Okay, this is my first story on I hope everyone likes it. I'm starting with my best genre, which is tragic romance. Um, if you get offended by characters (probably) dying, you better stop reading now. Oh. I absolutely have nothing to do with X-Men whatsoever, or Marvel in general.
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Everything had happened so fast. When the team left the mansion, no one thought for a second that someone wouldn't be okay on the return home. Maybe a little hurt, but nothing serious..nothing deadly. But for the first time, that wasn't the case.
It was a fight with the Acolytes. They had been planning an attack on the president, and the X-Men had to do something. But Magneto was sick of their interference. It was the last straw, he had to get them out of the way, and for good. He used his powers to create four very sharp, very deadly metal spears. Three of them easily missed. But one had a direct hit. Maybe Jean hadn't seen it in time, or maybe she thought her telekinesis was strong enough to deflect it. Whatever the case, she was now practically on her deathbed.
Scott figured her cry of pain when that spear hit her would haunt him forever. He waited outside the infirmary, pacing, for what seemed like a lifetime. Hank was going to see if there was anything he could do to save Jean, though it was unlikely. His heart practically leapt when Hank stepped out, though he could feel it start to break when he saw the grim look on his face.
"I'm so sorry." Hank began quietly. "We're not going to be able to do anything. She has an hour or two left, tops..you should probably stay with her." he finished. That was it. He did feel his heart shatter, and into a million pieces. Without a second thought, Scott ran into the infirmary and to Jean's side. She was so hurt, he could barely take seeing her. But at the same time, he couldn't bare to lose one second from not looking at her.
"Jean..." Scott's voice trailed off. Jean's eyes opened slowly. They were filled with tears. She knew she was going to die. "Jean..I am so sorry..I shouldn't have left you..maybe I could've done something.." he started, trying not to let his voice falter out.
"It's not your fault, Scott.." Jean said weakly, in a soft tone. "There wasn't anything you could've done."
"I don't want to lose you..I don't think..no..I know..I can't handle it..Jean, please..try and hang in there..just because Hank said that..it doesn't mean you're not strong enough to survive." Scott said as his hand tightly grasped around her's. Jean gave a very faint smile.
"You'll never lose me. Whatever what happens." Jean whispered quietly. Scott smiled a little as he looked at her, but it was the hardest thing. He was trying to tell himself that it was possible for her to live, but in his heart he knew she probably wouldn't.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too.." Jean said as she gazed at him. She knew in her own heart that it would be one of the last times.
"Hey, Jean...remember when we first met?"
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Oh, I am so evil for cutting it off right there. It's a short chapter, I know, but I'm kind of brain fried tonight. Please R&R? I'm not the best writer in the world, but I hope I'm getting better. I'll get the next chapter ASAP.
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Everything had happened so fast. When the team left the mansion, no one thought for a second that someone wouldn't be okay on the return home. Maybe a little hurt, but nothing serious..nothing deadly. But for the first time, that wasn't the case.
It was a fight with the Acolytes. They had been planning an attack on the president, and the X-Men had to do something. But Magneto was sick of their interference. It was the last straw, he had to get them out of the way, and for good. He used his powers to create four very sharp, very deadly metal spears. Three of them easily missed. But one had a direct hit. Maybe Jean hadn't seen it in time, or maybe she thought her telekinesis was strong enough to deflect it. Whatever the case, she was now practically on her deathbed.
Scott figured her cry of pain when that spear hit her would haunt him forever. He waited outside the infirmary, pacing, for what seemed like a lifetime. Hank was going to see if there was anything he could do to save Jean, though it was unlikely. His heart practically leapt when Hank stepped out, though he could feel it start to break when he saw the grim look on his face.
"I'm so sorry." Hank began quietly. "We're not going to be able to do anything. She has an hour or two left, tops..you should probably stay with her." he finished. That was it. He did feel his heart shatter, and into a million pieces. Without a second thought, Scott ran into the infirmary and to Jean's side. She was so hurt, he could barely take seeing her. But at the same time, he couldn't bare to lose one second from not looking at her.
"Jean..." Scott's voice trailed off. Jean's eyes opened slowly. They were filled with tears. She knew she was going to die. "Jean..I am so sorry..I shouldn't have left you..maybe I could've done something.." he started, trying not to let his voice falter out.
"It's not your fault, Scott.." Jean said weakly, in a soft tone. "There wasn't anything you could've done."
"I don't want to lose you..I don't think..no..I know..I can't handle it..Jean, please..try and hang in there..just because Hank said that..it doesn't mean you're not strong enough to survive." Scott said as his hand tightly grasped around her's. Jean gave a very faint smile.
"You'll never lose me. Whatever what happens." Jean whispered quietly. Scott smiled a little as he looked at her, but it was the hardest thing. He was trying to tell himself that it was possible for her to live, but in his heart he knew she probably wouldn't.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too.." Jean said as she gazed at him. She knew in her own heart that it would be one of the last times.
"Hey, Jean...remember when we first met?"
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Oh, I am so evil for cutting it off right there. It's a short chapter, I know, but I'm kind of brain fried tonight. Please R&R? I'm not the best writer in the world, but I hope I'm getting better. I'll get the next chapter ASAP.