An: it feels like forever since I have updated this. I have been struggling with wrters block for over month, but now I have finally worked out how this is going to end. Remember to F&F along with comment. It always makes my day!

Lucas. That's the first thing that comes to mind as I watch the smoke penetrate the room. I try to scan the grounds for him, but all I get is four dozen students and staff panicking as they run through the smoke to the exits.

Ororo doesn't hesitate to open the door and run out, her eyes fogged over. She'd probably set rain to whatever is in flames. Or blow out the smoke with some Arctic winds. Or fry the person who caught the house on fire. It was hard to tell with her.

**Scott! The school is full of smoke or something. How long till you can get back?**

It takes him a moment to respond, **we're on our way. But call the damn fire department.**

Then out of the corner of my eye I see him. Lucas. Standing at the edge of the forest outside the window. A gasmask hanging from his neck. He winks at me and smirks.

**he's here.**

**who is?** Scott asks.

I can't respond. Instead I quickly open the window, and slip out, choking on the smoke.

"Lucas!" I scream.

"Honey, I'm home." He opens his arms like he wants to embrace me. Rule of thumb is to not let him touch me. If I do he seduces me, and I can't afford a slip up. Lucky for me, I have telekinesis. And well, let's just say without his powers he doesn't seem to have much.

I grip my hands into fists as I stare him down, the building going down in flames behind me. This man has caused me great pain. He had caused Logan to be captured, and me to be raped. Why shouldn't he die? And why shouldn't I have the pleasure of doing it?

I had kept this specific power under a rock, swearing to myself that I would never use it against another human being again. But Lucas wasn't human. I feel the desire to disintegrate him bubble up in me every second. I smile creeps onto my lips as I finally release my powers. Then like slow motion, his outer layer begins to peel away in tiny pieces. Organs and arteries are pulled apart, cell by cell, and float upwards in the wind. His smirk changes to a scream. Then Lucas was gone.

I fall to my knees as I quickly gain control of my powers again. I hear someone calling my name, and I turn around to see the mansion not on fire anymore. Scott is coming around the corner, followed by Logan and Ororo.

"Jean, are you okay?!" Scott rushes over and kneels beside me. He pushes strands of hair from my face and behind my ear. "What happened?"

"Lucas. He was… I killed him. He… he caught the mansion … where's the fire?"

"That's what I was going to ask next." He says , "There was never a fire."

Logan and Ororo are both watching me intently, "you killed that son of a bitch?" Logan asks.

I nod.

"Do you need Frost? I still got her on speed dial?" He takes his phone from his pocket.

"Frost?" Scott asks, like he's heard the name before and is trying to place it.

"Does anyone want to explain what is happening?" Ororo asks.

I come to a conclusion, "Lucas is a telepath. He doesn't need touch to project psychic images."

"But why did he do it?" Scott asks, "the last time it was because Stryker wanted Wolverine."

"Don't remind me," Logan grumbles.

Scott continues, "so why did he come here?"

"I have a feel it wasn't because he wanted to apologize," I say.

Logan stops, "Shh." He takes a deep breath through his nose, "He's here."

"Who?" Scott asks.

"Stryker." I mumble.

Just as the last syllable leaves my lips, bright search lights scan the grounds from the sky, and the loud roar of helicopters fill the once quiet air.

"Dammit!" Scott says.

the grass around us blows as the helicopters get lower. Soon agents are jumping out and pointing guns at us. Then Stryker pushes through and says, "we won't attack unless you refuse to give us the Wolverine."

Logan looks back at me, then at Ororo. At first I thought his expression was questioning, then I realized it was apologetic. Then he steps forward and puts his wrists out, "take me away, Willy."

Ororo grabs his shoulder, "don't," she snaps.

'Ro, I got to. The students can't get hurt."

Ororo stands on her tiptoes and kisses him.

"How touching," Stryker rolls his eyes, he then snaps a pair of handcuffs onto Logan. Then he nods to his agents. Who grab Logan by the arms and push him into the nearest helicopter.

As the copter's raise, Ororo's eyes cloud over and lighting cracks through the sky, nearly hitting one of the vessels. Scott quickly grabs her, "Ororo, let him go."

"What if it was Jean who they were taking?" She commands, "you wouldn't just 'let her go'!" She crosses her arms tightly across her chest. Her dark cheeks are glowing red.

"That's exactly why we are going to go get him." Professor Xavier rolls out from the corner of the building. "But first we need to figure out why Striker has taken him twice in a matter of days."