Tomorrow's Fate

Authors Note: I thought I'd better explain the situation of the story to you readers so you don't get confuzzled:- Every single one of the X-Men are teenagers; for example - Logan, with his age unknown, is nineteen and Jean Grey is eighteen. They are all students in Charles Xaviers school. Rated for strong language.

Chapter One : Cowboys and Kisses

"Hey red-head," The mutant who was most commonly known as 'Cyclops' entered the room. He addressed the beautiful, eighteen year old girl as 'Red-Head', but her real name was Jean Grey. She was curled up on a corner sofa reading a book. She had A4 paper everywhere and there was a variety of different coloured pens and an assortment of graphs spread around the room.

"Hiya four-eyes," she replied, casually without looking up to see who it was. Scott walked up to Jean and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. She smiled warmly in appreciation to his comfort kiss.

"Busy with another one of Xaviers essays?" Scott said, grabbing two sodas from the fridge and handing one to Jean. She nodded.

"Too busy. This is the third essay this week. He says he gives me this much because he knows I have talent and he wants me to do the best I can,"

"That's great Jean, but does he have to give you so much? Can't he give you just one essay a week?"

"He wouldn't give me the essays if he thought I wasn't capable of doing them. The professor knows how much I can handle,"

"Do you know though?" Scott said. Jean looked up at his concerned face. She saw his red shades. His face was half covered, but yet she could see so much written past upon it. He'd once told her about how his parents died. His mother pushed him out of the plane as it hurtled to the ground. He was transferred from orphanage to orphanage until he was a teenager where he ran into an abusive man called Jack. Living with Jack was really tough on Scott and he finally managed to get away from the horror and Professor Xavier took him in. He was the first student here at the school. How could someone who had suffered so much from anger and hate be so kind? She admired him greatly for this and she also loved him for it. She sat over beside him on the couch and cuddled up to him, comforting him.

"Maybe I do need a break. I'll ask the professor. I'm sure he wouldn't mind giving me just a week off," She opened her can and took a gulp and yawned. "Better make that a fortnight break!" Scott laughed and they kissed each other with affection. The door quickly was swung open, disturbing the young couple. It was another student, and one of Scott and Jean's friends, Bobby Drake. He was overly excited and rushed in through the door rudely.

"Hey ice for brains can't you see we're trying to have some 'quiet-time' here!" Scott said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, it's just, I thought you'd better come, there's a damn riot out there!" Bobby panted, trying to catch his breath as he spoke. Scott placed his hand on his head and sighed.

"Do I get three guesses this time or can I just tell you the answer now?" Scott said sarcastically, standing up from the sofa and walking over to Bobby. "What the hell has Logan done this time?"

"I dunno, he just attacked that Warren Worthington guy again and started laying into him," Bobby explained. "You've gotta try and settle it down like you did the last time you two! C'mon before Logan starts getting serious!"

The three of them raced out of the room onto the school grounds. Bobby lead them to a crowd of students who were coaxing the two fighting boys on. The students were shouting such things as; 'Rip his head off!' and 'Kill him!' and the very common fighting chant 'Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!'. Jean, Scott and Bobby pushed their way through the excited crowd until they came to the cause of the commotion. There they saw Logan Howlett, a dark haired, skinny, agressive student totally slaughtering another pupil known as Warren Worthington. Jean sighed and rolled her eyes as she heard Logan shout into Warren's face; "I'm gonna fucking kill ya!"

Warren was laying on the floor, blood, leaking from his nose and mouth. Everyone knew there was some kind of rivalry between the two lads, and since Warren was the biggest creep in the school, most of the people coaxing were coaxing for Logan. Warren loved winding Logan up and every time, Logan fell for it, usually by smashing Warren's face into the floor. "C'mon then Logan! Is that really the best you've got!"

"Believe me Warren you wouldn't wanna see my best!" Logan threatened, grabbing Warren's black sweater.

"Oh I know your best Howlett. How does this prompt your small memory, project 'X' ring any bells?" Warren smirked. Logan stood still. Warren knew even before he said the insult that he would hit a nerve. And he was right. Logan stood, completely gone out. His mind was a blank on how Warren Worthington, the biggest shit in the school, knew about his past. As he thought about this, it triggered off memories and something clicked. Logan saw red. Without thinking of the consequences, Logan released three deadly blades from his knuckles and picked Warren up by the sweater high in the air and threatened his blades at his throat. The once coaxing crowd, grew instantly silent. Warren's face was white with terror and panic. Scott looked, with a shocked expression that matched the crowds, on his face and thought of nothing but the three blades that had come out of Logan's hands. He'd never seen this weapon before, he had had no idea Logan possessed it. His thoughts were interrupted when he turned to Jean. She had placed her hands upon her temple and closed her eyes. He then realized why she was doing this and returned his gaze to Logan. He was right. Jean was communicating mentally with Logan. Scott thought of what Jean had said back in their dorm, that the professor had said she had talent, and he was right. Logan's face, slowly declined from an angry expression, to a more concentrated expression. He turned to look at Jean, who opened her eyes. Logan rolled his eyes, he knew she was right. He lowered Warren to the ground and he quickly backed away from Logan. Logan, ignored every one and walked through the crowd. As he did so every student who was in his way quickly moved so they weren't.

"Good going Jeany," Scott said, placing an arm around his girlfriend.

She let out a gasp of air and smiled in disbelief. "We better talk to him Scott, you know, make sure he's ok,"

Scott turned around to look at a shaken Warren who was being comforted by his girl, an English dark haired babe, who had once tried her hand at modeling, called Betsy Braddock. "Which one?"

Jean smiled and tugged at Scott's grey shirt. "C'mon four-eyes. Let's just make sure he's ok hun, it's the least we could do. We are meant to be his friends,"

"When the Almighty created you Jean, did He add an extra dose of 'let's help everyone who happens have problems' into your system?"

She chuckled, and looked at him fondly "C'mon tiger."