Scott sighed heavily as he sat on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on his head as tears rushed down his cheeks. It had been almost a full year since Jean had died, but… he still couldn't get her out of her head. Why didn't she let him help her? Why didn't they just…? He closed his eyes. It wasn't fair. He stood slowly and turned, looking at the bed they used to share. He could remember nights when they were younger when they stayed up all night just talking; talking about training, talking about where they wanted to go for vacations. They really never got to take one. He blinked. God, he wished he could hold her just one last time. Tell her how much he loved her, tell her… Tell her that how much he missed her.

He turned away and walked into the bathroom. He flicked the switch and the light flooded the room. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't slept in days. Their anniversary had just passed and he didn't know how he got through it without her.

He turned and let the boxers drop to the floor. He pulled the shower curtain to the side and stepped into the shower. He reached down and let the water run down his back. Maybe a shower would help ease his mind? Pfft, doubt it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw her. Whenever he walked through the school hallways, he saw her. He saw her everywhere. He just wanted to get away from this place, but he didn't have any where else to go and the school, the students, needed him.

After a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He fixed his hair and walked out of the bathroom, getting ready for the very long day a head of him.

Logan sighed and walked down the side of the hallway. The Professor told him to find Scott. Goodie, he thought. But to tell the truth, they've grown to be friends after what happened with Jean. No where near where it's supposed to be. They have their quarrels sometimes, (okay, a lot), but they were better than they were.

He walked towards Scott's dorm but paused when he saw him coming out. "Hey," he called. "The Professor wants to see you."

Scott looked over to him and nodded. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute." He said.

Logan's eyes narrowed. He had his time to grieve, but he knew that Scott was still holding onto her. He was only hurting himself. He sighed, nodded and turned away walking towards his morning classes.

When Scott got there, the Professor smiled to him. "Good morning, Scott. How are you today?"

"As good as I'll ever be, thanks for asking Professor. What did you need to speak with me about?" He asked, sitting down tiredly in front of his desk.

"I just wanted to tell you that you will be having some new students coming into your class today. They are very shy, almost like you were when you--"

Scott shook his head and stood. "That's great. I guess I'll go meet them then…" He turned and walked out of his office. He didn't want to hear about the 'old days' and he didn't have time to either. He walked into the classroom and not too long after his students came in and a few new faces, just as he had said. He walked over to one of the boys and shook his hand. "Welcome to our school, if you need anything just tell me…" They were shy alright. He wondered what powers they had, but they weren't supposed to ask so, he just got on with the class.

He looked over the many faces and thoughts raced through his head for a quick moment. Would they experience the same things they had? The pain, the heart ache? The destruction and the horror? God, he hoped not. What would happen when they were all gone and the next generation was left?

He turned and started reading from the book. It wasn't time to wonder about things, it was time to teach and be strong for them. He let out a long breath and continued.

The Professor sighed as he looked out of the window. It had been a full year, but Scott had yet to grieve completely. He closed his eyes. He knew it would be hard for him. He thought he had felt something before, but now… it was completely gone. Could she still be alive from something like that? He doubted it. If she was, why hadn't she returned? Why hadn't she came to comfort them the way she always had? He sighed… The only power he wished he had right now was the power to turn back time… It would make so many things different.

"God, Jean… We miss you…" He whispered. He hoped she'd hear him.