in knowing you | scott summers

⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆ part six ⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆

Scott tore down the halls of the school. Boots thundering across the floor boards, the noise shattering any stillness that had grown within as the dust settled from Jeans outburst.

Confused, scared and even a little mad- Scott was trying to decide what to say to Jean upon their confrontation. He rounded the corner that opened up to the grand staircase of the main hall, legs carrying him as he tore up the stairs two at a time. Making a beeline for Jeans room.

He wasn't sure how he knew that she was there and he chose to not push the thought process too hard. He had a rising suspicion it had to do something with telekinetic abilities. Though why he felt the urgency to tear himself from those who were still collecting themselves at the party to confront Jean was lost on him.

Whatever drove him to leave Amberle's side was enough to leave him flustered and mad. And he couldn't shake the feeling that it was Jean who was calling him, making him leave to come find her.

He skidded once he met her door, throwing it open and stepping in, a mix of genuine concern but anger laced his tone.

"Jean! Are you-" he halted once he saw her. She seemed as if she had just awoken and sat up. She herself looks scared and confused and Scott felt just an ember of that hot anger inside of his dissipate. While he was feeling slightly betrayed by her summoning him the way that she did, she was his friend. And regardless of what she had done, she did seem to emit genuine and raw fear.

"Are you okay?" He managed out at last.

"What happened? We were outside, and then..." The red hair exhaled out, sounding truly confused and tired. Her shoulders dropped as her brows dipped, trying to piece everything together into a formable memory.

"You had an accident. You blacked out."

Scott approached a step further, a hand extending out in a manner that was intended to be calm. His entire demeanor breaking down so that she didn't feel threatened. The last thing everyone needed was another fallout by Jean.

His chest threatened to cave as he thought about Amberle. The blood that had poured from her nose just before she blacked out. While he had tried to coax her down from that, knowing how it could become overwhelming to feel what everyone was feeling at once. He could only imagine what that had felt like.

She had told him before that sometimes it was hard to keep the well down, to reel it in. The heightened empathy. He pondered if different emotions held different weight, if the terror that everyone at the party had felt was why she couldn't get her abilities back under control. The sheer amount and weight of such an emotion too much all at once.

Scott suddenly felt bad for how he himself had felt. Guilt began to claw in the back of his mind about the realization that he had added his own terror to that overflowing well.

"Did I..." Jean stammered, her voice seeming to have escaped her as she brought a hand to her right cheek. Her eyes sparkled with tears as things started to click.

"Did I do....do that?"

Scott shook his head. Deciding it was probably not best to even imply what she had done to the rest of the party goers. While no one was seriously injured, there were many cuts and bruises. Likely even some sprains.

"It's fine." He assured, taking a few more steps closer.

"No, it's not fine." Her voice cracked, eyes tearing away from him as the guilt pressed into her. Jean's silver lined eyes broke, tears slipped down her cheeks.

Scott got the sudden urge to shake her. Why had she summoned him here? Used her abilities on him to make him come to her?

He wanted to believe that she hadn't done it on purpose, perhaps she truly hadn't. But why him? The question sat wrong on him.