Aftermath

A/N: Sorry about the last fic that I never finished, but it wasn't going anywhere. This won't be one of those review to get more stories, but I won't bother continuing after this first trial chapter if people don't see it going anywhere. This takes place three months after X2, so some major spoilage. I'm not going to write out the entire phoenix and re-building of the academy stuff, because I wouldn't do it very well J

The Mansion

The Charles Xavier School for Gifted Children had been quiet for some time now. It had taken a while to get things back to the way they were. Physically, everything was fine now, thanks to the help of some architects who don't ask questions and one or two little telekinetic interventions. Emotionally though, things were a little shaky. Dr. Grey had recently come back to the school, much to the joy of everyone. But still, seeing her power, and knowing how much she suffered before finally getting a hold on her new self, people were a little uneasy around her.

No-one really knew what to think about John leaving. In a way, it was obvious he had a dark side inside of him just waiting to be explored. Magneto gave him the opportunity, and he took it. But still, in some strange way, he was surely missed.

It was the spring, and the general attitude was to take a fresh start. Storm, Scott, Jean, Professor Xavier and some of the older students had been discussing an issue that had come up. The Professor kept getting a reading from cerebro, a cry for help from far away, and it was getting stronger. Jean's psychic powers had grown to the extent that she could practically see where the cry was coming from, and kept getting a faint image, but not enough to hold on to. Even when the Professor focused on the presence with cerebro the signal was thrown and cut about.

Magneto's Sanctuary

He walked out. He couldn't take this stupid shit anymore. Why bother with these guys, they didn't understand him. Pyro walked straight out and wasn't stopped. He headed for the school.

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