Disclaimer: All X-men ideas and characters belong to Marvel comics (is that the right one?) and the film-makers. All except the girl. She's mine.
This is a mixture of two characters into one story. The character in 'A Young soldier' and another one. I'm not telling you any more - you'll have to find out. If anyone is waiting for LotR fics - I have a complete story that is waiting to go on my computer.
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The water roared past, rocking the plane, but never touching it. Storm was frantically trying to regain control, and open the door, but couldn't. Jean was fighting her. As everyone was panicking and racing around, Jean suddenly felt compelled to tell them her reasons why through the Professor . At least that way, she would die with a clear concience.
"No Jean!" Scott roared. "Don't do this,"
"I know what I'm doing. This is the only way." the Professor replied.
"No...." He rushed to the controls to, once again, try to open the door.
They had an extra person on board almost, in some twisted way, taking Jean's place. A girl Logan had found in a dungeon at Stryker's base. Her recognised her, as she him, but neither could remember why. Throwing caution to the wind in the lack of time, Logan had taken her with him to the jet.
Jean's amplified mutation took her over just before she released the wall of water, allowing it to collapse over her. The water tumbled down, creating plumes of white spray before swirling and settling into a placid lake.
"She's gone," Logan croaked in disbelief
"No!" Scott growled "Don't say that!"
"She's gone..."
The two men broke down against one another, Logan supporting the devastated Scott who would otherwise, have fallen to his knees.
In the corner, Nighcrawler whispered a prayer for Jean as the jet left without her.
As Logan supported Scott, he thought he saw a movement in the corner of his eye, but then a new wave of grief rolled over him and tears blurred his vision.
And throughout it all, the girl with blonde hair sat in the corner with her head resting on her knees between her arms, clutching at a bone-shaped necklace around her neck, and tried to still her swirling mind against the man she knew haunted her past. The man whose body lay under the icy water along with Jean's.
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Just a prolouge. Review and let me know what alterations/problems you may have with it and any questions anyone wants to ask.
Hannon Le!
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