Reflections of the Heart and Soul: Part Two

by Dorell

In the depths of his fortitude, Apocalypse slept...recovering from the expenditure of the absolute power gathered from The Twelve. He knew of the power, just not at how taxing or tiring it could be. Even in the borrowed form and body of Scott Summers, the great eternal being needed to rest.

So he did. Deep in the lower chambers. And as he did, Scott's spirit awoke, no longer under the influence and oppression of Apocalypse and the overwhelming power generated from The Living Monolith and The Twelve.

This was the only time the soul and mind of Scott Summers was able to break free. To leave his eternal prison, locked within the essence of Apocalypse and reach out and be his own. Albeit, there was no physicality to this presence...but it was still his own. It was pure, full of life and feeling. It was the true Scott Summers. The one who had joined a school whis strove to accomplish a dream. The one who took leadership and guided the X-Men, his friends and family. The one who fell in love and married the beautious redhead known as Jean Grey.

It was her essence that kept him going, kept him fighting for a way to break free so that he could return to her. His mind was alive with thoughts of her, his spirit animated with his love for her. And, as he had almost everytime Apocalypse retired to rest, he ran the same request through his mind...hoping that one day it would get a response.

~~Jean...~~

~~I'm coming Jean~~

~~As soon as I get out of this wretched prison of a body, break from Apocalypse's hold...I'll return to you.~~

~~I promise you that. I'll find a way.~~

~~To escape and be with you again.~~

~~Just please...wait for me.~~

~~Don't do what I did and give up hope.~~

~~Don't lose faith, as I did.~~

~~You were always faithful to me, always had hope, always were strong..~~

~~Stay that way. Wait for me, love...I'll be back.~~

~~I know it's a tremendous thing to ask of you...but please...~~

~~Just as you rose from the ashes, so will I.~~

~~Nothing has come between our love...not even death was able to slow it down.~~

~~You never believed me to be gone, you still believe me to be alive..in some way.~~

~~I am Jean.~~

~~I am alive.~~

~~And I will come back to you.~~

~~For I love you more than anything in this world.~~

~~Just wait for me...~~

~~Wait for me.~~

~~Wait for me.~~

Jean Grey-Summers lay in her bed, their bed. Her eyes were closed but she was no where near falling into a deep sleep. Months had passed and she was still unable to sleep an entire night. She missed the warmth of her husband when he slept next to her. She missed the occasional hand around her waist, the feel of his breath on her neck when they spooned, the sound of his breathing that helped to lull her to sleep. Now, she was alone...and it was cold and empty.

Slowly she rolled onto her side, pulling the pillow on which Scott use to rest his head close to her body. It still carried the scent of his shampoo, but it could never be a replacement. Clenching to the pillow, a tear slid down her cheek as her body began to relax, slipping into the state of slumber. It was then that Jean let her mind relax. Soon, the memories of their life together flooded, replacing her dreams. The day they first met, their first date, the many reunions, their wedding...all the good swirled in her mind, soothing her, helping her to fall deeper into sleep.

That's when her mind reached out in search of...to embrace those memories that were so vivid. While doing so, she caught a slight glimpse of a new vision. A dream perhaps? There was Scott...yet more in the form of a spirit...reaching out to her. His lips moving..letting out slight whispers.

~~I'm coming Jean...~~

~~Wait for me...~~

~~Wait for me...~~

~~Wait for me...~~

"Scott!"

Jean's eyes snapped wide open, the emerald green sparkling with a mixture of shock, disbelief, fear, and joy. She inhaled sharply as she quickly sat upright, a hand reaching out, grasping...but only air filled her fist as it closed. Her breath was heavy, slightly irratic and her heart was racing. She ran a hand through her red locks, wiping away small beads of sweat that had formed on her brow. That wasn't a dream...it was him. It was really Scott, for she had felt his essence through their link. It was too strong to be a dream. He was alive.

She eased her grip on the pillow, her knuckles returning to their original skin color from the pale white they had turned. After regaining control of her breath, she frantically tried to reach out to him over the link, but received nothing. There was too much interference. He had slipped away from her. She had him...but had let him go.

With a quick motion, she pushed off the covers and darted out of the bed. He was alive. She knew it, she felt it and now she was going to do everything in her power to get him back. Throwing on some clothes, she left the boathouse and headed towards the mansion. Nothing was going to deter her from her task at hand. Nothing.

Back in the chambers where Apocalypse rested, Scott Summers' soul rested a bit easier. He had felt her response through the link they share. He had reached her, felt her greiving for him as well as her undying love and hope for his return. She knew he was alive, and that soon, they would be together. For she would come for him and help him to break free.

And while deep in a restful sleep, Apocalypse smiled...

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