On Century & Van Nez by Stormfreak

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, nor any of the songs used in this piece of work. This story contains character death and sexual content.

Jubilation Lee: Blame It On The Sun

I’m burying a legend and a goddess today. And it’s beautiful out here. I don’t want to be here. I want to be at the mall, or at the lake. Anywhere but here.

It’s my fault. It’s my fault they’re dead.

Jean Grey-Summers: Please Forgive Me

It’s my fault, you know. It’s my fault they’re dead. I was jealous. My jealousy killed my best friend...and the man I loved. The man I still love so much that it hurts. It hurts to see his body in that box, hard to see those strong hands that once caressed me in dark corners now holding the urn containing his wife’s ashes. His wife...his wife. Ororo, his wife. My best friend. It just wasn’t fair!

Scott Summers: You Make Me Sick
I hated Ororo. Her smug smile as she flounced past me, her silver hair teasing me as she went by. The way she’d cross her legs in meetings, letting her already short skirt ride higher up her thigh. The way she’d tilt her head when I spoke to her, as if dismissing me before I was even done speaking. I hated the way she’d close her eyes sometimes, her hand brushing her neck as if she were in some fantasy that none of us could join. I hated her for not being Jean, a woman who loved me. And I hated her for loving Logan, therefore causing Jean to stop loving me.

Rogue: Together Again

Somehow, someway, someone came up with this bright idea about a wedding. Now, you talk about your awkward moments. Sure, Jean and Ororo were best friends, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was less than thrilled that Storm was marrying Logan. Downright green-eyed, she was. It was so wrong, in my opinion - I mean, by now, Jean was too damn grown to want to still be the pretty girl! She was a married woman - what difference did it make if Logan no longer flirted with her?

Hank McCoy: The Stone

I look at my friend now, lying in his coffin and holding the ashes of his love. He looks so peaceful, so happy so…dead. Sometimes I can’t believe it myself. I mean, he was slated to live for a long, long time - far longer than the eight-three years he lived. Possibly for another eighty-three, and beyond. But he came to me, that night…

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