Disclaimer: I own nothing of X-men. Save for my purchased comics that I treasure. (My Precioussses!)

AN: So, being an avid fan of both X-men comics and the movies, I decided to combine them. I'm using the majority of the first two movies, but leaving out the part where Jean dies. Just pretend she lifts the plane and such from INSIDE the plane. And don't even think about X3. None of that junk entered in here, I assure you. I'm also pulling from the comic books, as some of my characters aren't from the movie. I.e. Gambit and other later ones. Yeah. I think everything else should be self explanatory. Hope you enjoy it:)

Chapter 1: A tear?

(As in paper, not crying)

Jean snapped awake. Something bad was happening. Really bad. She couldn't think of the right words for it. It's almost as if there's… a tear, she thought, searching for her slippers, but in what? I just have this hunch it's some sort of tear… She stopped cold. I do not have hunches, I have telepathy. Silently swearing, she bolted out her door and ran down the hall, not caring who she woke up. Logan's room.

Logan's door was cracked open. Jean pushed on it gently. It swung open easily. She scowled. No Logan to be seen. A door opened across the hall. Rogue stepped out followed by Gambit.

"What's goin' on?" Rogue asked, running a hand through her striped hair. Jean gave the two of them an incredulous look.

"You two are…" she was too astonished for words to come easily, "together?" Rogue looked horrified; Gambit smirked.

"No," Rogue stated firmly, "we ah not! A bunch 'a us were over in Bobby's room watchin' a flick." Jean nodded understandingly and turned back to Logan's room.

"When did either of you see Logan last?" she asked, opening a drawer. She shut it hurriedly.

Rogue frowned. "Earlier tonight, 'fore comin' over here. How 'bout you, Remy?"

"Hm. If Remy 'members right, I saw him gettin' into the fridge, 'round supper. So, not so helpful. Why? What's wrong?"

"I can tell something is off here, but I can't pinpoint what it is. And Logan's not here. He was when I woke up."

Rogue nodded. Then a thought hit her. "Wait a sec. You were in here wit Logan?"

Jean looked disgusted. "No, Rogue. I felt him here the telepathic way."

"Oh." Rogue looked disappointed. Gambit crouched, examining something on the floor.

"Hey!" he called, pointing, "Look at this!" Beyond his finger sat a flawless, steel-like metal ball.

"Don't touch it!" Jean shouted tensely. Gambit and Rogue froze. Jean crouched down next to him to get a better look.

"It feels like this is the cause of the tear," Jean continued, "but it's like the tear was hiding itself…"

"What ah you talkin' 'bout?" asked Gambit.

Jean sighed and massaged her temples. "It's hard to explain. I'm not even sure myself. Ugh. All this telepathy hurts my brain." She stared back at the metallic ball. She sent a tiny tendril of her mind out to it. Suddenly, it started glowing and floating. The sphere tightened a vice-like grasp on her mind. She tried to pull her mind back. It didn't budge. Jean cried out in pain. She was getting sucked in.

Panic was written all over Gambit's face. "Cherie!" he asked Rogue, "You know her better! What should we do?"

"I 'ave no idea," Rogue said with concern.

Jean felt the pulsating sphere grapple with her mind. A memory exuded from it and rolled over her.

Logan sat bolt upright in bed. He groaned. Those dreams again. At least this time Rogue's not here to get injured by them. He grimaced at the memory. Then it hit him. Something was wrong. His instincts felt very wrong. He glanced around his room. There, in the corner, was a glowing silver ball, pulsating and softly humming

What the… Logan threw off his covers and went over to it. His claws slid out smoothly and silently. He circled it slowly, eyes fixed on it. He raised one fist cautiously, and prodded it with a claw.

The memory ended, releasing Jean's mind. Curious, she stretched out one finger and gently poked the orb. Blackness enveloped her.

Rogue and Gambit could only watch in horror as Jean disappeared into the pulsing blob.

"Jean!" Rogue yelled as Gambit stood shell-shocked.

"Now what ah we 'posed to do?" she asked Gambit.

"Well, look at the bright side, Cherie. At least now we know where monsieur Logan went, eh?" A smile touched her lips before vanishing.

"That's it!" Rogue yelled excitedly.

"What's it?" he responded, puzzled.

"I'm gonna folla them," she stated proudly.

"You're gonna what?"

"I'm gonna touch the floatin', glowin', ball thing," she said patronizingly.

"Why in the world? It's not safe," Rogue turned back to the sphere. "Rogue? Ya listenin"?"

"No." She reached toward it.

"Rogue!" he grabbed her shoulder to pull her back. She touched it. A second later, Logan's room stood deathly quiet. The only movement came from a faintly glowing metal sphere, slowly settling back onto the floor.

A/N: Yay! I have a bunch more of this written, but I won't post until it undergoes more editing.

HBD