Me: I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I have writing it. I will miss you. Please review and maybe i'll put up a sequal. lol


Jean walked down south street. She was walking to her apartment a few streets away. She felt burdened and free. Remy's death still weighed heavily on her, but his advice and wisdom made her feel as if she could fly. The brightly colored buildings were a plus to her happy mood. People crowded everywhere on the side walks and the street was jam packed with cars.

Jean had taken Remy's advice to heart. The second she got to the mansion she made it official of her brake up with Scott. She then borrowed Kittie's laptop as The Professor broke the news to the rest of the team. She looked up apartments, and made a few phone calls. A few days later she stood in the main foyer as she waited for Tabitha to drive her car around. Tabitha had jumped at the chance to drive a car without adult supervision.

As Jean drove away from the mansion she never looked back. She drove nonstop to Philadelphia. No one besides Tabitha even knew she was gone. She had left the rest a note saying how she couldn't stand to be around such a group of hypocritical, ignorant people. One of the neighbors, a day time teacher a night time painter had helped her unload and unpack. They had shared a box of pizza when they were done.

Now Jean was who she wanted o be, and who she had always been but was to afraid to show. She wore a pair of green camouflaged pants and a God Save The Queen Sex Pistols shirt. She wore Black chunky combat boots, as she sported a guitar case on her back. Guitar had been something she had always wanted to do but had never had the opportunity to try.

Now she understood why Remy had come here. No one paid attention to how you looked, only about who you were. She was doing what she wanted and no one could hold her back. Before she had left she had deleted herself from all of Cerebro's files. She didn't tell anyone, not even her parents where she was. She wanted to have a chance to find herself before she subjected herself to the mercy's of their judgment of her new life style.

She smiled as she walked into the building that felt more like home then the mansion had. As she walked into her apartment she looked at a picture she had found in Gambit's room. A thirteen year old Remy looked at her, a world of home shining in his eyes. She remembered the hope his eyes had held for her, as she closed the door and welcomed herself home.

THE END