Bring Me to Life [Natasha]

[Scott Summers]

He could still hear her voice, her murmur of trust, still feel her fingers sliding through his hair, her lips on his. The scene played through his mind over and over again, the large gap between than and now causing his jaw to clench. What had happened when he was ... not present? How much had changed?

And most of all, how did Jean fit into all of it...? He knew she had to play some part in it, it was illogical to think otherwise. And besides, she was the last person he had seen before the darkness took him. It was only fitting that someone she had been involved in the black out that closed over him like a wave. He just didn't know how.

He opened his eyes, feeling the pressure of the quartz lenses on the bridge of his nose and the pounding ache of his head. The room around him was red. Of course it was. He hardly noticed the difference anymore. Rising into a sitting position he tried to pinpoint exactly where he was. For a moment he thought it was the infirmary at the institute, but he was wrong. He realized that as soon as the hope built up; fleeing before the truth.

He touched his feet to the ground, the air chilled. He looked around, confusing slipping onto his face. He still had no idea where he was. He shook his head a bit, trying to shake away the biting of pain in his skull. He pressed his fingers to his temples, massaging gently, his face twisted in a grimace as he tried to rid himself from the migraine.