I yawn softly and stretch my muscles slightly, as the sunlight the sneaks through the light curtains. I blink my eyes open and see the most perfect sight before me. Scott sleeping peacefully... Without his glasses! Does he trust me enough not to wear them in bed anymore? I can't stop my hand from reaching out and touching his cheek. His eyelashes settle against his skin in the most beautiful way and there is a curve of a smile on his lips, indicating a positive dream (I can't help but hope it's about me). Before I can stop myself, my lips are on his. I can't resist kissing him. He wakes with a start, before relaxing into my contact and returning the kiss.
"Good morning." He mumbles cheerfully once we break our connection.
"Hey." I giggle. He makes me feel like a child - so vulnerable and free. "Why aren't you wearing your glasses?"
And then, it happens. He opens his eyes and everything falls into slow motion.
"Scott, no! You'll-" But my words are cut off by what happens next. Nothing. His eyes are open, with no protection, and nothing is happening. He turns to face me.
"I don't need them." He whispers. And suddenly, our eyes connect. I catch my breath at the realization of the moment, before getting lost in his eyes.
"But how?" I ask, trying to suppress the lump in my throat.
"I don't know." He strokes a lock of hair from my face and looks deeper into my eyes. "Goddammit, I love you!"
He pulls me in and kisses me, his passion more than evident. I return his kiss, an unstoppable smile making it kind of awkward. I can't help it! I can finally look him in the eye!
Suddenly, the bed sheets around us catch fire. Oh crap! I've really gotta work on containing my emotions. I pull away from his lips, sit up and hold out my hands to retrieve the flames, but nothing happens.
"Scott! Get out! My powers... They're not working!" I yell. I can't let myself hurt him! I try again, but the flames just burn brighter.
"I've got this." An Australian voice announces proudly. Shocked, I look down at the boy beside me. It's not Scott. It's John!
"John! How are you- Why-"
He sits up to level his face with own and the flames around us die down.
"You can look into my eyes anytime, baby."
My eyes snap open and the dream falls away. I'm safe. Scott is here. I'm okay.
"Morning." He smiles over the pillow at me, his glasses slightly askew.
"Scott!" I exclaim, taking him into my arms.
"Hey! What's all this? Are you okay?" He sounds concerned, and kisses my hair softly.
"Just a bad dream." I mumble into his chest but refuse to let him go.
"You're having a lot recently, aren't you?" I nod against his body in response.
"Maybe we can get the professor to take a look in your mind, see if he can-"
"No!" I cut him off. If the professor looks in my mind he’ll find out about John. He’ll find out about everything! "No, I'm not really comfortable with having him in my head."
"Jean then?" He suggests. No, Scott. Leave it!
"She hates me." Is my only response.
"No one here hates you." He rests his atop mine.
"Could've fooled me." I close my eyes and relax against Scott's toned chest.
"Jean just doesn't understand you, she doesn't hate you. She's a typical good girl, following rules. Who knows, maybe she's jealous of the confidence you have to break rules. Because, although it may not seem like it, that confidence can be a desirable thing, even if it does annoy the hell outta me sometimes." I smile when he admits that my disobedience gets to him. "Warren's just scared. You scared him that day, that's all. He doesn't want to show it, none of us guys do, but we're all scared." He confesses.
"You're scared? Of what?" But he's our fearless leader! He can't be scared. He's here to keep us all level!
"Lots of things. Hurting someone because of my lack of control over my abilities. Leading the X-Men the wrong way. Becoming the kind of mutant we're fighting against - the ones who are oblivious to the consequences of their actions. But mostly," He pauses, his breath catching in his throat. "Losing this family like I lost my real one."
"Scott, that's never going to happen," I push myself up to face him, before straightening his glasses, causing him to smile slightly. "These guys, they're young and they're inexperienced. But they're powerful, and they're intelligent. They're X-Men."
"But what if-"
"No. They're X-Men who have you for a leader. They'll be fine, as long as you are there to point them in the right direction." I rub the tip of my nose against his lightly, making him smile more. Unfortunately, his smile quickly fades. "What is it?"
"You're not an X-Man." He points out sadly.
"No, not completely." I admit. "But who's gunna take on a hormonal teenage girl with a bad attitude and the ability to burn their face off?"
"Good point." Now his smile remains on his face for a longer period of time. "But you've still gotta be careful, okay?"
I sigh. I can handle myself. "Okay."
"Now, will you let me talk to Warren and Jean for you?" He fiddles with the sleeve of my shirt as he speaks.
"Only if you answer me one question." I state cheekily.
"Deal. What do you want to know?" He kisses me quickly to seal the deal.
"What colour are your eyes?" I ask shyly.
"Red." He smirks. I punch him on the arm lightly.
"You know that's not what I mean!" I pull a face, making him laugh more.
"Brown." He says through his laughter. Brown.