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Chapter 1 – Animals and Best Friends
Jean sat in meditation in her shared room. She breathed in and felt waves of tranquillity wash over her. A small smile crept onto her lips as she began to truly relax.
Time passed, it seemed endless, yet had not been enough time. She was thrown back into her body with a jolt as a loud crashing was heard outside the room.
She got up and flung the door open, eyes blazing with anger.
Logan and Scott stopped when they heard the bang of the door. Scott got up and had the decency to look ashamed, while Logan stayed sprawled on the floor.
"Somethin' wrong Jeannie?"
Jean calmed herself slightly before speaking. "Yes Logan, there is. You and my husband seem unable to stop fighting. Now if this doesn't stop RIGHT NOW THEN YOU'LL BOTH GET THE WRATH OF PHOENIX! Do I make myself clear?"
Scott nodded, his jaw clenched. Logan grinned and slowly sat up.
"Gimme somethin' else t' occupy me and it will."
Jean smiled sweetly and beckoned him to her. Scott's mouth fell open as the Wolverine eagerly moved toward her. When Logan reached out for her, she smiled more and lifted him into the air with TK.
"Fine Logan, here's something to 'occupy' you. Thinking of a reason I shouldn't rip you open. Now I'm going to leave you there, whilst me and Scott go talk to the Professor."
She closed Scotts' jaw as she walked past and they walked slowly down the corridor, their fingers entwined and Jean calming down again. Logan flew to the floor as she relaxed and was confused by Jean's mood swings.
"Women..." he muttered to himself, cringing as Jean's voice yelled in his head for that comment.
Ororo heard Logans' cry of pain as Jean psychically attacked him for his next thoughts. She half smiled and walked down to the gym for hers and Rogue's work out.
"Rogue?" She called, not seeing the flying mutant anywhere. "Rogue? Are you here yet?"
"No," came a voice from the doorway, "she's been detained. I'm here to take her place, 'Storm'."
Storm spun around suddenly afraid at the malice in that voice she knew so well. "Je-?"
She was slammed against a wall and had the breath knocked out of her even before she could finish. She tried to stand but felt herself being raised up, her body no longer having any control.
A smile flitted across her best friends face. Then her eyes flared and Storm was thrown across the room followed by a seemingly calm Phoenix.
"Ororo, Ororo, Ororo. Or should I call you Beauty, hmm?" She looked at the weather witch's crumpled form. "You're always flouncing around this mansion as if you own it, but I need to tell you-" She pulled Storms head up by her long, white hair. "You're nothing compared to this. To me."
Storm reacted instinctively, and hit Phoenix hard across her jaw, releasing herself from the entity's grip. She rolled and then summoned her winds to lift her above her so called 'best friend'.
"What has happened to you? Why have you reverted to Dark Phoenix? Jean, talk to me, for I have no desire to harm you."
Phoenix rose to meet Storm's eye level and looked half apologetic and pained. Storm held no grudge to the treatment she had received only moments ago and held out her arms to the powerful woman before her. She allowed Storms arms to enfold her before lashing out with a forceful and almost deadly mental assault. Her pained expression turning into one of fury.
"Poor Ororo. Lost her parents and lived on the streets. Doesn't think anyone else suffered as much. Thinks she's a goddess." Phoenix hurled her across the room again. "Poor Ororo? Poor Jean!"
Ororo sat up, a trickle of blood running down her forehead. "Poor Jean? Why, tell me Phoenix, I beseech you."
Phoenix's rage softened and she floated a few feet away and about a foot off the floor. "Jean has power and she cannot use it, for fear of one of her 'friends' attacking her and stopping her. Just as she was attacked when she had to witness her best childhood friend, her almost sister perish as a result of human nature. Why isn't she allowed to kill those who almost killed her and her loved ones, so many times?"
Ororo looked up at the red-head open mouthed, understanding all at once, though she had never told Jean of what had happened during the time she had been 'dead' on the moon. She silently prayed to her Goddess for forgiveness, keeping her mind as blank as she could.
She called lightning and winds, making them soundless to all except the most sensitive. She brought them down upon her best friend, hoping that the Phoenix would save herself and change into the woman she cared about like her own sister.
It seemed to work, until Storms saw the Phoenix's eyes. All the weather she could summon reflected off the supreme being, the lightning only fuelling her power and the wind angering her. Storm gasped in despair and tried to move away, but the Phoenix never loses her prey...
