Weeks had gone by and Jean still had yet to recover. The more that time had passed, going on without Jean, the more Logan believed that her recovery rate was going down. And Hank giving him nothing but bad news never helped Logan. Even though Ororo and the others would sooth him, Logan still personally felt responsible for Jean's stipulation.
"There's nothing more to be done, Logan," Hank told him.
Keeping his eyes on the comatose body of Jean, Logan said, "How can you be sure?"
Hank sighed, looking down at the floor, and then up at Jean's body lying on the bed. "I've done this nearly forever, my boy." Glancing back at Logan, he added, "Ask yourself this," he said, waiting for Logan to look at him. When Logan did, Hank continued, "You know Jean's a doctor…one of the best I know…would she want you, or any of us for that matter, to suffer?"
Logan and Jean weren't a couple. Sure, a few times they'd flirt innocently…but that's all it was. Innocent… idealistic… flirting. Logan had soon found out, however; as the weeks went on, that it wasn't Jean's deteriorating condition necessarily that was making him more violent and withdrawn than normal…but it was in fact Scott's behavior.
As Logan walked in the kitchen, searching for alcohol of any sort, his eyes fell upon Scott, who was leaning against the counter, openly flirting with Emma Frost. Logan growled as he past the X-Men leader as he caught a glimpse of Emma pushing herself onto Scott and whispering something in his ear before she left. Once she did, Logan turned and glared at Scott, snapping off the bottle cap of the beer bottle.
"You know children live here, Logan," Scott sighed. "You're not supposed to have beer here."
"Ya gonna do something 'bout it?" he challenged. Scott only shook his head as he turned to leave. "I don't know what Jean sees in a dick like you," he muttered in abhorrence.
Scott froze on the spot and slowly turned around to meet Logan's fierce eyes. "Excuse me?"
"Ya heard me!" Logan snapped. "She's down there in a fuckin' coma for nearly three weeks and yer up here fuckin' around with some two cent whore!"
In a flash, Scott had grabbed Logan's jacket, and slammed him against the fridge door. "Take it back, Logan," he hissed lowly.
Logan remained unfazed. "Or what?"
"Take it back!" Scott said more loudly as the two drew attention to themselves.
"I ain't takin' shit back," Logan grunted, throwing Scott off of him. Roaring in fury, Scott leapt at Logan again, but he easily moved and extended his claws, ramming them into Scott's shirt and pinning him to the wall. "Yer a fuckin' dick, One-eyed," Logan growled.
"Logan!" Logan briefly turned to see the Professor in the doorway with Ororo and Hank. As Logan glared back at Scott, Charles shook his head. "Let Scott go."
"Why?" Logan asked, glaring back at the old man. "So he can fuck around behind Jean's back?"
"Go to hell," Scott spat at Logan.
"I'll meet ya there!" Logan shot back, releasing Scott as the former fell to the ground, examining the hole in his shirt.
"What was he talking about?" Ororo asked quietly to Hank and Charles.
As Hank shrugged, Logan turned back to Scott, who was rising to his feet. "Tell me this, dickhead. If ya love Jean so much, how come you haven't been down to see her once?"
Scott glared at Logan as he scoffed and left the kitchen, leaving the others to all look at Scott with a mixture of confusion and doubt. Without saying a word to any of them, Scott stormed past them, and headed upstairs, leaving the group to stare after him.
"I don't quite understand this."
Logan looked up and at Hank, who still remained puzzled over Jean's condition, as he looked over the tests results once more. "What's wrong, furball?"
"The tests all came back negative," Hank explained as Moira walked over and took a look at the file as well. "According to this, Jean is perfectly healthy. Nothing is wrong with her."
"Wanna change that analysis?" Logan asked, pointing at Jean's unconscious body.
"Henry is right," Moira stated, closing the file and placing it on the table. "There's nothing physically wrong with Jean other than the simple fact that she might need rest."
"So…nothing's wrong with her?" Logan asked slowly, an idea suddenly occurring to him.
"Nothing," Hank said, keeping a close eye on Logan as he moved to Jean.
"Then its Phoenix," Logan murmured.
"Excuse me?" Moira said.
"It has to be…" Logan turned to face the two doctors. "Since we came back in time, Jean's powers hasn't developed to what they are today."
"And what exactly are they today?" Hank asked.
"In our time?" Logan wondered as Hank nodded. "Remember Alcatraz?"
Hank nodded. "That was only last year," he stated.
"Well, twenty times that."
Hank's eyes widened as Moira gasped. "She nearly killed everyone!" Moira cried.
Logan nodded. "My guess is that she's fighting the body of this Jean in this time for control. It's possible that when used all that power then she awoke Dark Phoenix from this reality."
"How do you know that it was from our time?" Hank asked.
"Look," Logan sighed. "I ain't the voice of reason and explanation here," he said exasperated. "But…if it was Dark Phoenix from our world…we'd already be dead."
"I don't understand something," Emma said as she walked to the center of the room to face Logan. "If Jean is so mighty powerful…then what's the problem in your world? Why hasn't she unleashed Phoenix on that psycho and call it a day?"
"Because," Logan said, beginning to get annoyed with all the questions. "She can't just do that. Apocalypse is very powerful and very clever."
"Still," Ororo reasoned. "Phoenix could just blink and kill him."
"It's more complicated than that, 'Ro."
"How?" Kitty asked. "I mean…we all know how powerful Jean is in our time. You know…our Jean…" Kitty paused. "This is gonna get so confusing…"
"Image what time and experience does," Emma finished for Kitty. "With all those years, Jean must've had time to work with Phoenix and use her power."
"She's learned to control her, yes," Logan agreed. "What's the point to all of this?"
"That Jean can use Phoenix force to end this," Scott said quietly putting the room in silence.
Logan glared at Scott. "I told ya before…it's more complicated than that."
"When isn't it?" Hank asked, receiving a glare from Logan.
"In the end," Charles spoke up. "The decision is Jean's and Jean's alone. No one can pressure or bully her into it."
"Or influence her away from it," Emma added.
"I'm telling ya!" Logan nearly shouted. "She didn't do it then…she ain't gonna do it now!"
"Do what?"
The group all looked up when they heard Jean's voice and saw her standing in the doorway of the Professor's office. She was unusually pale and sweating, but other than that, she looked perfectly fine; obviously able to get up and walk and stand on her own resolve.
"Jean…" Logan began, walking towards her.
Jean ignored him and looked around the room. "Do what?" she asked again.
Logan sighed, grasping her hand, and ignoring the stares of the others. "Jean…I told 'em." Jean looked at Logan. "I told 'em everything. The truth…about us…Apocalypse…"
Jean bit her lip and nodded slowly, looking back at the X-Men. "So…you all know then?"
The all nodded only Scott was the first one to speak up. "It actually all makes sense now, too," he joked.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Speak for yourself," she muttered. Walking up to Jean, she threw her hands up in the air. "I've never been more confused in my entire life!" she said more loudly.
Ignoring Emma, Jean turned to Logan. "What do you want me to do?"
Logan looked down. "They uh…"
Noticing that Logan wouldn't finish, Hank stepped forward, and inhaled deeply. "We believe that you should use Phoenix to fight Apocalypse."
Jean shook her head. "No…she's not strong enough."
"Maybe not Phoenix," Ororo said. "But Dark Phoenix."
"You're serious?" Jean asked surprised. Ororo's face was set; determined. Jean looked around the room and at the expressions of everyone's face; all masked with brave determination and no fear. "Do you realize what you're asking?" she questioned the entire group. "Dark Phoenix is no better than Apocalypse, the only difference is, Phoenix can kill everyone in the blink of an eye," she told them. "With one thought. What makes you think that Dark Phoenix will save us, much less the world?"
As she looked to each individual around the world, Charles Xavier said one simple word to Jean, one that echoed in her mind and carried more meaning than anything in her life. The very last words of Emma that she ever heard in her world; the very word that Kurt told her just before they went out to save the world.
"Faith."