we are the fallen [jean]

[Scott Summers]

He'd awoken where he wasn't supposed to be. And she hadn't been there. The shock of it didn't settle in until afterwards. It didn't wash over him until he stopped in front of the mansion. And now...? Now he was stepping through the threshold, almost cautiously. His eyes swept the entrance hall. It looked the same. Nothing had changed. ...Yet. Everything had changed.

His eyes searched for her, his heart yearned for her. But there was no one. There was no flash of red that caught his eye, there was just a silence. An uneasy sort of silence that didn't make Scott Summers feel welcome at all. So he stood there, his hand still on the open door. Was she there? He didn't trust his voice so didn't speak, just stood.

Waiting.

Wondering.

(NOTES: So sorry that this took a while! And that it's short! D: I'll do better next time!