TITLE: Wrapping Up
AUTHOR: Jos Mous
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own any characters, not making a profit. You know the drill.
UNIVERSE: X-Men: Evolution
NOTE: Apart from endless Net 5 reruns of X-Evo season 1, my life is completely devoid of X-Men influences. This therefore is likely to be my very last X-Men fanfic and really I only wrote it because I wanted to put this forever nameless series to a close. So obviously, a couple of developments are a tad rushed and really skirting the edge of believability. Still, I hope you enjoy it.
A silence hung in the room. It wasn’t a pleasant silence. It was thick and choking, smothering every but the most determined sound. It loomed ominously between Kitty, Rogue and Jean, humming with the things that have just been Said. And the problem with things that have been Said is that they cannot be Unsaid. The only way the silence could go away was through a Reaction, which, in this kind of situation, would always be the wrong one.
Jean clumsily got on her feet. “I… I’ll be going now.”
The other two nodded.
After Jean had closed the door behind her, Rogue ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “Fuck,” she said.
Kitty nodded in agreement.
The next day after school Rogue walked up to Jean’s locker. The two of them looked uncomfortably at each other for a while.
“Come on, let’s walk,” said Rogue.
“Sure,” said Jean.
It wasn’t until they were well away from the High School building before either of them spoke again.
“Nice day,” said Rogue.
“Yeah,” said Jean. “Guess Spring’s coming up.”
“Usually does round this time of year,” said Rogue.
“That’s true,” said Jean. Then, with a deep breath, “Look, I’m sorry I…”
“Shush,” said Rogue, holding up a finger. “I understand.”
“You… you do?” Jean asked sceptical.
“Been there myself,” said Rogue. Then she shot a sideways look at Jean. “Well… not exactly there, but close enough. Kitty hasn’t, though.”
“Good for her,” said Jean.
“Yeah, I guess,” said Rogue. “So, on a scale of one to infinity, how confused are you feeling?”
“Infinity plus one,” said Jean.
“Figured you would say that,” said Rogue.
“It’s just when I’m… you know… I always… I mean, I try. Boys, other girls even, but I always end up…”
Rogue nodded. “I see.”
“And it’s never either… it’s always both, you know? It’s like there’s this part of me, that…” Jean sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Rogue shrugged. “I love Kitty,” she said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Only girl I ever loved,” she said. “Only person, come to think of it.”
“You have no idea how much I know that,” said Jean.
“So I take it you understand how I feel?”
“Even without the mutant powers,” said Jean.
“But on the other hand, I don’t exactly enjoy seeing you suffer either,” said Rogue.
“What are you saying?”
“I have no idea.”
Kitty enjoyed having Rogue comb her hair. It always gave her a weird sense of safety and a feeling of being loved. Plus it felt real nice, which was always a neat bonus.
She didn’t particularly enjoy it tonight, though.
“So did you talk to her?” Kitty asked.
“Hm-hmm,” said Rogue, quickly running an ungloved hand through Kitty’s hair before resuming combing it in earnest.
“So what’d she say?”
“Well what did you say then?”
“Not a lot,” said Rogue.
“So, like, how scared are you?”
“Rogue, I love you.”
A smile flashed over Rogue’s face. “Same here.”
“And I, like, want to be with you. For a real long time.”
Rogue laughed briefly. “Kittens, we’re still in High School.”
“Well, it’s never too soon to think about tomorrow,” said Kitty. “And I mean it too.”
“Thanks,” said Rogue.
“So what do we do about Jean?” Kitty asked.
“Well can’t we, like, hook her up with someone?”
“I don’t think so,” said Rogue. “Well, not unless we set her up with Prince Charming and right now, I think that’s us.”
“Think it’d work? I mean, in theory.”
“No,” said Rogue. “I’d get jealous.”
“She can touch you Kitty and I can’t,” said Rogue. “That’s all there is to it.”
“She wants you too, you know,” said Kitty.
“That’ll pass,” said Rogue. “She can’t touch me either.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“That’s different,” said Rogue.
“Kitty, we’re talking about… heck I don’t know what we’re talking about, but it ain’t gonna work. I know it won’t.”
“Fine. But then, how’re we going to help Jean? ‘Cuz she does need our help like it or not.”
“I don’t know.”
“So we’re just gonna, like, let her keep on hurting?”
“OK, now you’re just not playing fair.”
“Well good,” said Kitty.
Rogue sighed. “All right, let’s hear it. What do you propose?”
“We go out, the three of us, just once. And if either of us feels, like, even remotely uncomfortable I swear it’ll stay just that one time and we go try and find her someone else or something.”
“And if it ends up not being awkward?” Rogue asked.
“Then… we’ll see where it goes,” said Kitty.
The first date was dinner in a small restaurant. It didn’t start grand. Awkwardness ruled the conversation for some time. But then Kitty managed to find some common ground by talking about her dislike for her Maths teacher. The conversation lightened up considerably after that.
The second date was a movie. There hadn’t been much talking, but that was OK. Jean was the designated holder of the huge can of popcorn, simply because Rogue and Kitty were sitting on both sides next to her.
The third date was at a disco. The music played prevented any kind of slow dancing, which was fortunate. Several boys and two girls repeatedly hit on Jean. They were all ignored.
The fourth date wasn’t a date at all…
Jean was sitting on her bed. She was blindfolded and naked, waiting quietly, yet nervously, for what was to come. She could feel a gloved finger running down her side, then moving up to cup her breast. Jean didn’t know if it was Rogue or Kitty, which was part of the arrangement.
Rogue had been very adamant about that. No kissing, no touching, no holding hands unless there was something in the way. Later she might become more flexible, but not now, not yet.
Jean felt a second gloved hand crawling up her back, drawing soothing circles. This was a somewhat smaller hand. Kitty, perhaps?
The two hands travelled up Jean’s shoulders and gently pushed her down onto the back. Now four gloved hands tenderly explored Jean’s body and the redhead could feel the tension inside her rising.
Jean whimpered softly as the hands withdrew from her body, leaving her alone and burning. Something cold and plastic was put against her cheek and moved down across her jaw, neck, breasts, stomach and then down between her legs, where it started purring.
And then the world exploded.
After it was done exploding and had begun to pick up the pieces, Jean became aware that there were two fully clothed bodies lying intimately next to her, their hands still lazily drawing lines of fire over her skin.
“You can take off the blindfold now,” said one.
“If you want,” said the other.
“I think I’ll leave it for now,” said Jean.
There was some appreciative giggling.
“You know, I’m actually happy where I am right now,” said Jean. “Isn’t that strange?”
“Do you love us?”
“I think maybe I do,” said Jean.
“Then it’s not strange.”
“Especially since maybe we love you too.”
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