Three things: 1) I don't own the X-men Marvel does. (as if you didn't know)

2) Thanks a billion gazillion to Indigo without whom, I would have left out a very important word in the first sentence (the word a). I also would have spent my time misspelling Rogue (I was saying Rouge). If anyone else spots mistakes feel free to Flame me or IM me AOL: MalibuSkipper831

3) Also thanks to Fleurdelys, I have written other stories but have never received reviews so quickly. Keeps 'em coming!

Bold italics indicate a song or sound in the background

Italics indicate thought

~*~ indicates a flash back

Bold indicates a stressed word or yell

One flight down

There's a song on low

And your mind just picked up on the sound

Now you know

You're wrong

'Cause it drifts like smoke

And its been there playing all along

Now you know

Now you know

     Scott was a wreck. He had tried numerous times, in vain, to control himself. Losing Jean was making him lose his mind. On this particular day, He was gazing out the window at the gardens beyond the basketball court.

     "Whaddya up to?" Logan said gruffly, as if he didn't know. "You have been depressed for almost a week now."

     "Can I grieve over my wife? Do you have a problem with that?"

     "No, but you know as well as I do that Jean would not have appreciated you moping around like an invalid."

     Scott turned around, wild eyed and furious. To his surprise, Rogue was standing there with him. Otherwise, Scott would have jumped him, unleashing his anger and grief. 

     "Really Scott, we all miss you." Scott was trying to avoid looking at the patented Marie D'Ancanto-give-me-what-I –want-because-I-am-giving-you-the-puppy-dog-face-look. Too late. He sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, his arch nemesis was right. Jean would have hated the thought of him grieving for so long. Scott got up and followed them into the hallway.

     "You should go freshen up." Rogue suggested. "It'll be good for you."

He headed down the hall. Freshen up he thought it will take more than a shave and cologne to freshen me up. As he walked into the room, a picture caught his eye.

~*~ Scott remembers the first day they met her ~*~

"Scott, what is she doing here?" Jean asked rhetorically. She and Scott were sent to a tiny town in Alabama to investigate a mutant disturbance there. What they found was a dilapidated building. The Façade looked as if it had been pelted with several heavy rocks and once they were inside, they saw a curious sight. All of the furniture (in the whole house) was stacked in a large pile with a tarp over it and tied with heavy chains. They heard yelling that seemed to come from a back room. The pile, ten or so feet tall, moved one inch and then another. Jean pulled the tarp off the pile. There was furniture but also several anvils. Scott knitted his brow and looked at Jean who simply shrugged. There was another yell. Scott realized it was actually from underneath them. Suddenly the scream cut off. Jean lifted her hand and moved the pile. Underneath it was a trap door. Scott pulled it open. Stepping into the dark cellar, there was faint light from torch that revealed a series of tunnels. The walls were green and mossy, wet with moisture. The Air smelled like mold.

"What A horrible place." Jean said quietly. They walked down the nearest tunnel. Until a sight made Jean scream. Prison cells. Nearly a hundred of them. And inside each was a dead person. Some had definitely been there longer than others. Some were nothing but bones. Near the end of the hall, way they reached a last cell. It was much larger than the others. Jean grabbed the phone from her pocket.

"P…Professor…" her voice quivered. She stopped and took a deep breath. "We need some help."  

     There were children, 30 or so mutant Children. They all appeared to be dead.