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Post by cyclops on Dec 11, 2003 23:14:03 GMT -4
"Christine just told me I've been gone for a week. I...I don't know what happened. I think I wrecked my car. I woke up in the ditch a few miles down the road and walked here."
He stopped, and tried to piece his memory together.
He had driven into town to pick up a new pair of basketball shoes, and try them out at the gym at Bayville High. He remembered driving home, turning off the main road onto Greymalkin Lane, and then waking up in the ditch. He frowned. He could vaguely sense a passage of time between the last two events, but his memory was a black hole.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry Jean. I have no idea where I've been."
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Post by jeanxmen on Dec 11, 2003 23:25:07 GMT -4
"Wow..I had no idea. I mean, I had thought that maybe you had decided to get away from the mansion for awhile, for whatever reason. Personally, I had to stay with my family while my father was very ill. I came back and found the place a mess. Especialy with Magneto as the head of the Mansion. Xavier put him in charge, though I still don't know why. Everyone is so suspicious of each other lately, its kind of scary," Jean said sincerly. She squeezed Scott's hand softly, and waited for him to reply.
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Post by cyclops on Dec 11, 2003 23:31:41 GMT -4
Scott's hand tingled where Jean touched it, and he blushed slightly.
At the mention of Magneto's name, however, he bristled.
"Christine mentioned that, but I still can't believe Logan and Ororo let him take over. I have to talk to them..."
It was too much. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his legs gave out from underneath him.
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Post by jeanxmen on Dec 12, 2003 17:00:41 GMT -4
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it either, but after talking to him, I believe his intentions are worthy of us giving him our trust. After all, he hasn't done anything to make us distrust him. At least, not recently. I th-" Jean tried to finish, before she screamed, seeing Cyclops fall to the floor, his legs giving out on him. She rushed to his side, and lifted his head up slightly, patting his cheeks lightly to try and wake him. Come on, Scott. Don't do this now. I need you right now. Wake up, Scott..please? Jean told Scott psycically. She stroked her hand through his sweaty hair and looked around desperately, trying to find someone who could help her out.
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