Jolie woke with a feeling of weightlessness. Her eyes opened to reveal clouded green surroundings. Her breathing was slow but manageable. She was underwater but she could breath.

Is this heaven? She asked quietly in her mind. She felt weak somehow; she didn't have the strength to move her limbs. Suddenly here eyes adjusted more clearly, and something large and blue loomed over her. She opened her mouth to scream but was suddenly choked by a mouthful of water. She coughed a few times, clearing her throat until she realized that there was a tube that was enabling her to breath.

"It's good to see you awake." The large blue thing smiled and gave her the thumbs up. His voice sounded hollow and far away, it confused her. She slowly managed to float her arm further out to the side and felt a solid boundary. It felt slick like glass, maybe plastic. She must not be dead; she didn't imagine Heaven, or Hell to take place in a glass container. Perhaps Nickolas had managed to survive and brought her here.

The large blue, man, monster, beast, lowered himself to the side of the container, Jolie found she was able to tilt her head sideways to meet his gaze. "I'm Dr. McCoy. You've been badly hurt. You're in a recovery tube. I think you'll have a few more days in here before you can leave." He seemed to be shouting, but it just made his voice echo louder in the tube. She tried to tell him he didn't need to yell but he didn't understand what she was saying. The doctor waved goodbye, gave her a goofy grin, and as far as she could tell, left the room.

Now that she was alone, and aware that she wasn't dead; she was left with her own confused thoughts. The memories of what had just happened came rushing back to her, most of them unpleasantly. How could she have been so stupid as to not realize that the X-men were right there? They had been enemies from the start, Jolie just hadn't realized it. But at the same time, she was unsure if she had ever hated the X-men, or if that was just a thought that had been put in her mind by Nickolas. Now that he was gone, she found a new flurry of emotions coming to mind. Why would she have ever agreed to find the Scrolls? They would have killed everyone, that's not what she would have wanted. At least, she didn't think that was the kind of person she was. The thoughts running through her head made her dizzy and suddenly very tired. She closed her eyes and let a restful sleep clear her mind.

Jolie's eyes opened again, no longer seeing the green water, or feeling the restrictiveness of her breath. She could feel crisp bed sheets around her, and could see the sterile white of a familiar hospital. "Ah, awake finally." She turned toward the familiar voice, this time it was louder, and wasn't echoing. She turned to see the doctor, with thick blue hair, all over his body. He wore a white lab coat and a thin pair of glasses. He held out a chart and scribbled some notes on it.

Jolie slowly worked her mouth to form words. "Mc...McCoy?" She struggled more with her memory than her voice.

"And you can speak. How delightful. I'm sure the professor would want to see you now." He turned quickly and walked out of the door.

Jolie bit her lip nervously; she didn't know what she could say to the Professor to make him understand. She didn't want to do those things, she was forced to. But at the same time she knew it wasn't all Nickolas' doing, otherwise she would not have joined the cause. Her worries were heightened when the door opened again and Professor Xavier rolled in silently in his wheelchair. His face was stoic, and she couldn't read any emotion on it. He stopped himself directly next to her bed.

Fighting back tears she fought with her tongue. "I..I'm sorry..." A few tears glided down her cheeks, so much pain and guilt filled her.

Suddenly Xavier smiled, it was a warm and sincere smile. "There's no need Jolie. In the end you did the right thing. That's what counts for me." He held her hand and patted it reassuringly. "I just came to make sure you were feeling okay. Are you?"

Most of here tears were gone but she continued to sniff, she nodded, unable to find her voice this time.

"You gave us quite a fright. You've been out for a few weeks now. Honestly I didn't know a person could sleep that much." He stopped and thought for a moment. "Perhaps Hank, but, well he's a special kind of person."

Jolie giggled slightly at the professor. He continued speaking to her, knowing she wouldn't have much to say that he didn't already know. "I wanted to formally invite you to train with us at out school. And perhaps..." He paused. "Join the X-men? I saw a powerful force that night, and I think my team could help you master that."

"I would like to learn..." She nodded, gulping back the fresh flood of tears that stemmed from happiness this time.

The professor smiled, "And I would love to teach. But you must get better first. And I expect you have a few visitors who'd like to speak with you." He began to wheel away, but Jolie caught his arm first.

"Nickolas?" He question hung in the air for a moment; the professor looked at her sadly.

"I'm afraid he is not dead. But you have weakened him so much that I doubt he will trouble us again."

Jolie nodded but held his hand a little longer. "Professor?" She waited for him to look at her again. "Th...Thank you." She smiled slightly, Charles Xavier nodded in understanding and gave her hand a quick squeeze before he rolled out of the hospital doors.

AN: Alright that's the end, for now, mwahahahhaa. But anything else I do is going to be a different story. I don't want to keep this one going for ages. Anyone have any thoughts where I might go? If not, ah well, I'll figure something out :-) thanks for reading anyway...and remember what captain planet says...naw, nevermind, he was kinda a crap superhero anyway...and who hired those stupid kids? They could never get anything done for themselves...and that red head always hitting on the Russian sounding blonde chick? I mean who was that guy???