Love and Memories Part One

Summary: Jean gets away from the mansion.

Jean canceled a trip to Florida with her parents to see her sister. Instead she opted to house sit and relished in the idea of getting away from everything for a week in the nice quiet solitude of her parent's house. She was packing a few things in her room when Logan knocked at the doorway.

"Hey, how'd the mission go?" Jean asked.

"It went well."

"Ready for Florida?"

"Not really, I'm not going to Florida anymore. I just need to get away and spend and relax a lil."

"Don't we all.. I suppose this has nothing to do with what Storm told me about Scott in the Danger Room…"

"..."

"She also told me you treated him."

"Yeah.. I did." She said plainly, as she continued to pack.

"Something happened?"

"I don't have to look at you to see that 'I told you' look you have."

"I guess something did happen." Logan said, trying to sound surprised.

"You were right okay, it seems everyone wants to be right these days."

"What?" Logan asked confused.

"Nothing.. but yes you were right. He is definitely not the 'boyscout' you so described him to be." Jean said with a hint of anger. "He's a changed man… look I don't .. I don't want to talk about."

"Okay fair enough… so if you're not going to Florida, where are you going?"

"I'm just going to stay at my parents place."

"Do you want company?"

Jean shot him a look.

"A guy can try can't he?"

"You're sweet Logan… but nothings change, at least between you and me.. I can't give you what you I'm sorry Logan."

"It was worth a shot, you know."

Jean smiled. "Thanks Logan for stopping by."

Jean finished packing her things and headed for home.

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Jean enjoyed a quiet dinner in front of the television. She felt like a kid again and half expected to see her mother coming down the stairs and nagging her for eating in the living room. The thought made her smile. This was exactly what she needed, away from the students, the mansion, saving the world, and most importantly, Scott Summers. Her quiet evening was disrupted when she heard the noises of a motorcycle on her driveway. She went to the door to see who it was, thinking it was Logan. She was ready to call out his name when she opened the door, but she was shocked to see that it wasn't Logan. It was Scott. She stood at the door and just looked at him.

"Can I come in?" he asked in a frank manner.

She was confused and not quite sure what to do. On one hand she just wanted to kick him out, but she was also curious by his sudden appearance. She turned around and walked towards the living room, leaving the door open. Her back faced to Scott, she heard him walk inside.

"Okay Scott.. if that's even what you want to be called now.. what're you doing here?"

Scott reached out his hand and grabbed Jean by the wrist, turning her towards him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She yelled.

But Scott just stared at her with a sinister and mischievous look. Now she was getting worried. "Well.. answer.." but before she could finish her sentence, Scott leaned forward and gave her a deep and passionate kissed. He pushed her up against the wall. The impact almost knocked over a couple of pictures that was hanging up against the wall.

The impact hurt a little and Jean was now more confused. She managed to push him back. "What're you doing." But Scott didn't listen and only went in to kiss her again, this time he let his hands roam through her body. He groped her breasts and ran his hands along her side, and practically smacked her rear. She tried pushing him off with her hands, but he was much stronger. She managed to pull her lips away from his as she called out his name to stop. He whispered ever so slightly in her ear,

"If you want me to stop, you can."

And then he continued to kiss the side of her face and down through her neck. She knew what Scott meant. With a thought she could push Scott away from her, suspend him in mid air, anything but the question was, would she do it? She wanted to, she was still mad at him, and had absolutely no clue for his about face. But yet she couldn't resist the feel of Scott's body so close to hers and his lips on her body. His hands continued to roam as he started ripping off the buttons on her shirt.

He broke away from the kiss and looked directly at her while his hands unclasped the back of her bar. Behind the shades, she saw nothing but her own reflection but she knew his eyes were there. He leaned in again and gave her another long deep kiss, to which she no longer resisted. He carried her in his strong arms, not wanting to break off their kiss, as he led her to her room. He let her fall to the bed as he made a quick dash to undo her Jeans. Once free of her clothing, Scott, with great speed, stripped down to join her.

A voice in Jean's head told her that there was still time to stop all this and listen to reason. But she ignored it, her body did the talking and after more than two years of silence, it wanted to be heard. No matter the repercussions, she had this moment and it was whatever she wanted it to be. For one night and if only for one night, she had him or at least pretend that she had. In that moment she lost herself in the illusion that this was her Scott Summers, not the man who was so mean and malicious towards her the other night. She threw caution in the wind and let Scott ravage her. Scott remained relentless and by the third time, all of Jean's energy was spent and she was ready to pass out. Scott eventually stopped. Satisfied with his work, he wrapped himself around Jean, who by now was already asleep out in his arms.

The next morning, Jean woke up in a haze. Her body ached, but the pleasure from last night was still with her and she didn't mind it so much. It took her a moment to register everything. It hit her all at once. Fully awake now, she looked around her room to see her clothes strewed across the floor. Her room was a mess, but most importantly, she was the only one in it.

For a moment, she considered the whole thing a dream, but it wasn't. The feeling of pleasure she had when she woke up was now quickly replaced with something else. Jean felt cheap and used. She pushed the sheets up to cover her bare body. Had Scott come here just for a one night stand? To be tossed aside like a piece of unwanted meat. Jean had seen these sorts of things happen on TV and in the movies. Not once did she ever think it could happen to her. Anger was building up inside her again but more than that, it was heartbreak and disappointment in herself. She was on the verge of tears, when the door swung open and Scott entered, carrying with him two cups of coffee.

Author's Note: I wanted to end it here but, I don't want to be that cruel.

Her face almost turned red as she saw that he was still naked. He handed her the cup and sat down near her at the edge of the bed. Unsure of what to do, she took the coffee and she watched him finish it. She took a sip of hers and placed it on the nightstand, next to where Scott had placed his. They both remained quiet as an awkward silence filled the air.

"Morning" she said softly.

"Morning." He responded, not looking at her.

"..So Scott.. what.. what happened?" She said softly.

"I think you know what happened." Scott said.

"I MEAN.. what happened? What're you doing here?"

"I don't know.."

"You came here and practically raped me and you don't know."

"Rape would imply a forceful and unwanted sexual act… I was definitely forceful but definitely not unwanted."

"You're avoiding the issue.. the last time I saw you, you wanted to rip my head off and now you're tearing my clothes apart .. something's not adding up here Scott and you need to tell me.. please.." She pleaded.

"So it unwanted?"

"Scott!"

"Would you have rather spent the night alone?"

"No, I'm .. I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad you did, too.. several times if I'm not mistaken." Scott said with an evil grin on his face.

A mixture of growing anger, annoyance, as well as embarrassment filled her face.

"Scott.." She said in frustration. "Why'd you come here? And no, I don't mean it in a sexual way." She added in an almost desperate tone.

"It's what I just said, I honestly don't know. It's as simple as that Jean. Take it or leave it."

It wasn't quite the answer she was hoping for but she knew how hard Scott was when it came to opening up to people, including her. They came this far, she wasn't going to give up now.

"Alright fine.. so now what? Are you going to take off?"

"No." he said bluntly.

Somehow that made Jean feel better. She realized by now that Scott wasn't going to budge. The fact that he wasn't going to leave gave Jean hope. And for her, that's all she needed.

"I woke up here and I thought you left… I'm .. I'm glad you stayed."

Scott looked at her intently. She could almost make out a little smile that he was trying to mask. He just looked so handsome, the pictures she had of him didn't compare to the real thing and her ill feelings towards Scott started to disappear. She wished that she saw his face when she woke up. She wished that every morning she could wake up next to him. She hoped, wished, prayed for it .. so badly that being this close to it now was almost torture for her. She thought back to when he asked her to marry him. She was so stupid to say no. She wanted Scott to ask her again. The idea was silly. For all she knew, Scott was right. Maybe Jean was just holding on to the memory of him. The future was still uncertain for the two of them. Would Scott ever open up to her? Maybe one day she would just flat out say to him "Marry me?" Jean was lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear what Scott had just said.

"What.. I'm sorry." Jean said snapping back to reality.

"I said .. didn't I ask you that before."

"What're you talking about?"

"You ask a guy to marry you and you suddenly develop amnesia."

"I never said anything.." Jean said in shock. "Wait, how did you… did you .. did you just read my mind."

"Unless I developed some sort of new power.. I believe it was you who sent me the message to my head."

Jean felt embarrassed that she had so carelessly and unwillingly projected her thoughts onto Scott. "Scott.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean .. I'm…" Jean was stumbling with her words.

Scott gave a little laugh and got up and started putting on his clothes. "Come on, get up, we're going to go for a ride."

"Where.. where are we going?"

"I don't know, anywhere." Scott answered back.

Jean was glad that he didn't want to go into detail with her thoughts. She was curious as to where they were going to go, but by now she figured it was just best to just wait and see. Jean held on for dear life as the both of them sped away on Scott's motorcycle. They didn't say anything while they road, but Jean just enjoyed the feeling of having her arms warped around Scott and to have her head resting against his back. They crossed the New York / Connecticut border a short time later and soon arrived Foxwood's Casino.

"Scott what are we doing here? Gambling?"

"You can say that.. wait here." Scott took off and Jean waited outside.

She wondered what he was up to but she was just happy to be with him. She still wasn't sure where things stood with Scott, but at least he wasn't pushing her aside. Perhaps the real Scott Summers was still out there, Jean thought. Scott came by a short time later. He took her hand and led her inside the grand casino resort. They made their way through the ornate decorations, wide corridors, and casino floors. They stopped in front of the wedding chapel.

Jean immediately froze. "Scott, what the hell is going on?"

"You have to sign this first." Scott said, ignoring her question.

From his back pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and offered it to Jean. It was a marriage license, where Scott had already filled in all the fields. Jean held the pen in her hand and she felt totally lost.

"I just need your signature…Come on already, I had to pay the cashier extra to have this rushed, this place isn't exactly Vegas you know." Somehow, she signed it and Scott took it back from her.

A women from the front called out .. "Scott Michael Summers… and Jean Elizabeth Grey."

"Ok good, we're up. Let's go."

Jean didn't know how she made it up to the alter but she did. As soon as she stood in front of the wedding chapel, she felt as she had been thrown in a dream. Everything was happening so fast. The next thing she knew, they were exchanging gold rings that Scott had purchased at nearby jewelry store. When it was time for the "I Do's," Jean stood there in silence and Scott waited for her response. She was coming back to reality and realized the magnitude of the situation going on around her. There were so many doubts in her head, Sure they slept with each other last night, but what if that was just that. Scott was still not himself, after 2 years of captivity, could he ever be? He let his rage out on her and his actions were unpredictable. She thought that maybe he was a totally different man, or what she simply in love with the memory of Scott Summers. She was so confused, so unsure. She looked up at Scott. He looked so calm, so confident, and very handsome. He looked at her very intently and in that moment she could almost see him with out the glasses on and the blue eyes that were hidden behind the red shades. She took a deep breathe.

"I do." She said.

Love me faster than the devil

Run me straight into the ground

Drowning deep inside your water

Drown in love and memories

Maybe I am a crowded mind

I watch your eyes glaze over

Stare down at the floor

You were amazing to me

I was amazing to you

But here we go again

Didn't you

Love me faster than the devil

Run me straight into the ground

Drowning deep inside your water

Drowning deep inside your sound

- O.A.R. (Of A Revolution)

To Be Continued . . .

Author's Note: Thank you to the bands "The Fray" and "O.A.R." for being the catalyst I needed to get my butt going on these past chapters. Expect another chapter very shortly.