Perchance To Dream | By : JadeLuna Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 2115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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*Disclaimer* Okay so as much I’d love to stake claim to these characters I can’t… they belong to Marvel and all it’s Marvelous wonders!
*Author note* This story does a lot of jumping around, and jumps from people’s perspectives, I apologize if anyone gets lost! Please please please review, I got next to nothing on ff.net, so I thought I’d try here… reviews only make it better!!!!!!! Postings should go up quick, I’m just re-vamping the story for aff.net…. so bear with me.
Perchance to Dream-
The day had been good, a picnic on the grounds with Scott, a warm sunny day with just a slight breeze that would brush and dance across your skin leaving you with goose bumps. And that’s when it happened. Suddenly everything started to go black, the clouds rolled in, the sky darkened, and that’s when she heard it, the startled scream of Scott. Suddenly she looked up to see him lying dead next to her, and her hands covered with his blood, and that’s when she realized what she had done. The knife was still in her hands, and the body of the man she loved was lying next to her…. "Oh god" she whispered to herself, and with that thought, she screamed.
Jean sat up suddenly in her bed with a start, a film of sweat covering her skin, she was breathing hard, and couldn’t remember anything about the dream, only her scream. It hadn’t been her voice that screamed, it came from her body, but it wasn’t her voice. She drew in a deep ragged breath and then it all came back to her, she could see in her mind what she had done, but still she wouldn’t believe it. Scott began to stir next to her, and after rolling over he noticed that she was awake.
"Jean? What is it?"
"I had another dream"
"Another one? About who this time?"
Not wanting to make him worry to much about her, she knew he’d had a lot on his mind dealing with all the details of the team she replied "a…about me this time…" knowing that he had no real way of knowing if she was lying, she passed it off as best she could. "I… I was falling into blackness". Scott sat up and placed gentle hands on her shoulders and pulled a strand of red hair from her cheek and gently laid her back down.
"It’s alright Jean, it was just a dream"
"I know, but they seem to be getting worse lately"
"Don’t worry about them now, just try to go back to sleep"
Sleep? She couldn’t sleep, not after what she saw in her dream, she loved Scott more than anything else, she couldn’t hurt him, and she would never be able to… kill… him. With the soft murmuring of Scott’s voice in her ear soothing her, she finally drifted back off into a nervous tense sleep.
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Logan tossed and turned in his bed, not seeming to be able to get comfortable, which was fairly normal for him. Just as he started to begin to drift off, he heard the floorboards in the hallway creak just outside Jean and Scott’s door; someone was awake and moving around. He stopped moving and listened as the footsteps neared his door, then stopped, and a moment later he heard his doorknob turn. As he heard the door open he took a deep silent breath and caught Jean’s scent on the air. He’d know her smell anywhere, and he knew that she’d just walked in his room, closed the door, and locked it. Listening in the darkness of his room, he heard her footsteps cross to his bed and then felt her lift the covers and slip under them. He held his breath as he felt her warm body curl up next to him and bury her face in his shoulder, but then noticed something, her cheeks were wet. That’s when he realized she’d been crying.
"Jeanie, what’s happened?" He said as he rolled over to face her. "And why are you in my bed?"
"I couldn’t tell Scott…" She trailed off as she felt the tears dampen her eyes once again.
"Couldn’t tell one-eye what?"
"I… I tried to kill him"
Logan narrowed his eyes, had she just said what he thought? Did Jean just confess to trying to murder Scott? Had she finally come to her senses and left him?
"Whoa… did you just say you tried to kill him?"
"Yes"
"How?"
Within the next moment, Logan knew something was wrong. Jean took a moment to pause before answering, and he could feel her muscles tense up. He heard her take in a deep breath, and that’s when it happened.
"Like this…" Jean replied just before her body twisted and she sprang up on top of him with something in her hand, as it caught the moonlight that pooled in from his window, he could see the large cutting knife in her hand. Just as she was bringing her hand down, blade aimed at his heart, his instincts of defense kicked in and as he reached up to push her away…
*Shink*
And then he heard the painful scream that emanated from Jean’s body. Time seemed to stop and he felt the moment drag out forever. When the realization of what had just occurred hit him, he retracted the claws and felt Jean’s body fall limply to the bed.
"No, oh god no… Jean?" Logan shook her body lightly.
"Jean…" He shook her body harder and still felt no response, and then his brain informed him of what he’d done. He’d killed her. With one more rough shake in a moment of desperation, he called to her one last time.
"JEANIE!" With that his hands left her body and he let out the loudest scream he could remember ever emitting.
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The light broke through the window with the first rays of dawn. Scott stirred in his bed and went to reach for Jean, but didn’t feel her. With a very drowsy feeling still having control of his body, he opened his eyes and looked around the room for her, not seeing her, he began to worry, she never woke up before him. Sitting up in bed, he decided she must have not been able to get back to sleep last night and went downstairs. It was early, but the school had quite a few patrons that didn’t sleep much, so he dressed and left his room to make his way downstairs.
The house seemed dead, no one was moving around, and even the floor seemed a bit quieter this morning. As he walked down the stairs, his feelings of uneasiness were wiped away with a sound of clanging dishes in the kitchen. As Scott walked in, he was greeted with a warm smile from Ororo as he sat down at the counter
"Good morning Scott"
"Morning Ro" he replied with a bit of weariness still in his voice.
"You seem tired once again, you are taking on too much" Ororo replied with an undertone of genuine care and concern for her friend.
"It’s not that… Jean’s having nightmares again" there was a definite sound of defeat and pure exhaustion in his words.
"I thought that the Professor worked with her on that? Did that not help?"
"I guess not…"
A moment of silence passed and finally Scott realized how empty the mansion felt. It was too quiet and still, normally there were people bustling everywhere in this place, enough to drive a person crazy, but today it seemed still and silent.
"Where is everyone?"
"Well, I am yet to see Jean or Rogue, I assume Remy is still upstairs, the Professor and Hank have taken most of the students out for a picnic lunch, and Logan has spent the last few hours in the Danger Room, and the rest have not woken yet, why do you ask?"
"I haven’t seen Jean this morning, and this place seems unusually still. But I had forgotten that the picnic was today, and what a day for it too. It’s beautiful out." Scott smiled at her with that comment, he knew that Ororo was responsible for that, that’s why they called her Storm, and she always seemed to give the best days for a picnic.
Ororo gave a soft smile and glance at Scott, as she picked up on his hinted tones of a compliment towards her. But the smile quickly faded as the sounds of elevated voices could be heard drifting down from upstairs. Remy and Rogue were fighting again, but this time, it sounded different. There were no sounds of Remy hitting the wall in a fit of anger from Rogue, and no small explosions as Remy lost his temper. They were just simply shouting at each other.
"Well I guess that answers where Rogue is…" Scott said with a sigh.
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