Chapter Two- Scott POV


I pushed the autopilot button and stood up. I put my hand on Bobby’’s shoulder, and he looked up. I simply nodded, and he understood. He knew I trusted him.

I looked around; it suddenly came to me that not everyone was there. Rogue and Evan were missing. And so were Beast and Storm. Where were they? What happened during that mission? Where’’s the professor? How long has he been missing? Is he safe? Who’’s behind all this? I had so many questions, but no answers. So much stuff has happened, and my head was getting overloaded. I started to feel dizzy.

Man, I need to get some stuff outta my head.

I needed to talk to someone, but not just anyone. I needed to talk to someone who’’d listen and at least try to understand. There was only one person that I could think of-- Jean.

I couldn’’t find Jean at first; the helicopter was surprisingly quite big. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw something red. Well, actually, everything I see is red. It’’s a little hard to explain, but I guess I saw something a bit redder than red? ……it doesn’’t really make any sense, does it? But still, that’’s what I saw. I saw Jean’’s trademark; her long, silky, soft, fiery red hair. I couldn’’t really see her face because she was half-covered by the shadows.

Why would she want to sit way back over there?

Probably because she just doesn’’t want to be seen or disturbed, a small voice said in my mind. I hesitate, but I walk up to her anyway. I sat right next to her, leaning against the wall. I stole a quick glance at her; I didn’’t want to stare, really. She was crying, or had been crying. She sniffed a couple of times, wiping her tears, and turned away from me. I guess she doesn’’t want me to see her looking so..……vulnerable. But right then, she did look vulnerable. All my problems, and questions suddenly went away.

I wanted to comfort her, to say that everything was gonna be alright. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, and let her know that I’’m here. I always have, and that I always will be. I wanted her to know that I love her. I still do, maybe now even more than ever before……

She looked up, her eyes still swollen and red, her face flushed.

Our eyes locked. I don’’t know how she did it, with my visor and all, but she found my eyes and knew that I was looking straight back at hers. Even with all the craziness and confusion happening, she gave a small, warm smile. To me.

Well, that was it for me. I knew right then, that no matter what, whether she will have me or not, Jean Grey would always be the one for me.