in knowing you | scott summers

⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆ part eight ⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆

The following morning, Scott and Amberle were woken up by Charles himself.

The two had been nestled comfortably in the bed, arms and legs molded to fit around one another. Both had slept deeply following the previous days events and all that had transpired.

"Good morning. I need you both to suit up and meet at the Jet. We have located Jean and need to make quick work of getting out to her."

The Professor's voice in their heads stirred them awake, both rose groggily from the warmth of one another's arms and the blankets.

Amberle moved about robotically. Slipping out of her pajama's into biker shorts and a t-shirt. Something that would be easily to slip in and out of to put on the uniform-

Charles had said 'both of you'

Scott had been sending quick glances to Amberle, wondering if she was going to express any bit of excitement. He saw the moment it hit her that she was going on a mission as an X-men.

She turned towards him, eyes wide and mouth half open, "He wants me there too." She states, clearly surprised.

He couldn't not smile, he nodded, "Yes he does. Now we've got to hurry up or they might leave without us. Don't forget to brush your teeth too."

She twisted her face at him, but her lips also peeled into a smile. Every movement of her then became peppy.

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The couple tore down out of the locker room at the same time. Amberle had twisted her hair back into a low bun, though stray curls had already fallen loose and framed her face.

Scott had managed to put some type of hair gel in to get his locks to stay in place. He nodded to the blonde as a form of recognition before he led them to the door on the right, which opened into the awaiting jet.

Everyone had suited up, even Raven and Hank were there. Raven had discarded the pretty blonde look and now was in her revert form, fire orange hair, blue scaled skin and yellow eyes.

Scott and Amberle quickly took the two empty seats and buckled in. Amberle couldn't stop fidgeting with her hands, fumbling with her grandmother's family heirloom ring that adorned her left pointer finger.

Charles only nodded to the two as they settled in. No one else spoke a single word. It was tense, the air was thick with it. Amberle didn't need to reach out to feel that- she feared she would drown in it.

Charles muttered some coordinates to Hank, who was at the helm of the jet. He then punched in those same coordinates to a command center on the switch board. He flicked on some switches and the jet roared to life. Overhead, Amberle could hear the basketball court opening up for them to depart.

How many times had she watched this very jet depart from beneath the basketball court, wishing she was aboard? And here she was, strapped in and departing alongside her friends.

While the circumstances that had brought her here were not ideal- chasing after your friend who had a mental breakdown explosion that sent dozens of teenagers soaring through the air- she held hope that they would bring Jean back.

Jean was probably just scared. Her outburst had absolutely been an accident, though no one was seriously hurt- it was more so scary than actually harmful. But accidents happened here all the time.

Scotts first day here, he had literally eye beamed an entire tree in half. What was a little explosion from Jean compared to that?

Besides, no one blamed her. She had absorbed a solar flare. She had been holding in an insane amount of energy. It was only a matter of time before something happened.