and liking it. Really liking it. But Scott…I've always loved him, and I still do."
She buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry. "God, I'm so damn confused. I don't know what to do. Its driving a stake through our friendship."
Tristian grabbed his muscle shirt and tugged it back on. "Come on, let's go inside and talk about this."
Jean nodded and put her clothes back on and walked with him inside and up the stairs to her room. She sat down across from him, biting at her nails. Tristian glanced out the window at the pool. He couldn't see Rogue and the boys. They must have been on the other side, out of his view. He looked back at Jean. Se was still biting at her nails, starring off.
He reached across the table and took her hand. She blinked and looked at him puzzled. Then it occurred to her she'd been nibbling her nails and she smiled mumbling 'bad habit' under her breath.
She took a deep breath. "I just want things back to the way they were."
"They can't be," he told her, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. Jean fought the shiver that wanted to trial down her spine. She nodded as he spoke instead. "Things change for a reason. I believe that much. Everything has a purpose. Logan coming here had a purpose; it helped him find his way. Rogue being taken had a purpose; it helped her find where she belonged. John being shot showed Scott I wasn't what he thought I was. You sacrificing everything to save everyone else had a purpose; everyone's still alive and you're incredible gift was awakened…even Bonnie dying had a purpose…," he looked her in the eyes. His were pools of warm blue and Jean had to remind herself to breathe. "It brought me to you."
Before Jean realized what was happening she leaned across the table, meeting Tristian half way, their lips touched in a soft kiss that carried more want than any kiss she could remember. Scott's were tender, Logan's lust filled, but Tristian's were different. They were softer, gentler in a way but not. They were full of a chaste love.
They pulled away and Jean smiled softly, biting her bottom lip and sitting back down in her chair as Tristian did. Both were quiet for a minute. Jean looked out the window and remembered how she ad helped Tristian the other day. Now she wondered if Tristian's abilities could awaken what she really wanted in her subconscious. The answer was there, she just needed the help finding it.
She turned back to Tristian and through her demand down, no need to sugar coat it after the kiss they just shared. "Tristian, I want you to help me," she told him. "I do."
"No, you don't," he shook his head sternly. He knew exactly what she was talking about. She wanted him to go in her mind, find the answer. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
"Why wouldn't I want your help?"
"Because it's not what you think," he told her, standing to his feet in such an abrupt movement, the chair he'd been sitting in was on the ground. "This isn't some kind of talking it over deal, Jean. It's not a quiz where I ask you questions and you answer truthfully. I can't help you that way. There's only two ways that will give you the true answer and neither of them are good methods."
Jean frowned in confusion, "What's the first method?"
Tristian sighed, rubbing his chin, "You won't like it?"
"Let me decide that?" she said angrily. He was being a bastard now. Making decisions for her. All she wanted more than anything was to get this triangle out of the way and find a peace of mind for a change. Maybe live her life normally, almost like it had been.
He placed his hands on his hips. "I kill one of them."
"What?" she said, hoping to have heard him wrong.
"Told you that you wouldn't like it," he snorted.
"Why would you have to kill one?"
"It's simple, I take them both and let you decide which one you would save while I shot a blast of energy at both of them. You'd make a choice, you'd save Logan or you'd save Scott, case solved," he shrugged.
"No, I don't want either of them to die. What's the next method of help?"
"You won't like it," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Does it involve killing anyone?" she asked.
He shook his head, "No, it doesn't."
"I like it already, what is it?"
He laughed and ran a hand over his face. "How in the hell did I go from kissing you, to this discussion?"
"Because I want your help, I know you can help. Now tell me the other way," she demanded, standing to her feet and getting close to him.
He closed his eyes avoiding contact, a pained expression on his face. "Jean…just don't ask my help."
"Tell me, I want you to help me."
He let out a sigh, opening his eyes but keeping them on the floor. "You'd have to…"
She waited but saw he wasn't going to continue. She put her hand on his shoulder, trying to catch his eye, but he kept turning his head away. She guided his face to hers with her palm. "What? I'd have to what?"
His eyes locked on hers, "You'd have to sleep with me."
Jean's mouth dropped a little at the prospect and bluntness. No wonder he didn't want to say it. It was what they both wanted and feared. The thought of sleeping with each other was scary and thrilling all at once.
Jean stood there, hand still cupping his face staring at him. She didn't know what to say to that and neither did he. So she did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him, arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He backed up, arms going around her waist until he could feel the bed hit the back of his legs. He turned her, knocking her flat on her back on the bed and she pulled him down with her.
He pulled away long enough to look into her face, trace her cheek. "Are you sure?"
Jean nodded without hesitating and smiled, running her hands through his hair, brushing the few strands from his face. "Yes, I want this."
"Least you'll find your answer," he told her, running his hands up her shirt and felt a surge of desire run through him when he touched her bare skin.
She shook his head. "I don't care if I find the answer…I want you." She pulled his face down and kissed, both unaware of what was to come next.
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Hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon, actually one of the best parts that starts off the ending is to come next. So R&R and keep checking for updates. Thanks for the reviews, they help a lot.
P.S: Just curious. Say I was to write a novel series (not fanfiction but original) and it sold in bookstores, would you care to read it or buy it…just curious. R&R your answer or email me at MdNightBeezr314@aol.com