Hi everyone, this is my first story posting here, mostly because I've just figured out how to post and partly because I've finally worked up the nerve. i would really appreciate reviews and feedback as well as constructive criticism. I don't have anyone proofing my work, so please forgive me in advance.

I don't own any of these characters, the only one's that are mine are the one's I make up. This isn't making any money or anything, so no worries ;). Okay, on with the story!

CHAPTER ONE

Jean looked around the room at the people watching for her reaction. Her face was a picture of confusion, but on the inside, her mind was working; trying to remember who the hell she was.

"Yes, your name is Jean Grey; you used to live here, as a teacher and you came here as a student as well."

Xavier cautiously walked towards her, wincing internally when she took another step back. Her back was now against the far wall.

"Hey, it's alright. We aren't going to hurt you," Storm spoke, slowly approaching her old friend.

"I don't even know who I am; why should I trust you? How do I know I wasn't trying to get away from this place?"

Logan blinked; Jean was alive, and obviously amnesiac. And afraid of the professor? Of Storm?

"Do you feel like you can trust them?" He spoke up from leaning against the doorframe.

Jean frowned slightly; he wasn't a part of the school? "Them? You aren't with them?"

Scott smiled, this sounded more like the Jean he knew; she always picked up on the little things people did or said.

He had moved off of leaning against the couch and took a few steps toward Jean who pressed herself closer to the wall.

He froze, looking to the professor for advice.

"Who are you?" Jean asked, eyeing the man suspiciously.

"My name is Scott Summers," Scott replied, tucking his hands into pockets.

"Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers." She pointed to each at their names.

Logan smirked from his spot leaning on the doorframe, "And me?" he challenged.

Deep brown eyes locked with his; he felt an involuntary chill shoot down his spine. He still felt that same attraction; even if she didn't remember her own name.

"And you?" She replied, corners of her lips turning up slightly.

"Logan,"

"Logan…" she trailed off, fishing for a last name. This man piqued her curiosity.

Logan smiled, "That's for you to try to figure out on your own. A challenge if you will,"

Jean smiled back at him, ignoring the odd look she received from Scott.

"Jean, do you still wish to use our phone, or will you stay and regain your memory?" the professor asked her.

Jean took in all the faces around her; Scott seemed like a nice guy, like he wanted to protect her. Ororo seemed like a good friend and Charles a mentor. And Logan just piqued her curiosity.

She finally returned her gaze to Xavier's. "I guess I have no choice but to stay here,"

Scott spoke up, "Why would you say you had no choice? You could leave if you wanted to,"

Jean studied him, "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?"

Scott hesitated, dreading the question. "I was working on my bike outside and forgot to take off my glasses,"

When he made no move to remove them, Jean frowned slightly.

"Are you lying?" She asked, moving further into her corner.

Scott looked taken aback, "Uh,"

Logan chuckled and stepped in, "Yes, he's lying to you. But we'll get to that little issue when we get to it,"

Charles smiled slightly, seeing Jean relax slightly.

Ororo's mind was working as well; if she had picked up that Scott was different so quickly, how long until she questioned the former goddess' white hair?

"What about you? Why is your hair so white?"

Ororo sighed. Apparently not very long. "It just is,"

Jean stiffened again, "And you," she pointed at Logan.

"You feel different than the others,"

Logan frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Something's just off,"

Charles took a few more steps towards Jean. She was now firmly backed into a corner.

"Jean, it's alright; we have some things to talk about,"

He gently and discreetly attempted to reach into her mind to calm her down; the operative word being 'attempted'.

Jean's head whipped around to look at her former mentor.

"Get out of my head," she spoke low and steady.

Even Logan was a bit freaked out by this reaction.

"Jean?" Ororo cautiously took a step forward just as Scott did, closing in on the redhead.

"Stop it. Get away from me. I said get out!" The last sentence was shouted at Charles.

Logan stayed where he was, sensing the air becoming charged with power. He smirked slightly and took a small step back.

"We're just trying to help Jean," Ororo said, taking another small step forward slowly.

Scott approached too. Logan shook his head, "Guys? Maybe you shouldn't-,"

He was cut off by Scott, "Shut up, Logan,"

He shrugged, leaning against the couch as the other two X-men continued to creep forward.

Logan smiled tightly when Charles stopped moving closer as well, sensing what Logan had.

"Scott, Storm, maybe you should-,"

It was too late, Scott had touched Jean's hand and a pulse of telekinetic power was released from her body. Ororo and Scott flew and skidded across to the floor to stop at Logan's feet on their backs.

Logan laughed, "Nice shot, Jean."

Jean collapsed. He stood and ignoring Scott's protest picked her up and followed Charles' instructions to set her down on the couch.

"Scott, why don't you and Storm go find Jean some clothes and lunch. Logan and I will watch over her."

Okay, so, like I said, please please please review because I need to know what I'm doing well and what I need to work on. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please don't be mean about how you word it, I'm a relatively sensitive girl. Thanks so much! 