Doing this for my first challenge i just started. Never done a song fic before, but it was definitely a challenge! If you'd like, turn the music up to Eurythmics-Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) and if it's been done right, the song should somewhat match up with the story as you read. I like the version of the song that was in Sucker Punch too. If you don't have the song, just go on Youtube and type in Eurythmic Sweet Dreams. Credits to Kat Lee Formerly Pirate Turner for organizing this challenge at Legends of Cerebro! R&R!

Thanks to Lux Vincit for pointing out I violated the rules by using some lyric verses in this sotry! Have fixed, lyrics free. My apologies to copyright offense! This is my first songfic, I usually don't do them.

Oh and my challenge character is Cyclops.

He ran through the yellow misted jungles, his bare feet torn and dirtied, each pant of his breath sucking his lungs dry, sweat and mud clung to his skin, body and head pulsing, something told him to run and keep running.

His hair flew up and down as he sprinted and vaulted over roots and plants.

He looked over his shoulder, fists and legs pumping. Pain and burn searing through his core. Sweat covered every inch of his body.

Jean Grey stood up in the glass pod of the danger room, the control room, in her jogging gear, her long red hair in a braid. She wore a striped yellow and green tank top and running shorts, plugging in her running play mix. She watched as Scott jumped over stimulated branches and jungle terrain as a pack of raptors came running after him. The software upgrade had really made the holograms and robots so sharp.

Leaving the control room, she tucked her ear phones in, turning the song to Eurythmics, Sweet Dreams, and jumped onto a treadmill in a small glass enclosed gym on the higher floor overlooking the vast Colosseum of the Danger Room.

He had been through so much, and he was still training more not giving himself a moment to recover, still pushing himself for more.

Scott had been assaulted at school today, a bunch of mutant haters and jocks, namely lead by her ex boyfriend, Duncan, had cornered Scott at his car, taken his glasses and beat him around. Having their identities known had ruined their lives.

He had been defending Kitty and Amara when a group of jocks started harassing them.

He was only a boy with the burden of a man, he protected those that hated and feared him, that threw rocks at his head, or worse at times.

Then the assaults from the Brotherhood and Acolytes came worse, and then worse came. Perhaps worst of all for the young ones, was the simmering and hating public, the civilian faces that turned on them, that wanted to hurt them, but for what? They were just kids who had this power they did not understand as much either.

As a team they had survived the first trials of their X-Men careers, but the future had promised to hold for more.

Anytime the X-Men had come home after a horrendous fight or incident, beaten and exhausted, Scott immediately jumped into the gyms or the DR to train even more. With every last ounce of strength and will he had left.

Jean knew all too well what pain Scott suffered, not just as a mutant leader and hero, an image to fight and protect, but as a teenage boy who constantly endured the barrages of humiliation, degradation, and abuse at the hands of those he fought for, those who wanted to tear good down. She knew it was not normal for a teenage boy like him to have that iron willpower and patience, to not strike back, to not unleash his strength. He took it and submitted because that's what he thought was right.

The treadmill belt rolled steadily beneath her feet, she had a new pair of running shoes on.

One of the raptors ruptured, a sleek slab of pure diamond punched through it, roughly slicing it up with dull but hard fists.

A diamond foot kicked another one in the neck, breaking it.

As the raptors went down, the simulation slowly, light by light, shut down and the hallucination-like simulations vanished into a cold empty metal hangar.

Jean squinted, she saw Scott standing and panting, staring like he was confused as a diamond girl stood in the ruins of flickering dinosaur remains, blood splattered on her diamond exterior. She could not hear them, but the girl turned back to a girl and stepped towards him, her body language doing all the talking and a sashay to her walk.

She dug her knife-like fingernails into his back as she put her arms around his shoulders, cooing to him in some sort of flirtatious manner, no doubt making some stupid pun about saving him from being swallowed whole or something boreish.

Jean's feet kept going on the treadmill, but her green eyes stayed on Scott and Emma below.

The blond said something, making the brown haired boy laugh in that sheepish way he had. Jean knew exactly, in memory what that laugh sounded like, and that cute way his cheeks reddened.

That was her laugh.

This Emma girl had been nothing but trouble from the day she arrived and laid eyes on Scott.

Catching Scott and Jean off guard, she bent his head into a kiss, much to Scott's utter bewilderment, his eyebrows shooting up. Jean knew exactly what that face looked like, even from far away, that oblivious shock that a girl kissed him.

She wished he were not like that, even with other girls, she had thought it was special, adorable, just for her when she had kissed him for the first time after he fell off a ladder, helping her nail a shelf into place on her wall for her bedroom. He had landed flat on his back and when he sat up, he was met with a kiss, and his eyebrows had shot up just like that, in absolute confusion and surprise. Why did he have to look so surprised even when Emma kissed him?

Unable to stop watching the torture like a train crash, Jean's eyes still trained on the two, began to accelerate on the tread mill, her feet moving faster and faster, a blur.

Her head was reeling, and telepathic images and sensations began flashing in her mind.

A slip of a tender hand,

soft skin,

nails scratching down a muscular back,

red lights,

leg brushing leg,

the cotton of a shirt,

the smell of Scott's shampoo,

audible satisfaction.

What could be.

Her head was being zapped in all directions, she squeezed her eyes shut, shutting her vision from them, though the mental images did not leave her mind's eye, and she clamped her hands around her head, clenching her teeth, legs sprinting wildly now.

The sound of her thudding feet pounding the moving belt became faster and faster.

With a boom, she went down, screaming out as she fell on her butt, landing on the moving strip, before she was catapulted out the glass wall of the gym towards the DR, she caught herself reflexively without thinking, telekinetic energy floating around her, her eyes were still shut, teeth clenched, fighting some sort of pain or panic in her mind.

Her teeth ground together, so hard they nearly broke.

With a final bellow, the sound of glass shattering all at once sounded through out the DR, and Scott and Emma snapped from each other, looking up to see Jean sitting on the ground of the gym above them, with shattered glass all around her, the wall demolished, and clutching her head, staring at them with terror.

AN: Thanks for reading! Hope you can give me some feedback! This is basically just a wrap on the Jean/Scott/Emma triangle in earlier stages.