A/N: Sorry its been so long. No one reviewed my last chapter so I was thinking this story was dying now or something. Hopefully this chapter does much more better with reviews.
Chapter 55
Tristian twirled the emerald that hung from his necklace between his fingers. He sat hunched over in a chair near his desk and just stared at the floor in deep concentration. The necklace was all he had to keep himself busy, his rubbing stone since Jean wore his ring on her finger.
Jean…just her name alone evoked a fire deep within his shadow that hadn't been there in years. Not since Bonnie had he felt this way. So full of life and eased of the pain he had grown to abide, able to love without worry and live free as a human. Jean did all that for him and more.
He loved her, he was sure of it. Sure since the day she walked into that closed room with that trusting smile. He'd fallen for her then and felt the connection from there on out. But the fire was sparked that morning. He had felt it while he was kissing her lips, her neck, touching her bare skin with his. It had been relit in that instant, set in him like a volcano that had remained latent for years. The power had comeback and now he'd need it as much as he wished he didn't.
Because with the returning fire came the ice storm he called Frost. And history seemed to be repeating itself. Just when he learned to live and love it was being taken away. Swept away in a frosty blizzard of ice just like before.
Tristian gripped the necklace tighter and lifted his head up to meet his own gaze reflected in the mirror. He wouldn't let history take a relapse into the past. Not this time. Not Jean. Over his dead body would he let that happen again. He had watched Bonnie die and that was enough, but not Jean. He'd see her in the arms of Logan or Scott before he saw her in Emplates grasp or Frosts. Jean dying was not an option he'd take to kindly. Frost would already pay for what she had done. For killing Bonnie, for hurting John, for taking Rogue and John, for hitting Jean, and for ruining his life over and over again. And when it was all over, if he still stood, he'd have Jean to be with for the rest of his life if she'd have him. If not, then he'd have a friend for the rest of his life. He could live with that either way. But no one else would die for him. No one. Bonnie had, but no one else. Certainly not Jean.
His eyes darkened in his reflection, the shadow passing through his eyes, covering the blue and the centers silvering like the moon. He felt the heat rise within him, prickling along his skin with the Shadow Fire as who he was as a mutant surfaced. He held his fingers out to the glass and watched as it fell away with his power, etching a T and a J with a rose into the glass.
A knock on the door caused him to make his power retreat back inside him. He blinked away the darkness and silver from his eyes and called out, "Come in."
The door opened and he didn't have to turn his head to know it was Jean. He could smell her rosey scent from down the hall. She stepped up behind him and only then did he see she was wearing her leather suit with the high collar and boots, her auburn hair hanging partially in her face.
She set down the clothes she was carrying onto his bed. "I brought you your uniform."
He smiled at her through the mirror and shook his head. "Thanks, but I'm not much of a uniform guy. I don't do leather."
"Logan said the same thing once upon a time," she smirked.
"Unlike Logan, I keep to my word, and I'm not wearing it. Besides," he turned to face her with a sly grin, "You pull it off much better than I ever could, I stand no chance of out doing you."
Her lips upturned and she leaned over him, placing her hands on either side of the desk, trapping him from moving from his chair if he ever wanted to to begin with. "That so?"
He nodded, breathing in her flowery scent and his a hands went to her waist before he could stop himself. "Uh huh You pull off everything better than I can," he kissed her neck lightly and pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "Except for maybe swim wear."
She chuckled and kissed him fully on the mouth in a quick wet touch of lips. "What's this?" she asked pulling away and leaning further over to reach for something.
Tristian turned around in the chair and Jean's free arm automatically went around, pressing herself against his back as she traced the letters and rose that he had moments ago drawn onto the mirror.
"I was bored," he shrugged. "It helped me with my thinking."
"Yeah, what about?" she spoke softly and he could feel her hot breath against his ear and neck as she spoke. He fought a shiver that threatened to move down his spine to lower parts and instead took a deep breath and cleared his throat, running baseball scores through his head as he spoke.
"About you…about all this. I'm worried about what will happen."
"You'll be fine,' she told him, running her hand through his hair.
"It's not me I'm worried about, Jean," he turned his head and pressed his forehead against hers. "It's you."
This time she pulled away to stare into his eyes. "Why are you worried about me?"
"Because she knows, Jean. She knows. It's a setup."
"Gambit's not lying though."
"That's because he doesn't know he's being used. It's not exactly how Frost planned it. She didn't expect Gambit to bail out but now that he has she knows he'll want revenge and he'll lead us in. It's all falling in line for her. Everything. Including us."
"What do you mean?" Jean asked, staring down at him with concern.
"She knows about…," he couldn't think of a word to describe them, love seemed too strong for the moment. "This. She knows about this. Just like last time when a girl stood between me and her, she rid them of the equation so she could have what she wanted. Me." He shook his head. "Don't go with us, Jean. She'll kill you if you do and I couldn't live with that, not after Bonnie."
"Nothing will happen to me,' she promised and sat on his lap, cradling im close to her. "It'll all be fine."
"You don't understand. She's powerful. She knows how to ruin lives. She knows everything."
She looked Tristian in the eye and he saw the warmth there that had set fire to him every time. "She doesn't know us though. We're more powerful than her, Tristian. We can do this. Nothing you say will stop me from going. But when we get back," she kissed him softly, "we'll finish where we left off."
He smiled and smirked a little, kissing her back and just holding her, wishing he could stay like this forever.
"Sorry to interrupt," Scott said from the doorway and they both looked over to him, fully dressed in his uniform with his visor. Tristian was relieved he didn't look upset. Last thing he wanted was his own teammate to hate him while going into his worst enemies territory. But then again, maybe the guy was better at hiding his true emotion then he thought. He hoped he was wrong.
"Time to go," Scott said and nodded at them.
Jean let out a deep breath and stood up as did Tristian. "Let's do this."
Tristian nodded his head and left the room, closing the door behind him and briefly wondering if this was the last time any of them would ever step foot in this mansion again. If this was indeed their last night.
Please remember to R&R, only about 8 more chapter left. Need a lil input.
Chapter 55
Tristian twirled the emerald that hung from his necklace between his fingers. He sat hunched over in a chair near his desk and just stared at the floor in deep concentration. The necklace was all he had to keep himself busy, his rubbing stone since Jean wore his ring on her finger.
Jean…just her name alone evoked a fire deep within his shadow that hadn't been there in years. Not since Bonnie had he felt this way. So full of life and eased of the pain he had grown to abide, able to love without worry and live free as a human. Jean did all that for him and more.
He loved her, he was sure of it. Sure since the day she walked into that closed room with that trusting smile. He'd fallen for her then and felt the connection from there on out. But the fire was sparked that morning. He had felt it while he was kissing her lips, her neck, touching her bare skin with his. It had been relit in that instant, set in him like a volcano that had remained latent for years. The power had comeback and now he'd need it as much as he wished he didn't.
Because with the returning fire came the ice storm he called Frost. And history seemed to be repeating itself. Just when he learned to live and love it was being taken away. Swept away in a frosty blizzard of ice just like before.
Tristian gripped the necklace tighter and lifted his head up to meet his own gaze reflected in the mirror. He wouldn't let history take a relapse into the past. Not this time. Not Jean. Over his dead body would he let that happen again. He had watched Bonnie die and that was enough, but not Jean. He'd see her in the arms of Logan or Scott before he saw her in Emplates grasp or Frosts. Jean dying was not an option he'd take to kindly. Frost would already pay for what she had done. For killing Bonnie, for hurting John, for taking Rogue and John, for hitting Jean, and for ruining his life over and over again. And when it was all over, if he still stood, he'd have Jean to be with for the rest of his life if she'd have him. If not, then he'd have a friend for the rest of his life. He could live with that either way. But no one else would die for him. No one. Bonnie had, but no one else. Certainly not Jean.
His eyes darkened in his reflection, the shadow passing through his eyes, covering the blue and the centers silvering like the moon. He felt the heat rise within him, prickling along his skin with the Shadow Fire as who he was as a mutant surfaced. He held his fingers out to the glass and watched as it fell away with his power, etching a T and a J with a rose into the glass.
A knock on the door caused him to make his power retreat back inside him. He blinked away the darkness and silver from his eyes and called out, "Come in."
The door opened and he didn't have to turn his head to know it was Jean. He could smell her rosey scent from down the hall. She stepped up behind him and only then did he see she was wearing her leather suit with the high collar and boots, her auburn hair hanging partially in her face.
She set down the clothes she was carrying onto his bed. "I brought you your uniform."
He smiled at her through the mirror and shook his head. "Thanks, but I'm not much of a uniform guy. I don't do leather."
"Logan said the same thing once upon a time," she smirked.
"Unlike Logan, I keep to my word, and I'm not wearing it. Besides," he turned to face her with a sly grin, "You pull it off much better than I ever could, I stand no chance of out doing you."
Her lips upturned and she leaned over him, placing her hands on either side of the desk, trapping him from moving from his chair if he ever wanted to to begin with. "That so?"
He nodded, breathing in her flowery scent and his a hands went to her waist before he could stop himself. "Uh huh You pull off everything better than I can," he kissed her neck lightly and pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "Except for maybe swim wear."
She chuckled and kissed him fully on the mouth in a quick wet touch of lips. "What's this?" she asked pulling away and leaning further over to reach for something.
Tristian turned around in the chair and Jean's free arm automatically went around, pressing herself against his back as she traced the letters and rose that he had moments ago drawn onto the mirror.
"I was bored," he shrugged. "It helped me with my thinking."
"Yeah, what about?" she spoke softly and he could feel her hot breath against his ear and neck as she spoke. He fought a shiver that threatened to move down his spine to lower parts and instead took a deep breath and cleared his throat, running baseball scores through his head as he spoke.
"About you…about all this. I'm worried about what will happen."
"You'll be fine,' she told him, running her hand through his hair.
"It's not me I'm worried about, Jean," he turned his head and pressed his forehead against hers. "It's you."
This time she pulled away to stare into his eyes. "Why are you worried about me?"
"Because she knows, Jean. She knows. It's a setup."
"Gambit's not lying though."
"That's because he doesn't know he's being used. It's not exactly how Frost planned it. She didn't expect Gambit to bail out but now that he has she knows he'll want revenge and he'll lead us in. It's all falling in line for her. Everything. Including us."
"What do you mean?" Jean asked, staring down at him with concern.
"She knows about…," he couldn't think of a word to describe them, love seemed too strong for the moment. "This. She knows about this. Just like last time when a girl stood between me and her, she rid them of the equation so she could have what she wanted. Me." He shook his head. "Don't go with us, Jean. She'll kill you if you do and I couldn't live with that, not after Bonnie."
"Nothing will happen to me,' she promised and sat on his lap, cradling im close to her. "It'll all be fine."
"You don't understand. She's powerful. She knows how to ruin lives. She knows everything."
She looked Tristian in the eye and he saw the warmth there that had set fire to him every time. "She doesn't know us though. We're more powerful than her, Tristian. We can do this. Nothing you say will stop me from going. But when we get back," she kissed him softly, "we'll finish where we left off."
He smiled and smirked a little, kissing her back and just holding her, wishing he could stay like this forever.
"Sorry to interrupt," Scott said from the doorway and they both looked over to him, fully dressed in his uniform with his visor. Tristian was relieved he didn't look upset. Last thing he wanted was his own teammate to hate him while going into his worst enemies territory. But then again, maybe the guy was better at hiding his true emotion then he thought. He hoped he was wrong.
"Time to go," Scott said and nodded at them.
Jean let out a deep breath and stood up as did Tristian. "Let's do this."
Tristian nodded his head and left the room, closing the door behind him and briefly wondering if this was the last time any of them would ever step foot in this mansion again. If this was indeed their last night.
Please remember to R&R, only about 8 more chapter left. Need a lil input.