My test thread. No posting, please.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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 __________. . . .

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

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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iwillbeallthatyouwant

Kristen, now feeling a little bit better now that Jean was smiling, returned the hug tightly. Her own smile widened, her cheek nuzzling lovingly against the redhead’s as she held the embrace. She twisted their bodies back and forth slightly, swaying in the very light breeze that was coming off the lake. When she finally pulled away from the hug, the smile was still across her lips as she took her lover’s hands back into her own and led her around the rock. She took them a small ways around the large lake, to the slab of stone that hung over the body of water like a diving board on a pool. In fact, that’s what she and Jean had used it for back when they were teenagers. She walked up onto it, bring Jean with her as she stepped close to the edge, but not close enough to be in danger of falling if she happened to slip. She’d already been on the verge of hypothermia once; she didn’t need to have it again, especially not out at the lake! She dropped her fiancé’s hands then, rotating her body and standing behind her. She wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging her closely as she rested her chin on Jean’s shoulder.

”I’ve been waiting for that for so long,” she said, her voice soft, sincere, ”To hear that it was wrong, that it could be fixed. I never actually thought I would get that kind of news though, especially not while I’m still this young. I thought that, if I got the news, that it would come later, you know? After we got married and had k—“

Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself, Sparks, she thought as she stopped herself, blinking beneath the shades. She tightened her hold around Jean’s waist and cleared her throat quietly, ”You get the idea.”

After a few moments she retracted her arms back to her own sides and moved back around the telepathic mutant, stepping to the end of the rock. She carefully sat down, letting her long, athletic legs hang over the side of it and dangle over the water. She gently tugged her lover’s hand to get her to sit down as well, and then both of her hands fell into her own lap. She looked out at the lake, her smile becoming smaller but still a noticeable smile nonetheless. Once Jean was at her side she reached over and took her hand again, her head turning slightly to face the love of her life.

”I feel bad all the time because I’m confined to these stupid glasses,” her voice had taken that quiet tone again as the smile twisted down into a small frown, ”Every time I see you trying to find my eyes, it kills me. It kills me that you’ve never seen my eyes, not even a glimpse at them.”

She swallowed hard, forcing down the lump that was trying to form there, taking a deep breath to discourage herself from crying again, especially now that Jean had smiled again, ”When we’re out in public and I see all the other couples standing around, looking at each other, looking into each other’s eyes…a part of me just feels awful. It feels like I’m being unfair to you, like I’m holding you back and that I’m not worthy of you because you’ve never been able to look at me, look in to me like other people can do to each other. Like I can do to you, even if it’s still a little messed up because of the shades, I can still look into your eyes.”

She took in another deep breath, blinking her eyes quickly to rid of the few tears that had collected. She dropped her gaze, concealed eyes falling onto hers and Jean’s hands. She felt that way every day. Or at least, almost every day. There was hardly ever a full 24 hours that passed without at least a small, single thought about it crossing her busy mind. But she hoped it wouldn’t be that way for much longer. She hoped that after this surgery, she would never have to go back to that mind set again. She would be able to look into her fiancé’s eyes with her naked ones, Jean would be able to look into her blue eyes—everything would be how it should have been from the beginning. With that thought, her frown slowly turned to a tiny smile, her hand squeezing the telepath’s as her attention went back to the other woman’s face, ”But it won’t be that way anymore. I mean, not that I want to be like everyone else in any other sense…but it would be nice to have that aspect, you know? It’s really important to me that you can see my eyes. It might sound stupid, but that’s really, really important to me.”

But before she could further fantasize about what it was going to be like after the surgery, she knew she had other things to do. For one, she needed to make a solid decision; a well thought out decision. They were talking about brain surgery, risky surgery, and she needed to be completely sure that she was willingly to go through with it, ”The Professor didn’t want me to say anything because he wanted me to think it over first, but…I don’t want to make this decision without you. This is a big deal, a really big deal, and your opinion, your input…it’s really important. I wanted to talk to you about it first, I wanted to make sure you’re okay with it. It’s great that it can be done, and I’m excited, but it is brain surgery. I’d like you to make the decision with me, Jean.”

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i'llbewithyouforever

T h e s e __________________ E y e s _________________ C a n _______________________K i l l...

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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 __________. . . .

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

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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iwillbeallthatyouwant

When Jean told her that she never wanted her to feel like Kristen didn’t deserve her, the corners of the brunette’s mouth twitched into a frown for a very, very brief moment. How could she not feel like she didn’t deserve her? Only a few minutes ago she had done the next worse thing to her than cheating; lying and keeping things from her. Sure, part of it wasn’t her fault. The Professor had originally lead Jean to think Kristen had only had only foster family and at the time, Kristen wasn’t in the right mind to correct it or tell Jean differently. But everything else, that was all on her and she felt horrible about it and she would feel that way for a long, long time. And she would continue to feel it long after Jean forgave her. But as Jean continued talking, Cyclops’ lips curled into a smile, and a big one at that.

She laughed with Jean when she made the comment about beating up all the doctors. That was her Jean, always there for her. She squeezed her fiancé’s hand tightly right before the other woman removed her hand from hers and put them on her cheeks. Kristen’s smile widened and at the last words that the telepath spoke, she could once again feel tears stinging at her eyes. Luckily though, it wasn’t enough to make them fall and they soon disappeared, no longer a threat. The brunette in turn reached up and gently cupped Jean’s cheeks and leaned forward, pressing her lips against the other girl’s softly at first and then slowly getting deeper. But she didn’t hold it long, just long enough to properly convey the silent thank you, ”I love you too, so much. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much ‘so much’ is.”

She leaned in and kissed her fiancé again, pressing her forehead against the twenty-two year old’s, ”And…if at all possible, I want you at my side during the surgery. Even if I don’t know you’re there, I want you to be there with me. It would mean a lot to me.”

Then, she turned her attention back out to the vast, beautiful body of water before them as she slowly lowered her hands from the older woman’s face. She looked directly below, just passed her feet and a smile cracked even bigger over her face as she remembered what she’d done while standing in pretty much that very spot. She was surprised the Professor hadn’t scolded her for doing it, or for what Jean had done afterwards, but she was glad he hadn’t. She had been so proud of herself, felt so accomplished that she had used her mutant ability to part the lake for the love of her life. But back then, she hadn’t even known that she and Jean would be where they are now in just a few years from that day.

”I wonder if I could still part the lake for you, because, you know, I don’t like you that much anymore. I love you that much,” she smiled as she looked over at the other woman, taking a jab at the words she’d used when she was younger. She ran her tongue lightly over her upper lip as she contemplated it. The layout of the lake had changed slightly over the years, a dam had been put up, and various other, much smaller things had happened to it. The dam could definitely put a stump in her plans. If her blast were to hit it, it wouldn’t last; she knew that. And if the dam were to bust, they’d be in a s**t ton of trouble. Though, after a few moments of examining the lake she found the perfect angle in which she could do it. With a grin she stood up and brought Jean with her; luckily that angle was exactly where she was standing, provided she moved to the left just a little bit. And she did, aligning herself with the perfect shot down the center of the lake. It wouldn’t come anywhere close to the dam. She reached up and practically tore the shades off her face, letting the red beam that erupted out of her open eyes rip through the water. It cut through just as easily as it had the first time, parting the water completely and revealing the pebbly bottom, along with some bigger rocks that hadn’t been there before. She held it quite a while longer than she had when she was a teenager, seeing as how it didn’t exhaust her as badly anymore now that she was used to shooting them. After giving the display a little while longer, Kristen put the ruby quartz sunglasses back on her nose and then turned to look at the redhead.

”I guess I can,” she grinned as she wrapped her arms around the other girl quickly and twirled them around all the while moving them away from edge of the rock so that the water snapping back together from the separation wouldn’t splash them.

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i'llbewithyouforever

T h e s e __________________ E y e s _________________ C a n _______________________K i l l...

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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Kristen smiled as Jean nuzzled her neck, turning her head slightly so she could gently kiss the forehead of the older girl. She slid her other arm around her waist as well, pulling the telepath in front of her with a grin. She knew the remark about it being “beautiful” was a lie; there was no doubt in her mind about that. There was no way a girl as smart as Jean thought that mess was beautiful. But either way, what mattered was that Kristen could tell that she liked it despite the brunette’s severe lack of artistic ability. She liked Jean, she liked her a lot and what made that drawing all the better was that it was permanent, just like she hoped their relationship would be. Sure, it had only been a few weeks since they’d gotten together, and they had just had their first kiss, but Kristen had had feelings for Jean for a long time, long before they got together. Even when they were just friends, Kristen had felt a strong, strong connection that was constantly growing stronger and stronger. Honestly, she wondered if her redheaded girlfriend felt the same way, but she was too afraid to ask. She was afraid that she’d scare her by bringing it up so soon, and Kristen didn’t want to push the older girl away.

Cyclops, both of her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, carefully kicked her legs and maneuvered them far away from the rock that she’d just carved in. After getting their bodies moving enough, she stopped kicking her feet and let the smooth, slow movement of the water itself carry them to her intended destination. As they floated, she let her lips press against Jean’s forehead a few times, then both of her cheeks, and finally her lips. She kissed those beautiful, thin lips over and over again even as the water got more and more shallow. After a few moments, she could feel the pebbles of the shore lightly scraping against her back. The shoreline stopped them from floating, instead leaving Kristen on her back against the rocks and Jean on top of her, the brunette’s arms tightening around her petite waist. She didn’t mind feeling the redhead on top of her, it wasn’t like they hadn’t laid like that before. Well, maybe not with Jean directly on top of her, but she’d had at least half of her body on top of Kristen’s before while they snuggled and watched movies.

She kissed the telepath’s lips again before she carefully dropped her head against the pebbles underneath her and smiled up at the other teen. She let her hands slide up and down her slightly toned back until finally coming to rest on her upper back, near her shoulders, ”You know, now that we’re on our first date…I think it’s the appropriate time for me to tell you how I feel.”

Her cheeks gained a pink hue then, her smile getting bigger but at the same time it showed the sudden bit of shyness that had taken over. Of course Jean knew how she felt, otherwise they wouldn’t be together! But that didn’t mean she knew the extent of Kristen’s feelings, or how long they’d been there. If she did, they’d have a problem, because that would mean that Jean had invaded her mind and gotten the information. The only person she’d ever told her feelings to had been the redhead herself, and what she hadn’t said to the older teenager had been kept completely to herself.

Kristen let her hands wrap loosely around the telepathic mutant’s neck as her concealed eyes stared up into Jean’s hazel ones, ”I’ve felt…really…connected to you, I guess you could say, since we met. I instantly felt like I could trust you, and that you wouldn’t turn your back on me like everyone else. You’re my first and only best friend, and I’m glad for that because you’re a really, really great girl.”

She let her fingers gently tickle the back of Jean’s neck as her smile got a bit bigger, if that was even possible, and her blush got darker, ”And…I kinda may have liked you for a long time before we got together.”

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...but it feels so right.

I'll live for you.
I'll breath for you.
I'll cry for you.
I'll die for you.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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 __________. . . .

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

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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iwillbeallthatyouwant

Kristen held onto Jean tightly as the water finished up its last waves and ripples, disrupted by the massive blast that had disturbed its quiet life. So much had changed since she’d last let her unhindered her optic beam tear through the water, both with her life and with her abilities. She and Jean had been through so much, both good and bad—and survived every bit of it, and were still going strong. Hell, she couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t be going strong, especially when she practically fell in love with Jean over again every morning, every day. And her powers were still quite the burden as far as the sunglasses went, but as far as actually using them it was no longer a problem unless she held the blast for any longer than she just had. When she was a teenager, she could only hold her unhindered blast for a few seconds before getting a headache or getting extremely dizzy; so dizzy that she could pass out or throw up. Thankfully it took a lot more to rattle her now, otherwise Jean could very well have had to drag her unconscious body back to the car and then drove them back herself. They couldn’t have that happening, now could they?

Cyclops followed Jean as she made the relatively short stride to the edge of the rock. Before Jean had even started putting the mid-air rock formation together, a huge grin had already made itself at home on her young, tanned features. She remembered all those years ago when she had made the optic display, immediately after Jean had tried to do what Kristen assumed was this very thing. The redhead had gotten upset when she couldn’t do it, but Cyclops hadn’t cared. She was curious as to what the other girl had been trying to do, but even the small bit that the telepath had done amazed her. Still to this day, her future wife’s ability amazed her, there was no doubt about that. Luckily, she’d learned long ago not to focus on Jean in situations such as missions or in the Danger Room—at least not to focus on her powers. She had to be alert, making sure Jean and everyone else was kept safe. She’d learned that the hard way as a teenager.

Her smile only widened right before her jaw dropped at the huge rock sphere floating over the lake, reflecting in it like an unlit moon. She was completely amazed and she wasn’t going to hide it, either. It was fascinating, to say the very least. And what was even better than that was when the small planet flattened and morphed into a stone heart. She tightened her arm around Jean’s waist, though careful not the distract her, and then tightened it more as the rocks fell back to their rightful spots.

”That was amazing,” she grinned, returning the quick kiss with one of her own just before she was dragged down the rock with Jean’s announcement that she wanted to “try something”. Her laugh echoed the redhead’s as she ran with her, almost tripping herself over a few of the rocks. She blinked though, when she realized where exactly her lover was taking them. It was the rock again, the one she’d just carved a new picture into. She was confused for only a second until the telepath telekinetically picked up a rock. And then Kristen smiled, now knowing what the other woman was going to do. She was curious as to what she was going to do, but she turned away and didn’t look as the rock began to carve into the boulder by itself, Jean’s hands not touching it. Her wife-to-be hadn’t looked when she drew her first drawing, so Cyclops returned that and didn’t look at Jean’s first rock drawing. When she felt the older woman step back and join her side, the brunette turned around. The arm around her waist and the head that laid on her shoulder only made it better as she looked at the newly-carved picture in the rock. The engagement ring that she had had custom made for the beautiful woman at her side had been drawn—very, very well at that—along with the today’s date, the date of their engagement. She detected the nervousness in Jean’s voice and she turned her head, bringing her hand up and lifted her fiancé’s chin, kissing her as gently as possible before she pulled away with a smile, ”I love it, baby.”

And she wasn’t lying, not in the least bit. She did love it, and she loved that Jean had finally added her own input to their rock. She pulled the other mutant into a full on embrace, holding her tightly. She let one arm rest behind her shoulders while the other one fell around her lower back, just above her waist. Her lips sought out Jean’s thin ones, and claimed them in a passionate kiss. She tilted her head to the side, pressing her lips in deeper as her hand closest to the telepath’s neck slid up to the back of her neck, her fingers entangling themselves in the deep, red hair but careful not to pull it and hurt her wife-to-be. But she didn’t let her tongue invade the home of her fiancé’s pink muscle, instead just using her lips, letting them caress the soft, pink skin of Jean’s. She let that go on for a while—a few minutes, even—as she didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to let go of the love of her life, even if it meant that they could go home. She liked—no, loved—the lake, and she could stay out here forever with the other woman. But eventually she did have to pull away, but not without a few, quick kisses and a smile.

She turned their bodies so that they were facing out at the lake again, her hand rubbing up and down her lover’s back gently. She knew they should probably go back to the mansion, Kristen had a class to teach soon and she had been doing quite a good job of not missing it and leaving the young students hanging. Though, this was a special occasion and she’d be forgiven. But still, she wasn’t sure if Jean had anything to do and she certainly didn’t want to be the cause of her being late for anything. So, with an inward sigh, she looked over at the older mutant, ”You ready to head back to the mansion? I think an announcement and a celebration is in order, don’t you think?”

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T h e s e __________________ E y e s _________________ C a n _______________________K i l l...

[Ultimate Cyclops]

J e a n xxG r e y || K i t t y xxP r i d e || K r i s t e n xxS p a r k s

“Hey, Kitten!” Jean Grey beamed, leaning her head back against the head rest of the passenger seat and laying her hand on her beloved’s clothed thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “It’s Jean. And Kristen, too, since I’ve got you on speaker.”

"Hey Kit-Kat!" Kristen said happily as she pulled out of the makeshift parking lot and slowly got onto the long, winding road. Once she'd straightened the car onto the street she smiled and reached down, putting her hand over the one resting on her tight.

Katherine, or “Kitten” and “Kit-Kat” as she had been so aptly nicknamed by the couple on the other end of the line, was extremely disappointed that it was not her beloved fiancé calling her. But she put on a brave face, for no one’s benefit in particular, seeing as she was on her own in the male’s room, and gave the older mutants the respect they deserved anyway. ”Hi guys. Didn’t you have one of those campaign things today, Jean?”

The mention of the political even did not fail to stir some of the upset the redhead had felt earlier when the Senator had mentioned the “little girl from Illinois who could walk through walls”. She swallowed the memory though, forcing herself to put that smile back on as the answered the seventeen year olds question. “Yeah, I did. Kristen was waiting for me out the front.”

Kristen wrapped her fingers around Jean's hand and squeezed gently, her smile never faltering as her eyes constantly shifted from the road to Jean, "Yeah, I drove up this morning and met her up there. I wanted to surprise her! That's why I told you to tell the others my classes were canceled this morning and afternoon."

“Aww, how sweet.” ShadowCat cooed when she heard that Kristen had driven all the way up to Washington just to pick her girlfriend up after the campaign. She knew it wasn’t so unusual though, considering she had been living with the mutants for a lot of her life and was constantly hearing tales of what cute thing one did for the other. For a few horrifying seconds they young mutant had the truly awful feeling that she had forgotten to tell someone that the brunette would not be attending any of the classes she taught at the school, but she didn’t have to suffer too long before she recalled having that very conversation with Orin, who had graciously agreed to cover a few of the said lessons.

The telepath looked to the beautiful woman behind the wheel of the vehicle and smiled; yeah, that was Cyclops, the sweet, considerate one. “Is Lance there yet, Kitten?” the older mutant wanted to know, having grown quite fond of the earth-mover and not wishing to exclude him from the conversation if he was, in fact, by Katherine’s side. Jean had never seen Shakedown acting irresponsibly, nor had she heard about him touching the ghost girl inappropriately, or pressuring her into doing something she wasn’t ready for – though, she had been informed of a few cases where the two of them had been so lost in sensations and new found love that it had been a very close call. Any other guy with access to someone with Kitty’s body, one which would not be misplaced on a runway despite her insistence that she was gaining weight, would have taken advantage of her already, not promised to hold out until the honeymoon. He was also quite understanding when it came to the blind teen’s mood swings and bouts of depression, and had even made her quite a bit happier in the last month, anyone with two functioning brain cells would have noticed the drastic change it Kitty’s mind set by now. And it was that liking for the twenty-six year old mutant that resulted in Jean’s disappointment when Katherine Pryde answered, gloomily, that he had not yet returned from the Freedom Force’s hangar. “I’m sure he’ll be there soon, sweetie.”

Kristen, on the other hand, still had her cautions about Lance. She was grateful that he made the younger brunette so happy and practically threw her away from her bouts of depression and into more happier mindsets, but that didn’t mean she liked him. She’d only been a little nicer to him over the past month because of Kitty’s engagement to him and Jean’s gentle urging that she should try and get along with him. It had officially been three weeks since she’d punched the earth manipulator and two weeks since she’d argued with him. To her, that seemed like quite the accomplishment despite what anyone else had thought. Too bad she couldn’t say the same about Logan. She’d gotten into a physical altercation with the clawed one just a few days ago. Which then again, she really had no discouragement from fighting with Logan. In fact, she’d be quite surprised if Jean were to stop her from slapping, tackling, or yelling at Logan. Kristen played gently with the ring on her fiancé’s finger, smiling as she spoke,”Yeah, you know how some missions can go, honey. He won’t stay away from you longer than he has to.”

The twenty-two year old flashed her fiancé a grateful smile, because she despite her reluctance to accept the Freedom Force fighter into the “family” she was still very considerate of you former X-Men-in-training’s feelings about him. She understood that her beloved had been making quite the effort to get along with, if not make friends with, the older male mutant and Jean certainly appreciated it, and though Kitty never said anything about it she was sure the teenager did, too. The redhead raised her eyebrows accusingly when her young bride-to-be started fiddling with the engagement ring she had proposed to her with, wondering if she was perhaps trying to persuade her into tell Kitty the wonderful news. But, despite her eagerness to speak to ShadowCat, what the two of them were doing now, by not mentioning what they had actually called her to say, had started to seem like a game on tennis with neither of them wanted to lose. “We’re on our way home right now, Kitten.”

Kristen grinned at the raised eyebrows of her wife-to-be, continuing to play with the small piece of jewelry encircling her finger. Because there were no other cars on the road, and she’d gotten pretty good at being able to take her attention away from the road for a short period of time before she started to feel like she was wandering the streets, the brunette leaned over and gently kissed her redheaded lover’s cheek. She rubbed her thumb over the back of Jean’s hand, planting another kiss before she finally turned her attention back to the road for a moment. But that didn’t last long, because after another moment she was looking back at the telepath, unable to keep the grin out of her voice, ”Kitty, we have something to tell you.”

“Well, what are you, like, waiting for? Just tell me already!” The sightless teenager laughed, keen to hear whatever news Kristen and her girlfriend had for her, sitting up once more and pulling her knees up to her chest.

Jean smiled at the love of her life as she took her eyes briefly from the empty road to give her two quick kisses on her closet cheek. “Well, sweetie,” she laughed at the enthusiasm in the young girl’s voice, “Kristen came up to Washington to do more than just pick me up…” she trailed off, looking at the leader of the X-Men as if to say “Tag. You’re it.”

Seeing the look on Jean’s face, Kristen gave her a playful glare but the smile never left her lips. She could feel the excitement and happiness welling back up in her chest just as it had when she was coming up on the final moments of being Jean’s girlfriend. She didn’t know that giving the news to the others would be as exciting as actually proposing, but now she realized that she was just as excited. She wanted to flaunt it off, she wanted to show everyone how much she loved Jean. So, beaming, she finally said it, ”Jean and I are getting married.”

And, with that finally said, Kitty screamed. Well, actually it was more like a truly overjoyed squeal; Kristen and Jean were getting married! After… she didn’t even know how long, since they had been together before she had arrived at the mansion, they were finally going to tie the knot! “Oh my God, you guys!” she shrieked happily, practically bouncing up and down on her fiancé’s bed. “That is, like, soooo great! Congratulations!” Of course the seventeen-year-old was ecstatic for the two of them, even though she now had a bet to settle.

Kristen let out a happy laugh, which probably would have been an excited squeal as well if she could trust Jean and Kitty not to tease her about it—which she didn’t, with Jean and couldn't help but give her fiance's hand a squeeze that showed her excitement, her happiness, "Thanks! Don't tell anyone else though, okay Kit-Kat? We wanted you to be the first to know. We'll tell everyone else when we get back."

She sped the car up a bit, but still kept it a little under the speed limit due to all the ice and snow on the roads. It would be a little while before they made it back to their former home, especially with said weather conditions present, "We'll be at the mansion in a little while, we'll talk to you when we get there. Bye Kitty!"

And after Kitty and Jean had both exchanged goodbyes, Kristen slid the phone closed and carefully dropped it back into Jean's brief case before leaning over and giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

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Miranda couldn’t help but smirk at the other woman’s arrogance. The “luxury of her company”. The brunette had to admit, only to herself, that the behavior was kind of hot. She would openly admit to being a bit conceited herself, as she didn’t see anything particularly wrong with it, but this woman seemed to flaunt said trait more so than Miranda ever had. Of course, some could probably disagree but what did they matter? Nothing, that was what. Though, that thought did spark a bit of homesickness in her. It had been forever since she had left her hometown, and to be honest she did miss it a small bit. Despite the way they had acted towards her, she missed her adoptive family and she missed the poor ******** she’d constantly tormented through middle school in high school. Yep, that was Miranda Christine Sparks. The school bully. She’d gotten suspended more times than she could count, had been threatened with expulsion, and had had to attend alternative school more than once. She was a quiet, innocent, weak kid’s worst nightmare and though her parents knew exactly what she did, they never failed to defend her when it came down to punishment.

It wasn’t until her bags were being lifted off her figure that she realized, before the woman even reminded her, that she had forgotten to change. She’d forgotten to even put on shoes or a jacket, so when the blonde wrapped Miranda in her jacket, she was mostly grateful. There was a part of her that felt bad, because it now meant that the older mutant was jacketless. But then again, she was more appropriately dressed than Havok was, so she justified keeping the jacket over her shoulders with that logic. She blinked at the woman’s comment about getting sick from flight. What did that mean? They couldn’t fly, she had a car in the parking lot that she was not willing to leave behind! She opened her mouth to protest the idea of taking a flight to New York, but before she could the woman was talking again and this time it was to introduce herself. Euphoria Solstice; the mutant had a beautiful name, beautiful just like the woman herself. The fact that she was admiring the blonde was the only thing that kept a comment, or any questions, about Euphoria knowing her life story in her own head. And then came the unexpected exclamation of,”Hey wait!”.

But by the time Miranda had turned her head to look at the man behind the counter, he was fast asleep with the simple movement of the blonde mutant’s finger. She held her jaw in place, keeping it from dropping as the doors in front of them swung open and sent a flood of cool air into the hotel. Thankfully there was a jacket around her, because certain things were becoming noticeable and would be even more so without the covering. But when she saw the slightest indication of being cold on the blonde’s personage, Miranda didn’t hesitate to shrug off the jacket and stepped up to the other woman, sliding it over her shoulders and gently patting it without a word. Havok stood beside Euphoria as she spoke, listening intently and much more interested than she had been with the scientific speech back in the hotel room. She was pretty astonished hearing that she was the owner and founder of a company such as that, and at the fact that this woman was on the bachelorettes list. A small grin crossed over her lips in that knowledge, but she did her best to suppress it. She crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight onto her left leg as she turned her gaze to Euphoria. That bit of information only brought more questions to the twenty-one year old’s mind, but she decided to keep them to herself until later. And she was glad she did, because before she knew it, something else was going on. She blinked and raised both of her thin, perfectly groomed eyebrows as the blonde retrieved a small device from her pocket and pressed down on a transparent red button. And though the other events hadn’t been expected, either, this one took the cake. She had not expected, in the tiniest bit, a jet to fade into view as an apparent…stealth technology wore off of the large aircraft. And it wasn’t a normal jet, either. It had a weird shape, a weird color to it, like something you would see in some stupid cartoon. She was so taken off guard by the appearance of the plane that she’d hardly heard what Euphoria had asked of her and leading her to reply with something that sounded between a “hm” and an “uh huh”.

She had no true fears of anything, or so she liked to think, so when Euphoria reiterated that she hoped Miranda wasn’t scared of heights, the blast-shooting mutant was able to give her a genuine shake of her head. She’d been on planes plenty of times in her life, anyway. It wasn’t like this flight would be any different, right? She hoped not. Succumbing to her curiosity, Miranda broke away from the blonde mutant’s side and wandered around the perimeter of the jet, looking it over at every angle that she possibly could. It was an awesome aircraft, there was no doubt about that even if it did have a funny shape. She touched the side of it, letting her hand rub over the smooth surface before she stepped back and looked at the whole thing again. But before she looked back over at the woman who’d been sent to fetch her, she glanced over at her red Honda that was parked not too far down from where the jet was, not too far from where they were standing. She drew in her bottom lip and chewed on it lightly, her eyes dancing back and forth between the jet and her car. She really didn’t want to leave her vehicle unattended in this parking lot until she could come back and get it, and who knows when that would be.

”I have a car here that I can’t—won’t—leave behind,” she told the blonde as she dropped her arms back down to her sides and pointed at the Accord a small ways down the parking lot, ”What do I do about it?”







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Kristen pulled her burning arms away from the handles of the weight-lifting machine, her breaths heavy as she leaned her body over to ease her slightly strained back. It wasn’t that her body couldn’t handle it, because it damn well could, but it was because of the way she forced the workout on herself when she was upset, or in this case angry. She forced it to take on more than it should, and thus she would end up in pain for about thirty minutes or so before her body worked everything out and eased off. She could thank her years of weight-lifting, track running, and other various activities for that. Magneto had some ******** nerve sending his damn reject cronnies to attack her team, her X-Men. Of course, this didn’t mean in any way that she regretted going to Washington to meet—and propose—to Jean, it just meant that she regretted not waiting until another time to send Logan out to train the newest students. But she couldn’t take back her decision, and now she had to deal with the consequences it had lead on. However, they weren’t that bad, which eased her mind a little bit. Rogue and Brielle hadn’t been seriously injured, and neither of them had wanted to make a trip to the infirmary so Kristen, against her better judgment, had let it pass and sent them to class with Storm who had luckily not been injured, either. She wasn’t exactly sure where Gambit had run off too, but although she was slightly concerned about the other female X-Man, she wasn’t going to let it bother her. The only true problem with the whole situation had been Logan. She had been unconscious when they arrived and had been rushed off to the infirmary. Kristen wasn’t sure how serious the injuries were, but Logan had her own healing mechanism, so Cyclops had been a little upset when Jean had to run off to the medical ward to treat her.

But fortunately, it gave her enough time to blow off some steam at the audacity Magneto had and get ready for her gym class. She climbed off of the machine and stood up, grabbed her towel off the hand rail of the treadmill beside her and wiped the beads of sweat from her face and dabbed it against her tank top covered chest and neck. She then let the cloth rest in a “U” shape around her neck, draping over her shoulders as she made her way out of the weight room and into the locker room where she had left the outfit she had worn to Washington. There were a few students littered about the room, some that waved at her and others that ignored her or gave her an awful look. Of course, those were the ones she had recently given two weeks of car cleaning and waxing for bad behavior in the leadership class that she taught in the mornings. One of the students had been given kitchen duty on top of that for a week’s duration because of her blatant disrespect towards Jean and Orin. If there was anything that Kristen did not tolerate, it was disrespect of anyone by the students. These students were here to learn control, to train to join the team, but most importantly to learn tolerance. The mutant community could not even begin to get the respect they deserved in the eyes of the public if part of the mutant population didn’t have morals, fought with one another, and didn’t practice what they preach. If mutants couldn’t accept each other, no one would accept them. With that, Cyclops was very serious when it came to the students acting in such ways.

Kristen opened her locker, the locker she had had since she was a teenager and the one that was still right beside Jean’s. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at it, remembering all the times that she had slipped little notes in the cracks of the door or into the little skits that had been crafted in the top center of the metal. Even after they had made their relationship known to their peers she had continued to sneak the notes into the older mutant’s locker, simply because she liked surprising her or giving her something to look forward to in gym class. It seemed like such a long time ago, so much had happened to them since then. They’d graduated and Jean had gotten a medical degree, Kristen had started a degree in physical therapy but quit to teach at the institute full time. Jean had started her mutant rights campaign, disrupting their formerly inseparable lifestyle. They’d lost comrades, welcomed new ones, and said goodbye to old ones for various reasons. They’d been through two near-death experiences and had moved out of the X Mansion. And now they were engaged to be married. She could hardly believe how far they’d come. All the peers that had ever said that they’d never make it had had their words shoved down their throats big time. Kristen couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces, especially Logan’s stupid a**. Logan had been the very start of every single anti-Jean and Kristen remark, had been the start of all the doubts that had ever circled them. Luckily by now they both new not to listen to her, but the same couldn’t be said for some of their peers back then and their students now. Though, Logan had moved on to worse things than trying to convince others that Cyclops and Jean weren’t going to last. It often led to verbal attacks on each other, Jean and herself tag-teaming Logan, or even physical altercations that were mostly between Kristen and Logan, but had once or twice involved Jean.

Cyclops twisted the locker combination and opened the creaky metal door, pulling her water bottle from the top shelf. She twisted off the cap and poured the still relatively ice cold liquid straight down her throat. Three-fourths of a bottle later, the brunette sat it back in the locker. Her smile was back across her lips, the high from being a newly engaged young adult breaking through the anger that Magneto had sat on her by his actions.


”You guys ready for class?” she asked the students that had waved at her, never glancing in the direction of the disobedient students. She was afraid she’d laugh in their faces if she saw them glaring at her one more time.

”Yes ma’am. What are we doing today?” one of the girl’s asked as she shut her locker and stood up on a nearby bench so that she could look over the row of lockers and actually see the athletics teacher talking to her.

”We’re continuing the gymnastics unit from last class. But this time, we’re doing doubles,” the optic blast-shooting mutant said as she turned around to face the student, “so I’m bringing Dr. Grey in to help show you guys how to do it properly.”

With the last part of the sentence she could hear one of her detention dwellers snickering and another one making gagging noises, but she ignored it and kept the smile on her face, which despite the girls’ immaturity, wasn’t hard to do. She wasn’t going to give the kids the satisfaction of even a simple glance in their direction.

”Oh cool. Do we get to pick our own partners, or are you doing it?” the young mutant asked as two other girls joined her side, one of them whispering in her ear and then the girl’s eyes widened as if she’d forgotten something important, “Oh! We heard about what happened, sort of. Is Miss Logan okay?”

Kristen nodded, a little irked at the mention of Logan. Yeah, Wolverine was a teammate, a great teammate at that, but that didn’t mean that it took all the shade-wearing mutant had in her to tolerate the damned woman. She plucked her previous outfit out of her locker, draping them over her forearm before crossing her muscular arms over her chest, “Yeah, she’ll be fine. Dr. Grey is treating her right now. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to go back upstairs before class starts. I’ll see you in a bit.”

And with that, Cyclops bumped her shoulder against the door of her metal cabinet and shut the door before walking out of the room and towards the elevator.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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Kristen wasn’t all that surprised at Jean’s confession that she, too, had liked Cyclops a while before they had gotten together. Even weeks before the brunette had asked the older mutant out, she could tell that they both felt something towards each other. But Kristen had waited what could have easily been a month or two because she wasn’t completely sure. She knew—for the most part—what she felt, and she could tell that the redhead liked her too, but she had still been insecure in her ability to tell what exactly the older teenager had thought, and had been ridiculously afraid that Jean would turn her down. So she waited until it was more than obvious that they were both attracted to one another and that they both wanted, or at least welcomed the idea of, a relationship. Though it had been a long wait for her, to sort out her own feelings, to make sure it wasn’t just a girl crush that came from Jean being her own true friend, the wait had been more than worth it. She was pretty sure the relationship would be less than enjoyable if they were both still so unsure of what they really felt. But at least now they did know, and everything was going great except for that fact that they still had to hide the fact they were a couple from everyone else. Or rather, they didn’t have to, but to avoid the consequences that could follow, they chose to keep it under wraps for the sake of their sanity.

Kristen let her strong arms slowly fall from around Jean’s neck, instead moving them to wrap around her trim waist and holding her close. Her smile never left her face, instead it grew bigger as she lifted her head off the ground and gently kissed the soft, pink lips of her older girlfriend. But this time she wasn’t as interested in making out as she had been before. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was more of the desire to just be close to Jean and that didn’t require a hardcore make out session. So she decided instead to slide her hands to the telepath’s hips, letting her elbows press against the rocks to prop up her body, never breaking the kiss as she did so. As her figure moved the rocks beneath her shifted in awkward ways, but she was willing to sacrifice a little bit of comfort if it meant she could kiss her girl. And that’s exactly what she did, or rather continued to do, as she closed her eyes beneath the specialized sunglasses. Her lips were both gentle and affectionate as they caressed Jean’s, her hands moving around the redhead’s sides and lower back in a massage-like fashion that she hadn’t even really realized she was doing—it was like her hands had a mind of their own. And when she pulled away, her hands went back to their rightful place on the telepath’s hips as her arms straightened a bit and allowed her to lay back down flat against the rocks.

She laid there for a while afterward, staring up at the beautiful teenage on top of her. If there had been any sort of shyness or embarrassment about Jean laying on her, it was completely gone now. She was comfortable with it, it felt right. She liked it, and anything sexual certainly hadn’t crossed her mind. Right now, it was just the fact that she was so close to the girl she was growing very emotionally, mentally and physically close to. Though she really liked and enjoyed the physical aspect and its now-broken boundaries, the first two were the most important to her. She didn’t feel like she could have a physical connection to the older mutant without a strong emotional and mental bond with her. But all three seemed to be growing every day, and she honestly couldn’t be happier. Jean brought out the best in her that was for sure. She found it hard to be anything but happy when the older girl was around. When they had first met, Kristen was drowning a giant pool of depression that, within a week’s time, Jean had completely pulled her out of and she hadn’t been back to it since then. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t get sad, that what had caused the depression didn’t continue to affect her from time to time, but she never stayed in it very long because as soon as she needed her, the redhead was coming to her rescue.

Cyclops’ smile widened a bit as she thought, and it wasn’t until she felt a slight movement by her still submerged foot that startled her out of her trance. She wrapped her arms completely around Jean’s waist and pulled her against her completely as she looked out at the lake. She was glad she had decided that this would be a good place to come, and she was glad that the telepath hadn’t chosen the movies instead of Alkali. They’d been here a few times, with the Professor or the other mutants, but this was the first time they’d come alone—and as a couple. Alkali Lake was beautiful; nothing but trees and pebbles surrounded it with the occasional boulder that littered the shoreline and one, that she had drawn on, that stuck out from large body of water. Besides her lovely girlfriend, of course, Kristen could not honestly think of anything that was more beautiful than the lake.

”This would be a nice place for someone to get married,” she observed quietly, breaking the comfortable silence between them as her hands rubbed up and down Jean’s back, ”Especially because no one really comes here and it’s pretty far away from anything that could interrupt, like city noise and stuff. It’s perfect.”

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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She was laying on a cold, metal table. She could feel the hard, freezing surface beneath her but she couldn’t feel her limbs. She couldn’t feel her hands, her feet, her arms, her legs…she couldn’t feel anything. She tried to sit up, tried to get off the table but to no avail. She was trapped. Something, some kind of binding was holding her to the table so that she couldn’t move. Her arms were strapped tightly against her sides, her legs bound together as well. She squirmed, panicked, against her restraints and let out a strangled yell, suffocated by exhausted lungs and a sore throat. She could hear voices, several voices. She couldn’t even begin to make out what they were saying though, at least not many of them. She overheard vague details, like “adamantium”, “machine”, and some other miscellaneous words that had absolutely no meaning to her.

”I don’t want to do this,” she managed to get out, though her voice was much too low for anyone to hear. That, or no one was paying attention to her. Angered by this, she grit her teeth and shouted, ”I don’t want to do this!”

But again her attempts were in vain. The people around her, dressed in what could have been gas masks or biohazard suits—she didn’t bother to really look to see what they were—simply stared at her. Some were holding onto what looked like a giant needle connected to a long tube that plugged into a machine that was holding a thick looking gray-blue substance. Others were behind other times of machines, sending hand signals to the ones that were slowly beginning to surround her with the needles. It was then that she started to fight violently against the restraints, trying to get away even as there was a loud boat horn-like sound before she could feel the needles poking into several different places of her body and—“

When she came back in consciousness, the first thing she felt was someone’s curious hand touching her knuckles and the skin between them. Without a second’s hesitation Logan threw her legs over the side of the table, grabbing the person—who she instantly identified as a woman—by the neck and twisting around her so that she was positioned behind the other woman. She forearm pressed hard against her neck, roughly strangling her as the blades in her other hand shot out. She panting, panicked and unaware of her surroundings. She moved the now-clawed hand up against the redhead’s jawline, the sharp tips cutting into her skin enough to draw blood. It took a moment, but she soon realized that she and this woman were the only ones that occupied the room. With that newfound knowledge, she threw the woman to the floor and made a run for it. She dashed through the infirmary doors and out into the hallway.

She twisted around continuously, trying to find her away out of the solid colored corridor. She grit her teeth, her frustration visible on her young features as she searched for the way out. A somewhat off-colored area drew her attention and she went over to it. It was an elevator, and the door slid open smoothly in front of her and allowed her to enter the small, circular room. Her breathing never slowed, it stayed fast and heavy as the wall closed in front of her and the elevator started moving. When it opened again, she was in a wooden corridor. She pressed her back against one of the polished walls, jerking her head left and right continuously. There was no one around, at least not that she could tell. Where was she? What was going on? But before she had time to contemplate it, her keen sense of hearing picked up the faintest of footsteps down the hall and she dived behind a wooden pillar. She slunk around it, avoiding behind seen by the….kids? What were kids doing here?

She ran through the halls, constantly spinning around and trying to find somewhere to go, somewhere to hide. She needed to find a way out, she needed to get away from these people. There was an open door not far away and she made a break for it. She grabbed onto the doorframe and flung herself into the room and upon landing on her feet, she stopped. She blinked, stood up straight, and her breathing stopped it’s ragged pace. The stuff in this room…it was her stuff. The jacket on the chair, the clothes on the bed, the keys on the chest of drawers…all of that was hers. She put her hands on her head, dropping onto her knees and burying her face between them, her back arched over. It was all coming back to her now. This was her room. She was at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, had been for quite a while. The woman in the infirmary, that was Jean Grey, Kristen Spark’s girlfriend, much to Logan’s dismay. It all started flooding back to her, all her memories and thoughts organizing themselves in their rightful places as the disorientation from being unconscious for so long, at least for her, wore off. After a few moments, she stood up, balancing herself on her feet as she turned around and looked out into the hallway, hoping that no one saw her confused display only moments before. Her eyebrows knitted together as her eyes narrowed upon the realization that she owed Jean an apology.

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Okay, so she was a little upset at the fact that Jean had chosen to stay there instead of come with her. Okay, so maybe it was more than a little. But it didn’t matter, at least not right then, because Kristen needed to haul a** as fast as she could back to her car and get the hell out of there. Soon they would be snooping around for the source of the problem, and while the source of the explosion had been the propane tank—the true source couldn’t risk being found. She jogged across the stadium’s parking lot as she stripped off the top of her football uniform and revealing a white t-shirt underneath. She took of the shoulder pads as well, tucking them under one arm. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the sports car, tossing her top and the pads into the passenger seat where Jean would have been sitting if she hadn’t chosen to stand behind. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand why Jean had stayed; she understood fully well. People would ask question, and her fellow X-Man would need to divert attention away from the truth. If the truth got out, they would all be in danger in more than one way and they couldn’t have that. So as the leader of the X-Men, she understood. But as a teenage girl who had the biggest crush on the face of the earth on Jean Grey, she didn’t. But luckily at that moment the X-Men Field Leader side of her was kicked into high gear and forced her to do what she knew was right: getting her a** the hell out of there and fast.

She practically jumped into the driver’s seat of the car and slammed the door shut despite her slightly aching body that had been so brutally beaten by the fallen debris. On the bright side, it could have been much worse; at least right now she could resume normal activities without much pain at all. She shoved the keys into the ignition and fired the vehicle to life quickly. She turned the lights on and buckled her seatbelt, going through the quick, usual checks before she sped out of the parking lot. It was a good thing for her, too, because she could faintly see the flashlights of the police and paramedics searching the debris underneath the falling bleachers.

It seemed like an agonizingly long drive back to the mansion. She knew that Xavier was going to be upset with her, she had that gut feeling she always got when she knew that she’d done something she shouldn’t have. But in this case, it wasn’t exactly her fault. She’d stepped into stop Todd from getting pounded and in turn had her glasses knocked off her face. How could that possibly be turned around and blamed solely on her? She didn’t know, but she was going to be thoroughly pissed if that turned out to be the case. It took even longer than it normally did to get back to Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters because of the severe traffic triggered by the accident at the stadium. But she finally did manage to make it home. She parked the vehicle in its rightful spot in the garage before turning it off, locking it, and going inside. She shrugged off some of the curious, younger mutants and made her way to her room where she closed the door and locked it. She stripped off the rest of her football uniform and took a very quick but surprisingly thorough shower before throwing on a pair of semi-baggy jeans and a white, long-sleeved t-shirt that hung slightly off her muscular upper body. She maneuvered herself to her bed, sitting on the edge of it and putting her face in her palms.

The accident at the stadium had been a nightmare re-lived. It had happened so similar, yet so different, to when her powers had first emerged. It had been at a football game, and they had been provoked by a fight. She didn’t know which one was more catastrophic, but to her, they were both equal in damage. She thought that that had been an accident buried in the lost pages of her life, but she was obviously wrong. It had come back to haunt her. But this time, she had a friend to confide in. A best friend. Hell, there was no word for what Jean was to her. But no matter, the point was that the redhead was there for her and that’s what would make this accident so much easier to deal with than the first one.

With a soft sigh, Kristen stood up and walked over to her door, unlocking it and stepping outside. Instead of waiting in her own room for her telepathic best friend to come home, she opted to sit outside Jean’s room. She sat down right beside the door, hugging her knees to her chest and laying her cheek against her knee as she closed her eyes beneath the sunglasses and waited for the redhead to get home.



And speech looks like this, alright Aimee?
And thoughts look like this, got it Aimee?

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Kristen decided, as she approached the elevator, that she might as well stop by the infirmary on her way up. She could see how Logan, or more importantly Jean, was doing and grab a painkiller to stop her slightly aching muscles. It wasn’t necessarily as painful as it was annoying, and she didn’t want to have slightly strained muscles while trying to teach the students gymnastics with her fiancé. She remembered trying to learn gymnastics with sore muscles, followed by a seemingly endless scolding from her then-girlfriend about pushing herself too hard. She would probably feel better by the time class started, but she wasn’t going to chance it. So, with that decision she pressed the button for the infirmary floor once she got into the circular elevator. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about seeing Logan, but it was her duty as the leader of the X-Men to check on her teammates. That, and she wanted to make sure Jean was doing okay treating the damn woman. She clasped her hands together behind her back after throwing the clothes she was wearing over her shoulder. She waited for the electronic substitution for stairs to carry her to her desired floor and didn’t drop her arms back down to her sides until the door slid open and revealing the cool, metal hallway. As she stepped into the hall, she heard the second elevator down the corridor close and begin humming as it carried whoever had gotten in up to another level. She smiled, figuring that it had been Jean finally finished with Logan and going back upstairs to find Kristen. For a moment Cyclops completely forgot about checking on Logan and getting a painkiller, turning on her heels to get back in to the elevator. But before she could take any advances to get back in, a long string of coughs tore her attention from going back upstairs. And more importantly, who the string of coughs belonged to—Jean. And they didn’t sound like normal coughs, either.

The brunette raised her eyebrow as she turned away from the elevator and started down the hallway towards the door to the infirmary. Once she got within a certain distance from it, the door slid opened and allowed her complete access to the room. She walked inside and immediately noticed that Jean was alone, pressed against the metal work bench near the table where Logan should have been laying. It took Kristen a moment to realized that Jean’s hand was on her cheek, holding gauze against it and rubbing her throat with her other hand. It was at that very moment that Cyclops dropped everything she was holding and ran over to the redhead. She put her hands on the older mutant’s waist and turned her around so that she was facing her, her hidden eyes locking on the bloodshot hazel ones of her wife-to-be. Kristen’s widened slightly for a brief second or two before they turned into narrow slits, her eyebrows knitting together. She slid her right hand across the right side of Jean’s face, her fingers gently grazing over her jaw before her thumb came to rest against the redhead’s cheek, near her nose. She was trying to stay calm, trying not to let the anger that was boiling up show, trying not to show the intense worry that she was feeling. The problem was that despite her attempts to hide it, Jean had known her long enough that Kristen was almost positive that she would be able to see it anyway.


”Jean, what happened?” she asked, her voice shaking with a mix between frantic and something that could easily be a creeping fury. Her eyes dropped to the redness around the neck of her fiancé, a clear sign that she’d been held in a headlock and a tight, rough one at that. Her teeth clenched tightly behind closed lips, her jaw so tight that it almost hurt. She lifted her other hand and let her fingers lightly trace along her throat. Then, she moved it up a little higher and brushed the telepath’s hand away from her cheek and that’s when Kristen saw the blood. Blood that was seeping through three tears in Jean’s beautiful, smooth skin. Three tears that could only be logically caused by the adamantium claws that belonged to a certain mutant.


Logan. I’ll ********] kill that b***h,

She didn’t wait for a reply to the question, instead she moved away from Jean and over to the nearest cabinet. She pulled out a jar of cotton balls and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and some kind of cream that the redhead had used on her cuts before to substitute as a Band-Aid—because who honestly wanted a brown bandage on their face? She made her way back over to her injured lover and opened the jar, plucking a cotton ball from it and then twisting the cap off the plastic bottle of alcohol. She pressed the soft cotton against the opening and titled the bottle, soaking the cotton with the strong smelling liquid. She sat the containers down on the table and looked at the woman in front of her, her voice quiet and as comforting as she could possibly make it, “Be still.”

She was no doctor, that was for sure, but she had been patched up by Jean so many times that she had memorized the basics, this being one of them. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed on it lightly as she brought the white bundle of weak threads to her future wife’s jaw and gently wiped it over the cuts in her smooth flesh. It was a little strange, their positions being switched like this but she didn’t mind it. She liked taking care of Jean; she just wished it wasn’t because her loved one was injured. She couldn’t stand when her second in command was in any kind of pain, and that made rubbing her with the alcohol even more painful for Kristen, despite the fact that it may or may not have been very painful for the redhead. After she’d cleaned the drying blood and had stopped most of the flow of the blood that was still coming, she took another cotton ball and dried to remaining liquid off. Then she sat everything down and grabbed the cream, taking off the top and squeezing a small amount onto her finger. She spread it evenly around the three gashes, halting the bleeding completely and dressing it as well as any band-aid could, minus the annoying bandage. She brushed her fingers off on her sweatpants and then brought both of her hands up to each side of Jean’s neck as to not disturb the newly patched wound and then leaned in, kissing her as gently as she possibly could. When she pulled away her lips were twisted into a frown, but it soon turned into a thin, angry line.

”She has a death wish, doesn’t she? The ******** nerve she has. I’m going to kill her, I swear to God, I’m going to—,” she stopped herself, dropping her hands onto Jean’s shoulders and then sliding them down her arms before taking hold of her fiancé’s hands tightly. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to calm herself, which only worked a little but at least it somewhat worked, “I’m sorry. I saw what she did to you and I kind of lost it in my head.”

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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She leaned her cheek into the hand of her fiancé, smiling even as Jean closed the gap between their lips and kissed her, and it remained even after she pulled away. Kristen was a little surprised to hear Jean defending Logan, but she didn’t doubt her lover’s explanation. Wolverine had animal instincts, that was for sure, and if she had been unconscious the entire travel from Canada back to the mansion that only allowed more time for the disorientation to become enough to fuzz Logan’s mind completely over—thus kicking in those animal instincts. It didn’t happen all too often, and when it did, Jean hadn’t ever been around until now. Jean had never taken the fall of those instincts until now. She had hoped that she never would, but Kristen wasn’t able to protect her this time. Hell, it was the first time that Cyclops hadn’t taken the fall of it. She still had a few—though a very small few—scars on variations parts of her body from said incidents. She felt horrible all of a sudden, and casted her gaze away from her future wife as she shrugged the lab coat off her shoulders and put it where it always hung. She chewed at the inside of her cheek, ashamed that she wasn’t there to protect the redhead from Logan’s attack.

But she was relieved when the subject was changed and instead went to the class that she was supposed to be teaching in just a few minutes. It wasn’t like she had ever been late to a class before, but she hadn’t really wanted to be late this time. She had a lot to go over in that small amount of time allotted for classes. And speaking of that, she still had yet to ask if Jean would come help her do some demonstrations for the class’ doubles unit in gymnastics. Of course, she felt a little bad for asking her now, especially when she had just gone through Logan’s disoriented assault. But at the same time, she had told her class that’s what they would be doing, and she had that whole teacher duty thing to think about too. With an inward sigh, Kristen nodded and took the supplies she had used patch up her lover’s wound, placing them back into the cupboard that she had retrieved them from. She turned back around to face the telepath and smiled weakly, “Yeah. I had something to ask you though.”

She walked away from the medicine cabinet and deviated from her original destination, walking around the metal table and over to where she had left the clothes she had worn to Washington. She picked them up and started back over to the older mutant, setting the outfit down on the table and then moving over to Jean. She put her empty hands on the hips of her wife-to-be, drawing her in close and then wrapping her strong, protective arms around the delicate waist completely, holding the other woman against her own body. For a few seemingly long minutes, Kristen forgot completely about what she was going to ask the older woman. Over an hour ago she had proposed to this beautiful woman, this intelligent, radiant woman, and—besides the new rock carvings and the reenactments of past displays of power—they hadn’t yet been able to celebrate or to spend quality alone time with one another in celebration of, the engagement. She held her tighter, one of her cheeks gently resting against one of Jean’s as she let out a soft sigh that didn’t have any recognizable emotion in it. After those few minutes of just standing with her, she decided that it was probably time she got to class. She pulled away slowly, but before separating the two of them completely she planted another soft, tender kiss on the lips of the telekinetic mutant and finally let a full smile spread across her lips.

” I actually need help in class today. I’m teaching them doubles, and I don’t have anyone to help me out, soo…” she bit her bottom lip, the smile never fading from her young features as she tilted her head innocently, “Would you mind coming and helping me out?”

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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Kristen had figured that she would have to explain to Jean exactly what she would have to do, considering that it was the first time she’d actually taught this specific unit. She had touched on it before, teaching only a few moves and stretches before moving on to something else, but she had never actually gone into the detail she had this time. But none of those moves and stretches had involved doubles. So, because of that, she had never needed anyone to help her demonstrate the moves to her students. Holding her folded clothes in one arm, she wrapped the other around Jean’s waist as she lead her out of the infirmary. The door let them out with an oh-so-familiar whoosh of air, and they were welcomed by a cold metal hallway. Kristen shivered suddenly, her bare arms growing goose bumps in the cool air. She had been so preoccupied with the cough she’d heard, that her earlier time in the hallway hadn’t gotten to her. But now that she was calm and actually with the love of her life, the soft breeze chilled her body slightly. She pulled her second in command closer and led her towards the elevator.

”It’s nothing really difficult, just a few small gymnastic routines,” she said with a smile, pressing the pad of her index finger against the button to call the elevator. It took a few moments for the lift to arrive, but as soon as the doors slid open Kristen quickly urged the two of them inside,”I’ll show you when we get upstairs.”

Kristen let the machine know just which floor to take them too, and then waited quietly as it readied for their climb to their desired floor. She looked over at Jean, a smile spreading across her lips. They’d just gotten engaged only a small while before, and there had definitely not been a date set or even a location talked about, but Kristen couldn’t help but think of their wedding day. She couldn’t help but think of the beautiful telepath in that traditional white wedding dress, standing in front of her as they exchanged vows, rings, and finally a kiss that would seal their life-long commitment. Not that Kristen wasn’t already life-long committed to Jean, but it would be…official. Her grin widened at the thought and she pulled the love of her life into a tight hug that lasted until the doors opened to their floor. She stepped out with Jean in tow and pulled her down the hall and to their former room. There was no way that the redhead was going to be helping her out in the attire she wore to her conference in Washington. Which, reminded Kristen that she still needed to ask about that.

By default, every room in the mansion—occupied or not—held a pair of sweats with an “X” sign on them. She went over to their former chest of drawers and pulled out the pair and laid them out on the bed that they once shared together.

”Change into those,” she said, but before Jean could move to get them Kristen gently took her by her wrists and pushed her down onto the bed. Holding her wrists to the mattress, the shade-wearing mutant leaned over the older woman with a grin, “But first, let me show you what you’ll be doing.”

She put her hand under the older mutant’s thigh and lifted her leg up, pushing it towards her chest, “I won’t do it to you, but what I need you to do is when I’m stretching, you need to pull my arm or leg or whatever I’m stretching in a way that violates my normal range. Okay?”

She let go of her thigh then, and moved to the side of the bed by the telekinetic mutant’s head. ”And then I’ll need you to do some body tension drills. Basically, If I’m doing pushups, you have to try to break my body tension. If you can’t, then you’ll need to pick up my ankles and shake my body to break the tension. If I’m laying on my back, you need to grab me by my ankles and lift me up and I have to stay straight. Anything else, I’ll show you when we get in there so I can explain it to them at the same time. Sound good?”

She smiled at the other woman and then got off the bed, walking over to the door and shutting it, and immediately locked it, ”After you change we’ll head over there. We are soo late.”

[Ultimate Cyclops]

[ K R I S T E N__S P A R K S ]

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Kristen didn’t look at Jean as she was changing, instead finding an interesting spot on the wall to stare at while she waited for the older woman to get into more physical education-appropriate clothing. Of course, she could have looked, Jean wouldn’t have cared, but Kristen chose to be a respectful fiancé and instead turned her head. It had been a month since they had moved out of the mansion and into the large, beautiful house that Kristen had bought for the couple, but being in this room—or simply walking passed it—still brought back memories both good and bad. The first time they made love had been in this room, their first fight had taken place in this room, Kristen had even cried in front of her lover for the first time in this room, and the first time she had had a shoe thrown at her had been in here as well. She smiled to herself, thinking about that specific fight. Back then it hadn’t been funny, and that shoe could have left a bruise wherever it had hit, but now she could actually laugh about it. Hell, she couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about. But no matter what happened from here on in, this room would always be special to her, even if—or when—others were placed in this room later down the road.

When Kristen turned around she immediately detected the nervous expression clouding the redhead’s features. The corners of the brunette’s lips curved downward in a frown momentarily, but she quickly turned them back up, giving the telepath a smile to boost her confidence. Though she didn’t know just exactly what was bothering the older woman, she had a pretty good idea, so when her bride-to-be took hold of her hand and led her out of the room, Kristen leaned down and kissed the love of her life on the top of her head.

”Don’t worry about anything, baby. You’ll do fine. I’m not doing anything complex, just those stretches and maybe a move or two,” she let the other woman into the elevator first and then followed after her. She let the lift carry them to the floor where the gym was located. However, when the doors opened and let them out, the optic blast-shooting mutant didn’t lead them into the gym. Instead, she took them to another part of the floor where she had already set up the mats and everything. It wasn’t even a full building, it was a room set off to the side of the gymnasium with a bunch of windows. When she took over the position of PE teacher, she had changed the room around a lot to go with whatever she was teaching the young mutants. So she used it much more than anyone else had ever used it. As they approached their destination, she could see through the windows that the students were already in there and waiting—just as she had taught them. She smiled over at Jean again before she pushed open the door and walked inside with her beautiful fiancé right behind her.

”I’m sorry I’m late,” she stated as she took a chair from the corner of the room and carried it to the middle of the room, spinning it around so that it faced the class. She motioned for her future wife to take a seat and then took hold of her hand as she shifted her attention back to her class, ”I’m going to need you guys to split up into partners and find a mat. One mat per set of partners, please; no shared mats. Dr. Grey is going to be helping us out today, so I ask that you give her better respect than you give me, understood?”

The statement was only directed at a few of the students, namely the ones already making faces and rude comments at the two of them. The very same ones, plus few others, that she had dealt with in the locker rooms not long before. She ignored them, focusing on the ones that always did exactly what she asked. She waited for them all to get into groups and then a few minutes longer for them to settle on mats the way that she had asked. Once they had done everything that she had asked, Kristen folded her muscular arms over her chest and walked over to the mat that she had laid down for Jean and herself. She sat down in the center, tilting her head to the side, gesturing for the redhead to join her. She stretched out her legs, instructing the students to mimic her as she did the necessary stretches and then waited for all of them to finish up. She had always hated stretching when she was a student because back then, she didn’t understand the importance of it. But now, after studying physical education and the body in general, she understood that everything was done for a purpose and to prevent injury.

When the students were quietly waiting again, or at least some of them, Kristen laid down on the mat on her back and began the explanation of pushing the range of a stretch, ”We need you to do a stretch, any stretch you want. But your partner has to push your range. It’ll be uncomfortable, and it’ll probably burn, but it’s to make you more flexible and less subject to injury. If it doesn’t burn, you’re not doing it right. Now, watch. “

She lifted her straightened leg up, bending the one on the mat so that her knee was in the air. She pulled the lifted leg towards her face, stopping once she was in her comfortable, normal range and then moving her head to the side so that she could see her lover without anything obscuring her view, ”Now, Dr. Grey, I need you to push my leg back further and take me out of my comfort zone and hold it for ten seconds, and then let go. Everyone else do the same, got it?”

[Ultimate Cyclops]

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