A/n: A quicker, but shorter chapter, as requested. Hope it answers some questions.

Summary: X-men Twilight crossover. Dreams and sharing

[Person's personal thoughts]

Other character's thoughts

'Visions'

Projected thoughts from OC

[Projected or strong personal thoughts]

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I am standing in a white plain. It's infinite, stretching all the way to the horizon. [Mus be the astral plane. I wonder where my mental constructs – the mansion and my characters went?] The sky is a burnt, swirling orange, that is changing, but constant in a way. Towards the far horizon, I see a blackness creeping towards me – it's moving fast. I turn and run, but its hollowness overtook me and I am burning up with an arctic cold. I squeeze my eyes shut from the feeling – it's so overwhelming it is painful – and I am brought immediately to a different scene.

Their is shouting, and screaming, of people and of metals twisting and loosing the battle for their lives and forms. It strikes me as a beautiful sound – the sound of life ending in a glorious way. My eyes open, and all around me chaos ensues.

Two distinctive clans, no three, are at war. I recognize one of the clans working together in green and black uniforms of the modern soldier, numerous but quickly falling at the hands of the second largest clan, which looks rather rag-tag in comparison, bearing no common uniform, with the exception of the Greek letter tattoo across the skin of most of their soldiers. The final group is small, no more than five that I ca see, but they are dressed neck to toe in similar black leather that is marked with an X. My consciousness tries to tell me something, but I am too distracted to pay attention.

My surroundings are dusty and swirling in the wind, a building is collapsing piece by piece, and a bridge is strangely stacked at the shoreline. It looks like it was thrown down from the sky, with its cables strewn about haphazardly, and its concrete drive in broken pieces at its entrance. Water surrounds the small area that I can see, and I notice that it too appears to be swirling with the wind, upwards. The sky is filled in bursts with thousands of needle-bearing bullets. I turn my interest back towards the clans fighting.

The modern soldiers have been nearly overwhelmed, and the rag-tag Greek-letter bearers are storming forward. Someone shouts at me in irritation, and I curl my upper lip. [Who dare speak to me in that way.] My irritation grows stronger as the battle raged on, and I feel my anger and wrath surge forth. Power like I have never felt before burned through my veins, leaking from every pore and I watch as my surroundings turn to ash. [Let it all burn away. Fools, all of them. I shall burn all these clans for their insolence.]

I notice, too late, that a man is approaching me. He bears the remains of the smallest clan's black-leather uniform. Again, something in my mind tickles, but I ignore it and try to will him into ash as well. I feel satisfaction as his skin starts to peel away into dust, like so many of these other mortals around me, but my victory is brief. His skin regenerates before my eyes and he continues his march towards me un-thwarted and mostly whole. [How can he... no one bests me.] I try again to destroy this creature, but I can feel my power and hold on this vessel slipping and watch as the body I hold slips from my control.

"Kill me" I whisper, but the words are not mine. I realize with disappointment that this soul has been stronger than I expected – even after destroying her own mate, this woman still has the willpower to override me. [I will be back.] I promise her and my murderer, as I allow myself to drift into the astral plane, searching for a connection.

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I drifted into consciousness with the words "I will be back" on my lips. [What the hell was that?]

I don't know for sure darlin', but I have suspicions. Let's just hope I'm wrong. (Logan)

I grabbed my journal from my bag, vaguely noticing with satisfaction that the window was still shut and locked, and began to sketch what I could remember of the dream. I drew the bridge – [it must be a landmark, though it looked wrong the way the bridge had been connected to the island] – and write down the details I remembered. [It might be an island, or maybe a bay with a peninsula?] I couldn't remember anything else, other than the building that was falling apart, and a few guard towers. I moved on to the people I saw fighting, and drew a representative of each member. The clan in green looked very similar to some government group, so I wrote that down. The rag-tag group I remembered having a Greek symbol on their face – omega? Finally, I drew the third group, from memory, and stared at the image.

+++Flashback+++

I am standing over Logan's prone, bloodied body as he struggles to breath. He initially wasn't breathing at all, but his healing factor kicked it up a notch and his body is taking shuddering, rasping breaths, straining to inflate holey lungs. I have to resist the urge to growl at Jean each time her hand lingers on his skin any longer than I deem absolutely necessary, but I can't understand why. Looking back, I know it was the feral in his mutation and personality, but at the time it was very embarrassing.

She was dressing a stomach wound that looked extremely gruesome, and brushed his torn pants over his crotch. I didn't even think as I pinned her to the wall of the jet, feeling a painful itching as claws emerged from hands that were wrapped around her throat. My bare hands, that were wrapped around her bare throat. My own mind took back control quickly and I let go. She looked a little more tired and dazed, but slyly had smiled back up at me from where her body had collapsed next to Logan's, "You don't tell and I won't. Deal?" I refused to shake her hand, and instead went back to the front of the plane, knowing I couldn't control myself around her.

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I could finally breathe, my mental chains loosened by my captor's efforts. I had waited too long for this moment to come, and I knew I needed to take advantage of it while I could. I began manipulating her mind - highlighting flaws in that fiance of hers, whom I despised for his so-called control, and the beauty of the feral, untamed and without submission to time in his ageless body. Most intriguing to me, however, was the leech that was recently introduced to the picture. I knew she offered me a refuge, and purposefully goaded her, knowing the wild one that was currently dominant in her personality would take the gauntlet I threw down. A piece of me fell through her connection - she had power, limitless power. And one day, it would be mine.

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I shook as a realization hit me; I knew exactly what Logan meant – the black-leather clad clan was the X-men. My dream wasn't a dream at all – it was a memory of the Phoenix, the powerful, darker personality of Jean Gray. And it was in my head.

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APOV

I was ecstatic at how well Marie's visit went. [Everyone behaved so well. Except for the college thing. What high school junior that is doing that well in classes hasn't thought about going to college?]

"I was wondering the same thing Alice. So is everyone else, well, except Rosalie and Emmett of course." I spun around to see Edward standing at my doorway. [Come on in, brother. We need to talk]

"Here?"

[Like this – just decide what you are going to say, and I'll see it. What did you think of her little display today in the gym? You went pretty caveman on us all; I was really worried we would have to restrain you from hurting that poor Darrell boy.]

'Edward turns to me, "I don't know Alice. I have never felt that kind of possessiveness before; I've never felt a lot of what I felt today before." He ducked his head, and I knew if he could blush, he would. "I couldn't stop staring at her in Biology – it was like I was a 17-year old hormonal human boy. I was as bad as Emmett." His arm flailed wide to convey is shock and the outrageous nature of his statement.'

[Calm down Edward. It's perfectly normal for you to react that way when you have found your potential mate.]

"My what?" He forgot to just decide to say this, instead shouting his response at me. I heard the rest of the house go silent as our forever curious and nosy family stopped to listen in. [Edward! Just decide, don't actually speak. Now you have everyone's attention.] "You can all go back to what you were doing, this is a private discussion." I said in at a normal volume but in an irritated tone.

Edward sat down on the bed next to me. ' "What do you mean, my potential mate?" '

[Edward, when I first had a vision of Jasper, I couldn't stop myself from replaying his face in my mind for days. Think of how Rosalie was when she found Emmett; how does he behave when human boys look at her the wrong way? The obsessiveness, and downright possessiveness, is all part of the package. Your inner Eddie thinks Marie has potential – the forever kind of potential] I silently giggled as his brow scrunched up on his forehead.

' "I think you are wrong Alice. I would never introduce anyone – much less her - to this life. She deserves a happy, normal, human life. We can't – I can't – deny her that." ' He stood up and walked over to her window wall.

[Edward, I haven't seen her become one of us yet. And I don't know what will happen to you two – I see glimpses of you two together as often as I see glimpses of her completely alone. But when I see you together, you two really could be perfect together. Just promise me that you won't push her when she's upset. I don't want to see you two get hurt.]

Edward walked out of the room, without looking back at me. Jasper gave him a look, and walked in. "Hi Darlin', you wanna go hunt with me?"

We headed out, far from mental hearing range of our gifted, nosy brother, before we started hunting. I think we were deep in the Olympic National Forest, but thankfully, no tourists come here during the winter months. After I had drained a few goats and black bears, Jasper asked me if I was finished and could talk.

"You rode home with Marie today, right?" I nodded, unable to see where he was going. "Did you smell it? Her blood... did you catch its scent?" I gave Jasper a curious look. [Why is he smelling her blood? How did he smell her blood?]

He seemed to pick up on my thoughts, "Something is very different about Marie's blood. I hadn't noticed it before today, because I hadn't been very close to her, but, well, maybe it's because I used to, umm, hunt humans, but I am more sensitive to differences in people's blood. "

He paused, obviously uncomfortable with the subject, as I could feel his discomfort projecting onto me, but I nodded for him to continue. "She wasn't bleeding, but I was close enough to smell her. You know how venom smells almost sweet and rotten? She smells very tart and almost green. Instinct tells me its like poison, but I can't fathom what kind of poison could be in her veins."

I rocked back on my heels, contemplating my husband's thoughts and my own visions. [If anything, maybe I should tell him what I've seen. He'd keep it a secret, and maybe he knows has a better idea of what she may be.]

"Jasper, I can't smell anything different, but I know, or rather, I've seen that she's different." I took a deep but unnecessary breath. "I had a vision – in it, she got really angry and killed Edward." I left out a lot of the detail, but I was hoping he wouldn't need that.

His eyes bulged a little. "How?" he whispered.

"The angrier she got, the more her appearance changed. She, she transformed Jazzy. I meant, sweet Marie was gone and in her place, there was a glorious monster, with red and white hair and black-red eyes." I trembled as I thought of the creature, the predator, that was lurking under Marie's skin. "It mentioned hating humanity, and all the lives they both had stolen, and then he was gone. It was like he dissolved away." I dry sobbed the last part, still unable to believe what I had seen, and Jasper held me while I wept. I could feel his confusion and concern radiating off of him as he comforted me. "What can we do?"

Resolve echoed through me, "Keep her calm. She only did it because she was upset. She even asked, begged him to stop pushing her. It wasn't until then that she snapped."

"I'll do what I can, Alice. I don't want to loose Edward. Should we leave?"

"No, something tells me we need to stay. Besides, her getting angry without us around could lead to more devastating consequences. I don't want anyone to get hurt, but even though I can't see what will happen, I know we need to be here."

"I won't bet against you, darlin'" and he kissed my forehead, filling me with confidence and love.

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EPOV

I watched Marie sleep from the tree outside her window. She had locked it tonight – I guess she finally realized it was creeping open. I could have gone in anyway, but the window was the quickest escape, and I didn't want to get caught. [I know watching her sleep is creepy, but I can't help it. I feel so drawn to her.]

She looked frightened, but then eerily calm. I watched her posture shift, and her sleeping form grow more disturbed. [I shouldn't be here; I can't watch her suffer through another nightmare.]

As debating whether or not to go in and calm her down, she spoke softly. Her words wrenched my still heart, though I could barely hear them through her window, "Kill me". She chanted, like a prayer on her lips, "I will be back," three times and woke up.

I watched with intense curiosity, still not able to break through the mental void that was Marie, as she moved her lips to words unspoken. She does that a lot – even though I can't hear her, I would bet that her mind is busy all the time. She walked over to her desk and began drawing intently, producing several sketches, each vividly detailed from what I catch glimpses of as she moved them around.

She had been working on one of them for over half an hour now, and the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon. Today was cloudy according to Alice, but I still didn't want to risk being caught her. She stopped suddenly in the midst of her sketching and stared at the image before her. Her face, for once, was an open book. She looked utterly terrified as one word escaped her lips, "Phoenix."

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