Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, or anything. I only claim rights to my story I put them into…
A/N: Set in X-Evolution, after the last episodes by about 5 or 6 years.
Marvlix: This is for you. You did make a valid point my friend. No one seems to leave Jean and Scott alone. So I hope this is the one that does and you enjoy it.
Watching a red and gold sunset, a smile lit from within the woman whose hair reflected the hairs and made her seem beyond human, beyond a goddess. She hugged herself and her green eyes focused keenly on the speck in the distance. Another smile graced her lips and she ran inside to quickly check her appearance for the homecoming of her husband. Blowing a kiss at her reflection, Jean Summers ran from her shared room and made her way down to the hangar.
Waiting patiently for the jet she smiled to herself happily; after this mission they had some time off, time together. Just what they'd been waiting for. A vacation to somewhere happy, without super villains and without teaching or fighting.
---On the jet---
The X-Men on board the jet looked at their field commander in surprise as he sped up nearing the mansion. He had fought harder than they'd seen him fight in a while and had showed no sign of fatigue as they climbed on board to go home once more. Occasionally grunting at the controls and grinning to himself. The others thought he was mad, but Ororo kept smiling and shaking her head at his behaviour, having had Jean tell her secretly before the mission what they were planning.
Logan raised an eyebrow at her, but she shushed him by pressing a finger to her own lips. He nodded reluctantly and let it drop. He'd find a way of getting' it out of her later. Maybe he'd forget though…
'Ya never know…' he thought smugly and shot a feral grin at her, causing a slight blush to come to her cheeks.
"Right. Storm, as I explained before the mission, would you please take the X-Men from the hangar. All of you come to the de-briefing in half an hour. I'll finish up then." Cyclops spoke as he landed the jet, the mask of leader slipping as the red head in the hangar looked up at the craft.
Ororo stood and with a slight wave of her hand directed the rest of the super powered team into the landing bay and through the doors leading to the rest of the mansion. She winked at Jean as she passed and received a giggle from her friend in return.
Scott sat at the controls and closed his eyes, letting the mission play out in front of his eyes. He took a deep breath then opened his eyes. He was puzzled to see Jean wasn't in front of the jet anymore, but the matter was soon resolved when he felt two arms slide around his neck. He tilted his head back and kissed her upside down gently.
"Hey there handsome." Jean smirked walking around to sit in the co-pilots seat next to him.
Scott blinked and smiled back at her, feeling his heart rate increase from just being around her. "Hey there yourself, Redd."
"Good mission, or one that totally tired you out, or even one that left you with excess energy, or-"
"Jean?"
"Yes?" She stopped half annoyed he interrupted.
"I love you."
Jean's glare softened and a stupid smile lit her face again. A flush spread through her cheeks slowly and she leaned across to kiss him. Okay…
Good. You all ready to head out?
Jean nodded eagerly and her smile broadened. She then slipped across into Scott's lap, and, whilst gently running her finger through his hair and tracing his jaw line she began to tell him everything that had happened whilst the X-Men had been out. Scott listened intently, enjoying the light touch of her skin against his own, the light breathy laugh that she had when she was replaying a scene in her mind or finding the tale she was telling newly amusing, the intimacy there was between a stupid conversation about nonsense and the overwhelming love he felt whenever she was close to him.
"Wanna go change now Slim?" She finished, smiling and grazing his lips with a small kiss.
Scott nodded and lifted her up with him as he made his way out of the jet and back up to their room, or as they both referred to it, their private paradise, somewhere they could drop the acts and masks, somewhere just for them to be themselves, without any expectations.
Ororo chuckled from the kitchen as she saw them going upstairs immersed in conversation and looking loving at each other, just touching from time to time, as if to reassure themselves it wasn't a dream. She turned back into the room and almost dropped her coffee in surprise.
"Kitten, why are you down here?"
"Uh well…" Kitty Pryde looked up at her teacher and friend uncertainly. "I don't wanna go upstairs if Scott and Jean are up there. It's embarrassing…"
Laughing again, Ororo gestured to a seat as she walked over to the fridge. "Then let's get a snack okay? That'll keep us busy and we can play the radio loudly so we hear nothing, good?"
Kitty nodded and laughed, moving to turn the radio on. Soon she and Ororo were making the snack of the century, singing and dancing and generally having the most fun possible. Half way through Celine Dion warbling 'My heart will go on', Logan stepped into the kitchen and froze at what he saw. Kitty burst out laughing, stopping imitating the radio and watching the two adults to see what they would do. Ororo smiled mischieviously and continued as if he wasn't there, until the chorus came on when she turned to him and put a hand on his face, singing directly to him.
#"You're hereeeee, there's noooooooothing I fear, and I knooooooooooow that my heart will go ooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn, Weeeee'llllllllll stayyyyyyyyyyy foreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeever this way, you are saaaaaafe in my heart and, my heart will go ooonnn, and ooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"#
Kitty clapped loudly and whistled as the DJ began to talk and Ororo laughed, kissing Logan on the cheek noisily. Logan still seemed frozen, until a moment after she kissed him. He looked at Kitty and scowled, then he turned to scowl at Ororo, finding himself grinning instead.
"Oh, Kitten." Ororo said between laughing, "I think I have found a way to, indeed, tame Logan."
The younger girl laughed even harder and doubled up, with tears streaming from her eyes as she tried to stop. Logan again attempted a scowl, but couldn't make it, so conceded an amused grin and shuffling back toward the door.
"Oh no you don't." Ororo sensed him moving away and dragged him back into the room. "Now you have to try our snack, and tell me if I can sing well."
Logan sighed and smacked his forehead, rolling his eyes as if to ask – why me… why do I get stuck with the mad woman… - then again, it had it's up points, being the food and perhaps the company of a beautiful, yet crazy, woman, and a kid he looked at as one of his own.
"Al' right yer crazy woman, I'll stick aroun', only if yer both promise this don't go beyond these walls."
Kitty and Ororo exchanged looks before drawing fingers over their hearts in unison. "We promise Logan, now sit, Kitty and I have worked hard on this."
Logan sat and watched them both, smirking to himself and understanding why they had had the radio so loud. He rested an arm on the edge of the worktop and waited for them to finish whispering and working on this 'snack' of theirs.
Scott and Jean came into the room moments later, both having one arm around the other and talking quietly about their trip, which had them even more excited now that the mission was over. Logan looked up from the bite he'd just taken of the sugar coated, warm brownie type thing Ororo and Kitty had come up with. He grunted at them and chewed his mouthful, as Kitty waved from her own part of the snack. Ororo was the first who spoke.
"Well, did you write up the report Scott? Or should I-?"
Scott flushed a little and Ororo could tell he and Jean were conversing through their link rapidly.
"I've done it, but I should copy it out again." He eventually said quietly, "It, erm, it's not quite as tidy as I hoped it would be."
"Ah. I see." The African-american beauty smiled. "Well, how about a taste of our snack thing. Kitty made up the name, I'm hopeless at remembering it…"
"Frowgars – fruit, brownies and sugar. All good for you, in the right amount." Kitty chirped, licking her fingers happily. "I think they're awesome. We should make loads!"
Scott paled as he realised Kitty had helped make them, and Jean laughed, calming him with the thought that Ororo had been helping too, so they wouldn't poison him. He nodded, regaining some colour in his face as he accepted the offer of one from Ororo. Jean also accepted, leaving Ororo to take one herself.
"Mmm," she pronounced. "Wonderful, I am impressed Kitten, you indeed were right, I had though fruit would spoil the sugar or vice versa. Very good."
Kitty beamed as she got up. "Thanks, and I gotta go now, stuff to do, people to bug, ya know. Usual stuff, plus Lockheed needs me. Bye guys."
Rolling his eyes, even behind his glasses, earned Scott a poke from Jean. He stuck out his tongue and Jean mock bit at it, causing a smirk to appear on his face. Satisfied with her work, Jean held a small piece of the 'Frowgar' to his mouth. Logan shielded his eyes as the beautiful red head's plan worked. Scott opened his mouth enough to take the piece and suddenly grabbed her wrist as she pulled her fingers back, so he could slowly, giving himself enough time to swallow, bring her hand to his lips. Grazing the back of it with a kiss, Scott's gesture was enough to make Jean blush and Ororo smile, and Logan, well Logan pretended to be ill to the side of him.
Trust you to be the only non-romantic Jean sent to Logan, amidst her blushing and giggling.
Logan looked stunned that she'd actually seen him and he stood up half offended, grunting some thanks to Ororo about the food, making her smile sweetly at him. He sent a quick smile back, which didn't go unnoticed by Jean, and made his way to the gym, grunting, again, this time about a workout, needing to do something.
"Uh, Scott? You think Ororo and I could have a girly chat whilst you go finish up that report?" She hinted widely to her husband, knowing anyway if she were around, they would not finish any report except possibly in a mutual examination, in which case the report would be a verbal one.
Standing with half of the strange new snack in his hand, Scott nodded mildly and headed upstairs, hoping that he hadn't forgotten the mission entirely. Jean scooted over and sat right by Ororo, a curious grin creeping over her face.
"So?"
"What?"
"You know."
"Oh."
"Uh huh, so, I repeat – So?"
"Jean, I really think this is a bad time, maybe I should just-"
"Sit down 'Ro. Spill. I am your best friend."
"Fine… Spill what?"
"We discussed this a moment ago."
"Oh yeah… Umm, well nothing to tell."
"Oh my god…" Jean suddenly gasped, a light shining in her eyes. "You love Logan!"
Ororo flushed and smiled secretively. "And if I happen to do so Mrs Summers?"
"Oh my god." Jean repeated and smiled widely. "Since when? How? Details!"
Sighing and settling more comfortably, Ororo knew there was no way out of this now, Jean was almost as stubborn as Scott, a bad trait she had acquired from him. "Well, I always felt, somewhat, attracted to him, but I thought it just a crush, as you had at one point. Then as time passed, the infatuation did not decrease, and I now deduce I must love him. As to how, it is as easy to explain as your love for Scott, Jean. Impossible."
Nodding, Jean sat in awe. She moved her hair so it fell in front of one shoulder so she could play with it. Thinking quietly, finally she broke the silence that followed Ororo's words. "Does he feel the same as you?"
"I am not sure, I believe possibly."
"Get together when me and Scott are away and I kill you Weather Witch."
"Get pregnant whilst you are away and I must torture you Marvel Girl."
"I'm gonna miss you for two whole weeks!"
"And I you, Jean, but you will be distracted, as will I, I am certain." Ororo winked at Jean openly, causing a burst of laughter from both women as they hugged each other.
---An hour or so later---
"Goodbye!"
"Have fun!"
"Miss you already!"
"Bring me a present! – OW!"
"Bobby, shut up… Bye guys!"
Jean and Scott waved to their friends as they got on board the mini jet the Professor was lending them. Sitting in the pilot and co-pilot seats, they held hands for a moment, before Scott started the engines and Jean set the auto pilot in case of emergencies.
Ready Slim?
So long as you're by my side, I'm ready for anything, Redd
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