Logan stood out on the terrace staring at the grave of Scott Summers, a cigar clamped between his teeth. So many things had happened since the man had died – hmm died – no more like since the man had been killed by the Phoenix. The death and subsequent return of Charles Xavier, the introduction of the cure that was found to be only temporary – much to Rogue's dismay. Logan thought of all of these things as he stared at Scott's grave but mostly he thought of the woman holed up in her room still trying to deal with the fact that she had killed the man she loved – the father of the child she had bourn – Nathan Christopher Summers. Logan snorted softly to himself thanking god that he had used the cure to stop the Phoenix and not his claws.
It still seemed impossible to Logan that Jean and her unborn child had survived all that time under Alkali Lake. Hank and the Professor believed that the stasis that Jean had shielded herself in to protect herself from the flood had managed to keep her alive and had also kept the baby essentially frozen in that moment in time and that when she awoke the fetus continued with its normal development.
Once the Professor returned – he had somehow managed to send his mind into the body of some guy that was in a coma; he then contacted Moira Taggert to help him resurrect his body and return his mind to it. Since the Professor's return he had taken back the reins of the school and the X-Men, he did however, leave Storm in place as his field leader. Once it was discovered that the cure was temporary he had immediately started working with Jean to help her learn to control her powers. Jean was working out with the X-Men once again, although she wasn't involved in any of their missions as of yet.
Logan moved over to the edge of the terrace to lean on the railing. "Well One-Eye she's tied more to you in death than she was in life." Logan snorted as he thought of how he had planned to get close to Jeannie once she was recovered and had dealt with Scott's death. How plans change when there's a baby and a truck load of guilt involved. Logan straightened up to head back inside when he noticed a hazy figure heading across the lawn towards the tombstone. "Who the hell is that?" Watching in disbelief as the as the figures features became distinguishable and sunlight glinted off of ruby red sunglasses and a voice thought gone forever said, "Wolverine."
"Cyclops."