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Turning Point of the Heart

by slickboy444 0 reviews

AU on how the X-men came to be. Major Jott and Kurtty. Scott, Jean, Kurt, Kitty, Evan, and Rogue have all had horrible lives. See how they ban together and become the future X-men with the help of ...

Category: X-Men: Evolution - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama, Romance - Characters: Cyclops - Warnings: [?] [R] [V] - Published: 2006-03-21 - Updated: 2006-03-22 - 3041 words

X-men: Evolution of the Heart
Chapter 22: Turning Point of the Heart


It had been a month since the events of Asteroid M and the X-men were in a welcomed state of calm. Mystique and Magneto had disappeared and the Brotherhood had been keeping their distance since the whole incident. While there was still great feelings of bitterness on their part, they still didn't fight them because of their unwillingness to be defeated again. Pietro still had a rivalry with Evan and Wanda still had a grudge against Rogue, but they didn't let it escalate any further than that. Now the X-men focused solely on matters of their own instead of the Brotherhood.

Since the incident, Kitty and Lance hadn't spoken much despite Lance's efforts. Kitty felt alienated in a sense that Lance still fought against her and her friends despite what she thought they had. She no longer felt the same feelings for Lance that she had when she had first met him. Now Kitty knew more about Lance as a person and she didn't really feel that comfortable around him anymore because they were just so incompatible. They couldn't agree on much of anything and they couldn't even hold a decent conversation anymore. She also felt she couldn't share anything with Lance because he just wouldn't take it seriously enough. In Kitty's mind, Lance was no Kurt. She found that the time that she would usually spend talking to Lance was now being spent with Kurt. For these reasons, Kurt and Kitty's relationship had grown a lot deeper much to Lance's dismay.

Scott and Jean also grew a lot closer since Asteroid M. Even though it was quite a devastating blow to find his brother and lose him all over again, Jean helped Scott through it all. She found herself helping him in the same way he had helped her when she couldn't control her powers. Even though Scott didn't like to talk about it because of his private nature, he was still comfortable telling Jean. They spent a lot of time together, but they always insisted that they were 'just friends.' This was a little hard to believe on the part of the rest of the group because they acted so much like a couple that it was somewhat frustrating that they didn't see it. However, after such events as the Duncan incident and Asteroid M both of the older teens had begun reconsidering their 'only friends' relationship in turn for something more.


It was a crisp Thursday night and most of the team was simply relaxing after a nighttime danger room session. There was school in the morning, so sleep was definitely starting to sound good right about now, then the phone rang.

"The fuzzy dude's got it!" said Kurt as he ran towards the ringing phone and answered it.


For a moment there was no response, but soon Kurt heard the all too familiar voice at the other end.

"Is Kitty there?"

Kurt knew that voice. He'd know that voice anywhere; it was Lance.

"Vhat do you vant Lance?" said Kurt with a noticeably irked tone.

"I 'vant' to talk to Kitty. It's none of your business fur ball!" replied Lance with a mocking tone in his voice.

"Kurt, who's on the phone?" asked Kitty as she walked in to the room and noticed the distressed look on her friends face.

"It's Lance," said Kurt flatly as he handed her the phone.

"Oh...Thanks," said Kitty wearily, not liking that Lance was calling her and trying to ruin everything again.

Kurt ported out of the room with a sigh. He wished that Lance would just leave Kitty alone. He didn't like him or trust him one bit. To Kurt, Lance and Kitty too closely resembled to Jean and Duncan a couple of months ago. Now Kurt knew what it felt like to be in Scott's shoes. That whole fiasco could have ended a lot worse than it did and he desperately wanted to prevent something like that happening with Kitty.

Back on the phone, Kitty was in the mist of an uneasy conversation with Lance.

"Look Lance, I know you want us to start talking again, but I really don't think that is such a good idea," said Kitty upon listening to Lance's argument for at least the fifth time.

"Come on Kitty, why can't we just go back to the way things were?" coaxed Lance.

"We can't go back Lance..." replied Kitty sternly, "The asteroid incident, the Mystique thing, and you and the Brotherhood in general aren't things I can just up and forget!"

"Hey, I made it a goal not to fight you in our petty brawls!" retorted Lance.

"But you still fought against my friends! If you really did care, you wouldn't have fought at all!" replied Kitty getting more frustrated by this conversation.

"So what? You expect me to abandon my friends for yours!?"

"No I expect you to make the right decision!"

"You expect me to make what YOU think is the right decision!"

Kitty then rubbed the sides of her head for the inevitable headache this was going to cause.

"Look, this is getting nowhere Lance," said Kitty.

"You're damn right it isn't!" yelled Lance back as he slammed the phone down.

Kitty then fought back her anger as she put the phone back on the hook. Lance always seemed to find new ways of making her angry. She really thought she liked Lance, but he was so stubborn and just blamed all the problems he faced on everyone but himself. Either way there was no more denying how miss-matched she and Lance truly were.


Down in the danger room, Scott and Logan were fixing some of the machines that had been trashed in their latest session. It was a hard, messy job but it had to be done. Jean was in the control room with Ororo upgrading the command console, but her eyes kept casually drifting off to Scott below, who had been working with his shirt off in the hot, enclosed area.

"Okay, almost done and...There!" said Ororo as the computer then came back to life with a gentle hum. "Thanks a lot for your help Jean. So how's it look?"

"It looks...Great," said Jean in distracted tone.

Ororo couldn't help but laugh, for she knew that Jean wasn't referring to the computer when she said that. Noticing Ororo's humored look, Jean snapped back to reality.

"Oh...Uh...Sorry Ro. Just a bit distracted I guess," said Jean sheepishly.

"It's quite all right Jean," smiled Ororo. "You know, I've noticed that you and Scott have gotten very close in the past few months."

"Yeah...Scott's always been there for me. He helped me control my powers; he helped me with Duncan."

"And you've helped him as well," said Ororo who still clearly remembered Jean's actions from the Asteroid M incident.

"I guess so, but its always kind have been that way for as long as we've known each other," replied Jean whose gaze once again drifted to Scott.

Ororo couldn't help but laugh again at Jean's constant distraction. Both she and Scott had been acting a lot different lately even though they keep saying their just friends. This was kind of redundant because pretty much everybody noticed from the time that they met the pair that Scott Summers and Jean Grey shared a special bond. However, there was no denying how much they've grown anymore. They were no longer the lost, famished kids they had found less than a year ago. They had grown a lot both mentally and physically...And some of that physical growth was the source of Jean's distraction.

"You know Jean, there may be more there than just friendship," said Ororo breaking Jean out of her daze.

"You think so?" asked Jean with a hopeful look on her face.

"I know so," assured Ororo with a smile.

Jean thought about those words and simply sighed.

"Maybe you're right Ro. It's just that...For so many years, Scott and I had nothing to look forward to. We had no future, no hopes, and a lot of memories that we desperately wanted to forget. Now...We actually have a future when just a year ago I doubted how much longer my friends and I could actually survive. I just...I want to make it work, but I don't want to risk what we already have. If I lost Scott's friendship, I don't know what I'd do."

"Don't worry Jean," said Ororo, "I can't say I know how hard your lives have been because I honestly don't. But you know...And Scott knows. This is a great time for new beginnings and a great time for letting someone special know how you really feel. Besides...They say the best relationships start from friendships."

Jean took those wise words to heart. They just made too much sense to ignore in her mind. Before she and Storm left, she took one last look at Scott in the room down below and smiled. He waved and she waved back as she went upstairs.

Down in the danger room, Scott was helping Logan fix and improve some of the turrets and obstacles that had been trashed in their latest session. He was mostly doing the wiring of the machines while Logan took care of the more heavy tasks. However, Scott's mind was not totally focused on the job at hand. He found himself distracted many times towards Jean in the observation deck. He would simply loose focus and stare before he forced himself to focus once more.

"Man, these things are a pain in the ass to install. Too bad they've got to be thrashed later," grunted Logan he made a few extra adjustments.

Scott chuckled slightly at Logan's attitude, but there was something else on his mind that had been overshadowing his thinking for the past few weeks. Well...Maybe the past few years, but it had gotten a lot more serious only recently. For a while now he had been thinking about Jean and how their relationship had changed. He felt that it was growing a lot deeper than before ever since Asteroid M. There was no doubting that losing his little brother all over again hurt, but with Jean there it didn't seem as hard this time around. She had been there for him and saved him twice through the whole thing. With him and Jean growing closer, he wondered if their relationship could evolve in to something more. Suddenly, he found himself asking Logan for advice.

"Logan, have you ever really...You know, liked somebody?" asked Scott.

"Pliers," said Logan flatly.

Scott reached in to the toolbox and absentmindedly handed him something else, but that was because he was still too distracted at this point.

"I said pliers, not wire strippers! Use your head Cyke," grunted Logan.

Scott sighed as he grabbed the pliers this time and continued to seek Logan's advice.

"I mean have you ever felt something so strong for somebody that you just couldn't get the words out?" asked Scott.

Logan grunted. "Yeah once...Most beautiful bike I ever saw. She had it all, comfortable seat, shiny rims, and a paint job like no other. I was so speechless that somebody else bought her."

That wasn't quite the answer Scott had in mind, but it did have some truth in it.

"But...How's the guy suppose to know if the girl feels the same way?" said Scott as he finished up the last bit of wiring.

Then, Logan stood up from under the machine and cleaned his hands on a dirty rag.

"Here's how I see it kid. I'd like to get this done before the next ice age. So if you don't tell her...I will."

"No! That's okay," said Scott in a quick response. "I'll do it."

"Good, now let's get this done now shall we?" said Logan as he grabbed a monkey wrench and went back to work.

Scott sighed, for he knew Logan probably wasn't the best person to ask for advice on love. That or he was just especially grumpy today. It could go either way with somebody like him. But as he got back to his wiring, he contemplated what he would do next. Scott could no longer deny his feelings for Jean, not after everything they had been through together over the years. Now he was getting sick of not saying anything. It seemed that the longer he went, the more it troubled him. Either way, there was no avoiding the fact that he would have to tell Jean...And he wanted to do it as soon as he could.


Scott collapsed on his bed after finishing the repairs in the danger room. It had taken a lot longer than he thought it would, but it was over now. He just wanted to lay back and fall asleep, but he had homework to do. As he opened his books and started to work, he heard a knock on his door.

"Scott?" said Jean from outside his closed door.

"Hey Jean. Come on in," replied Scott hiding the fatigue in his voice.

As the door opened Jean grew increasingly nervous. She felt her legs trembling slightly and her heart rate go up. She quickly took a deep breath and tried to regain her sense of calm. She didn't want to just up and tell him what she was feeling, so she was forced to improvise a little.

"You look beat," commented Jean.

"Yeah," replied Scott with a laugh, "I guess destroying the danger room and fixing it did a number on my energy. And I still have homework to do."

"Well, I hope you don't stay up too late. We've still got that big test tomorrow in Biology."

"Yeah, like that's gonna be a problem for you. Science is your best subject."

"That it is, but it doesn't mean an instant A."

"I guess your right," said Scott with a smirk.

There was a brief pause between them. Jean could tell Scott was pretty tired from the day. She then took a deep breath.

"Scott...I was thinking..." but she stopped there all of the sudden.

"Yes Jean?"

Jean then bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. Her mind had gone blank...And she truly didn't know what to say.

"Uh...Never mind," said Jean abruptly.

This immediately caught Scott's attention because that wasn't like her. He could tell something was on her mind.

"What is Jean?" asked Scott in a concerned tone.

"It's...Nothing really."

"Come on Jean, don't do that. I know something's wrong. What's bothering you?"

"Nothing...Well, there is something, but it's late and I know you're tired," said Jean getting a little more nervous.

Jean wanted to say more to him, but she just couldn't find the right words. She tried, but her nerves were just too shot.

"I'm never too tired to listen to my best friend, Jean. Now come on...Tell me," coaxed Scott worried about what was bothering her.

"I've kind of been meaning to talk to about something, but now's not the time. We'll talk tomorrow after school, okay?"

"But don't you have soccer practice tomorrow?" asked Scott in return, who had become very intrigued on what Jean wanted to talk about. From the feelings he could gather from her expression, he could tell it was something important.

"Oh yeah, and you have track," realized Jean sheepishly.

"Well, why don't we talk afterwards? It's not like I won't be around later," assured Scott.

Jean thought about that. She came wanting to talk to him now, but so far she had just made a fool of herself. She couldn't get the words out that she wanted despite her best efforts. She knew she was just no good at letting her feelings out after spending a lifetime bottling them up inside. Scott had always been the one person she could let these feelings out with, but this particular issue concerning her relationship with him was just too much to let out on her part.

"Okay," she said finally. "We'll talk tomorrow then."

"Great, just remember that I'm always here if something's bothering you," said Scott as he put an arm around her and gave her a gentle hug.

Jean felt calmed by the feeling of his touch and his words. It was nothing new for the both of them, but lately it had been growing more meaningful. There was no denying that.

"I know Scott...Thank you," said Jean with a smile as she got up and started to leave.

"Night Jean," said Scott with a smile.

Jean stopped and smiled back at him.

"Good night Scott."

After that Jean retired to her room and got ready for bed. She desperately wanted to tell Scott the feelings she had been dealing with for him over all the time she had known him. But she just couldn't, no matter how much she wanted to. Hopefully tomorrow would bring something new. They weren't on the streets anymore, so she didn't have to worry about him not being there.

Just then Jean had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. It felt like a strange sense of foreboding that something bad was going to happen. It made her head ache and her mind spin. She took a deep breath and lay back on her bed and tried to forget this strange feeling. It was more than intuition; it was something more...It was like a warning that something terrible was going to happen very soon.


AN: Uh oh, what could that feeling of foreboding mean? Is something bad going to happen? I won't tell you now so you'll just have to stay tuned and find out! By the way, did you get those scenes from "Blind Alley?" I just had to put those in there. Don't forget to review! I will post sooner if I get enough demand. Send them to me at or post them on Thank you for reading and best wishes to you all!

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