TITLE: His Glasses, Her Gloves
AUTHOR: Arimis Adkinson

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DISCLAIMER: The X-Men and All Marvel characters names and distinctive
likenesses thereof are the trademarks of Marvel Characters Inc. Film
Roman And Marvel Studios. I don't own anything. SUMMARY: An accident
leads to a betrayal.
PARINGS: Scott/Jean Scott/Rogue Jean/? Rogue/?
SPOILERS: None..
DISTRIBUTION: If you have anything else I've written take this too.
Otherwise want, take, have and let me know where it's at.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first shot at fic of this variety. Choose who ever
you want to fill in the question marks.
Feedback: Please read and review. I need the encouragement.

( Jean's P.o.V )

   His glasses and her gloves sit on the nightstand next to the bed we
share. Giving silent testament to the magnitude of our actions. I vainly
reach out with my powers and scan the mansion hoping that I can sense
either of them and find nothing. I realize no as I look at the clock
what time it is and how many hours had passed. Scott and Rogue would of
been back hours ago from the recruiting mission Xavier went with them
on. I feel the mattress shift as my fellow betrayer awakes. He sits up
and glances at the clock as well before noticing the items and pales at
the realization.

   " They know. " he states and I can only nod dumbly. " What do we do
now? " I ask after a moment of silence. " I...I don't know, hell I don't
even know how this happened the first time." He states as he gestures
between us and the bed. I stay silent as think back over the events that
lead us to this point.

   They had always been close. I realize that now even before the
accident. Two of kind the man with killer eyes and lady with lethal
skin. Set apart by their gifts even here among other mutants. They
understood each other on some intrinsic level no one else could. But
after the accident them seemed even closer. Rogue had been wearing a
short sleeve shirt a rarity for her but the heat or the day had been
unbearable to everyone thus leading us all outside to the pool.  Bobby
had just iced up a path to it before she came out. Her foot hit the
patch of ice and she slipped and Scott being Scott made a grab for her
gloved hand. He missed but did catch her elbow unbalancing himself in
the process. In trying to regain his footing he inadvertently pulled her
into him and sent them sprawling backwards. The force of their impact
with the ground was enough to knock his ruby-quartz glasses off. Leaving
a Bewildered Scott holding an equally astonished Rogue on his lap
looking into each others eyes. I can still remember the wonder in their
voices. as Beast explained that he could not figure out why their
mutations all of a sudden cancelled each other out now when they didn't
in the past.

   I guess that is where the jealousy started on both our parts. The
things that we so much a part of Scott and Rogue's friendship started to
annoy us. Even before Scott and I began dating, he was one the people
here that wasn't afraid to touch her. It was common place to find them
sparing or running training simulations in the danger room. Or to find
the asleep braced against each other with the books they were reading in
their laps. All the little intimacies they shared before the accident
took on whole new meaning now or at least they did in our eyes. Scott
and Rogue on the other hand carried on as if nothing had happened. I
made the mistake of asking Scott why they acted the way they did. He
said " Rogue is happy in her relationship. and I am happy with you so
why should and thing change? ".
   If we had been smart that would have been it but our jealousy and
fear kept us together and picking. Scott, Rogue and Ororo were out on a
field training mission with some of the new recruits when it happen for
the first time. We were together in this room talking about it I am
still not sure who kissed whom first. One kiss lead to another and
before we knew it we were in bed together.  Doing what we had for all
intents and purposes accused the of doing.  The first time was supposed
to be the last time as well but every time he Professor would send them
out on a mission or they had training session we were together in his
room or mine. We were quiet and sneaky and no one knew until today.

   Today was Scott and my one year anniversary. But Cerebro detected a
mutant yesterday. So off they went and off to bed we went. Scott called
to check in a few hours ago saying they be back about four hours ago by
the clock. Siting behind his glasses and her gloves.

   His Glasses And Her Gloves sit on the nightstand condemning us for
the affair that we've had and those we have hurt. Her gloves are crossed
in a X. His glasses sit in the center of the X reflecting the tears
running down our faces as we understand for the first time what our
jealousy, fear, lust and mistrust have cost us.

( Elsewhere )

   A red convertible streaks down an empty stretch of road. The driver a
man in in crimson shades, the passenger a woman in gloves with a shock
of white hair ruffling in the breeze. If you looked close enough you
would see the tracks their tears had left as the wind  on their faces
blew them away.