scott summers { cyclops } (ex_slym269) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2010-02-27 09:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | jean grey, scott summers |
scott summers and jean grey log.
summary. Jean runs into Scott, who's on his way to run an errand for Jack. She thinks they're on comfortable footing again, he makes it a mission to disprove that.
JEAN: Jean Grey was coming home from campus, her bag hanging from her shoulder as she walked up to the hotel. It was the final week of classes and she stayed on campus to meet with her usual study group. Turns out, she didn't miss much in those few days she missed last week after Logan's departure and she felt prepared for the exam period. It was just hard to muster up some enthusiasm for any of it when all she wanted to do was sit in her room and cradle her heart. She made herself go through the motions of her daily life, knowing that the tightness in her chest would one day subside and she could function without Logan -- without thinking about him, without missing him, without wondering when he was coming home. She headed up to the entrance, catching sight of an old friend that she hadn't seen in awhile. She was serious in what she meant: she was done ignoring him for what now felt like foolish reasons. She hadn't been fair to him and she had convinced herself that he had been avoiding her for the same reasons. She already pushed Logan away; why continue to do that to Scott? However, when he got closer, she saw the damage done to his face. "Scott -- oh my god," She forgot about going back into the hotel, turning her attention to him. "What happened to your face?" Her brow furrowed with concern and she hurried over to him.
SCOTT: Scot had still been going by the UCLA campus, but was avoiding it the last few days because of the growing exam craze. He knew that Xavier was busy, and on top of that he now had bandages on his arms and numbed pain in the back of his mind. Scott didn't need him picking up on that and asking questions like everyone else; Xavier was one of the few people that Scott felt normal around anymore. On top of that, and the fight in general, and his bike, this had not been the best of weeks. He was heading out now, after rest that could only be identified as light, and the popping of a few more pain pills (he had his own stash, of course, but if the medical personnel here were willing to give him some for his arms then he wasn't about to look that gift horse in the mouth). Jack had work for him to do. Work which was actually in the backpack slung over a shoulder, money to shuttle to him from some local dealers. Being caught by Jean was the last thing that he wanted; he'd been able to duck most people, and others simply accepted that his face was as beaten as it was because of the fight, but he knew that she would stop him. Practiced mental shields tightened in his mind; they couldn't really keep telepaths out that wanted in, but it at the very least let the ones around know that he didn't want them in there rooting around. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up, and between that and his sunglasses, the garrish black eye and nasty-looking bruise on the right side of his jaw were mostly concealed. She'd already seen, though. Christ. And apparently she hadn't connected the dots. Logan was an asshole of the highest order, but for some reason he felt bad (and lame) saying her ex-boyfriend was the dick that had done this to him. "Nothing. It's fine." Yeah right. The jaw alone looked like he was lucky it hadn't been fractured.
JEAN: She was actually hoping he'd tell her that it wasn't from that night, that maybe something else had come up that would have left Scott in such bad shape. Sure, she may be upset with Logan right now, but she wanted to believe in some good part of him that wouldn't do that to one of her friends. Clearly, she was mistaken. She tried to stay out of their little tiffs, being well aware of the antagonism between them -- it was just that these bruises were far from inconspicuous. Logan didn't have a scratch on him when he visited her one last time; Scott, however, looked like he got the worse of it. She frowned at his dismissal, folding her arms in front of her chest. "It doesn't look like nothing -- did Logan do this to you? Or Vic?" She almost prayed it was the latter. If it were Vic, she could not feel more remorse about Logan. But then she remembered how he lashed out at Scott's motorcycle and her mood continued to sour.
SCOTT: Scott didn't tend to get beaten up that often Jean, but thank you for that vote of confidence there. No doubt he would've been indignant if he knew she thought he got the worst of it (he'd heard those bones of Logan's crack), but at least he was spared that embarrassment. Scott Summers was a proud person, and it wasn't easy for him to have someone else see him weakened somehow. Especially not someone like Jean. At least she couldn't see the bandages on his arms from where Logan had skewered him. He considered lying to her for a moment, but lying wasn't really his strong suit. Stonewalling was. That clearly wasn't an option either though, so he went for admitting without really having to. "Vic went for Alex." Logan went for Scott. And then, you know, his bike.
JEAN: Whether that was Scott's way of explaining which brother went for him or even his motivation for getting tangled up with Logan, Jean got the point. She shook her head, glancing away for a moment as she filed away that information for future reference, next to the fact that Logan had vandalized his bike. Jean wasn't sure if she was blind to all of Logan's faults before now, or perhaps loved him despite the overwhelming evidence of bad boy behavior (which was more probable). But seeing the evidence on Scott's handsome face (what, there was no point denying that Scott had an attractive profile -- she could probably list the reasons it could be seen that way to any normal female) made it easier to push Logan away from her heart. "Right," she said, figuring there was no point prying more information from him; she wasn't surprised about desire to not-share but she didn't like that her concern felt unwarranted. Her eyes fell on the the strap on his shoulder, remembering that she had caught him in the process of leaving the hotel. "Where're you going?" It was her attempt to change the subject.
SCOTT: It wasn't bad boy behavior, Jean. Bad boy behavior was staying out late without calling, or sneaking into places without paying. Stabbing people in the arms and trashing their motorcycles before taking off from the girl you wouldn't even call your girlfriend after a year was upgraded to asshole behavior. Of course, Scott could've told her (or anyone!) from the start that Logan was a dick, but hey. Logan felt the same way about him (although to be fair, Scott had yet to do those kinds of purposefully malicious things). His hand went to the strap, readjusting the bag on his shoulder more as a habitual movement than because it actually needed to be fixed. "Nowhere." Well that clearly was a stupid answer. "I'm running an errand for someone." He found it hard to lie to Jean, even though he wanted to. She made him feel like he should be...better than that. By a long shot.
JEAN: Jean always felt somewhat responsible for Logan; not only was she apparently the reason he stuck around the hotel for any length of time, but she was the one who brought him to the hotel in the first place after she witnessed a bar fight and caught him healing in the alley. He was a wild animal by all accounts; it took a certain type of person with a special level of patience to handle Logan and Jean was that person. In exchange, she got to see a different side of Logan than anyone else -- sure, she saw the aggressive, obsessive and ugly side of him but she also saw a devoted, passionate, and surprisingly tender side, too. Maybe her understanding and caring was more than he deserved, but she couldn't separate the bad from the good. Maybe she was too close to the situation to see clearly. She wrinkled her nose at Scott's explanation, thinking it sounded peculiar. "Going to see a man about a dog?" She raised an eyebrow, making a jab at his vagueness. There's really no need to be vague with Jean when they know all the same people -- could be doing something for Warren, Tessa, of security -- and she'd understand that. Someone was not that. She wasn't going to telepathically pry -- yet -- but it was just odd. "Are you trying to avoid me? Because I was serious about bothering you."
SCOTT: Scott didn't really get the joke, sorry. He was even less humored than usual though, given the circumstances. But still, no, apparently it was not one of their mutual friends. Which he knew was a weirdness in and of itself, considering it wasn't much of a secret that Scott wasn't exactly a social butterfly. He looked ahead for a moment, and then back to her; his face on a normal day wasn't very readable at all (not showing your eyes had that result, typically), but today he was even more closed off in that sense than usual. It had been nice, talking to Jean recently. Scott missed her. She and Warren were, after all, his best friends. Or had been. But her pointing that out only reminded him that he shouldn't be getting closer again. The distance was there for a reason. "I don't need you bothering me, Jean. I have things to do, and I don't have time for this. Leave it alone." Hurtful words with a cold tone, and not normally something Scott would ever say to her. But, he had to be cruel to be kind in this case, and he would be. He moved past her, apparently done with this conversation.
JEAN: Jean typically felt safe to lower her shield around Scott since he was skilled at shielding his stray thoughts and it offered her insight that would be otherwise hard to gain. During that brief powerlessness in the fall, Jean felt the frustration others must felt when dealing with Scott. And right now, she was blindsided by his words. She let him walk past her without so much of an objection, her mouth hanging slightly open as the words (and their implication) sunk in. Had she completely misread the situation? Had she assumed too much about their prior apologies? What the hell just happened? She turned to watch him leave, telepathically reaching out to him to see if there were any chance he didn't actually mean what he said -- but she was met with resistance. She didn't dig further, frowning as she turned to head back into the hotel. She didn't want to be standing there just in case he happened to look back. She wasn't going to stand there looking (and feeling) like a fool.