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After she had slid the ring onto Jean’s finger, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything but look deep into the other woman’s eyes. She leaned into the short but much appreciated kiss, her lips curling into a small smile even before they pulled apart. She let the older woman take her hands and she helped her pull the two of them up by using her legs to push upwards. It was then that she noticed there were a few people that had stopped to watch them, some with smiles and others with disgust. She didn’t acknowledge them though, instead she smiled at her fiancé and squeezed her hand tightly as the older of the two led them out of the building and back out into the snow. Since she had last been out her, her entire mood and mindset had changed completely. No longer was she nervous, no longer insecure. Though the excitement stayed, she was now extremely happy and full of other emotions that she didn’t even know existed. The feeling was amazing, and again she momentarily questioned why she hadn’t done it sooner. She maneuvered Jean’s arm over her shoulders, holding onto the redhead’s hand just over Kristen’s left breast. She let her free hand slip around the twenty-two year old’s waist, pulling them closer together so that they were carefully walking over the icy concrete hip to hip. She didn’t particularly care that others were probably looking at them, especially since Jean didn’t seem to mind either. It was a tiny bit surprising, seeing as how this was where people knew the older woman best. She wasn’t saying that she expected the redhead to hide it, because honestly if she was, Kristen wouldn’t be too happy with her. But she hadn’t really expected her fellow mutant to allow that much contact around such close minded people.
She didn’t pay as much attention to not slipping and sliding this time, which was surprising considering the problems she had had when she was walking to the building. And if it wasn’t for the fear of falling down, she probably would have taken her fiancé up into her arms and carried her all the way back to her car. Not that she would have a problem carrying the other woman; she’d done it before with no problem. She just didn’t want to accidentally fall and end up hurting Jean in the process. So deciding against that idea, she blew a few of her straightened bangs out of her face and directed Jean in the direction of where she’d parked her vehicle. As they walked, she smiled at the telepath, finding it difficult to take her eyes away from her. Kristen was beaming and she couldn’t help it. She was still on that high from finally being engaged to the love of her life, a high that she probably wouldn’t come down from for a while. It was just like when they’d first gotten together, when she couldn’t stop smiling or thinking about the beautiful woman walking at her side. The only difference was that then they had had to hide it, but now they didn’t. They were displaying it for the people of Washington D.C to see.
When they got to her vehicle, Kristen quickly opened the door for Jean before she could do it for herself. She smiled, waving her hands in the direction of the seat and helping her fiancé into the vehicle. She shut the door and carefully made her way to the driver’s sad. She got in, started up the car, and backed out of the parking lot in which she had left her car in while she was in the government building. She pulled back out on the road, setting them en route back to New York. Well actually, their true destination wouldn’t be their home, or even the mansion. She had another idea that she didn’t want to put off any longer. She had some things to say that she didn’t want to put off any longer, especially now that they were engaged to be married. But started the trip back home, she remembered something that Jean may or may not have forgotten, and was quick to clear things up before the redhead questioned anything.
”Don’t worry about the jet,” she said, reaching her hand over and placing it on Jean’s thigh, squeezing it gently, ”Xavier and I have that covered.”
She had failed to mention that the old man knew about what she was going to do. It was why he had refused Jean’s requests for Kristen to join her on her trip. He knew everything; she had ran it all passed him. And funnily enough, even after Cyclops had asked Jean’s real father for her hand in marriage…in a way, she’d also asked Xavier, too. It would have felt weird if she hadn’t. Which, it was still somewhat weird, seeing as how she saw the professor as a father figure, too. She knew she wasn’t as high on Charles’ priority list as Jean, and obviously she’d never held that against the redhead or the old man. Either way, she still felt like he was her dad, especially since he was the only adult to truly accept her for everything that she was.
The drive seemed shorter this time, which in part was because it actually was slightly shorter; her altered destination called for route that was thankfully not as far away as their house or the mansion was. Though, she’d managed to keep it entertaining by turning on the radio, plugging in Jean’s iPod that she’d left in the glove box and singing along to some of the songs horribly and out of tune, and even worse was her attempts at singing the songs which she only knew five or six words of. But at least she was amusing Jean, even if she was violating her ear drums. She hadn’t had that much fun in the car like that since she had just gotten her license and she and Jean took a short road trip together. She’d been having so much fun, in fact, that she almost forgot to take the turn that would lead her to her destination. But luckily she caught it just in time and then they were driving up the winding roads that led to the lake that had served as the location for the better part of their first date: Alkali Lake.
She pulled the car up on the pebbly, makeshift parking lot. She put it in park, turned it off, and then got out of the vehicle. She went around and opened the door on Jean’s side. She put her hand on her lover’s knee and twisted her around so that her feet were dangly over the rocks underneath the car. Kristen poked up her index finger, telling her to wait. She opened the back door and pulled out a pair of more…comfortable shoes to walk through the rocks in, though they were still dressy and went perfectly with Jean’s sexy, professional attire. She closed the door and then crouched down in front of the woman of her dreams and removed her heels, gently replacing them with the other shoes before she pulled her out of the car. She led her around the lake to a large rock. Years ago it had been surrounded by water, she had pinned Jean to it and kissed her against it, but now the effects of the weather had made that rock part of the pebbly shoreline and so they didn’t have to get in the water, thankfully. She led her over to the large slab of stone and then twirled them around, pressing Jean’s back against the cold, solid rock and she leaned her body against that of the redhead, her hands going straight to the other woman’s skirt-clad waist. She smiled at her for a quick moment before claiming her thin lips in a kiss just like she’d trapped her telepath in on their first date against that very land structure. She moved her head in what she remembered as the way she had done back then, deepening the kiss and making it rougher as she felt needed. Her tongue slowly emerged from its primary home, sliding ever so gently over the lighter-haired woman’s bottom lip and penetrated through Jean’s still-closed lips before she had permission to enter. She’d stopped waiting for permission years ago, finding it much more effective to take what she wanted instead of always waiting for Jean to give the go-ahead. She held onto her waist tighter, pulling her closer but never letting her back leave the surface of the rock as she smiled into the kiss.
She didn’t pay as much attention to not slipping and sliding this time, which was surprising considering the problems she had had when she was walking to the building. And if it wasn’t for the fear of falling down, she probably would have taken her fiancé up into her arms and carried her all the way back to her car. Not that she would have a problem carrying the other woman; she’d done it before with no problem. She just didn’t want to accidentally fall and end up hurting Jean in the process. So deciding against that idea, she blew a few of her straightened bangs out of her face and directed Jean in the direction of where she’d parked her vehicle. As they walked, she smiled at the telepath, finding it difficult to take her eyes away from her. Kristen was beaming and she couldn’t help it. She was still on that high from finally being engaged to the love of her life, a high that she probably wouldn’t come down from for a while. It was just like when they’d first gotten together, when she couldn’t stop smiling or thinking about the beautiful woman walking at her side. The only difference was that then they had had to hide it, but now they didn’t. They were displaying it for the people of Washington D.C to see.
When they got to her vehicle, Kristen quickly opened the door for Jean before she could do it for herself. She smiled, waving her hands in the direction of the seat and helping her fiancé into the vehicle. She shut the door and carefully made her way to the driver’s sad. She got in, started up the car, and backed out of the parking lot in which she had left her car in while she was in the government building. She pulled back out on the road, setting them en route back to New York. Well actually, their true destination wouldn’t be their home, or even the mansion. She had another idea that she didn’t want to put off any longer. She had some things to say that she didn’t want to put off any longer, especially now that they were engaged to be married. But started the trip back home, she remembered something that Jean may or may not have forgotten, and was quick to clear things up before the redhead questioned anything.
”Don’t worry about the jet,” she said, reaching her hand over and placing it on Jean’s thigh, squeezing it gently, ”Xavier and I have that covered.”
She had failed to mention that the old man knew about what she was going to do. It was why he had refused Jean’s requests for Kristen to join her on her trip. He knew everything; she had ran it all passed him. And funnily enough, even after Cyclops had asked Jean’s real father for her hand in marriage…in a way, she’d also asked Xavier, too. It would have felt weird if she hadn’t. Which, it was still somewhat weird, seeing as how she saw the professor as a father figure, too. She knew she wasn’t as high on Charles’ priority list as Jean, and obviously she’d never held that against the redhead or the old man. Either way, she still felt like he was her dad, especially since he was the only adult to truly accept her for everything that she was.
The drive seemed shorter this time, which in part was because it actually was slightly shorter; her altered destination called for route that was thankfully not as far away as their house or the mansion was. Though, she’d managed to keep it entertaining by turning on the radio, plugging in Jean’s iPod that she’d left in the glove box and singing along to some of the songs horribly and out of tune, and even worse was her attempts at singing the songs which she only knew five or six words of. But at least she was amusing Jean, even if she was violating her ear drums. She hadn’t had that much fun in the car like that since she had just gotten her license and she and Jean took a short road trip together. She’d been having so much fun, in fact, that she almost forgot to take the turn that would lead her to her destination. But luckily she caught it just in time and then they were driving up the winding roads that led to the lake that had served as the location for the better part of their first date: Alkali Lake.
She pulled the car up on the pebbly, makeshift parking lot. She put it in park, turned it off, and then got out of the vehicle. She went around and opened the door on Jean’s side. She put her hand on her lover’s knee and twisted her around so that her feet were dangly over the rocks underneath the car. Kristen poked up her index finger, telling her to wait. She opened the back door and pulled out a pair of more…comfortable shoes to walk through the rocks in, though they were still dressy and went perfectly with Jean’s sexy, professional attire. She closed the door and then crouched down in front of the woman of her dreams and removed her heels, gently replacing them with the other shoes before she pulled her out of the car. She led her around the lake to a large rock. Years ago it had been surrounded by water, she had pinned Jean to it and kissed her against it, but now the effects of the weather had made that rock part of the pebbly shoreline and so they didn’t have to get in the water, thankfully. She led her over to the large slab of stone and then twirled them around, pressing Jean’s back against the cold, solid rock and she leaned her body against that of the redhead, her hands going straight to the other woman’s skirt-clad waist. She smiled at her for a quick moment before claiming her thin lips in a kiss just like she’d trapped her telepath in on their first date against that very land structure. She moved her head in what she remembered as the way she had done back then, deepening the kiss and making it rougher as she felt needed. Her tongue slowly emerged from its primary home, sliding ever so gently over the lighter-haired woman’s bottom lip and penetrated through Jean’s still-closed lips before she had permission to enter. She’d stopped waiting for permission years ago, finding it much more effective to take what she wanted instead of always waiting for Jean to give the go-ahead. She held onto her waist tighter, pulling her closer but never letting her back leave the surface of the rock as she smiled into the kiss.
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It wasn’t that Kristen had thought that Jean had forgotten about the drawing, as she was sure neither of them ever would, she just hadn’t expected the redhead to lower them to it right after the make out session. She was hoping she would be the one to point it out and draw attention away from the horrid stick figures her teenage self had so proudly carved into it. She had to wonder though, what the hell was she thinking? The ponytail was all messed up, and the “sunglasses” only made the non-artist representation of her look possessed, it didn’t look like sunglasses at all. She let out a laugh with Jean then, grinning and shaking her head at the years-old rock drawing. Terrible or not, it had been one of her many things she’d done over the years and was the first in a series of bad drawings…though none of the other ones were as permanent as this one. In fact, the others were probably in some landfill somewhere after being tossed in the trash. That didn’t bother her, though, because the ones that did count were kept somewhere, probably still packed at their house, "I knew you were lying when you said it was beautiful!"
Kristen tugged at Jean’s waist with her arm and smiled, tilting her head and kissing her fiancé’s cheek. She stood up, using her hold on her wife-to-be to lift her up to her feet as well.
”Come here,” she said softly, smiling, ”I want to talk to you about something. Somethings, actually.”
Cyclops led her around the large boulder she’d violated six years ago and took her to a flat, low-lying rock that was more than big enough to allow both of them to sit on it. She lowered the other mutant down onto it first before she bent her leg and sat down, the bent one on the rock while her other leg’s foot was pressed firmly against the ground. The sitting position allowed her to comfortably face the redhead as she took her hands into her own and smiled at her. She took the time to admire the beautiful telepath before her, as she was sometimes known to do, her lips turning into a wider smile as she thought of just how lucky she was to be engaged this woman. She pulled the right corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing ever-so-slightly as her gaze dropped to the rock then, her head tilting downwards. Unfortunately, the reason she had so much to say was entirely her own fault. She’d left it alone for so many years, when she’d had all the time in the world to tell her before now. She wasn’t known for keeping things for Jean. In all honestly, she didn’t, except for these few things. It made her disappointed in herself, if she was being completely honest with herself. She let a breath out through her nose, keeping her mouth closed as she looked up at Jean again.
”I was going to tell you the night we moved in, but, I got distracted,” she reminded with a small grin, ”I believe you know why.”
Her smile turned into a frown then as she gnawed on the inside left corner of her bottom lip, squeezing her lover’s hands a little tighter as her eyes fell back to the rock. Where to begin? Her foster families? Her injury? Her loss of control? Her guilt? The good news amidst all the bad stuff she had to tell? No. She would be wiser to save the good news for last. With an inward sigh she decided she’d just go in that order. It would make more since that way, or so she thought. So she lifted her gaze back up to Jean, the frown still on her full lips as she finally started talking.
”I’ve had some stuff that I didn’t…really tell you, or didn’t bother to correct. I should have, and I don’t know why I didn’t, but…now is the time to tell you,” her voice was quiet, her hands’ grip tightening more on Jean’s, ”Like, for one, my foster family. I didn’t just have one.”
She drew her other leg up from the ground and pulled it up onto the rock, sitting cross-legged in front of her fiancé. She took a deep breath and then, ”I had three. The first one died when I was…about three or four, I don’t really remember; it was a car accident. The second one…they were abusive. My third family is the one that I stayed with the longest, the one I told you about. But…before we moved here, my second family kidnapped me. I don’t remember anything that happened when they did, but I do know that when my other family got me back I was in a coma for a while. They said I had minor brain damage, but they obviously didn’t realize that part of my brain controlled…you know, these,”
She briefly motioned to her eyes and then broke a small smile, but it was gone again just as quickly as it had come, ”But then that finally went to jail, and I was safe again but my third family didn’t really…they didn’t want to take chances. So we moved away, to New York.”
Kristen once again looked down for a moment, finding a nice, interesting little chip off the rock to stare at for a few seconds before she looked back up at the love of her life, ”So…now you know about that.
Kristen tugged at Jean’s waist with her arm and smiled, tilting her head and kissing her fiancé’s cheek. She stood up, using her hold on her wife-to-be to lift her up to her feet as well.
”Come here,” she said softly, smiling, ”I want to talk to you about something. Somethings, actually.”
Cyclops led her around the large boulder she’d violated six years ago and took her to a flat, low-lying rock that was more than big enough to allow both of them to sit on it. She lowered the other mutant down onto it first before she bent her leg and sat down, the bent one on the rock while her other leg’s foot was pressed firmly against the ground. The sitting position allowed her to comfortably face the redhead as she took her hands into her own and smiled at her. She took the time to admire the beautiful telepath before her, as she was sometimes known to do, her lips turning into a wider smile as she thought of just how lucky she was to be engaged this woman. She pulled the right corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing ever-so-slightly as her gaze dropped to the rock then, her head tilting downwards. Unfortunately, the reason she had so much to say was entirely her own fault. She’d left it alone for so many years, when she’d had all the time in the world to tell her before now. She wasn’t known for keeping things for Jean. In all honestly, she didn’t, except for these few things. It made her disappointed in herself, if she was being completely honest with herself. She let a breath out through her nose, keeping her mouth closed as she looked up at Jean again.
”I was going to tell you the night we moved in, but, I got distracted,” she reminded with a small grin, ”I believe you know why.”
Her smile turned into a frown then as she gnawed on the inside left corner of her bottom lip, squeezing her lover’s hands a little tighter as her eyes fell back to the rock. Where to begin? Her foster families? Her injury? Her loss of control? Her guilt? The good news amidst all the bad stuff she had to tell? No. She would be wiser to save the good news for last. With an inward sigh she decided she’d just go in that order. It would make more since that way, or so she thought. So she lifted her gaze back up to Jean, the frown still on her full lips as she finally started talking.
”I’ve had some stuff that I didn’t…really tell you, or didn’t bother to correct. I should have, and I don’t know why I didn’t, but…now is the time to tell you,” her voice was quiet, her hands’ grip tightening more on Jean’s, ”Like, for one, my foster family. I didn’t just have one.”
She drew her other leg up from the ground and pulled it up onto the rock, sitting cross-legged in front of her fiancé. She took a deep breath and then, ”I had three. The first one died when I was…about three or four, I don’t really remember; it was a car accident. The second one…they were abusive. My third family is the one that I stayed with the longest, the one I told you about. But…before we moved here, my second family kidnapped me. I don’t remember anything that happened when they did, but I do know that when my other family got me back I was in a coma for a while. They said I had minor brain damage, but they obviously didn’t realize that part of my brain controlled…you know, these,”
She briefly motioned to her eyes and then broke a small smile, but it was gone again just as quickly as it had come, ”But then that finally went to jail, and I was safe again but my third family didn’t really…they didn’t want to take chances. So we moved away, to New York.”
Kristen once again looked down for a moment, finding a nice, interesting little chip off the rock to stare at for a few seconds before she looked back up at the love of her life, ”So…now you know about that.
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Kristen’s fist was near milliseconds from snapping to punch Matthews square in his stupid, stocky face when a voice from behind her stopped her. And not just any voice. It was Jean’s voice. She didn’t have time to dwell on why the redhead had followed her, or what all she’d seen, because as soon as she turned her head to look at the other mutant, there was a heavy, firm fist pounded into the side of her face. She let out a yell, more out of surprise than out of pain. But the force of the blow sent her flying with Duncan let go of her shirt, and her back slammed against the support beam of the bleachers and knocked the wind out of her. And at the same time, the back of her head smacked against the metal pole as well, knocking her sunglasses off her face. It was so sudden that she didn’t have time to close her eyes, and that familiar red beam ripped from her eyes in a large blast. It was unexpected, even to her, and the force knocked her head back against the pole as the optic blast tore passed Duncan and threw him off to the side.
What she didn’t realize was how far the blast had carried itself, flying straight through path under the bleachers and over to a bunch of machines on the other side. And another thing she didn’t know was that there were several propane tanks in the way of her destructive beam, and when they collided it resulted in a large, uncontrolled explosion that obliterated the fence around the machines and knocked the support from the bleachers and destroying part of the walls around the stadium. The explosion was so powerful that it rattled the bleachers on her side, too, and the support beams began to falter and things began to fall.
Not again, she thought, taking in several deep breaths, shoving herself away from the beam that she was leaning against. Left a little dazed by the blows the back of her head had taken, she stumbled around, barely dodging some of the falling debris from the bleachers, Please, God, not again.
This was exactly the thing that caused her to run away from the last school she played football for. This what was got her kicked out of her ******** house. And here she was again, blowing things to smithereens in a much more drastic manner than she had when her powers had just surfaced. She grabbed onto the chain link fence that was surprisingly still standing, steadying herself as she glanced over to where Jean had been standing before. She saw her vaguely through the dust that had been thrown around, but as she opened her mouth to talk, a few slabs from the bleachers above fell, knocking her to the ground and burying her beneath them and some other bits and pieces of metal, rock, and whatever else had been shaken loose by her blast and the propane explosion that it had caused.
What she didn’t realize was how far the blast had carried itself, flying straight through path under the bleachers and over to a bunch of machines on the other side. And another thing she didn’t know was that there were several propane tanks in the way of her destructive beam, and when they collided it resulted in a large, uncontrolled explosion that obliterated the fence around the machines and knocked the support from the bleachers and destroying part of the walls around the stadium. The explosion was so powerful that it rattled the bleachers on her side, too, and the support beams began to falter and things began to fall.
Not again, she thought, taking in several deep breaths, shoving herself away from the beam that she was leaning against. Left a little dazed by the blows the back of her head had taken, she stumbled around, barely dodging some of the falling debris from the bleachers, Please, God, not again.
This was exactly the thing that caused her to run away from the last school she played football for. This what was got her kicked out of her ******** house. And here she was again, blowing things to smithereens in a much more drastic manner than she had when her powers had just surfaced. She grabbed onto the chain link fence that was surprisingly still standing, steadying herself as she glanced over to where Jean had been standing before. She saw her vaguely through the dust that had been thrown around, but as she opened her mouth to talk, a few slabs from the bleachers above fell, knocking her to the ground and burying her beneath them and some other bits and pieces of metal, rock, and whatever else had been shaken loose by her blast and the propane explosion that it had caused.
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Kristen watched as Jean dropped her gaze away from her, and immediately felt one hundred times worse than she did when she first started to explain everything. But on the bright side—or as bright of a side as it could be at a moment like this—she had knocked two of those dreadful things off the list. Now Jean knew how she got her injury and knew about her foster families. She’d had plenty of time to get over her family problems, to get over her injury. Hell, she was over it, which was another reason why she didn’t fully understand why the hell she had waited this long to mention any of it to Jean. When her fiancé looked back up at her with eyes glazed over in tears that hadn’t fallen, Cyclops’ heart broke. Her bottom lip quivering involuntarily and she quickly bit down on it to stop it. Now she’d gone and done it. She’d made Jean tear up. And this time it wasn’t happy tears. Make that five hundred times worse! She’d made her completely happy a couple hours ago, and now she’d turned that completely around and hurt her. She felt like apologizing right then, bringing the redhead into a tight embrace and holding her, but that would prove completely useless seeing as how she still had another disappointing thing to tell her wife-to-be.
She waited a few moments, swallowing hard as she tried to gather her thoughts together. She let out another breath before she reached over and took Jean’s hands again. She uncrossed her legs and moved closer to the older mutant, sitting beside her and slipping an arm around her, pulling her closer as she leaned her head down on Jean’s shoulder. She chewed at the inside of her cheek up until she started talking again.
”And…the last thing, or…the last bad thing,” she wrapped her other arm around the telepath’s middle then, holding her with both of her arms, ”do you remember a few years ago when we were still students…on that mission, when we lost one of the other students?”
She lifted her head then to look up at the mutant, and luckily her tear-bearing eyes were hidden by her specialized sunglasses. They weren’t falling down her cheeks, which she was silently thankful for, but they were welling in her eyes. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and then letting her gaze drift off to the lake in front of them. It stayed there for a few moments, and she fell quiet again. But when she turned back to face the telepath, she started talking.
”And then I disappeared that night?” She tilted her head slightly, questioningly, though she didn’t wait for a reply, ”And that little building that used to sit outside town? And then it wasn’t there anymore?”
She felt like a kid explaining how she’d done something bad. Yes, it was bad, but it wasn’t really her fault. It had been out of her control, or at least that’s what it felt like. She hadn’t felt better about the situation until she’d done it, and so she used that small fact to justify what she’d done. Whether it would work now or not, she didn’t know.
”The night after we lost him, I took off. I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I didn’t want to see anyone. I mean, I wanted to see you, I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do. So I just ran. But no matter what I did…it felt l was going to explode. So, I….” she laid her head back down on Jean’s shoulder, ”I took of my glasses and…the building got destroyed. I felt a lot better afterwards…but…I don’t know. It felt like the way I was feeling…just made the blast worse. Maybe it was just me, maybe that was just the way I thought would make it better…just…destroying something. I don’t know. I just know that after doing it, I felt a lot better.”
She waited a few moments, swallowing hard as she tried to gather her thoughts together. She let out another breath before she reached over and took Jean’s hands again. She uncrossed her legs and moved closer to the older mutant, sitting beside her and slipping an arm around her, pulling her closer as she leaned her head down on Jean’s shoulder. She chewed at the inside of her cheek up until she started talking again.
”And…the last thing, or…the last bad thing,” she wrapped her other arm around the telepath’s middle then, holding her with both of her arms, ”do you remember a few years ago when we were still students…on that mission, when we lost one of the other students?”
She lifted her head then to look up at the mutant, and luckily her tear-bearing eyes were hidden by her specialized sunglasses. They weren’t falling down her cheeks, which she was silently thankful for, but they were welling in her eyes. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and then letting her gaze drift off to the lake in front of them. It stayed there for a few moments, and she fell quiet again. But when she turned back to face the telepath, she started talking.
”And then I disappeared that night?” She tilted her head slightly, questioningly, though she didn’t wait for a reply, ”And that little building that used to sit outside town? And then it wasn’t there anymore?”
She felt like a kid explaining how she’d done something bad. Yes, it was bad, but it wasn’t really her fault. It had been out of her control, or at least that’s what it felt like. She hadn’t felt better about the situation until she’d done it, and so she used that small fact to justify what she’d done. Whether it would work now or not, she didn’t know.
”The night after we lost him, I took off. I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I didn’t want to see anyone. I mean, I wanted to see you, I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do. So I just ran. But no matter what I did…it felt l was going to explode. So, I….” she laid her head back down on Jean’s shoulder, ”I took of my glasses and…the building got destroyed. I felt a lot better afterwards…but…I don’t know. It felt like the way I was feeling…just made the blast worse. Maybe it was just me, maybe that was just the way I thought would make it better…just…destroying something. I don’t know. I just know that after doing it, I felt a lot better.”
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After she had slid the ring onto Jean’s finger, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything but look deep into the other woman’s eyes. She leaned into the short but much appreciated kiss, her lips curling into a small smile even before they pulled apart. She let the older woman take her hands and she helped her pull the two of them up by using her legs to push upwards. It was then that she noticed there were a few people that had stopped to watch them, some with smiles and others with disgust. She didn’t acknowledge them though, instead she smiled at her fiancé and squeezed her hand tightly as the older of the two led them out of the building and back out into the snow. Since she had last been out her, her entire mood and mindset had changed completely. No longer was she nervous, no longer insecure. Though the excitement stayed, she was now extremely happy and full of other emotions that she didn’t even know existed. The feeling was amazing, and again she momentarily questioned why she hadn’t done it sooner. She maneuvered Jean’s arm over her shoulders, holding onto the redhead’s hand just over Kristen’s left breast. She let her free hand slip around the twenty-two year old’s waist, pulling them closer together so that they were carefully walking over the icy concrete hip to hip. She didn’t particularly care that others were probably looking at them, especially since Jean didn’t seem to mind either. It was a tiny bit surprising, seeing as how this was where people knew the older woman best. She wasn’t saying that she expected the redhead to hide it, because honestly if she was, Kristen wouldn’t be too happy with her. But she hadn’t really expected her fellow mutant to allow that much contact around such close minded people.
She didn’t pay as much attention to not slipping and sliding this time, which was surprising considering the problems she had had when she was walking to the building. And if it wasn’t for the fear of falling down, she probably would have taken her fiancé up into her arms and carried her all the way back to her car. Not that she would have a problem carrying the other woman; she’d done it before with no problem. She just didn’t want to accidentally fall and end up hurting Jean in the process. So deciding against that idea, she blew a few of her straightened bangs out of her face and directed Jean in the direction of where she’d parked her vehicle. As they walked, she smiled at the telepath, finding it difficult to take her eyes away from her. Kristen was beaming and she couldn’t help it. She was still on that high from finally being engaged to the love of her life, a high that she probably wouldn’t come down from for a while. It was just like when they’d first gotten together, when she couldn’t stop smiling or thinking about the beautiful woman walking at her side. The only difference was that then they had had to hide it, but now they didn’t. They were displaying it for the people of Washington D.C to see.
When they got to her vehicle, Kristen quickly opened the door for Jean before she could do it for herself. She smiled, waving her hands in the direction of the seat and helping her fiancé into the vehicle. She shut the door and carefully made her way to the driver’s sad. She got in, started up the car, and backed out of the parking lot in which she had left her car in while she was in the government building. She pulled back out on the road, setting them en route back to New York. Well actually, their true destination wouldn’t be their home, or even the mansion. She had another idea that she didn’t want to put off any longer. She had some things to say that she didn’t want to put off any longer, especially now that they were engaged to be married. But started the trip back home, she remembered something that Jean may or may not have forgotten, and was quick to clear things up before the redhead questioned anything.
”Don’t worry about the jet,” she said, reaching her hand over and placing it on Jean’s thigh, squeezing it gently, ”Xavier and I have that covered.”
She had failed to mention that the old man knew about what she was going to do. It was why he had refused Jean’s requests for Kristen to join her on her trip. He knew everything; she had ran it all passed him. And funnily enough, even after Cyclops had asked Jean’s real father for her hand in marriage…in a way, she’d also asked Xavier, too. It would have felt weird if she hadn’t. Which, it was still somewhat weird, seeing as how she saw the professor as a father figure, too. She knew she wasn’t as high on Charles’ priority list as Jean, and obviously she’d never held that against the redhead or the old man. Either way, she still felt like he was her dad, especially since he was the only adult to truly accept her for everything that she was.
The drive seemed shorter this time, which in part was because it actually was slightly shorter; her altered destination called for route that was thankfully not as far away as their house or the mansion was. Though, she’d managed to keep it entertaining by turning on the radio, plugging in Jean’s iPod that she’d left in the glove box and singing along to some of the songs horribly and out of tune, and even worse was her attempts at singing the songs which she only knew five or six words of. But at least she was amusing Jean, even if she was violating her ear drums. She hadn’t had that much fun in the car like that since she had just gotten her license and she and Jean took a short road trip together. She’d been having so much fun, in fact, that she almost forgot to take the turn that would lead her to her destination. But luckily she caught it just in time and then they were driving up the winding roads that led to the lake that had served as the location for the better part of their first date: Alkali Lake.
She pulled the car up on the pebbly, makeshift parking lot. She put it in park, turned it off, and then got out of the vehicle. She went around and opened the door on Jean’s side. She put her hand on her lover’s knee and twisted her around so that her feet were dangly over the rocks underneath the car. Kristen poked up her index finger, telling her to wait. She opened the back door and pulled out a pair of more…comfortable shoes to walk through the rocks in, though they were still dressy and went perfectly with Jean’s sexy, professional attire. She closed the door and then crouched down in front of the woman of her dreams and removed her heels, gently replacing them with the other shoes before she pulled her out of the car. She led her around the lake to a large rock. Years ago it had been surrounded by water, she had pinned Jean to it and kissed her against it, but now the effects of the weather had made that rock part of the pebbly shoreline and so they didn’t have to get in the water, thankfully. She led her over to the large slab of stone and then twirled them around, pressing Jean’s back against the cold, solid rock and she leaned her body against that of the redhead, her hands going straight to the other woman’s skirt-clad waist. She smiled at her for a quick moment before claiming her thin lips in a kiss just like she’d trapped her telepath in on their first date against that very land structure. She moved her head in what she remembered as the way she had done back then, deepening the kiss and making it rougher as she felt needed. Her tongue slowly emerged from its primary home, sliding ever so gently over the lighter-haired woman’s bottom lip and penetrated through Jean’s still-closed lips before she had permission to enter. She’d stopped waiting for permission years ago, finding it much more effective to take what she wanted instead of always waiting for Jean to give the go-ahead. She held onto her waist tighter, pulling her closer but never letting her back leave the surface of the rock as she smiled into the kiss.
She didn’t pay as much attention to not slipping and sliding this time, which was surprising considering the problems she had had when she was walking to the building. And if it wasn’t for the fear of falling down, she probably would have taken her fiancé up into her arms and carried her all the way back to her car. Not that she would have a problem carrying the other woman; she’d done it before with no problem. She just didn’t want to accidentally fall and end up hurting Jean in the process. So deciding against that idea, she blew a few of her straightened bangs out of her face and directed Jean in the direction of where she’d parked her vehicle. As they walked, she smiled at the telepath, finding it difficult to take her eyes away from her. Kristen was beaming and she couldn’t help it. She was still on that high from finally being engaged to the love of her life, a high that she probably wouldn’t come down from for a while. It was just like when they’d first gotten together, when she couldn’t stop smiling or thinking about the beautiful woman walking at her side. The only difference was that then they had had to hide it, but now they didn’t. They were displaying it for the people of Washington D.C to see.
When they got to her vehicle, Kristen quickly opened the door for Jean before she could do it for herself. She smiled, waving her hands in the direction of the seat and helping her fiancé into the vehicle. She shut the door and carefully made her way to the driver’s sad. She got in, started up the car, and backed out of the parking lot in which she had left her car in while she was in the government building. She pulled back out on the road, setting them en route back to New York. Well actually, their true destination wouldn’t be their home, or even the mansion. She had another idea that she didn’t want to put off any longer. She had some things to say that she didn’t want to put off any longer, especially now that they were engaged to be married. But started the trip back home, she remembered something that Jean may or may not have forgotten, and was quick to clear things up before the redhead questioned anything.
”Don’t worry about the jet,” she said, reaching her hand over and placing it on Jean’s thigh, squeezing it gently, ”Xavier and I have that covered.”
She had failed to mention that the old man knew about what she was going to do. It was why he had refused Jean’s requests for Kristen to join her on her trip. He knew everything; she had ran it all passed him. And funnily enough, even after Cyclops had asked Jean’s real father for her hand in marriage…in a way, she’d also asked Xavier, too. It would have felt weird if she hadn’t. Which, it was still somewhat weird, seeing as how she saw the professor as a father figure, too. She knew she wasn’t as high on Charles’ priority list as Jean, and obviously she’d never held that against the redhead or the old man. Either way, she still felt like he was her dad, especially since he was the only adult to truly accept her for everything that she was.
The drive seemed shorter this time, which in part was because it actually was slightly shorter; her altered destination called for route that was thankfully not as far away as their house or the mansion was. Though, she’d managed to keep it entertaining by turning on the radio, plugging in Jean’s iPod that she’d left in the glove box and singing along to some of the songs horribly and out of tune, and even worse was her attempts at singing the songs which she only knew five or six words of. But at least she was amusing Jean, even if she was violating her ear drums. She hadn’t had that much fun in the car like that since she had just gotten her license and she and Jean took a short road trip together. She’d been having so much fun, in fact, that she almost forgot to take the turn that would lead her to her destination. But luckily she caught it just in time and then they were driving up the winding roads that led to the lake that had served as the location for the better part of their first date: Alkali Lake.
She pulled the car up on the pebbly, makeshift parking lot. She put it in park, turned it off, and then got out of the vehicle. She went around and opened the door on Jean’s side. She put her hand on her lover’s knee and twisted her around so that her feet were dangly over the rocks underneath the car. Kristen poked up her index finger, telling her to wait. She opened the back door and pulled out a pair of more…comfortable shoes to walk through the rocks in, though they were still dressy and went perfectly with Jean’s sexy, professional attire. She closed the door and then crouched down in front of the woman of her dreams and removed her heels, gently replacing them with the other shoes before she pulled her out of the car. She led her around the lake to a large rock. Years ago it had been surrounded by water, she had pinned Jean to it and kissed her against it, but now the effects of the weather had made that rock part of the pebbly shoreline and so they didn’t have to get in the water, thankfully. She led her over to the large slab of stone and then twirled them around, pressing Jean’s back against the cold, solid rock and she leaned her body against that of the redhead, her hands going straight to the other woman’s skirt-clad waist. She smiled at her for a quick moment before claiming her thin lips in a kiss just like she’d trapped her telepath in on their first date against that very land structure. She moved her head in what she remembered as the way she had done back then, deepening the kiss and making it rougher as she felt needed. Her tongue slowly emerged from its primary home, sliding ever so gently over the lighter-haired woman’s bottom lip and penetrated through Jean’s still-closed lips before she had permission to enter. She’d stopped waiting for permission years ago, finding it much more effective to take what she wanted instead of always waiting for Jean to give the go-ahead. She held onto her waist tighter, pulling her closer but never letting her back leave the surface of the rock as she smiled into the kiss.
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Before Logan even started the car, Brielle had begun the string of insults that would undoubtedly last through the whole entire trip. In all honestly she was not, in any way, looking forward to driving back. She wished she’d fought Jean for the X-Jet instead of just letting it go when she said she needed it for her campaign in Washington that was going on today. That way, the trip would only be about 1/5 of the time it would take in the car, and the time that Brielle had to insult and b***h by just as much. Yes, the girl had managed to wiggle her way into a small soft spot in Logan’s heart, but that didn’t, by any means, allow her to get away with certain things. Especially now that Logan had become more of an…official teacher at the institute, she had to keep things fair. Even more so when another student, or recruit, was around, such as Rogue. Sure, it wouldn’t have been her style usually but she had a responsibility to the Professor and not being fair, treating Brielle unfairly, would more than likely disappoint him. And as much as she hated to admit it, his opinion was the one and only she actually cared about. So with that said, she was going to try and keep her image in his eyes a good one, despite the bumps and rough edges she’d created by her many feuds with Jean Grey and her girl toy.
She stuck the key into the ignition of her truck and twisted it, forcing the vehicle to life. It was noisy, rattling, and probably about to fall apart. She’d had the truck for a long time with no intentions of getting rid of it, however, so she didn’t exactly care. If it fell apart, then it fell apart. And she didn’t care what the damn children had to say about it either. With an irritated sigh she pulled away from where she’d parked it and drove out into the road that would take them all the way back to Westchester in a few hours’ time. They were only on the road for a minute or two when Rogue’s voice broke the silence laced with tension. She looked towards him, a small frown set on her lips. Did she have food in here? She wasn’t sure. But if she did, there were only two places it would be kept and she wasn’t about to fire up a b***h fit with Brielle just to answer his question. So she leaned over and popped open the glove box, and sure enough there was an unopened packet of beef jerky. She grabbed it and bumped the compartment closed before she tossed the packet into his lap without a smile.
She held on tightly to the steering wheel, going a bit faster than she probably should have been on the icy streets. Her grip on the wheel was so tight, however, that her knuckles were starting to turn white and any tighter would have saw the involuntary twitching off her hands. She winded them down the road, thankful that there weren’t any turns anytime soon because she wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of slowing down to turn. It had fallen quiet again until Rogue spoke again, but this time it was something that Logan couldn’t have ever suspected. Her gazed down at her knuckles where her adamantium claws extended from, staying silent for a few moments.
”Every time,” she muttered, without even looking at him.
She stuck the key into the ignition of her truck and twisted it, forcing the vehicle to life. It was noisy, rattling, and probably about to fall apart. She’d had the truck for a long time with no intentions of getting rid of it, however, so she didn’t exactly care. If it fell apart, then it fell apart. And she didn’t care what the damn children had to say about it either. With an irritated sigh she pulled away from where she’d parked it and drove out into the road that would take them all the way back to Westchester in a few hours’ time. They were only on the road for a minute or two when Rogue’s voice broke the silence laced with tension. She looked towards him, a small frown set on her lips. Did she have food in here? She wasn’t sure. But if she did, there were only two places it would be kept and she wasn’t about to fire up a b***h fit with Brielle just to answer his question. So she leaned over and popped open the glove box, and sure enough there was an unopened packet of beef jerky. She grabbed it and bumped the compartment closed before she tossed the packet into his lap without a smile.
She held on tightly to the steering wheel, going a bit faster than she probably should have been on the icy streets. Her grip on the wheel was so tight, however, that her knuckles were starting to turn white and any tighter would have saw the involuntary twitching off her hands. She winded them down the road, thankful that there weren’t any turns anytime soon because she wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of slowing down to turn. It had fallen quiet again until Rogue spoke again, but this time it was something that Logan couldn’t have ever suspected. Her gazed down at her knuckles where her adamantium claws extended from, staying silent for a few moments.
”Every time,” she muttered, without even looking at him.
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When Jean finally looked up at her, Kristen’s first instinct was to turn away. She stopped herself though, finding no point in diverting her gaze because it wasn’t like Jean could see the tears that were pooling in her tear ducts. She’d managed to keep her breathing under control, managed not to let her voice crack, all in a successful attempt to hide that she was on the brink of crying. Her stayed where they were, only moving to look straight into Jean’s, those hazel eyes that she could tell were trying to find Kristen’s hidden blue ones. It had never forced her to cry before, seeing the love of her life struggle to find her eyes beneath the red lenses of her sunglasses, but right now it killed her. The look on Jean’s face—the hurt, the betrayal, everything—and then the search for her eyes, it finally forced the salty water droplets out of her eyes. Again she wanted to turn her head, but she didn’t. Jean was going to know she was crying either way, because even if she, for some reason, couldn’t see the tears falling down her face then her body’s involuntary shuddering would surely give it away. She wanted to apologize, she wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn’t. What would she say? Sure, she could apologize for not clearing up the mess about her family, she could apologize for not telling her about the night of the little mutant’s murder. But how could she apologize for 2,190 days, 52,560 hours, and countless minutes and seconds of the redhead not seeing her eyes? She’d always been told that the eyes were the most important thing, being the window to a person’s mind, soul, everything. But Jean had never gotten to see that, never even got to glimpse into it. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, that it wasn’t in her power to change it, wasn’t in her power to go back and fix it. But she still blamed herself, always would. Just like she blamed herself for that young mutant’s death, for Kitty’s blindness, for all the failures the X-Men ever encountered. Why? Because they were her X-Men, her responsibility. Their lives were her responsibility, their failures her fault. She would never let that go, and she would never stop regretting every action she ever took that resulted in all the bad outcomes.
”I’m such an idiot,” she muttered, though it wasn’t really meant to have been said allowed, a strangled sob escaping her throat as she dropped her head, her face falling into one of her hands that she had retracted from around Jean’s waist, ”Such a [********] idiot.”
But idiot didn’t even begin to cover it, or that’s what she thought. She’d ******** up, bad. She ******** up a lot. But right now, her focus was on Jean and what the hidden information had obviously done. Kristen Sparks wasn’t stupid, and she knew full well what the expression on her fiancé’s was. She had seen it before, but this time it was worse. She’d never, ever lied to her before. She’d never betrayed her like that before. Sure, she’d pissed her off, she’d said things out of anger that they both knew she didn’t even begin to mean but still hurt the telepath, but never like this. They’d just gotten engaged, and Cyclops had already ruined the trust they had between them. It didn’t matter that those were the only things she’d ever kept from her lover, the only things she’d ever lied about. What mattered was that she had kept something, had lied about something. It only took one thing to mess everything else up, and she was damn sure that this had done it. And what was a relationship without trust?
As she sat there with her head in her hand, she half expected to feel the older woman get up, to feel her hand being opened up and then the almost weightless, circular piece of white gold and diamonds fall into her palm and then be forced to listen as the woman of her dreams walked away from her. Her chest tightened at the mere thought of that, and she couldn’t help the next sobs that came out.
”Jean, I’m sorry,” she cried, lifting her face from her hand and looking at the redhead beside her, her face suddenly cold from her wet skin becoming more exposed to the cold air around them, ”I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I kept it from you. I’m sorry it took so long.”
Her voice cracked at the last few words, a ragged breath following. She wanted to reach out, she wanted to hug her close, she wanted to hold her against her and whisper a thousand apologizes into her ear but she didn’t, because she didn’t want Jean to hug her back. She didn’t feel like she deserved to be in the other woman’s embrace, didn’t feel like she deserved to be held tightly in her arms. She withdrew her other arm from the telepath’s waist, covering her face with her hands for a brief moment before she sat them in her lap, staring down at the rock they were sitting on as the tears continued to fall and her body kept shuddering. Hell, she wasn’t even trying not to cry anymore. She bit her bottom lip rather violently, trying to piece together her words before she spoke and ended up blurting out a jumbled mess that didn’t even half make sense. She grabbed at her pants leg, squeezing the material in her hand, deciding to try to assure Jean that those were the only things, that she hadn’t lied or kept anything else from her.
”I…I know it doesn’t make it better, baby, but…I-I..” She took a deep breath, trying to control the sobs long enough to talk, looking back up at her fiancé, ”Those…t-those are the only things I’ve kept from you. Y-you know everything else, I-I….I promise you that, baby.”
And then she couldn’t help it. She pulled Jean into a tight hug, throwing her arms around her upper body and pulling her close almost desperately. The look on Jean’s face before, her voice, it had all sparked a side of Kristen that she thought she’d long buried. While part her knew that they would be okay, that it was just a bump that they could get over, another part of her was not so sure. A part of her that she’d locked away back when she was a teenager. The panicky, insecure side of her was deathly afraid of losing Jean, of screwing this up so bad that they couldn’t be fixed. While she wanted to side with the more confident part, the panicking part of her was trying to take it over and it only caused Kristen to pull Jean into an even tighter embrace, her face burying against the redhead’s shoulder, hiding in the long locks of her hair.
”I love you Jean, I love you so much, and I-I don’t want to lose you, baby,” Cyclops sobbed into the shoulder of her jacket. While it was a blow to her confident side, Kristen’s heart felt like it was literally being ripped in two and she couldn’t stop the words from escaping, couldn’t stop the admission that she was partly afraid of losing the love of her life all because she had been too careless with information she should have told Jean from the beginning, ”Please forgive me, Jean. I’m selfish, I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have kept it in for so long, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s all out in the open now, and…I-I…I’ll never, ever keep anything from you ever again. Just…please, I-I..I’m sorry.”
She was beyond calling herself pathetic, no matter how pathetic her words had been. She was beyond trying to keep her dignity in the situation. She was beyond caring that she looked weak, like she needed Jean. Because in truth, she did. Jean kept her grounded, kept her strong when she felt otherwise, made her happy when she was upset, pulled her up when she was down. If it wasn’t for Jean, she didn’t know where she’d be right now. It certainly wouldn’t be with the X-Men, and she definitely wouldn’t be the same person. She did need Jean. She needed her, her love, her encouragement, her support, everything. Without her, Kristen felt like no one. She pulled away from her fiancé—who she prayed would remain her fiancé—and looked down.
”If…if you don’t believe me when I say that I’m not hiding anything else…I…” she reached up, taking the stalks of her sunglasses in between her fingers and tightly closing her eyes before removing them from her face, as if they would block Jean from doing what she was about to ask of her. She folded the specialized sunglasses, setting them down on the rock beside her legs before reaching out and groping for Jean’s hands. She took them into her own, squeezing them for a moment before she brought them up to her tanned face, holding them only an inch or so away from the sides of her head, ”I want you to look…I want you to have proof.”
”I’m such an idiot,” she muttered, though it wasn’t really meant to have been said allowed, a strangled sob escaping her throat as she dropped her head, her face falling into one of her hands that she had retracted from around Jean’s waist, ”Such a [********] idiot.”
But idiot didn’t even begin to cover it, or that’s what she thought. She’d ******** up, bad. She ******** up a lot. But right now, her focus was on Jean and what the hidden information had obviously done. Kristen Sparks wasn’t stupid, and she knew full well what the expression on her fiancé’s was. She had seen it before, but this time it was worse. She’d never, ever lied to her before. She’d never betrayed her like that before. Sure, she’d pissed her off, she’d said things out of anger that they both knew she didn’t even begin to mean but still hurt the telepath, but never like this. They’d just gotten engaged, and Cyclops had already ruined the trust they had between them. It didn’t matter that those were the only things she’d ever kept from her lover, the only things she’d ever lied about. What mattered was that she had kept something, had lied about something. It only took one thing to mess everything else up, and she was damn sure that this had done it. And what was a relationship without trust?
As she sat there with her head in her hand, she half expected to feel the older woman get up, to feel her hand being opened up and then the almost weightless, circular piece of white gold and diamonds fall into her palm and then be forced to listen as the woman of her dreams walked away from her. Her chest tightened at the mere thought of that, and she couldn’t help the next sobs that came out.
”Jean, I’m sorry,” she cried, lifting her face from her hand and looking at the redhead beside her, her face suddenly cold from her wet skin becoming more exposed to the cold air around them, ”I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I kept it from you. I’m sorry it took so long.”
Her voice cracked at the last few words, a ragged breath following. She wanted to reach out, she wanted to hug her close, she wanted to hold her against her and whisper a thousand apologizes into her ear but she didn’t, because she didn’t want Jean to hug her back. She didn’t feel like she deserved to be in the other woman’s embrace, didn’t feel like she deserved to be held tightly in her arms. She withdrew her other arm from the telepath’s waist, covering her face with her hands for a brief moment before she sat them in her lap, staring down at the rock they were sitting on as the tears continued to fall and her body kept shuddering. Hell, she wasn’t even trying not to cry anymore. She bit her bottom lip rather violently, trying to piece together her words before she spoke and ended up blurting out a jumbled mess that didn’t even half make sense. She grabbed at her pants leg, squeezing the material in her hand, deciding to try to assure Jean that those were the only things, that she hadn’t lied or kept anything else from her.
”I…I know it doesn’t make it better, baby, but…I-I..” She took a deep breath, trying to control the sobs long enough to talk, looking back up at her fiancé, ”Those…t-those are the only things I’ve kept from you. Y-you know everything else, I-I….I promise you that, baby.”
And then she couldn’t help it. She pulled Jean into a tight hug, throwing her arms around her upper body and pulling her close almost desperately. The look on Jean’s face before, her voice, it had all sparked a side of Kristen that she thought she’d long buried. While part her knew that they would be okay, that it was just a bump that they could get over, another part of her was not so sure. A part of her that she’d locked away back when she was a teenager. The panicky, insecure side of her was deathly afraid of losing Jean, of screwing this up so bad that they couldn’t be fixed. While she wanted to side with the more confident part, the panicking part of her was trying to take it over and it only caused Kristen to pull Jean into an even tighter embrace, her face burying against the redhead’s shoulder, hiding in the long locks of her hair.
”I love you Jean, I love you so much, and I-I don’t want to lose you, baby,” Cyclops sobbed into the shoulder of her jacket. While it was a blow to her confident side, Kristen’s heart felt like it was literally being ripped in two and she couldn’t stop the words from escaping, couldn’t stop the admission that she was partly afraid of losing the love of her life all because she had been too careless with information she should have told Jean from the beginning, ”Please forgive me, Jean. I’m selfish, I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have kept it in for so long, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s all out in the open now, and…I-I…I’ll never, ever keep anything from you ever again. Just…please, I-I..I’m sorry.”
She was beyond calling herself pathetic, no matter how pathetic her words had been. She was beyond trying to keep her dignity in the situation. She was beyond caring that she looked weak, like she needed Jean. Because in truth, she did. Jean kept her grounded, kept her strong when she felt otherwise, made her happy when she was upset, pulled her up when she was down. If it wasn’t for Jean, she didn’t know where she’d be right now. It certainly wouldn’t be with the X-Men, and she definitely wouldn’t be the same person. She did need Jean. She needed her, her love, her encouragement, her support, everything. Without her, Kristen felt like no one. She pulled away from her fiancé—who she prayed would remain her fiancé—and looked down.
”If…if you don’t believe me when I say that I’m not hiding anything else…I…” she reached up, taking the stalks of her sunglasses in between her fingers and tightly closing her eyes before removing them from her face, as if they would block Jean from doing what she was about to ask of her. She folded the specialized sunglasses, setting them down on the rock beside her legs before reaching out and groping for Jean’s hands. She took them into her own, squeezing them for a moment before she brought them up to her tanned face, holding them only an inch or so away from the sides of her head, ”I want you to look…I want you to have proof.”
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By the time Euphoria started speaking to her and then turned in her direction, Miranda could no long feel the energy flowing through her arms. She’d cut it off, making the room a safe place to be once again. Or more appropriately, this entire side of the hallway. Her face no longer felt heated, as it usually did when she got angry, and she wasn’t feeling quite as defensive. This woman obviously wasn’t going to try and hurt her, she was just here to talk, or so it seemed, and Miranda found no harm in that. But if she felt threatened, it only took second to fire up her hands again. She’d mastered the technique, trained herself how to utilize complete control over her ability. She’d heard so many stories about mutants losing controls of their powers, most notably herself and what she’d read about her sister, and she was determined not to let another accident on her part happen. It was pretty easy. She’d made makeshift targets, practicing starting and cutting off the flow of energy, careful not to release it. She now had no problem using her mutant abilities at all anymore.
Miranda’s first instinct was to pull away from the woman when she grabbed her face, but even if she wanted to she wouldn’t have been able to. She had latched to her chin tightly, holding her face still as she spoke to her, their lips mere inches from each other. Havok’s eyes crossed somewhat as she strained to look at the hand holding her face captive, only to give up and shift her gaze to the blonde’s eyes. She swallowed hard, doing her best to nod despite the hold, slightly intimidated now by the heel-wearing woman as she spoke to her. When she finally let go, Miranda took a hold of her own jaw and rubbed it, narrowing her eyes slightly as the girl dug into her purse and pulled out a folder. Miranda raised her eyebrow curiously, watching as she opened the manila folder and began talking again.
Havok didn’t expect the information to be about her though. She didn’t expect to hear her full name, her age, her birthday, or especially not her sister’s name. Kristen Danielle Sparks. At least now she could put a name to her identical face, and it would definitely help her in her search. Surely someone would know her once Miranda go to New York, right? Then again, this woman had said something about her sister earlier, about helping her find her. That meant that she knew where Kristen was, didn’t it? She wanted to interrupt and ask, question her about the whereabouts of her twin, ask her question about the girl in general, but before she could, the blonde was continuing on. Miranda straightened up her spine and crossed her arms over her chest as she mentioned the brunette’s upbringing as a “spoiled little rich kid”, but lost the smugness in her demeanor when she was informed that her sister had been passed through numerous foster families. Poor girl. Miranda couldn’t even begin to understand how that would feel having multiple families, being in such an unstable environment. Her lips twisted down into a frown, taking little comfort in the fact that Kristen was okay “where she is now”. And then the energy-shooting mutant made a face, offended by the comment of the scoreboard incident being “kinda funny”. What part about that was funny? And better yet, how did this woman know all this information?
While curious, Miranda stayed silent as she went on into more personal information. The first girl she ever kissed, or her first kiss in general for that matter, the loss of her virginity and her pet centipede. It was starting to bother her even more now. Who had access to that stuff? Who would bother paying such close attention to another person, and why her? Why was she being spied on? Why had this information been pulled about her? Why was this woman helping her, who sent her? She waited quietly for the woman to finish insulting her dead centipede, Charlie, before she tightened her arms around her chest and finally decided to look over at the pictures the woman had strewn out on the bed while she had been talking. She walked passed the other woman and over to the bed, taking up the pictures in her hands and flipping through them. Oh yeah. The two of them were identical all right. Except for one thing; Kristen wore sunglasses in every picture. It was a little weird, especially considering some of the pictures were taken at night. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, turning around to face the woman who’d entered her room uninvited.
”Okay miss I-know-everything, tell me something,” she handed over the pictures of her twin sister, one tanned finger pointing at the sunglasses on Kristen’s face, ”What’s her deal? Does she never take those off or something? Because that’s a little creepy.”
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By the time Euphoria started speaking to her and then turned in her direction, Miranda could no long feel the energy flowing through her arms. She’d cut it off, making the room a safe place to be once again. Or more appropriately, this entire side of the hallway. Her face no longer felt heated, as it usually did when she got angry, and she wasn’t feeling quite as defensive. This woman obviously wasn’t going to try and hurt her, she was just here to talk, or so it seemed, and Miranda found no harm in that. But if she felt threatened, it only took second to fire up her hands again. She’d mastered the technique, trained herself how to utilize complete control over her ability. She’d heard so many stories about mutants losing controls of their powers, most notably herself and what she’d read about her sister, and she was determined not to let another accident on her part happen. It was pretty easy. She’d made makeshift targets, practicing starting and cutting off the flow of energy, careful not to release it. She now had no problem using her mutant abilities at all anymore.
Miranda’s first instinct was to pull away from the woman when she grabbed her face, but even if she wanted to she wouldn’t have been able to. She had latched to her chin tightly, holding her face still as she spoke to her, their lips mere inches from each other. Havok’s eyes crossed somewhat as she strained to look at the hand holding her face captive, only to give up and shift her gaze to the blonde’s eyes. She swallowed hard, doing her best to nod despite the hold, slightly intimidated now by the heel-wearing woman as she spoke to her. When she finally let go, Miranda took a hold of her own jaw and rubbed it, narrowing her eyes slightly as the girl dug into her purse and pulled out a folder. Miranda raised her eyebrow curiously, watching as she opened the manila folder and began talking again.
Havok didn’t expect the information to be about her though. She didn’t expect to hear her full name, her age, her birthday, or especially not her sister’s name. Kristen Danielle Sparks. At least now she could put a name to her identical face, and it would definitely help her in her search. Surely someone would know her once Miranda go to New York, right? Then again, this woman had said something about her sister earlier, about helping her find her. That meant that she knew where Kristen was, didn’t it? She wanted to interrupt and ask, question her about the whereabouts of her twin, ask her question about the girl in general, but before she could, the blonde was continuing on. Miranda straightened up her spine and crossed her arms over her chest as she mentioned the brunette’s upbringing as a “spoiled little rich kid”, but lost the smugness in her demeanor when she was informed that her sister had been passed through numerous foster families. Poor girl. Miranda couldn’t even begin to understand how that would feel having multiple families, being in such an unstable environment. Her lips twisted down into a frown, taking little comfort in the fact that Kristen was okay “where she is now”. And then the energy-shooting mutant made a face, offended by the comment of the scoreboard incident being “kinda funny”. What part about that was funny? And better yet, how did this woman know all this information?
While curious, Miranda stayed silent as she went on into more personal information. The first girl she ever kissed, or her first kiss in general for that matter, the loss of her virginity and her pet centipede. It was starting to bother her even more now. Who had access to that stuff? Who would bother paying such close attention to another person, and why her? Why was she being spied on? Why had this information been pulled about her? Why was this woman helping her, who sent her? She waited quietly for the woman to finish insulting her dead centipede, Charlie, before she tightened her arms around her chest and finally decided to look over at the pictures the woman had strewn out on the bed while she had been talking. She walked passed the other woman and over to the bed, taking up the pictures in her hands and flipping through them. Oh yeah. The two of them were identical all right. Except for one thing; Kristen wore sunglasses in every picture. It was a little weird, especially considering some of the pictures were taken at night. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, turning around to face the woman who’d entered her room uninvited.
”Okay miss I-know-everything, tell me something,” she handed over the pictures of her twin sister, one tanned finger pointing at the sunglasses on Kristen’s face, ”What’s her deal? Does she never take those off or something? Because that’s a little creepy.”
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She could hear the distance sirens, muffled by her subconscious as if she was underwater. She could hear screaming, shouting, but it was stifled the same as the sirens. She could feel pressure against her body, she was constricted, restrained. She was unable to move, her head was pounding. She could feel heat, but didn’t know from where. After several minutes, the sounds became clearer and the pressure, the pain in her head, the heat, it all became more amplified as she slowly crawled back into consciousness. She started to open her eyes, but stopped herself, luckily detecting that there was no specialized accessory gracing her face. Her sunglasses were gone, and she was buried underneath rubble. She couldn’t risk opening her eyes, she didn’t know who or what was around here and trying to free herself could result in something more disastrous than what had already happened. She wiggled her body, managing to barely move something—she didn’t know if it was rock or metal—and causing it to shift another piece of debris which in turn caused something to press against her abdomen a little harder. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but the feeling was incredibly uncomfortable. She let out a breath, taking in a few slow ones as to not inhale dust or any of the smoke that was seeping through the cracks of her tomb of debris. It was then that she heard Jean’s voice, a somewhat distressed shout of”Krissie?!” that Kristen could only remember her ever using once, and that was in the Danger Room.
”Jean!” she shouted back, careful not to move and cause more slabs of rock or metal to shift and move against her, ”Jean, I’m over here!”
She heard her come over, heard her drop to her knees. She waited patiently as the slabs of metal, rock, and other random debris were slowly lifted off of her body. It took a while, but Kristen didn’t get impatient. She laid perfectly still as Jean worked, not wanting to accidentally make it more difficult, if it was even possibly to do that. She didn’t move until nothing was touching her anymore, but even then she only moved slightly. On the bright side, she hadn’t been injured, or at least it didn’t feel that way. She started to open her mouth, starting to say something to the redhead that she could hear moving around her, but Jean cut her off before she could start. She smiled as her head was pulled into the telepath’s lap, laying contently as the other mutant’s fingers stroking her hair away from her face. Her eyes were still shut tightly, but soon enough her glasses were being gently placed on her face where they belonged and she finally opened them.
She stared up at the beautiful teenager for a moment until she heard the sirens—no doubt ambulances, the fire department, and probably the police—and she quickly sat up. She stood up slowly, struggling for balance at first but it didn’t take her long to compose herself and she looked down at Jean. She pressed her lips into a thin line, glancing around to find the route she’d take to get away. She had to run, she couldn’t let the paramedics get to her. They would want to examine her, that would be no problem at all until they tried to take off her sunglasses to check for a concussion. She couldn’t have that happening, and so she couldn’t stick around for them to find her.
”You staying or come with me?” She asked. She much preferred that the telepath come with her, mostly because she didn’t want Duncan to wake up and Jean still be there. He always made it a point to flirt with her fellow mutant, and she honestly couldn’t stand it. Which was why she hardly ever gave the blonde male an opportunity to be around Jean when she was absent. But if Jean wanted to stay behind and join her back at the mansion later, that was fine with her. She’d just have to deal with Duncan later, if he woke up and was even capable of doing anything. However, she could hear, and somewhat see, the ambulance doors opening and she wasn’t about to give Jean the chance to reply before she turned and ran through the opening the explosion had made in the chain fence.
”Jean!” she shouted back, careful not to move and cause more slabs of rock or metal to shift and move against her, ”Jean, I’m over here!”
She heard her come over, heard her drop to her knees. She waited patiently as the slabs of metal, rock, and other random debris were slowly lifted off of her body. It took a while, but Kristen didn’t get impatient. She laid perfectly still as Jean worked, not wanting to accidentally make it more difficult, if it was even possibly to do that. She didn’t move until nothing was touching her anymore, but even then she only moved slightly. On the bright side, she hadn’t been injured, or at least it didn’t feel that way. She started to open her mouth, starting to say something to the redhead that she could hear moving around her, but Jean cut her off before she could start. She smiled as her head was pulled into the telepath’s lap, laying contently as the other mutant’s fingers stroking her hair away from her face. Her eyes were still shut tightly, but soon enough her glasses were being gently placed on her face where they belonged and she finally opened them.
She stared up at the beautiful teenager for a moment until she heard the sirens—no doubt ambulances, the fire department, and probably the police—and she quickly sat up. She stood up slowly, struggling for balance at first but it didn’t take her long to compose herself and she looked down at Jean. She pressed her lips into a thin line, glancing around to find the route she’d take to get away. She had to run, she couldn’t let the paramedics get to her. They would want to examine her, that would be no problem at all until they tried to take off her sunglasses to check for a concussion. She couldn’t have that happening, and so she couldn’t stick around for them to find her.
”You staying or come with me?” She asked. She much preferred that the telepath come with her, mostly because she didn’t want Duncan to wake up and Jean still be there. He always made it a point to flirt with her fellow mutant, and she honestly couldn’t stand it. Which was why she hardly ever gave the blonde male an opportunity to be around Jean when she was absent. But if Jean wanted to stay behind and join her back at the mansion later, that was fine with her. She’d just have to deal with Duncan later, if he woke up and was even capable of doing anything. However, she could hear, and somewhat see, the ambulance doors opening and she wasn’t about to give Jean the chance to reply before she turned and ran through the opening the explosion had made in the chain fence.
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If Kristen hadn’t trained herself long ago not the open her eyes when something startled her, Jean snatching her hands away and abruptly standing could have very well ended in disaster. Her head turned in the direction of where she’d heard the rocks groan beneath her lover’s feet, only to have the location confirmed when Jean spoke—no, shouted—her disapproval of what Kristen had asked of her. She hadn’t mean to upset the telepath, hadn’t meant to make her yell, hadn’t meant to offend her with the idea of looking into her mind to prove that she wasn’t lying. She could feel her chest tightening again, more tears building up, and she twisted her body around so that she was facing where Jean was standing. Each word out of her fiancé’s mouth made her feel worse, so bad that she was beyond hating herself. There wasn’t even a word for what she was feeling about herself at that moment, but whatever it was, it was burning with the fires of ten thousand suns. But she did know that it was nothing short of intense self-loathing. Her lips were twisted into a frown, her eyes shut tightly as she lifted her head to look up to where she assumed Jean’s face was.
But then she heard the older mutant moving, closer to her, and then she heard the rocks shift again and was able to tell that Jean had crouched down in front of her. She would have grabbed her sunglasses and put them back on, but before she could move her hands, her lover had took them into her own. She listened quietly as Jean spoke, nodding only slightly. Hearing that the redhead had calmed down eased Kristen a little, enough that she was no longer sobbing uncontrollably.
But when her wife-to-be let go of one of her hands and put her hand against her moist cheek, she felt some of that control slip again. And the words that followed that gentle gesture forced her lower lip to quiver. She parted her lips, biting down on the shaking one in attempt to stop it but to no avail. Jean had turned down the opportunity to dive into Kristen’s mind, to see everything. She always did. She’d never once even so much as hinted that she wanted to peak into the brunette’s mind, and even if she’d thought about I, Kristen had never noticed. She had put her trust in Cyclops not to do the very thing that she’d just done, and even still she refused to look into her mind. That realization only made Kristen feel like dirt—no, lesser than dirt, because dirt didn’t hurt it’s dirt buddies—and she dropped her head, but at the same time she leaned her cheek into her lover’s hand. She truly had the best fiancé, the best friend, the best teammate in the entire world, and she had gone and messed it up by holding back two things. Two stupid things that she should have told her about. All the things that Jean did for Kristen, and Cyclops couldn’t even return trustworthiness. She officially felt like the worst person on the planet, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Jean thought the same thing about her right now.
”I…I know you don’t want to invade my privacy, but you wouldn’t be invading it if I gave you permission to do it, and I did. I don’t want you to tell me you believe me if you don’t,” her voice was nearly a whisper, her hand gently placing itself over the one that Jean had on her cheek, ”And it had nothing to do with you, Princess. I’ve never felt like I couldn’t tell you anything, ever. The problem was me. Me and me alone. For the longest time, I didn’t feel like my foster families were important because I didn’t plan on you ever meeting any of them anyway, because they’re not worth our time. I felt that it was in my past, that it shouldn’t be brought back up. And…about the night I ran away…I don’t even know. I was disappointed in myself for abusing my powers, I was ashamed. I wanted to keep to myself but…all of that, it’s just been building up. I hated keeping that from you, I hated it. It hurt every day but I just…it was a horrible, impossibly long lapse in judgment.”
She swallowed hard, forcing the lump in her throat to disappear temporarily as she took both of Jean’s hands into her own and slipped off of the rock so that she was down on one knee again in front of where her lover was crouching. She held onto her hands tightly, her closed eyes looking at where she knew Jean’s were. She relaxed her face so that she wasn’t squeezing her eyes shut. Normally, she hated going without her sunglasses, hated her face exposed to a word she couldn’t see without them on. She had voiced her insecurities about being without the glasses countless times, not because she was afraid that she’d accidentally open her eyes, but because she didn’t want her lover to have to see eyelids. Even the few times that Jean had tried to get her to just try it, she had ardently refused. But now it felt better without them. It felt better without the barrier even if she couldn’t see the love of her life. At least Jean was able to look at something more natural than the pair of ruby quartz sunglasses she was forced to look into every day. She gently tightened her grip on her fiancé’s hands before speaking again, this time without her voice shaking, ”I vow to you, now and forever, that I will never hide anything from you, lie to you, or betray you again. I may make you mad, and I may irritate you, but will never hurt you again like I’ve hurt you today.”
Her eyelids shifted, parting ever-so-slightly, only to snap back shut; but they had been open long enough to let the tears that were welling behind the thin, flesh wall fall down her cheeks. And Kristen was sure that was the only time Jean had ever seen her cry without her sunglasses.
But then she heard the older mutant moving, closer to her, and then she heard the rocks shift again and was able to tell that Jean had crouched down in front of her. She would have grabbed her sunglasses and put them back on, but before she could move her hands, her lover had took them into her own. She listened quietly as Jean spoke, nodding only slightly. Hearing that the redhead had calmed down eased Kristen a little, enough that she was no longer sobbing uncontrollably.
But when her wife-to-be let go of one of her hands and put her hand against her moist cheek, she felt some of that control slip again. And the words that followed that gentle gesture forced her lower lip to quiver. She parted her lips, biting down on the shaking one in attempt to stop it but to no avail. Jean had turned down the opportunity to dive into Kristen’s mind, to see everything. She always did. She’d never once even so much as hinted that she wanted to peak into the brunette’s mind, and even if she’d thought about I, Kristen had never noticed. She had put her trust in Cyclops not to do the very thing that she’d just done, and even still she refused to look into her mind. That realization only made Kristen feel like dirt—no, lesser than dirt, because dirt didn’t hurt it’s dirt buddies—and she dropped her head, but at the same time she leaned her cheek into her lover’s hand. She truly had the best fiancé, the best friend, the best teammate in the entire world, and she had gone and messed it up by holding back two things. Two stupid things that she should have told her about. All the things that Jean did for Kristen, and Cyclops couldn’t even return trustworthiness. She officially felt like the worst person on the planet, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Jean thought the same thing about her right now.
”I…I know you don’t want to invade my privacy, but you wouldn’t be invading it if I gave you permission to do it, and I did. I don’t want you to tell me you believe me if you don’t,” her voice was nearly a whisper, her hand gently placing itself over the one that Jean had on her cheek, ”And it had nothing to do with you, Princess. I’ve never felt like I couldn’t tell you anything, ever. The problem was me. Me and me alone. For the longest time, I didn’t feel like my foster families were important because I didn’t plan on you ever meeting any of them anyway, because they’re not worth our time. I felt that it was in my past, that it shouldn’t be brought back up. And…about the night I ran away…I don’t even know. I was disappointed in myself for abusing my powers, I was ashamed. I wanted to keep to myself but…all of that, it’s just been building up. I hated keeping that from you, I hated it. It hurt every day but I just…it was a horrible, impossibly long lapse in judgment.”
She swallowed hard, forcing the lump in her throat to disappear temporarily as she took both of Jean’s hands into her own and slipped off of the rock so that she was down on one knee again in front of where her lover was crouching. She held onto her hands tightly, her closed eyes looking at where she knew Jean’s were. She relaxed her face so that she wasn’t squeezing her eyes shut. Normally, she hated going without her sunglasses, hated her face exposed to a word she couldn’t see without them on. She had voiced her insecurities about being without the glasses countless times, not because she was afraid that she’d accidentally open her eyes, but because she didn’t want her lover to have to see eyelids. Even the few times that Jean had tried to get her to just try it, she had ardently refused. But now it felt better without them. It felt better without the barrier even if she couldn’t see the love of her life. At least Jean was able to look at something more natural than the pair of ruby quartz sunglasses she was forced to look into every day. She gently tightened her grip on her fiancé’s hands before speaking again, this time without her voice shaking, ”I vow to you, now and forever, that I will never hide anything from you, lie to you, or betray you again. I may make you mad, and I may irritate you, but will never hurt you again like I’ve hurt you today.”
Her eyelids shifted, parting ever-so-slightly, only to snap back shut; but they had been open long enough to let the tears that were welling behind the thin, flesh wall fall down her cheeks. And Kristen was sure that was the only time Jean had ever seen her cry without her sunglasses.
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Rogue was the first person to ever mention her lack of a seat belt, ever. It almost made her laugh that he bothered to open his mouth and warn her that she should be wearing it when she knew that he knew very well she wasn’t going to take his advice. But before she could chuckle, or make a smart assed response, a loud bang and the sudden, dead-in-its-track stop her truck made sent her flying through the windshield of the old vehicle. She landed hard in the soft, cold snow, her forehead cutting itself on a rock that had been in her flying body’s way. She laid still for a few moments, giving herself time to recover from the sling from her truck before she stood up. She turned around slowly, looking over and through the broken windshield where Rogue was still safely in the passenger seat, thank God. She craned her neck to the side, popping the adamantium-coated bones as the skin on her forehead rather quickly sealed up the wound that had stopped bleeding by then.
”Are you alright?” she called, and when she didn’t get a reply, she called again, ”Kid! Are you alright?”
But as Rogue replied to her through the broken glass, something else had already caught Logan’s attention. A strange scent, a scent that bothered her. She sniffed, barely moving her head as her eyes looked to find where it was coming from. Her adamantium claws shot out from between her fingers, her fists clenching, and she looked to her left just in time to catch a big, burly man jumping from the bushes at straight at her. He grabbed onto her before she had time to react, tossing her throw the air and right into a thin, weak tree standing a few yards away. She let out a yell as her body collided with the wooden pole, which easily cracked and snapped in half beneath the weight of her body and it sent her falling to the ground. She let out a grunt as her back hit, but she was slow to stand up again. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head as she fought whatever damage the fall had done, but barely had any time to react before she felt the force of something—a large branch—hitting her in the back of the head. The blow sent her flying, and she landed hard on the roof of her truck, her head narrowly missing the already destroyed windshield. Her claws retracted back into her hands, as her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting so that she was facing Rogue.
”Are you alright?” she called, and when she didn’t get a reply, she called again, ”Kid! Are you alright?”
But as Rogue replied to her through the broken glass, something else had already caught Logan’s attention. A strange scent, a scent that bothered her. She sniffed, barely moving her head as her eyes looked to find where it was coming from. Her adamantium claws shot out from between her fingers, her fists clenching, and she looked to her left just in time to catch a big, burly man jumping from the bushes at straight at her. He grabbed onto her before she had time to react, tossing her throw the air and right into a thin, weak tree standing a few yards away. She let out a yell as her body collided with the wooden pole, which easily cracked and snapped in half beneath the weight of her body and it sent her falling to the ground. She let out a grunt as her back hit, but she was slow to stand up again. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head as she fought whatever damage the fall had done, but barely had any time to react before she felt the force of something—a large branch—hitting her in the back of the head. The blow sent her flying, and she landed hard on the roof of her truck, her head narrowly missing the already destroyed windshield. Her claws retracted back into her hands, as her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting so that she was facing Rogue.
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[size=14][align=center][color=crimson]T h e s e[/color] [color=white]__________________[/color][color=crimson] E y e s [/color][color=white]_________________[/color] [color=crimson]C a n [/color][color=white]_______________________[/color][color=crimson][strike]K i l l[/strike]...[/align][/color][/size]
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I’m___________L i k e _______ A ___________ R i n g l e a d e r _______ I _________ C a l l __________ T h e __________ S h o t s __________. . . .
When I close my e y e s I’m going out of my [ h e a d. ]
aliasxx C y c l o p s
Almost immediately after the tears fell, Kristen felt Jean’s fingers brushing them away. And to be completely honest, she hadn’t expected to feel her lover’s soft, thin lips pressing against hers, much less over and over again. That small, surprising fact alone was enough to cause her break into tears again, the droplets trapped behind her eyelids until they were forced to open as slightly as possible in order to let them roll down her cheeks. After two or three kisses had been planted on her lips, Kristen finally started to return them gently, softly, and almost hesitantly because she didn’t feel like she deserved it. She didn’t feel like she should be touched at all by the beautiful woman in front of her. And that was exactly why she didn’t put her hand on the back of Jean’s head to stop her from making short kisses and instead make longer ones; it was why she didn’t move to wrap her arms around her. She could feel that tightening in her chest again, the one that force more tears to fall as she continued to kiss the other woman over and over despite what she felt she didn’t deserve.
”I’m,” she whispered between kisses, ”sorry.”
She wanted to open her eyes, wanted to look at the redhead with her naked eyes for once, and that thought only reminded her of the other problem at hand. The problem that had been there since they met. Those stupid, stupid sunglasses. She let the hand search the rock briefly for the specialized accessory, taking them into her hand without disturbing Jean or herself from the loving, yet much more serious and meaningful than just simple, loving kisses. She squeezed them tightly, so tight that if her fist clenched any more they would probably crack and break. She didn’t want them back on her face. She didn’t want to feel them sitting on her nose. She didn’t want to feel the stalks on her ears. She didn’t want to see through the lenses. She didn’t want them to obscure the view of her eyes. She didn’t want Jean to have to look into the dark red abyss any longer.
Her bottom lip quivered almost violently as she brought her free hand up to the redhead’s cheek, cupping it gently and giving a few last kisses before she stopped and leaned her forehead completely against that of her fiancé’s. A soft sob escaped her now unoccupied lips, silently debating whether or not she should put the glasses back on. But the “no” argument quickly won her over. She stood up slowly, bringing the telepath with her. Luckily she had a vague sense of where that giant, horrid-drawing bearing rock stood and she didn’t need to put her sunglasses back on to find it. However, she almost walked up on it a little too fast, nearly walking straight into it. She got back down on her knees, feeling around with one hand until she found a suitable rock. And then her hand went to the boulder, feeling around for the drawing she’d done years ago. She found it, rubbed her hand all over it to find where it started and ended, and then she moved around to a completely different side. She leaned against the cold rock, her tongue peaking out through parted lips, her teeth biting down gently as she carved into the rock, letting her other hand guide so that the letters weren’t drawn on top of each other. It took a few minutes, but she finished nonetheless. She bit the inside of her cheek, reluctantly putting her specialized shades back on her face before she opened her eyes to look at the drawing. And damn, if it had been any other situation, any other time, she probably would have stomped her feet and swore at the fact that her blinded drawing turned out much better than the one she’d done when she was a teenager! There was a heart, just like last time, but instead of “Kristen & Jean” being carved in, it was “I’m sorry”. And beneath the words were two stick figures, though neither of the figures had sunglasses. She gave Jean a moment to look at it before she took her hands into her own and squeezed them tightly. She gazed into her hazel eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leaned them both against the carved artwork.
”There’s one more thing,” she said quietly, leaning her face in closer to Jean’s as she spoke, ”I’m actually not supposed to tell you, or anybody for that matter. So this stays between you and me, okay?”
She then leaned her forehead completely against the other woman’s then, a full smile finally coming across her lips. This would certainly beat all the bad news, at least for a little while, and it would probably be one of the best things she could ever, ever tell the redhead. The professor had stated that he didn’t want anyone to know yet because Kristen had yet to make a decision, she had hardly had time to really think about it, and while he expressed his confidence with the procedure, he was obviously still a tiny bit concerned. It was hard to contain the sudden happiness, which was reflected in her face, as she drew in a deep breath to begin her explanation, her grip on Jean’s hand becoming a little tighter as she pulled their bodies a little closer to each other, ”But the professor called me into his office not that long ago and he told me that someone he has connections with has some kind of advanced technology. He said that it can be used to correct the damage in my brain. It wasn’t permanent, there was no technology to fix it before.”
She almost pulled Jean into a hug right then and there, but she somehow managed to contain herself, only pulling the other mutant’s hands closer to her, ”If I get it done, I won’t have to wear my sunglasses anymore. I won’t have headaches, I won’t have accidents, I won’t have anything! I’ll be able to control it!”
Turn the [ l i g h t s] on.
namexxK r i s t e n S p a r k s
As long as you’re here I’ll be [ f l o a t i n g ] on [ a i r ]
doingxxA p o l o g i z i n g T o M y F i a n c é
Clouds filled with [ s t a r s ] cover the s k i e s .
locationxxA l k a l i L a k e
Lost in a f a i r y t a l e can you hold my [ h a n d ] and be my [ g u i d e? ]
lovexxT h e B e a u t i f u l J e a n G r e y
namexxK r i s t e n S p a r k s
As long as you’re here I’ll be [ f l o a t i n g ] on [ a i r ]
doingxxA p o l o g i z i n g T o M y F i a n c é
Clouds filled with [ s t a r s ] cover the s k i e s .
locationxxA l k a l i L a k e
Lost in a f a i r y t a l e can you hold my [ h a n d ] and be my [ g u i d e? ]
lovexxT h e B e a u t i f u l J e a n G r e y
When I close my e y e s I’m going out of my [ h e a d. ]
aliasxx C y c l o p s
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Almost immediately after the tears fell, Kristen felt Jean’s fingers brushing them away. And to be completely honest, she hadn’t expected to feel her lover’s soft, thin lips pressing against hers, much less over and over again. That small, surprising fact alone was enough to cause her break into tears again, the droplets trapped behind her eyelids until they were forced to open as slightly as possible in order to let them roll down her cheeks. After two or three kisses had been planted on her lips, Kristen finally started to return them gently, softly, and almost hesitantly because she didn’t feel like she deserved it. She didn’t feel like she should be touched at all by the beautiful woman in front of her. And that was exactly why she didn’t put her hand on the back of Jean’s head to stop her from making short kisses and instead make longer ones; it was why she didn’t move to wrap her arms around her. She could feel that tightening in her chest again, the one that force more tears to fall as she continued to kiss the other woman over and over despite what she felt she didn’t deserve.
”I’m,” she whispered between kisses, ”sorry.”
She wanted to open her eyes, wanted to look at the redhead with her naked eyes for once, and that thought only reminded her of the other problem at hand. The problem that had been there since they met. Those stupid, stupid sunglasses. She let the hand search the rock briefly for the specialized accessory, taking them into her hand without disturbing Jean or herself from the loving, yet much more serious and meaningful than just simple, loving kisses. She squeezed them tightly, so tight that if her fist clenched any more they would probably crack and break. She didn’t want them back on her face. She didn’t want to feel them sitting on her nose. She didn’t want to feel the stalks on her ears. She didn’t want to see through the lenses. She didn’t want them to obscure the view of her eyes. She didn’t want Jean to have to look into the dark red abyss any longer.
Her bottom lip quivered almost violently as she brought her free hand up to the redhead’s cheek, cupping it gently and giving a few last kisses before she stopped and leaned her forehead completely against that of her fiancé’s. A soft sob escaped her now unoccupied lips, silently debating whether or not she should put the glasses back on. But the “no” argument quickly won her over. She stood up slowly, bringing the telepath with her. Luckily she had a vague sense of where that giant, horrid-drawing bearing rock stood and she didn’t need to put her sunglasses back on to find it. However, she almost walked up on it a little too fast, nearly walking straight into it. She got back down on her knees, feeling around with one hand until she found a suitable rock. And then her hand went to the boulder, feeling around for the drawing she’d done years ago. She found it, rubbed her hand all over it to find where it started and ended, and then she moved around to a completely different side. She leaned against the cold rock, her tongue peaking out through parted lips, her teeth biting down gently as she carved into the rock, letting her other hand guide so that the letters weren’t drawn on top of each other. It took a few minutes, but she finished nonetheless. She bit the inside of her cheek, reluctantly putting her specialized shades back on her face before she opened her eyes to look at the drawing. And damn, if it had been any other situation, any other time, she probably would have stomped her feet and swore at the fact that her blinded drawing turned out much better than the one she’d done when she was a teenager! There was a heart, just like last time, but instead of “Kristen & Jean” being carved in, it was “I’m sorry”. And beneath the words were two stick figures, though neither of the figures had sunglasses. She gave Jean a moment to look at it before she took her hands into her own and squeezed them tightly. She gazed into her hazel eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leaned them both against the carved artwork.
”There’s one more thing,” she said quietly, leaning her face in closer to Jean’s as she spoke, ”I’m actually not supposed to tell you, or anybody for that matter. So this stays between you and me, okay?”
She then leaned her forehead completely against the other woman’s then, a full smile finally coming across her lips. This would certainly beat all the bad news, at least for a little while, and it would probably be one of the best things she could ever, ever tell the redhead. The professor had stated that he didn’t want anyone to know yet because Kristen had yet to make a decision, she had hardly had time to really think about it, and while he expressed his confidence with the procedure, he was obviously still a tiny bit concerned. It was hard to contain the sudden happiness, which was reflected in her face, as she drew in a deep breath to begin her explanation, her grip on Jean’s hand becoming a little tighter as she pulled their bodies a little closer to each other, ”But the professor called me into his office not that long ago and he told me that someone he has connections with has some kind of advanced technology. He said that it can be used to correct the damage in my brain. It wasn’t permanent, there was no technology to fix it before.”
She almost pulled Jean into a hug right then and there, but she somehow managed to contain herself, only pulling the other mutant’s hands closer to her, ”If I get it done, I won’t have to wear my sunglasses anymore. I won’t have headaches, I won’t have accidents, I won’t have anything! I’ll be able to control it!”
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A l l these people talking all this s**t about me w h y don't they just let me [ l i v e ? ]
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When Miranda asked what the deal with her twin was, wearing the glasses all the time, she hadn’t expected the explanation that she got. She would have much preferred to get a simple, straight-forward answer, not the ridiculously long, informative one. If she had wanted an oral essay, she would have damn asked for one. She didn’t quite understand what the other woman was saying, about the glasses being an older model and that she was angry for not updated them. That obviously meant that she had made them, didn’t it? Which meant she didn’t just know about her sister, but she knew her. At least that’s what Miranda figured. That’s what Miranda hoped. She started to shake her head in disagreement at the comment about the glasses looking like crap—while she personally wouldn’t wear them, she thought they did look pretty bad a**—but the action was abruptly stopped when the blonde took her hand and held it up to her eyes. Havok blinked, staring at the tanned skin as she went on a scientific rant that she couldn’t even start to understand. Perhaps she should have paid attention in biology instead of talking, flirting and making googly eyes. Oh well, it was way too late to go back and correct that problem. She tilted her head as the other woman spoke, clearly confused about the whole thing. Part of her wanted to interrupt, to say she didn’t have time for a report about her mutation, but who would she be kidding? No one, that’s who. She didn’t have anywhere to go but bed, nothing to do but sleep.
Miranda watched as the woman walked around the hotel room, raising an eyebrow somewhat curiously. She watched as she examined herself, watched as she made sure everything was appropriately placed. The brunette rolled her eyes, crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she walked around the bed and stood behind the blonde. Both of her eyebrows rose once the woman turned around and faced her again, her head cocking to the side. She started to say something, but before she could even part her lips the other woman was running her mouth again. She let out a small laugh at the comment about one of them—her or her twin—being a genetic impossibility. Right, like she believed that. When she mentioned her power lying in her hands, Miranda looked down at the offending body parts and then quickly back up at blonde. It irritated her a small bit when she tried to push the meaning of “optics” and she felt like blurting out that she wasn’t stupid, that she knew what “optics” meant, but she kept her mouth shut. Though, she didn’t keep what she felt off her face. Her lips pushed tightly together and she shifted them to the left side of her mouth. However, the facial expression was quickly wiped from her face when what her sister could do was brought to her attention. So, they had the same ability…only Kristen’s was in her eyes? So that’s what the sunglasses were for. Some kind of block for the devastating blasts that kept her from opening her naked eyes? It made sense now, especially that part about her wearing them at night. To be honest, now she felt a little bad for making such a rude comment about it, but she didn’t let that show. She let out a soft sigh, lowering herself onto the hotel bed, only to rise again as her clothes and suitcases lifted off the ground, her clothes being stuff into their rightful homes in midair, right before her eyes.
She’d come in contact with other mutants before, several of them actually, but she’d never actually seen a telekinetic mutant up close. Her jaw dropped as she watched the display, unable to keep the amazement off her face. And as if it wasn’t already noticeable enough, Miranda may have been in her very early twenties, but she still acted mid-teens at times. This was one of those times.
”That was so cool!” She exclaimed, balling up her fists in apparent excitement. It didn’t even occur to her that she probably looked like a complete fool right then. But right then she didn’t particularly care, either. Miranda turned her head, watching as her suitcases fell to the bed before she turned her attention back to the blonde completely just in time for her to start talking again.
She tightened her arms around her chest, listening as the other mutant made a “deal” with her. She had to choose to continue on her own or go with this woman. While she didn’t really know her, hadn’t gotten time to completely trust her, she knew a lot more than Miranda. And on top of that, the brunette felt somewhat drawn to the other woman, so she didn’t exactly see much reason to turn down the offer of having a companion with her. It beat sitting in traffic alone for hours, the traffic that had forced her back into a damned hotel room. Without a word, Havok grabbed her bags and pulled them off the bed, dragging her feet towards the door and moving passed the blonde mutant carefully as to not bump into her on the way to the door, ”I’ll go with you.”
Shifting the bags around she managed to free one hand, opening the door and then holding it open with her foot as she waited for the older mutant to go out into the hall, ”And…what kind of work has to be done before we go, exactly?”
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I___________ W i l l _______ W r e a k ___________ H a v o k _______ U p o n _________ Y o u __________ . . . . .
T h a t ‘ s __________ M y __________ P r e r o g a t i v e __________ . . . .
They can never take away your [ t r u t h … ]
namexxM i r a n d a S p a r k s
But the question is can you handle [ m i n e ? ]
doingxxS e a r c h i n g F o r M y S i s t e r
Why haven’t I [ h e a r d] from y o u ?
locationxxA l w a y s M o v i n g
All these s t r a n g e relationships really get me [ d o w n ]
lovexxL o v e ?
namexxM i r a n d a S p a r k s
But the question is can you handle [ m i n e ? ]
doingxxS e a r c h i n g F o r M y S i s t e r
Why haven’t I [ h e a r d] from y o u ?
locationxxA l w a y s M o v i n g
All these s t r a n g e relationships really get me [ d o w n ]
lovexxL o v e ?
A l l these people talking all this s**t about me w h y don't they just let me [ l i v e ? ]
aliasxx H a v o k
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When Miranda asked what the deal with her twin was, wearing the glasses all the time, she hadn’t expected the explanation that she got. She would have much preferred to get a simple, straight-forward answer, not the ridiculously long, informative one. If she had wanted an oral essay, she would have damn asked for one. She didn’t quite understand what the other woman was saying, about the glasses being an older model and that she was angry for not updated them. That obviously meant that she had made them, didn’t it? Which meant she didn’t just know about her sister, but she knew her. At least that’s what Miranda figured. That’s what Miranda hoped. She started to shake her head in disagreement at the comment about the glasses looking like crap—while she personally wouldn’t wear them, she thought they did look pretty bad a**—but the action was abruptly stopped when the blonde took her hand and held it up to her eyes. Havok blinked, staring at the tanned skin as she went on a scientific rant that she couldn’t even start to understand. Perhaps she should have paid attention in biology instead of talking, flirting and making googly eyes. Oh well, it was way too late to go back and correct that problem. She tilted her head as the other woman spoke, clearly confused about the whole thing. Part of her wanted to interrupt, to say she didn’t have time for a report about her mutation, but who would she be kidding? No one, that’s who. She didn’t have anywhere to go but bed, nothing to do but sleep.
Miranda watched as the woman walked around the hotel room, raising an eyebrow somewhat curiously. She watched as she examined herself, watched as she made sure everything was appropriately placed. The brunette rolled her eyes, crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she walked around the bed and stood behind the blonde. Both of her eyebrows rose once the woman turned around and faced her again, her head cocking to the side. She started to say something, but before she could even part her lips the other woman was running her mouth again. She let out a small laugh at the comment about one of them—her or her twin—being a genetic impossibility. Right, like she believed that. When she mentioned her power lying in her hands, Miranda looked down at the offending body parts and then quickly back up at blonde. It irritated her a small bit when she tried to push the meaning of “optics” and she felt like blurting out that she wasn’t stupid, that she knew what “optics” meant, but she kept her mouth shut. Though, she didn’t keep what she felt off her face. Her lips pushed tightly together and she shifted them to the left side of her mouth. However, the facial expression was quickly wiped from her face when what her sister could do was brought to her attention. So, they had the same ability…only Kristen’s was in her eyes? So that’s what the sunglasses were for. Some kind of block for the devastating blasts that kept her from opening her naked eyes? It made sense now, especially that part about her wearing them at night. To be honest, now she felt a little bad for making such a rude comment about it, but she didn’t let that show. She let out a soft sigh, lowering herself onto the hotel bed, only to rise again as her clothes and suitcases lifted off the ground, her clothes being stuff into their rightful homes in midair, right before her eyes.
She’d come in contact with other mutants before, several of them actually, but she’d never actually seen a telekinetic mutant up close. Her jaw dropped as she watched the display, unable to keep the amazement off her face. And as if it wasn’t already noticeable enough, Miranda may have been in her very early twenties, but she still acted mid-teens at times. This was one of those times.
”That was so cool!” She exclaimed, balling up her fists in apparent excitement. It didn’t even occur to her that she probably looked like a complete fool right then. But right then she didn’t particularly care, either. Miranda turned her head, watching as her suitcases fell to the bed before she turned her attention back to the blonde completely just in time for her to start talking again.
She tightened her arms around her chest, listening as the other mutant made a “deal” with her. She had to choose to continue on her own or go with this woman. While she didn’t really know her, hadn’t gotten time to completely trust her, she knew a lot more than Miranda. And on top of that, the brunette felt somewhat drawn to the other woman, so she didn’t exactly see much reason to turn down the offer of having a companion with her. It beat sitting in traffic alone for hours, the traffic that had forced her back into a damned hotel room. Without a word, Havok grabbed her bags and pulled them off the bed, dragging her feet towards the door and moving passed the blonde mutant carefully as to not bump into her on the way to the door, ”I’ll go with you.”
Shifting the bags around she managed to free one hand, opening the door and then holding it open with her foot as she waited for the older mutant to go out into the hall, ”And…what kind of work has to be done before we go, exactly?”
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I___________ W i l l _______ W r e a k ___________ H a v o k _______ U p o n _________ Y o u __________ . . . . .
