Plot... sorta like canon Power Surge, but rather than telekinetic outrage here when powers get out of control he and Cyclopes nearby get trapped in sort of mental dimension-prison. Conversation, then making out (which starts as Scotti`s attempt to calm him down and thus get free but turns into more), and maybe more. Cyclops is quite aggressive for a woman, while John is relatively shy and insecure Ok, so this pairing would be fine in genderswap AU, too (i.e. male Jean and female Scott), right? because I was thinking of this; more interesting twist Names are John and Scotti Sent in and dedicatedto ObeliskX

"C'mon, you can do this," are the last words she remembers saying, and the her name is the last thing she hears before John's psychic abilities erupted in a blinding flash of white.

Scotti's head felt heavy and there was a persistent ache in her back like she had been slammed up against a wall a few too many times, a feeling she was actually quite accustomed to. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, coughing slightly. Something felt wrong with her face and the eery quiet caused her ears to ring. Or… maybe her ears were ringing and creating the silence.

She heard someone groan somewhere behind her finished pushing herself into a sitting position. Scotti breathed a few time, looking around in the darkness. She brought her hands up to rub her face and realised why it felt wrong. Her glasses weren't on. She touched her eyes and flinched when she found out her eyes were actually open. Where could they possibly be that her optic blasts weren't activating?

The other person groaned again and flickers of white spread out in front of Scotti and she saw a glimpse of the other person. John, still in his track-and-field uniform. John groaned again, the white spreading out again. Scotti crawled over to him, hands reaching out to shake him, his name like cotton in her mouth. "John, please wake up."

John rolled over, green eyes flickering open for a moment, closing, and then opening again. "Scotti? Where are we?"

"I don't know," she answered, sitting back and running her hands through her hair, tugging at it slightly. John sat up after a moment, groaning. The white filled the room, almost blinding. Scotti marveled in the absence of colours, letting this moment not tainted in red set in. John looked so much different now that Scotti wasn't looking through the ruby glasses. "But wherever we are, it's connected to you, so please don't pass out again. It was all darkness when I woke up."

John looked around, a worried, confused expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" John turned to look at Scotti, as if he didn't understand the question. "Professor X said that your powers were multiplying far too rapidly for you to control," she explained. "We couldn't get to you, not without having Rogue absorb some of your powers. Then you communicated through him." Scott let out a shaky laugh, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. "We were making headway, or so I thought. Things were dying down and your voice was coming out of both of you and… but suddenly everything exploded in white again, but so much more powerful than the previous times. And then I woke up in here with you. I don't know where the others are," she admitted, biting her lip.

John looked around, a quizzical expression on his face. "I think… I think we're in my head," he said softly after a moment of silence.

Scotti laughed lightly, "A bit empty isn't it?"

John let out a laugh as well. "Yeah, I guess it is." He looked around some more before standing and beginning to walk away from Scotti. She scrambled to her feet and chased after John. She caught up and walked beside him, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"Prove it," she said after a moment.

"Huh?"

"Prove that this is your mind. If it's yours, you can control anything. Hell, you could probably control me, because if we are in your head, this isn't my physical body, just my psychological one. Right? That's why I don't have my glasses on. That's why I'm able to walk around and look at things without red tainting my vision like I'm dying in some video game." She stopped walking and grabbed John's elbow. "Prove it's your mind, maybe we can find a way out of here. Conjure up someone, make them say hi."

John furrowed his brow, but a few minutes later, the perky blonde girl that Scotti hated vehemently was appearing in wisps off to the side of them. Denise waved at them, her voice reaching Scotti's ears but more like it was already in her head. Just like she had appeared, wisps of her disappeared until there was nothing left but the echo of her voice. Scotti turned to John who was still staring at the spot where the girl had been. "I guess this really is your mind," Scotti breathed, harshness barely concealed. She turned on her heel and began to storm away.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know," she snapped, turning to the right, walking toward more never-ending blankness. "Away from you."

"In my own mind?" John caught up to her, grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to turn and face him. "What's your problem so suddenly?"

"You're my problem so suddenly," Scotti hissed. "You couldn't conjure up Rogue, because it's not like we weren't just talking about him. Or Professor X because I wasn't talking about her either! No, you conjure up Denise, of all goddamn people."

John looked confused and offended. "I just… what's your beef with her?" He asked the question so suddenly that Scotti was actually caught off guard.

"My problem with her, is that she's always flirting with you, John. And maybe I'm only saying this outloud because this is all in your head and later maybe I won't even remember being in here and you'll convince yourself it was something you wanted to hear or whatever, but I like you, John. Alright? I really, really, like you. And you flirt with me, run off with Denise. You go to Denise's party, ask me to come along, spend all the time with her. I'm getting mixed signals here, John. do you want me, or do you want me to want you?"

John stopped, his eyes widening. "Is that really what you think?"

"Yes, John, it is."

"Scotti, I like you," he said, stepping closer. "I honestly thought you knew that."

"Then why even give Denise the time of day?" Scotti didn't move away albeit she wasn't sure if she wanted to. Even if this was all in John's head, it was… happening to her. John didn't answer her, instead, he pulled her body closer to his and tilted her head up, kissing her.

Scotti wrapped her arms around John's shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Her stomach was fluttering and she wanted nothing more than to push John up against a wall and perhaps John had the same thought because suddenly Scotti was up against a wall. She wrapped her legs around John's waist, groaning into the kiss when John licked at her lips. She opened her mouth and let him in, let him devour her. She felt twitches of pleasure in her pants, ignoring the way her chest suddenly went tight and her devoid of air. They parted from their kiss and Scotti knew that John was looking into her head. She pushed the image of what she wanted to the front of her mind.

John's cheeks went pink and his eyes grew large. "Scotti-"

"Please, it's not like our real bodies will be affected." John bite at his bottom lip and Scotti suddenly really wanted to be the one doing that. She leaned forward, John's mouth opening in question. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and rolled it. The sound John made was godly to Scotti's ears. It only created more warmth between her legs. "Please, Johnnie," she said, voice low and so lazy with lust it was foreign to her own ears.

They lay in the bed that John had created in his head, their naked bodies next to each other under the plush comforter. Scotti was serenely heavy-limbed, a content buzz going through her veins. She rolled over, legs tingling still from the rush of nerves, and ran her fingers up John's bare chest. "Do you remember what I said to you before we ended up here?"

"Please, Johnnie?" John answered, raising an eyebrow but not taking his eyes off of the fingers spread across his pectorals.

Scotti laughed slightly, "no, Jonnie, not here in the bed. Here, in your head?"

John shook his head, finally looking up at Scott.

"I know you better than anyone ever has, or ever will, John," Scotti said quietly. "You told me you couldn't concentrate on my voice. And I said 'Don't tell me what you can't do, John. I know you better than anyone ever has, or ever will. C'mon, you can do this'. And then you said my name." She sat up. "And the room was exploding in the white light and now we're stuck here in your head. Do you know how to pull us out?"

John sat up as well, shaking his head slowly. "But it feels like I do, like there's an itch in the back of my mind that's telling me how to do it. I just have to search for it, but I don't know how to find it. There's so much space here, I don't even know where to start."

Scotti went to say something when the voice of the Professor ran through her ears. She perked up, "John, did you hear that?"

John shook his head, looking confused. "I didn't hear any-"

Scotti shushed him, listening as the Professor spoke again, her voice faint and in the back of Scotti's mind. "The Professor must be trying to get through to me back in the real world." She focused on what she was saying, concentrating. She relayed each word to John.

John was sitting on the bench outside of the library, staring at the water that shimmered through the break in the trees. Scotti had just finished thanking Rogue for his help. She was carrying a bouquet of roses and handed them to Jean, smiling. Her smile turned to a frown when she handed John the card that came with it. "From Denise," she said with a harsh scowl.

"Don't worry about her," John said. "You know me better than anyone ever has, or ever will," he said as he walked away.