This is a Remembrance Day special – I'm aware that today is Remembrance day and this is only the first chapter so here's the plan: I'll write four chapters (it's very short) and post them today, tomorrow, Sunday and Monday because (for me at least) those are the days of the long weekend.

Chapter 1

The last bell rang and everyone rushed out of the classrooms, excited for a four-day long weekend (thanks to Remembrance Day and an inservice). Everyone that is, except Scott Summers. He trudged slowly through the hall to his locker, cursing under his breath as he got the combo of his lock wrong twice before it clicked open. He put away his books and grabbed what he'd need for homework before closing his locker once more and going out to the parking lot.

Scott kept his head down as he thought and accidentally ran into… Duncan. Of all people it had to be Duncan. Scott just couldn't catch a break today. "Watch where you're going Summers!" Duncan smirked at him.

"Buzz off Mathews." Scott murmured as he slipped past. He didn't get far though as Duncan grabbed onto his shoulder and turned him around.

"What the hell did you say to me?" He yelled.

"I said, screw off!" Scott shouted back. He kneeled Duncan in the crotch and started to walk away before he was confronted by… the principle of the high school. His day was just getting better and better!

"Scott Summers! To my office immediately."

Scott turned and rolled his eyes, which were luckily hidden by his sunglasses. He wouldn't have wanted to get in any more trouble.

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The minute Scott walked out of the principle's office he panicked. He still had to drive everyone home! He ran to the parking lot to see his car (and almost all the other cars) had vanished. In it's place was Logan leaning on his motorcycle holding two helmets. He handed one to Scott as he walked up to him. "What're you doing here?" Scott asked, accepting the helmet.

"Jean 'eard through 'the grapevine' that ya 'ad gone to the principle's office and would be awhile, so she drove the kids 'ome with the spare keys ya gave 'er to ya car and asked me to pick ya up. What'd ya do, anyways?" Logan couldn't help but smirk. Maybe the kid was finally going to start acting like, well, a kid.

"I kneeled Duncan in the balls." Scott told him calmly, getting onto the bike.

Logan tried to cover his laughter by coughing, but he couldn't keep the slight pride and amusement from his voice as he asked, "What'd ya do that for?"

Scott took a deep breath. "I walked into him and insulted him, so he had stopped me. I didn't want to waste my time with him." He put on his helmet.

Logan stopped just before he put on his own helmet, "Scott, ya can't just go pickin' fights over nothing like that. Ya're usually much cooler than this. Is something wrong?"

Scott shook his head. "I guess I'm just tired."

Logan nodded, although still doubtful, and put on his helmet before riding off to the mansion.

XXxXxXX

Scott was sitting with professor X in the latter's office. Xavier wasn't too happy with Scott's quarrel with Duncan and had told him that. Scott explained that he was just tired, exactly as he had to Logan, and that a good nights rest would return everything to normal. He had a four-day weekend to sleep in if he didn't get enough rest during the night, he would be fine. Oh, how wrong he was!

It was Friday, the first day of the students' long weekend, and even though Scott had the intention of sleeping in he still woke up very early. Earlier than he usually did actually. About, two in the morning. He had woken up so early because of insomnia. He always had nightmares, but there had been more and they were more vivid recently. He saw memories that he couldn't quite place them. He had the routine ones still, of course. Of the plane crash, the orphanage, etc. Now, though, he saw memories of people he wasn't sure he knew but were familiar to him doing something that he couldn't remember in the morning. He was getting very frustrated!

Scott walked down the hall at about nine in the morning after a very early workout and saw Jean coming out of her bedroom. She gave him a cheery smile and started talking about the weather, danger room sessions, anything other than his encounter with Duncan. Scott finally cracked and shouted at her, "Shut up, would ya! Quit being a sheep and following me around all the time and leave me alone for once!" He hadn't meant it to be so harsh, but the lack of sleep wasn't doing very good for his mood. Jean's jaw dropped and her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she silently went back to her room, slamming the door.

Some heads were peeking out of bedroom doors, but Scott ignored them. He decided to go back down to the sub-levels and work out some more. Maybe using the punching bag might help a bit. That was where Logan found him a half an hour later. His teeth were clenched and he pulled Scott away from the punching bag and up against the wall. "What the 'ell is wrong with ya lately! Ya 'urt Duncan for no reason, I could 'ear ya in the danger room at three in the mornin' and now ya yell at Jean! What's wrong with ya!" Seeing that all Scott was going to do was glare at him rather than giving him an answer he sighed and then, more calmly, told him, "She's been crying in 'er room this entire time Scooter. She thinks it's something she did." He put Scott down. "I just want to know what's up, kid."

"Nothing's up, okay Logan? I just haven't been getting enough sleep," Scott stated calmly as he walked towards the punching bag once more.

Logan stopped him as realization struck him. "Why haven't you gotten enough sleep?"

Scott looked at Logan and gulped. He backed away from him and Logan walked towards him until Scott's back reached the wall. "I… I guess I've been having nightmares…"

"Ya always 'ave nightmares kid, what's so different about this?"

"I don't know okay!" Scott shouted. "All I know is they're different. I can't even remember what they are, and I… I… I hate that!"

"Ya're taken your anger out on other people, Slym. Maybe ya should talk to Chuck, 'e could 'elp ya figure it all out. Just apologise to Jeannie first! She really cares 'bout ya, ya know?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Scott said, defeated. He promised to go to the professor after he talked to Jean. Which is where he was headed now.

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Scott knocked on Jean's door quietly. It was about noon as it had taken him that long to get out of his work out clothes, shower, etc. She opened the door only slightly, but Scott could clearly see the tears in her eyes and the redness of her face. Logan had been right. "I… I'm sorry Jean."

She smiled weakly and invited him in, which he accepted. "I'm sorry too, I guess I was taking up too much of your space, not giving you enough time to yourself."

"Oh, Jean. It's not your fault, really. I'm just a little cranky lately."

"Nightmares?" she asked automatically. She knew him enough that when often a time when he was upset, and it was no one's fault, it had to do with his past and his memories.

"Nightmares," he confirmed. "They've been getting… weird… lately. I don't really understand them, so I'm going to go to the professor tomorrow. I'm not ready to go today, but Logan thinks he could help me."

Jean stood, a look of determination in her eyes. "I'm going with you then. Meet me here before you go." She ushered him out before he could protest and fixed herself up for the day.

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That day Scott snapped at two students during a danger room session, apologized afterwards, had to nurse a huge headache, couldn't concentrate while he tried to do his homework… basically he had a horrible day. Of course that night he had the same nightmares, but all of a sudden he felt like he had missed out on something important. He had no idea what it was, but it was very upsetting to him. What could it be? Perhaps the dear professor X could help him solve it.