The Test of Loyalty or Love? Chapter 1: Morning Mourning, a x-men: the movie fanfic

Me: Hiya, I'm pleased to announce that this chappie is up! (apparently) Anyhoo, I would just like to say that this chappie is post-X2...and sorta post-X3...or is it... So,spoil warning...maybe... If ya want to find out yerself in case there is spoiling, go to the movies...but, if you want to read, go ahead, but don't blame it on me! And if you do read it and have seen the movie, plz don't mention it in case of readers who'll read it, disregarding the possible spoil. But, you came here to read the story, not to read about me blabbing on and on, so, enjoy! (Also, there is gonna be a song in here, so, this chappie might be a little long, and that's because of the song. You can skip the song if ya wanna.)

Disclaimer: I'm not Stan Lee ((sniff)) I do not own X-Men or any characters within ((weep uncontrollably))

Morning Mourning

Scott, Logan, and Ororo deal with Jean's death in their own personal way. Scott, for instance, locks himself in his room, isolating himself from everyone and everything. He didn't mind shunning himself from the world, it only brought pain and suffering, he couldn't think of anything good that came out of it. He sat on his bed, looking down in sorrow. He just couldn't grasp the fact that, Jean's dead! Every time he remembered this fact, he'd break down into silent tears. But then he'd keep rejecting it, he couldn't accept it! Losing her was like losing half of him, for she was everything to him, and he lost her. He glanced at a small velvet box resting upon his oak wood dresser. He walks over to it and places his hands on it. Closing his eyes behind his shades, he opens the box. Scott took one quick look at what it contained:a beautiful diamond ring. That of which he was going to use to propose to Jean. He rapidly shut it, and began to cry. He collapses on his bed, hoping to fall asleep. He wanted to escape reality, and enjoy the fantasy of his mind, where everything was mirthful, and Jean was alive.

At nights, Ororo was exactly the opposite, and everyone knew it. Each night, she'd endure a mournful nightmare, and as this would occur, a tempest would take place. It was unbearable what she would sometimes struggle with, for every time she let her eyelids fall, her thoughts gave her sight of everyoneshe knew and loved (familial love) being taken away. Some nights were not as bad as others. But, one night before, her mind went to the extreme, that, a series of tornadoes hit ground, breaking bicycles, and shredding gardens. Fortuantely for everyone, Kitty had woken Ororo up before things got any worse. During the day, though, she walks on pridefully, acting as if she could deal with it, but bundling up feelings that tore her apart inside.

This night was one of thebetter nights. Youwouldn't be able totell by the weather,'cause thewinds are whipping, andthe rain pouring as if the clouds had taken the water from an abyss. Makes ya wonder what her worse nights are like. In bed, she flopps back and forth, whimpering, because she had seen this dream before, and she knew what was to happen, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking it. The first place her mind took her was to Alkali Lake...

Storm grew concerned when the jet wouldn't lift, she tried everything she could, but it wouldn't respond. She looked around the jet, at her friends and even a couple of her students knowing that none of them deserved to die. Ideas flooded her mind, but she knew that none of them would work. She looked back again and scans the jet, but, she realized that Jean, practically her best friend, was missing. She spotted Jean out of the windshield, raising her hand and starting the jet. Scott ran for the ramp, but Jean shut it with her mind, closing everyone in. The rushing waters neared as time grew short, and as it reached them, Jean multi-tasked. She continued working the jet, stopping the rapids, and prevented Nightcrawler from teleporting to get her. Storm kept watching Jean as the jet lifted, going farther and farther away from them. And when they were a safe height above the water, Jean let the water rush over her. Ororo's mind kept replaying that scene, when Jean was submerged by the water, when she drowned.

Her thoughts then take her back to Alkali Lake, but at a later time...
Scott stands upon a rock at the lake, scanning the place that holds terrible thoughts. Jean's voice kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't take it. Out of sadness and frustration, he took of his glasses and blasted the water. Jean then arose out of the water, and somehow floated over towards him. When in reach, he grabs her and hugs her tightly. Everything seemed to be all good and well, until Jean's eyes turned pitch black. Before Storm could see anything, although she knew Jean was going to kill Scott, her mind went to another place...

At Jean's house, she (Jean) sits in a rocking chair. She had this attitude that she could do anything she wanted, whenever she wanted, taking down anyone in her way, ignoring any consequence. Professor X and Magneto went to talk with her, but it was not working. As Jean grew belligerent, her face grew pale and her eyes grew black. Charles was attempting to put barricades in her mind, and it wasn't making Jean exactly happy. Jean levitated him in the air. And then...she killed him...

Now at Alcatraz, Jean is once more out of control. As she stands in the middle of the island, she disintegrates everything coming towards her or around her. Wolverine walks up to her, with his healing factor, she can't get rid of him. When he's practically face to face with her, he stabs her...

Ororo shoots up in bed with tear-stained cheeks. She glances at her pillow which was soaking wet, as if it had been put in a washing machine. She looks at the clock that read 5:36. "Just about time to wake up," she states as she collects some clothes and a towel. Ororo heads for the bathroom to take a cold shower to wake her up, she didn't want to go back to sleep. As she heads that way, she lets the winds whip around and the rain pound on the roof and ground.

Logan lay in his bed, not going to sleep. It's not that he didn't want to, he couldn't, due to a certain weather change. Concerning Jean, he put everything behind him, forgetting everything about her...or at least, trying to. He places the book down he was attempting to read on the bed, he couldn't continue, it was too boring. He turns on the radiowhich rest upon the nightstand next to his bed. He continues flipping through stations until he reaches one that is actually playing a song.

"And now, Natahsa Bedingfield with If You're Gonna!"

"Hmph, never heard that one before," Logan snickers. He turns the volume up slightly, and begins to listen intently.

I've got a short attention span
Can't sit around couch potato land
I wanna do all kinds of stuff
Talking about it's not enough

So far, he liked the boppy beat and rhymes this had to offer, but there was something that kept him to this station. For some reason it reminded him of someone, and he wanted to find out who, so he continued listening.

I wanna go to the extreme
I wanna stretch my limousine
I wanna take it way off road
Go where I'm not supposed to go

He still couldn't figure out who this song made him think of, he knew it was in the back of his brain, but at the moment he couldn't think of a daring person, someone who would do something all the way.

Life is music
Play it louder

If you're gonna jump then jump far,
Fly like a skydiver
If you're gonna be a singer
Then you better be a rock star
If you're gonna be a driver
Then you better drive a race car