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The year following the events of the Phoenix was one of great self-reflection and discovery for Jean Grey.
She had to process what had happened to her. She spent so much time separating herself from the cosmic entity and rediscovering who she was that she hadn’t allowed herself to process the feelings she had buried long ago under guilt.
She knew she loved Scott Summers with all her heart. The events of the last year only reinforced that. He was her husband, her life partner, the person who stood at her side even when it felt everyone else was betraying her in fear of the Phoenix. He kept her anchored when the entity tried to tear away any sense of self Jean had left. He held her through every moment she feared losing herself. Loving Scott wasn’t even a question. She had no regrets in choosing him, in marrying him.
But she couldn’t deny the affection she had for Logan either. It wasn’t a passing attraction; it was overwhelming, something she could not ignore but not admit either. Her heart ached as it felt ripped in two. One half for the calculated, disciplined Cyclops, while the other was for the wild, impulsive Wolverine.
She wrestled with these feelings, with the guilt and shame. She told herself over again that Scott was more than enough. It was selfish of her to want more than she did for him. Wanting anything other than his love was a betrayal of the vows they made.
How could she look at the man she loved more than life itself, and long for someone else?
Her guilt was intense. It followed her everywhere like a weight she couldn’t drop, and was the heaviest during sleepless nights while she lay in the arms of her husband, feeling disgusted with herself for craving more than his touch. She tried hiding it, to convince everyone, Scott, even herself, that she was fine.
But Scott knew her better than anyone else ever has and ever will.
No matter how much Jean tried using forced smiles and reassurances, there were some things she couldn’t hide from him. They shared a unique psychic rapport stronger than any other. It was deeper than simple telepathic communication, deeper than spoken or mental words. Even if she refused to admit it was there, He could feel the weight she was carrying, and the feelings behind it.
At first, he resented it. Not her. Never her. But he resented the situation. The woman he loved was hurting, and he was the only reason she felt she couldn’t be honest. She was lying, to everyone, including herself, because she didn’t want to hurt him. A part of him resented himself too. Was there something Logan had that he didn’t? Something Jean needed that he couldn’t provide her with himself?
They had built a life together, and during it he gave her everything he knew how to. His love, his loyalty, his trust. He opened up to her about things no other living thing had heard, and she had done the same to him. And yet he couldn’t shake the fear that he wasn’t enough.
But the longer Jean suffered in silence, tearing herself apart, he realized something.
This wasn’t about him not being enough. It wasn’t about him at all.
It was about Jean struggling with the feeling she couldn’t want more. Need more. Only a year ago, she was declaring herself life incarnate, dealing with a cosmic being greater than human. And now she was struggling with the one thing that made her human.
Love.
Enough was enough. He spent the day planning the conversation in his head, wanting to perfect what he needed to say. He scripted out how much he loved her, loved their marriage, their life together. Nothing could change his mind on that. But he also prioritizes her happiness. If Logan is someone who also makes her happy, with him, not instead of, then maybe their relationship needed to evolve. Maybe it wasn’t one or the other. Maybe there was enough love for everyone involved.
Most importantly, this wasn’t Scott giving up on them. He was choosing this.
Then it came to sitting down with her. She sat across from him, and every word Scott had planned, the crafted speech he’d worked on all day, vanished the moment he looked in her beautiful eyes. All he could blurt out was:
“I know about Logan.”
Jean froze.
At first, she thought she misheard him.
“What?”
Scott held onto her gaze, powering through even though he felt he should look away.
“I know.”
As his words hung in the air, her face drained of color. Her eyes widened as white-hot panic spread through her body. Her darkest secret, her biggest fear, deepest shame; it’s all out in the open. Scott knew.
“No,” is all she can choke out, shaking her head. “Scott, I-”
“You don’t have to explain.”
“I do.” Her voice was nothing but a cracked whisper. She looked away from him, face hot in shame. “Oh god, I do.”
She pushed herself up to her feet so quickly the chair scraped across the hardwood floor. She tangled her fingers together, trying to stop them from trembling as panic settled head-to-toe. This was it. She was about to lose the man she loved all because she couldn’t be the wife he deserved.
“I’m so sorry.”
Her trembling voice broke Scott’s heart. Her first instinct wasn’t to lie or deny anything. It was guilt.
“Jean-”
“No!” She couldn't bring herself to look at him. Her body was turned partially away from him as she spoke; tears welled in her eyes. “I never wanted this. I tried so hard to make it go away. I told myself it wasn’t real. It was just… childish crush or… admiration, or even just leftover emotion from everything that happened with the Phoenix, even though it started before that. And it will just all go away if I ignore it long enough, because it doesn’t mean anything.”
She laughed at that, bitter, crossing her arms tight against her chest. “It didn’t.”
Silence. What could she even say now? She just admitted to loving another man straight to her husband's face.
“I love you.” She finally turned to face him fully again, tears rolling down her face. “I love you so much it hurts.”
“I know.”
“I never wanted to betray you.”
“You didn’t.”
She stared at him, confused. She expected him to be angry.
“I did.” She argued. “Every time I thought of him, every time I wondered what it would be like to…" She shook her head. "I felt like I was cheating on you!” She swallowed hard, looking down in shame.
“You weren’t.”
“I wanted someone else.”
Scott shook his head, closing the distance so there was only a few feet between the couple. “You loved someone else.”
“There isn’t a difference.”
“There is. Because you never stopped choosing me.”
Jean’s lip trembled. “I can’t stop loving him.”
“I know.”
“I hate myself for it.”
“I know that too.” He never raised his voice. Never expressed anger or disappointment. This was something his wife had struggled with alone for too long. She needed grace, not a lecture. “That’s why we’re having this conversation, Jean.”
She looked up at him, searching his face for the same hatred she felt for herself. Instead, she just found sadness and love. So much love.
"I've spent months watching you punish yourself," Scott said quietly. "Watching you convince yourself you're a terrible wife because your heart refuses to fit into the box you think it should."
Jean shook her head, watching as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You should be angry.”
“I was. I was angry at the situation. At how unfair it all felt. Believe me, I had every insecurity in the book. I wondered what Logan had that I didn’t. I thought I was failing you in some way that I couldn’t understand.” He took another step closer. “But I understand now that this isn’t about me not being enough.” He held his hand out, waiting for her to put hers into it. “This is about you believing love has limits. And I don’t think it does.”
Her breath caught as she stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was saying. “Scott…?”
“I love you.”
“I… I know.”
"I love you enough that I refuse to watch you hate yourself for loving someone else."
She shook her head in disbelief. "What are you saying?"
Scott let out a breath, his thumb tracing over the back of her hand. “I think we’ve been asking the wrong questions.”
“The wrong questions?”
He nodded. “I was asking myself why I wasn’t enough for you.” He managed a small, self-deprecating smile. "And you kept asking how you could love someone who’s not me. But neither of us asked ourselves whether or not those were the right questions to ask.”
The room went silent while Scott swallowed.
"Jean, do you love me?”
She looked offended. “You know I do.”
“I do,” He smiled. “And do you regret marrying me?”
“I could never regret that.”
“So you don’t want a divorce?”
“God no.” The thought made her sick.
Scott nodded, confirming what they both already knew. “Then nothing has changed.”
Jean blinked. "...What?"
"You still love me."
"Scott..."
"You still choose me."
"I do."
"And from everything I've seen..." He hesitated, not wanting to put words in her mouth, even if they both knew they were true. "You love Logan too."
“I wish I didn’t.”
“I know.”
“I’ve prayed for it to stop.”
“I know.”
“I don’t understand why it won’t.” She covered her eyes with her free hand.
Scott gently pulled her hand away and lifted her chin. “What if it’s something that doesn’t have to stop?”
He held her gaze, even as she looked at him like he was speaking another language.
“I don’t understand.”
"I'm not asking because I don't love you enough." His voice remained steady despite the ache in his chest. "And I'm not saying this because I want to lose you."
"You couldn't,” She said immediately. She needed him to understand that more than anything. Despite what she admitted to, she still loved him more than anything.
"I'm saying it because I don't think love works the way we've convinced ourselves it does."
Jean searched his face for the catch. There had to be one.
"If loving Logan doesn't make you love me any less..." Scott continued quietly, "...then why have we spent months acting like it does?"
She tried to speak, but no words came out.
“I’ve watched you torture yourself for months over these feelings you never chose to have, Jean. Feelings you never acted on but hated yourself for them anyway. And I can’t keep watching you do that.”
He took another deep breath, studying her for a moment before asking. “If no one had to lose… what would you want?”
His question hits harder than any accusation could. Not because she didn't know what she wanted, but because she'd never believed she was allowed to ask.
She looked at Scott through tear-filled eyes, searching for anger or resentment or disappointment in her. Something that matched the hatred she felt for herself. But she only found love.
And then suddenly Jean is met with a new thought. A question she’d suppressed without even realizing it. What if loving more than one person wasn’t a flaw she had to be ashamed of, but simply part of her identity she had yet to find?