Scott shoved open the doors to the jet on top of the Avengers tower. With him he had brought Emma, Kitty and Kurt, Peter Rasputin, Angel Worthington the third, Evan Munroe, Felicia Hardny, Bruce Banner, The Fantastic Four, Blade, Hannibal King, Layla Miller, and Nick Fury. Scott caught up with Blade and King as they walked down the stairs. "Thanks for coming," Scott said. "I know we don't associate much, but. . ."
"Hey, it's for New York," Hannibal said with a shrug. "We're always ready for a fight."
"Some of us are," Blade grunted. Scott smiled and fell back with Emma. "Can we trust all of these people, Scott, dear?" she asked.
"I think we're going to have to," Scott said grimly. Emma nodded in understanding as they walked into the meeting room. "How's Jean?" Scott asked Logan. Logan grunted and pointed at the elevator with his thumb. Scott nodded and pushed the elevator button to one floor below. He exited the elevator, walked down the hall, and knocked on her door. "Jean?"
"Scott? Come on in."
Scott entered the room and saw Jean laying there on the hospital bed, looking tired and anxious.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked, sitting down on the bed beside her.
She nodded. "I think so. He just messed some things around in here," she said, gingerly touching her head. She took his hand. "Thanks for coming, Scott."
Scott hesitated, and Jean laughed. "What? Just because we're not a couple anymore doesn't mean we can't be friends?"
Scott thought for a moment, the squeezed her hand. "I was really worried about you."
"Don't worry about me, Scott," she said. "I've got a hard head, remember?" Scott laughed and smiled at her. "Jean . . . do you ever miss . . . you know, us?"
"Of course I do," she said. "But honestly, Scott, you and I both know it wasn't working out. Maybe, sometime in time, if things don't work out with you and Emma, and things don't work out with me and . . ."
"Logan, yeah. I could tell," Scott said, a bit dryly.
Jean nodded. "Then, maybe we can try again one day."
Scott nodded thoughtfully, then hugged her. "Get some rest, Jean."
She kissed his cheek and smiled at him. "Go on. I'll be fine here."
Scott nodded and stood, leaving the room.
"Is she alright?" asked Emma when he came outside.
"She'll be okay," Scott replied, putting his arm around her. "Come on, we need to get prepared."
