Return of the Phoenix - Jean and Scott later in the night

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Return of the Phoenix - Jean and Scott later in the night

"Scott? You in here?" Jean asked quietly. Her hand was poised over the door, ready to knock. She knew full well he was inside, thanks to her telepathic abilities, but chose to give him his privacy. After all, they had only briefly "made up" after the long interlude in their relationship.

< "Come on in, Jean." >

Jean smiled and quietly opened the door, squirmed her body through the opening and then shut it again. In the darkness, she could just barely discern the outline of Scott's body reclined on his bed. She couldn't help but notice he was nude besides his boxers. It made sense - it was late. Her meeting with her younger self had taken as long as she had expected. Most of the school was already asleep.

"I'm sorry - I know it's late."

"Don't apologize - I usually stay up late anyway." Cyclops sat up and turned on a lamp beside his bed. He gestured for Jean to come and sit down beside him.

"Hmm. Must be a new development. I remember staying up much longer than you on most occasions." She placed her body achingly close to his - almost touching but not quite.

"I've changed. A lot. Thanks to Apocalypse. I don't like to make excuses, but I can't help but feel my...affair with Emma was in part due to him and his possession of my mind. It altered me. Suddenly I wanted the most dangerous, the most forbidden..." his voice faded and went silent as Jean ran soothing circles along his arm with her fingers.

"And that was Emma. And that was okay. I was mad, of course, as any wife would be. And I am still disappointed. And a little sad. But it was just the way things were meant to be. She's attractive - I understand completely why you found her so desirable."

Even with the serious conversation topics, Scott found himself feeling increasingly excited as his wife moved closer and closer towards him until they were firmly connected - skin to clothing. He momentarily looked down and saw her deep cleavage pushing at the seams of her shirt, threatening to come undone. Jean of course noticed, leaning in closer, pulling her chest down further.

"She...was...no is not nearly as attractive as you are, Jean. Nowhere near." Scott dared to reach out towards his wife with one arm, wrapping it around her soft back and barely pulling her closer. She grinned.

"As I am. What about how I was?"

Scott felt a wave wash upon him, choking the breath from him. He should have known that his telepathic wife would be well aware of his new, and quite sudden, attraction to her...revitalized form. Though many men, and women, around the school had similar patterns of thought, Scott could tell many found Jean's new figure to be too taboo in the world of superheroes and heroines. It was top-heavy, as many female x-men, including Emma, were, but it was also bottom-heavy, with wide hips and thick thighs. Not everyone approved - especially Emma.

For whatever reason, the ex-couple had sustained their psychic rapport, allowing them to talk psychically with some protection from invaders (aside from Jean, of course, who presumably heard them loud and clear). Emma had, on more than one occasion, asked Scott about the change, which she found shocking and disgusting.

< "I don't know why she decided to change her figure, Emma. It seemed strange to me as well. Now would you please-" >

< "It's a waste really. She was so beautiful - a little slight, but better than a little big. Now she looks positively bloated. You can't possibly be thinking of rekindling again? Though I suppose that is your habit when it comes to her..." >

< "Whatever happens, happens. And we will still be a team, no matter what. You're still important to me, Emma." >

< "Sure. That's Cyclops talk for 'We're fucking.'" >

He hadn't said anything back, even though Emma's conclusion was false. They hadn't fucked, hardly even kissed. Hugged a couple times. Talked when spared a few minutes. They had been busy.

Scott had realized the second Jean had spoken outside his door that now was his time to do what he should have done before Xorn, and Magneto, and Apocalypse. Before everything.

He moved his body so he was hovering above her, knees planted on either side of her hips. She looked up, smirking.

"I take it you like this body just fine, honey?"

The sound of her voice, saying such familiar words, brought on a sharp warmth that radiated through his body. Cyclops trembled and felt himself harden within his boxers.

"I think you know that, Red."

She reached up and stroked him through the material. He nearly flew off the bed but was somehow able to keep his balance. A ragged breath tore from his lungs once she let go.

"Little Jean got quite the dose of our lovemaking history today. Some of the crazy things we used to do...I had nearly forgotten them." Jean licked her lips.

"Well then, maybe we should recreate some of them?"

She raised her arms above her head, urging Cyclops to take the initiative. He did as encouraged, gripping the bottom of her sweater in both hands and yanking it off it one swift jerk.

"Oh, come on. You've seen them before."

Scott had to remind himself to close his mouth and divert his eyes to the face of his wife instead of the chest of said wife. He had seen them before, of course, however that had been back when his wife had been able to buy her bras from the mall instead of from online stories specially catered to the more voluptuous woman. Back when Emma was competition. Now...well he felt like his teenage self all over again: eight-teen years old semi-staring at the small, B-cup breasts of his developing girlfriend who would one day become his very full-figured wife while trying furtively to retain eye contact instead of sneaking glances at her pert little nipples.

"I was so cute back then, wasn't I? The first time we made love."

Scott nodded, momentarily breaking his steady gaze as his eyes came to rest on her smirking face. "Yes, you were very cute."

With shaking hands, Scott tentatively began to massage the flesh through the thick restraints of her bra. Her permission allowed him to lean down and begin delivering warm kisses to the sloping breasts, right down to where the two firmly met, creating impassable cleavage, kept in check only by the lacy prison chaining them together.


The way the fleshy orbs threatened to pour forth from their tight restraints continued to pull Scott's attention, even as he removed his mouth away from the sweet-smelling skin. Jean, noticing his lapse in attention, leaned down and tapped the bottom of his chin with a slim finger. He slowly allowed her to tilt his head upward until their eyes met.

"I know it must be very exciting, getting a shiny, new toy to play with. You haven't seen me naked in quite some time. And that's what you like, isn't it? New toys. When I got old last time, you threw me away. Traded me in for a newer, more charming, more lithe and sexy playmate. Insert the White Queen. Correct me if I'm wrong." She began to slowly dig a sharp, red fingernail into the flesh of his neck. Hard.

"Jean, what the hell are you talking ab-"

Scott felt like the world around him move, but without he himself moving. All was a blur and then he felt a weight atop him and there was Jean, straddling his naked body. She, of course, still had her pants on. And her heels.

"Jean! W-what...why are you doing this? I thought we had talked about this?"

Jean rolled her eyes and snorted cutely. "You thought it'd be that easy? Scott, I love you. What I said, I meant. I forgive you. But being on this planet...my temper and jealous nature are starting to remerge. I'm starting to remember how much you fucked me over, Scott Summers." The fingernails once again found their target, this time around the flap of skin between Scott's legs. The ruby quartz glasses protecting the outer world from his optic blasts creaked ominously as the pain Jean was inflicting became more than a nuisance. Much more.

"Jean! God, Jean, please. I'm sorry. I know I fucked up with Emma. You're right, I did want something new. But I now realize the only reason our relationship was failing was because I wasn't giving it anything. I had given up and that was...cowardly. And I'm sorry." Scott mentally sighed as his wife's grip on his cock loosened slightly.

"Sorry." Jean spoke the word as if she were tasting it for the first time, allowing it to slide across her tongue enticingly. "You're sorry. Okay, Scott, honey. I accept your shitty apology."

The breath Scott had been holding within his lungs for what felt like hours was finally released, as was Jean's grip from his most precious appendage. "Thank you, baby. I love you so much. So much, Jeannie."

"Hmm. My next order of business is to deduce why my husband left me, so I can keep him happier and in a position where he will not easily succumb to every pussy with a pair of sewn on tits in the local area. As he once did." Jean’s hips began slowly gyrating on top of him, causing a similar, though more pleasurable sensation, to begin to build within his lower body. Slick leather, Scott decided, was quite the stimulant on a hard erection.

"What did you like about Miss Frost, baby? Did you like her bolt-on-breasts? Or maybe her bottle blonde hair? She is very, very sexy. I am more than open to relations with women, you know. I considered it. I used to always think of her as such a bitch, but I think I could tame her. I bet she'd love to clean my pussy after you've fucked me hard. What a cute little sub she would make for me. But, of course, since I'm a married woman I don't do that." Jean arched her back and ground her large ass down on her husband harder, eliciting a muffled moan. "I bet you'd like that though, wouldn't you? Two of your favorite girls going at it? My real question for you, Scott, is why you always wanted her to be dressed up as me. As the Dark Phoenix. You even gave her my hair. You had her act like me. Why? Why did you want that so much and not just go to me for it?"

Her voice had become much less seductive and considerably more desperate as her diatribe came to a trembling end. She had, somewhere along the way, shed her pants and bra, presumably with her advanced telekinetic powers, leaving only her tiny black thong between Scott's aching erection and her own damp pussy. The grinding she had begun became more frantic, rocking the entire bed with a feverish tempo. Scott was feeling a bit of a tug-of-war in his mind between giving into the pleasure Jean was providing or plucking her off his lap and demanding a serious conversation. Of course, he knew the correct path when regarding his marriage, but he was having a hard time fighting off the lust encompassing his body and, he knew with little doubt that if Jean wanted to be on top of him, pulsating against him as she was, nothing could stop her. Not even a healthy dose of optic blast.

Instead, he decided on a happy medium. "I've always found your power so...so alluring. I like your temper, and your drive, and your fire. I like it when you let go and Emma was allowing me to live out the fantasy of you finally just...letting go."

"Letting go?" Jean said quietly. Her hips slowed their movements, but didn't stop, continuing to slowly undulate, paralleling the soft jiggling motion of her breasts. "You want me to take charge. That's what you want."

Eyes locked firmly on her chest, Scott nodded. "Just let go, Jean. Stop worrying and overanalyzing everything. Just let the passion you're known for rule your instinct."

Jean took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly. "Okay. Let's do this then."

Scott smiled, feeling awash with pride. Way to smooth over a situation, Summers. You have a way with the girls. "Maybe we should light some candles, put on some music. Make it a little more special since this is our first time in over a decade." His hands moved up to cradle Jean's thick hips and love handles in a pseudo-loving manner.

She stopped her movements, and looked down at her husband sharply. "Special? Are you fucking serious? Shut up and do what I say to do or I'll wait another decade before putting my pussy anywhere near your cock," Jean said as she reached around and pulled her underwear off. The thin fabric broke at her command and fluttered lifelessly to the floor beside the bed.

Cyclops cocked an eyebrow, more than a little surprised. In all their many years together, Jean never talked to him like that. Ever. Could it be that she really had been holding back her power and frustration with unhealthy facilities without ever giving herself a break? Scott began to wonder who was benefiting more from this arrangement - him or Jean.

He just nodded to his wife, who was still hovering above him, threatening to sit back down and return to her previous ministrations. Instead, she once again did something her husband did not expect. With one hand on her vulva, slowly rubbing its folds, Jean reached out with the other, placing it on the top of his head, and began to slowly push Scott downwards, towards her slick pussy.

"You want me to...?" Scott asked quietly, a little uneasy. He had given his wife a few oral orgasms, but not nearly enough to be considered "good" at said activity. He much preferred it the other way around - with her head bobbing around over his lap.

"I know you want me to suck your cock, but that’s not going to happen. Not until you can eat pussy as good as I can deep-throat."

She was obviously reading his mind, which made Scott cringe. He became determined to keep his thoughts as blank as possible; though he knew with Jean's experience and abilities he might as well use such determination to punch water into submission.

"Of course, baby."

Jean laid down, getting into a comfortable position while opening her thick legs and revealing her slick pussy to her husband. Still apprehensive about having to please his wife with only his mouth, Scott gripped Jean's knees in his hands and leaned down, kissing the inner sides of her thighs, hoping to warm her up a little.

"Scott, take off your glasses."

Having gone down this route before with Jean, Scott immediately did what he was told, removing his ruby quartz glasses with no trepidation.

"Jean! You're...not red..." Scott took in the sight of his smiling wife - her pale skin, her green eyes. Her red hair. All shades he had never been able to hold onto before because of his mutant power. Even when Jean had been able to suppress his power before using her telepathy, the red glean that glossed over everything within his sight was still present, just restrained some. Now it was like someone had changed the channel on his brain, turning all the muted colors - bright red and brighter red - into a saturated gamut of hues and prisms. Scott just stared blankly at his surroundings, at himself in the mirror across the room, and at his wife. Red - Jean.

"Dear God, Jean..."

His wife sat up on her elbows, grinning. "It was pretty simple, actually. Something I should have done back when I was alive...last time. So much I should have done..."

"How? I was told it could never...by Charles. He couldn't do it," Scott mumbled. He kept on blinking, as though red rays would once again cloud his vision. But they didn't. It was all just normal.

"There was a switch that had been turned off in your brain. I turned it back on. Your mutant power was supposed to allow you this control, but because of your brain trauma you were never able to suppress it correctly. Now you can."

"How do I turn it on?" Scott asked suspiciously. He trusted Jean with his life, but her powers were strange, even to him. Her limitless nature was something that tested even his bounds of understanding.

Jean, having read his mind, smiled sadly. "Nothing too crazy. Just think about it and it'll happen. The degree of its potency depends on your thoughts too. A couple days of training and you'll be better than new." Jean telekinetically picked up Scott's glasses and tossed them into the trash bin on the other side of the room. "And you won't ever be needing those again."

"Jean, I don't know what to say. This is so overwhelming..."

"Well, you could start with, 'Thank you'. And then you could make me come. You can pick the order." Jean shifted herself, reopening her legs. She pointed at her pussy and raised an eyebrow expectedly. "We don't have all day. I have a class to teach tomorrow morning and I'd like to sleep for a couple hours tonight."

"Yes, Mrs. Grey-Summers," Scott replied gladly. He gripped his wife's thighs in his hands and pushed them up, so he could better move his mouth over her swollen mound. She squirmed under his ministrations and groaned.

"Ohh...yes. Baby, don't stop. Right there. No, right there. Yesss. Lower. Oh God, Scott, baby, yes!" Jean guided him, though, to Scott's surprise, with only the sound of her voice. No powers, just Jean. And he liked it.

Although it took him an embarrassingly long time to find, Scott finally found his wife's hidden clitoris, which rose and swelled a bit after a prolonged period of licking and teasing. When he felt her begin to really drip with arousal he pulled away, much to Jean's annoyance, and went back to kissing her vulva. He nibbled her outer lips, which were lightly lined with red pubic hair - something that would have once offended his wife, but was now seemingly ignored. Scott realized that this Jean was a different Jean. A new Jean. A Jean who wore corsets and thongs to her classes on Friday's (because it was more "casual") and ate two servings of apple pie for dinner because "they only make it once a week". A Jean who didn't give a fuck. A Jean who was willing to let go.

"Scott, keep going! Please don't make me wait. You know how much sex I got in the White Hot Room? Absolutely none. Fuck, I'm already so close."

He complied, removing his introspection from his thoughts and forcing them back on the main subject - eating out Jean Grey. If only his teenage self could see him now - his head between the plump thighs of his big-titted wife who was screaming (or would be screaming) his name. He almost laughed when he remembered his younger self could see him, if only he chose to walk in at this most inopportune time.


"Oh, fuck, you're going to make me come! Scott!"

And there was the scream. Scott felt Jean clamp down before releasing a hot flood of sticky, sweet-tasting fluids. Even though she was a tense pile of nerves, Scott raked his tongue over the length of her vagina, gathering all of her secretions. Jean writhed beneath him, yelping when he paid extra attention to her engorged clit. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head away from her pussy.

"Babe! G-Give me a minute to recuperate. Congratulations Boy Scout Summers. You just got your pussy-eating badge. Took you long enough."

Jean's breathing returned to normal as Scott slowly moved up her body, placing kisses on her soft stomach and breasts. A final kiss on the neck and they were facing one another again. He pulled her into a tight embrace, enjoying the feeling of her large breasts against his chest more than any emotional sensation. She began to rub those big breasts up and down against him, no doubt reading his randy thoughts.

"Hmm. I forgot how it was to make love to a telepath."

"What about Emma?" Jean asked innocently, already knowing the answer.

"It's been a while for her, too. Though, even with her my defenses were usually strong enough to hold her back from the thoughts I didn't want leaking. But with you...I don't really mind if you know how much I love your breasts. I did before, a little. But I don't anymore.”

Jean shut her eyes and nuzzled her face into his shoulder.

Kiss me.

"Happily."

With unparalleled tenderness, Scott grabbed Jean's chin and kissed her on the lips. She returned it eagerly for a few moments before pulling away to speak.

"Scott, baby, I need you to do something for me," Jean said softly. She stilled beside Scott, causing a bolt of worry to run down his spine. He retraced his words carefully, coming up with no conclusion for her trepidation.

"Anything, Jean."

She grabbed him telekinetically so they were looking right at one another with only a few centimeters in between.

"I need you to fuck me. Really hard. Like you would Emma. And I want you to talk to me through it." Jean removed herself from his embrace and gripped the headboard, putting her weight on her knees beneath her in an animal-like position. She arched her back and stuck out her plump ass. With her telepathic capabilities, she didn't need to peek over her shoulder to see the shocked expression on her husband's face, but she did anyway. For effect, she told herself.

"I've been waiting for this, Jean. God, I've missed you. I...I love you."

"Mhmm. You know I love you. But please...fuck me already. You earned it, after all," she said slyly, sticking her fat ass out a little further.

Scott was as hard as he'd ever been, but then he'd been hard for the entire night. Really the entire week. Ever since Jean wore that black corset and that tiny thong...so much like her Black Queen outfit it was almost blasphemous. But oh, so hot. And the students - they couldn’t believe their eyes. First Jean Grey comes back form the dead, hotter than ever. Then she begins teaching and running around in stripper gear that would put Emma Frost to shame. It was a small wonder test scores had fallen since the bombshell's return.

"You look ready, stud. Go on, Slim. Show me why I can't call you that..."

Brutish hands found their mark along Jean's wide hips. Scott dug his fingers into the creamy flesh and pulled until her ass met his pelvis, his rigid member easily finding its target in her warmth. A soft sigh, followed by a more guttural groan, tore from his wife, who turned her head slightly to meet the steely gaze of her husband as he removed himself from her.

"You're so big in me, baby. Please, don't stop...be rough with me."

She pushed herself against him harder, encouraging a roughness that was usually absent in their relationship. Of course, that was their old relationship - the one lacking all the fervor Jean was now willing to bring. Gone were the rollnecks and sensible shoes. The Phoenix had taken their place.

"Never, baby. You're such a...uhm...a slut," Scott said in a tentative voice. He was obviously very unsure what exactly was the line Jean was wanting for him to push.

"Oh! God, yes, yes. Call me a slut. I'm such a bad girl. Slap me," Jean moaned.

By her reaction, Scott assumed the line was pretty far from where he was pushing. With one hand still resting on a slight love handle, Scott reared back and lightly swatted her right cheek, turning the pale flesh a pretty pink color.

"Harder! Come on, I've been naughty. Punish me."

Scott, having an appropriately difficult time processing his wife's words, paused for a second as he briefly remembered the sex life he once shared with his wife. It had been nice, fulfilling. Occasionally they would indulge themselves with a different position, or, if they were feeling particularly randy, they would quietly go at it in a more public area, like Scott's Mustang. But never, ever, had they done anything remotely this...deviant.

With his contemplation complete he refocused his attention to the moaning woman beneath him. His wife. He could hardly believe it.

"You're just like Emma. A worthless slut with big tits. But you're special. You know why?"

"Why?" Jean panted.

Scott leaned over and began sucking on her neck as his hands explored the curves of her thick thighs and ass. "Because even though she has big tits, you're my chubby little piggy." With his last word, Scott pulled out of his wife and slammed back in, with his hand harshly meeting a plump cheek at the same moment.

The force of his pelvis hitting her so unexpectedly was enough to catch Jean off guard, as well as trigger a fierce orgasm. A rush of ecstasy overcame her senses, so much so that it overflowed and ran into Scott's telepathic rapport. She felt him harden within her before muttering something incoherent. Her arched back failed under the sensations of herself and her lover coming together, sending her face down onto the bed, her ass lewdly sticking up, with her husband still attached. A bright red mark arose quickly where Scott's hand had made contact. Jean didn’t even bother trying to reach back and rub the aching spot - she was much too spent.

Jean turned to look at Scott. "Dear God, baby. What the hell did you do with my nice, conservative husband?"

Scott rolled off of his wife, landing neatly beside her. He was wearing a well-earned smirk.

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy your time, Mrs. Grey-Summers?"

Jean smiled before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his in a sweet, chaste kiss. When Scott opened his mouth, wanting to elaborate on the pure act, she could taste the tangy flavor of herself and couldn't help but moan. When her husband finally pulled away, apparently satisfied, she could feel herself becoming wet again. Well, wetter than she already was after her husband came in her without the thought of protection.

"Of course I enjoyed it. To see a different side of the prudent Scott Summers is a privilege denied to most. But...I..." Jean paused as a deep-rooted anxiety that hadn't appeared for many years - really since she was a teenager and had first dated Scott - began to overwhelm her.

"Jean, honey, what's wrong?"

Scott softly kissed his wife's neck, tenderly licking the harsh red spots he had left earlier. A shift of Jean's shoulder and he stopped, moving his attention to her removed expression. An expression he had seen before...right after they had made love for the first time.

Back when neither of them had been willing to buy a condom and risk the whole mansion knowing they were about to do "the act".

They were grown now, and had had sex with each other and (for him) with others many times, but in a way this time was similar to their first physical intimacy - they had tried something new and they hadn't used a condom.

When they were eighteen, they had agreed that Scott would pull out, to avoid the threat of pregnancy. Like any eighteen-year-old boy, once he was in, the idea of pulling out never quite occurred to him, and, to his credit, it never occurred to Jean either, who ended up clamping her legs around her lover's waist at the last moment. They were incredibly uneasy for about a week - Jean constantly having to put up psi-blocks to keep Charles' prying mind at bay. Scott had never been so happy to buy tampons.

"The pill - you're on the pill. You've always been..."

Jean sat up, resting her back against the headboard. "Well, I haven't had much time to visit my local gynecologist. And I didn't think I'd be having wild, passionate sex any time soon. Thanks to you, I was proven very wrong." Her words were an attempt at jest, but her deadpan expression never improved. And Scott noticed.

"You could be pregnant. Oh, God. You could be pregnant."

"Could be, yes. But, since I came back my cycle hasn't really settled out yet, and I'm not exactly at my most fertile age anymore. We probably had more to worry about when we were eighteen than we do now. Unless, of course, you'd like a child?" she said, the last part coming out more as a statement than a question.

"Jean..." Scott started, attempting to avoid his wife's unyielding gaze. She frowned and telepathically guided him back to her.

"Answer me, honey. I don't want to dig in..."

"I'm sure you don't want to, but that doesn't mean you haven't. Of course, that doesn't mean you can help it, I know," Scott said tentatively. He attempted to get up but Jean halted him.

"Scott. This is serious. Talk to me."

Slumping back down on the bed, Scott rubbed at his eyes, marveling at the sensation. There was a familiar power pulsing beneath, but not within each eye as it was before. Now it seemed more tucked away, somewhere in his head. Restrained. He relaxed and felt Jean arms around him, cradling him.

"Jean, I've seen some wonderful things in my life. I've loved you for...practically all of my life. I fathered a child who you and I were able to raise together. My mutant powers, though sometimes a nuisance, have been, for the most part, a blessing. Now more than ever."

Jean smiled softly and telepathically urged him to continue.

"But my life has shown me the extent of evil this world is capable of. Not just evil - sorrow, anger, loss. Apocalypse changed me into a man I didn't know. The Phoenix changed me into a creature willing to murder the one man who, for my entire, life was practically a father to me. I've killed people. I am not the man who was a father to Nathan. And I'm not the man fit to be a father to anyone. Especially not your child because it would be too much. And if you want a baby, Jean, I'm sorry -"

She put a finger to his mouth, stopping his confession. "Scott, shush. After everything that I've done, after all I've seen...do you really think that I could possibly want a baby any more than you? I destroyed a planet. My heirs share my powers - Nate and Rachel have shown that. Who knows if the next Grey could be the future host of the Phoenix. I could never allow that to happen. It would be...disastrous. To let someone who I love go through that. I couldn't stand it."

"You're all I want, Jeanie. I...I promise. Whatever happens, wherever you go, I'm not letting go again. It's just you and me."

Jean welcomed Scott's arms around her, their warmth. "And if I'm pregnant?"

"Then we'll figure it out then. But right now...we shouldn't worry about it."

They lay there for a while, enjoying the few seconds of relative quiet. The buzzing thoughts of the school, once a roar for Jean, had been lulled into soft dreams, with only a few sputtering nightmares here and there. Naked in Scott's arms, she loved and felt loved in return. But there were still worries darting through her brain - so constant even Scott couldn't drag her from them. Thoughts of the other X-Men, and the future - the future that Charles Xavier had once had so meticulously planned out but was now an unsolvable mystery.

"You're worried about it. I can see it," Scott observed. "If anything does happen, Hank can do something, I'm sure. He's a doctor, it would be simple."

"I'm not worried about that. I wanted to ask you if you’ve contacted the other school. I...I miss Ororo. And the others," Jean whispered.

"You miss Logan, and the others."

"Yes. He was my friend, Scott and I'd like to see him again. You said you would..."

Scott sighed but nodded. "I did, Jean. They're busy. I'll know when they decide to come."

"I could send a telepathic link," Jean offered. "Just to let them know it's really me."

Scott shook his head. "No, it's fine. They'll show up soon - I'm sure."

1. Emma teaching a class...
   
2. Logan shows up
   
3. something else
   

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