Okay here, ladies and gents, let me give you a quick time line so that you won't get confused here. Chapter 1 takes places about seven months before this one. It's the girl (ha, I didn't give it away!) reflecting on how it felt to loose the only guy that she's ever loved. Chapter 2 takes place the day before this one...It's the guy (read previous) finally coming home. And you'll have to read this chapter to find out who it is...seeing as he's finally home.

Reviews:

Nettlez: Well my friend, you are about to find out who the mystery couple is! I'm updating it and i'm definatley going to continue beyond this, so that y'all can find out what happens once the dude settles back in. Hope you enjoy!

StrayPhoenix: Well, even though this story isn't quite the Jott you were hoping for, I'm on my way to writing one full out Jott just for you. You seem to be an expert so I'm afraid I'll probably need some pointers. Hope you enjoy this anyway! Keep reading...I'm thinking that I'll throw in a fluffy chapter of Jott just for you somewhere along the line. Plus, doncha wanna find out what happens when the X-guy comes home?

CrystalWish: This is infact the tell all chapter. Read and find out! Murarharharharharhahrarhar!

Beautiful Disaster: Part 1

He drowns in his dreams.

She jolted up in bed. Once again, she had a nightmare. It told her his fate, the painful ending that he must have faced. But she couldn't have been right about that. It wasn't a way that he would have let himself die. In her mind, he went without a fight. An uncharacteristic thing for him to do.

She wished that her mind wasn't so vivid, so able to cook up these nightmares. Everything about it seemed real, the plane crashing down into the large lake, the windows shattering on impact, and the screams of the passengers on board. She always woke up with the feeling of water lodging itself in her lungs.

But he was always the happier one. He would have told her to get over him. And she had. Until that night. Months ago she had walked in on a younger boy playing their song. 'My Immortal,' she remembered the notes so well. She carried the melody with her to the shower.

An exquisite extreme, I know

Months ago she would have started wallowing in her own misery, but she had long decided to stop feeling sorry for herself. She was surprised that she could push herself that far, that headlong into recovery. She remembered that day, when a piano rooted its melody into her heart, when she vowed that she would never move on. She realized how pointless it was. How stupid she could have been to think that wading in lost love would bring him back. But she'd pushed for recovery. Pushed for a get away.

She was thankful that she found it.

He's as damned as he seems.

While it was true that she had long ago hoped that he had been damned to whatever hell there was for doing what he did, she realized that he would have enough to deal with there without her willing more upon him. She remembered herself screaming in the danger room, damning everyone and everything to Hell.

She still occasionally thought of him as a jerk, a stupid asshole who wanted nothing more than to hurt her, someone who was to be regarded as the most dangerous man on Earth for being that inconsiderate to everyone around him. But that was only on days when she was in a horrible mood.

And more Heaven than a heart could hold.

Normally, she could think of the good times that they had shared. The happiness that he gave her all those years ago. It felt like an eternity that she had gone without seeing him. And eternity was the time that she would spend wishing she could.

And if I try to save him, my whole world would cave in.

One of her fool hearty plans for a rescue mission flashed through her head as she scrubbed the natural grease out of her hair. She realized long ago that she couldn't stand to put herself through that sort of thing.

"It just ain't right. I just ain't right." She remembered crying out to her friends.

But she had shaken herself out of the horrible despair long ago...almost half a year. Just after his two year anniversary. And she had never been as comforted as she was then.

Oh and I don't know.

She had analyzed their time together thoroughly. She still often wondered what had ever drawn them together in the first place. At a glance, they were exact opposites. He was the idol, she was the forgotten one. He was everything she wasn't. Yet they had still gravitated towards each other. Was it possible that opposites could attract?

I don't know what he's after.

She had often wondered if it was at all possible. She had thought about what he could possibly want from her, perhaps something that she could never give him. After her old life had left her scared, both mentally and physically, she vowed never to love again. But he had gotten under her skin. She sometimes wondered if there was an alternate motive behind it.

But he's so beautiful; He's such a beautiful disaster.

He was everything that she had ever wanted though. No matter what reason he had for being with her. He was her sanity within the walls of Xavier's, her rock. He was the one thing that kept her fighting, even though he was a train wreck in himself.

And if I could hold on. Through the tears and the laughter.

She thought to herself often in her grieving time what she could have done to change his mind to go. Maybe if she begged and pleaded. If she'd told him about her gut feelings. But instead she just sat there like a duck. Trusting him to come home.

Would it be beautiful or just a beautiful disaster?

What if he hadn't gone? How would her life have been different? She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the bags under her once bright eyes. Could she have had a life with him? Would she still be in love with him today?

She quickly dried her hair, pulling it back into a sloppy ponytail. Who was she trying to impress anymore? Every one in the house knew her, everyone knew what she'd been through, knew that pain that she still held buried in her heart. They often told her of the pain that they could see, plainly written on her face. But she'd made it to a point where she could mask the pain, and go through the day, numb.

He's magic and myth.

She had realized long ago that every thing that he had ever told her was an illusion. A figment of both their imaginations, pretend love.

It was much to fast, to intense to be love. She could look at Jean and Scott and see the way that they were. How happy and content they had become with their lives together. They had taken it so slow. They had the perfect example of true love.

But they had fallen so fast, they'd moved like lighting. But then...then she didn't know who she really was. She didn't have the same control that she had now.

He's strong that's what I believe.

It was wrong. The way that they had loved each other. The way that he was willing to die for her. It had to have been wrong. He was willing to throw himself into the line of fire for her sake, merely days after they had met. How could that have been right?

A tragedy with, more damage than a soul should see.

He was that. A tragedy waiting to happen. He'd broken countless hearts before hers and he was probably doing it still...If he was still alive. She didn't want to think about the hell that he had to have seen if he was still on the Earth with her. With them all.

She'd been so selfish to try and claiming him, his loss, all to herself. He had friends there. He had relationships with others within the house, besides her. She had almost missed Logan and Ororo's wedding because of missing him.

But, now reflecting on it, she realized how happy she was to have dragged herself out of bed that day. She had seen the happiness that lay within both of their eyes. She'd been a fan of their relationship since Logan had first asked the weather witch out to a dinner. She smiled at the memory.

But do I try and change him?

What would she have done? What could they have done together? Would they have been the next in line for the alter? Or would they realize that they were only pretending, after wanting each other for so long. Could they have come to that conclusion?

She walked downstairs, hoping to be able to catch breakfast. Even though she'd graduated Bayville High School years ago, she still liked to get up with the rush. Make a fresh start to her day.

She regretted ever slipping back into her rut. She was thinkin about him more than she should. More than she wanted to.

So hard not to blame him.

She wanted more than anything to push all of her guilt upon his phantom shoulders, but she knew that it was ridiculous to be mad at him for...For what? Not caring enough to stay? Not being careful enough to come back to her? Not loving her anymore?

How could she? There was nothing that she could do about it.

She walked down the long staircase that was placed to the side of a main entrance. A large crowd had gathered, looking as though they were about to knock a wall out with their force. She didn't need to push through them; her higher view told her who it was that was standing in the middle of it all.

She froze instantly, recognizing his familiar style of clothing.

It had to be a hallucination. A relapse in her twisted mind. This time she saw all of the older students and graduates that had stayed circled around him, shouting greetings and giving hugs. But...

She could feel his eyes gazing at her. His eyes that she had longed to look at for so long. It...couldn't be real. It was another dream. She felt tears sting her eyes, her chest tighten with the emotions that were welling up within her. Happiness, anger, hate, passion, angst, sadness, but overlying all of it...was love. She let a tear fall as he push passed the crowd and stood before her.

His voice surrounded her ears. He was really there. Her mind could never properly recreate the sound of his voice filling her head the way it did.

"Bonjour, mon amour."

GASP! yes, my friends this is infact yet another Romy. Like y'all weren't thinking it! However, there will be other couples that will have chapters devoted to them. This is probably going to be the song-fic that never ends. be sure to see how this not so fluffy Romy will turn out in the next chapter! Beautiful Disaster; Part 2! Love y'all! keep reviewing and tellin me what you wanna see in the next few chapters...sorry to let y'all down in you were hoping for something different. Tell Marie how she can make it better! Talk to ya soon!

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