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Rowan liked it.

Nalia layed next to him still stroking his hair and looking at him sweetly

Rowan shifted.

Nalia went into Rowan's dream again , but she hid so Rowan couldn't see her

Rowan was making love to a dream Nalia.

As Cassandra sat alone by the lake, she could sense that someone else from the mansion was nearby. She didn't know who, but muttered to herself, 'Why can't anyone here mind their own business when it comes to a private conversation?!' Not letting herself getting frustrated over nothing, she ran her fingers through her hair, now loose and bellowing in the wind like water in air.

Scott walked behind Cassandra. "Cassie?"

She was such a deep reverie, that she hadn't heard Scott say her name.

"Cassie."

Hearing a voice nearby and shattering her reverie, Cassandra looked up at Scott. "I didn't know that you could heal so fast and that we are on first name basis."

"It was just my ribs." Sott sat down. "You remind me of a friend."

"....Who do i remind you of?" she asked with a small curious aire in her tone.

"A person named Jean Grey."

She looked at him for a moment. Cassandra felt sad deep down, hating the fact that she could be the painful reminder of this man's past lover. But, she didn't show it.

Scott looked through his red sunglasses then he kissed Cassandra.

Cassandra was shocked that this man was kissing her, but was too shocked to pull away. As she closed her eyes, she got a flashback to one of the memories that she saw in Scott's mind. It was one of scott proclaiming his love to Jean. When the flash was over, Cassandra got the brain to shove Scott away from her.

"Sorry."

She immediately got to her feet and began to walk as fast as she could away from the lake back to the mansion. "Good night, Mr. Summers!" Cassandra yelled over her shoulder. She hoped with that said, he'd get the hint to leave her alone for a while.

Scott wnet to his room.

When she got to the mansion, Cassandra headed for the weight training room. She knew she was going to be very short on sleep, but she didn't care. Maybe beating the tar out of some of the equipment would get Scott's memories out of her head.