Jean and Scott confess their love for each other.
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Jean and Moira sit around a fire beneath the night sky.
Jean: I call myself human…but there are times, Moira, when I feel like I have more in common with them - the stars in the sky - than with other people.
Jean’s eyes blaze red as her hair flares up around her head.
Jean: Sometimes I can’t help thinking…I should have died on that shuttle. Resurrection is for gods. We humans should leave well enough alone.
The glow fades, and Jean wraps her arms around herself.
Jean: And what was the point? I saved the X-Men then, so they could die a few days later?! Thanks a lot! Scott used to say I was his window into the normal world. With me, he could try to touch feelings he’d spent a lifetime locking away, to keep himself from being hurt. But he was my anchor, as well - and never moreso than after this…my…change - his strength, his love, reminded me, reinforced what it meant, to be human. Without him -
Jean lays her head on Moira’s lap.
Moira: I know, I know, I know. The hurt seems more than you can bear… And the fear - of the unknown, of the future - seems even worse. But you mustn’t despair, my pet. You’ve friends aplenty who’ll serve as yuir anchor. An’ wi’ their help, God willing, you’ll be fine.
We pan back to see the cliffs of Muir island, smoke drifting into the sky.
Moira: You’ll be fine.
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Misty jerks awake.
Misty: NO!
Jean sits several feet away, hugging her knees to her chest.
Narration: So many thoughts and emotions - as multi-leveled as existence itself, some buried down so deep Misty isn’t the slightest bit aware of them, yet, to Jean, they’re as plan as the stars in the sky. No secrets, nothing hidden, nothing sacred. Before, this total a psi-scan was beyond her capability. Now, it’s second nature, as casually done as breathing.
Jean: You cried out. Anything wrong?
Narration: So thin a line, Jean muses, between looking and manipulating. So thin, so temptingly terrible.
Misty: You.
She stands, moving to sit across from her.
Misty: We haven’t known each other long, Jean, but I figure we’ve become solid friends. A lot closer than I feel to folks I’ve known my whole life.
Jean: Likewise.
Misty: But lately…you’ve changed.
Jean: More than you know.
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Misty sleeps fitfully on the beach, and Jean’s mind reaches out to her. In Misty’s dream, she’s torn between Danny and Colleen when she’s confronted by a flaming raptor.
Phoenix: Where do I fit in? If anyplace at all?
Misty: What are you?
Phoenix steps from the searing light, outstretching her hand.
Phoenix: A friend…who needs a friend.
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Jean models her new green and gold costume.
Jean: What do you think?
The Professor’s present.
It’s The Thought That Counts
