Foresight, part 3

It was silent in the cab, the pair of us concentrating on our own thoughts. Diego was in his full were-form and running in front of the truck, Logan being careful not to drive too fast and hit him, despite being desperate to get to Scott, and to find out what Emma wanted with him and Jean.

If he asked, I would've just told him.

Looking out the passenger window at the world passing us by, I couldn't help but reflect on what could've been one of my worst childhood memories. It wasn't so bad that I was permanently scarred with nightmares, but there was enough damage so that if I ever saw that cursed house again, I'd run in terror.

"Layla." I blinked myself into the present before looking over at Logan. He kept his eyes forward, but I knew that his attention was partially focused on me. "You said that you didn't trust Emma a few months ago, and I didn't ask you why, and I never did. I figured that it was something small that hurt your pride a little. But when you let Armageddon out in Africa, it got me curious."

"But you still didn't ask." I pointed out, returning my gaze to the passenger window.

"Figured you didn't really want to talk about it." He continued, "But I saw that look on your face when you realized where Diego had tracked Scott and Emma to. So, now I'm gonna ask; because if I'm gonna get in there, I need your help. And if you get into trouble, you're gonna need me to back you up."

It was a sweet thing for him to do; he wanted to know what happened between me and Emma so that he was prepared to help me incase I got caught up in whatever evil lurked behind the walls. But like he said, I didn't really want to talk about it, because it still hurt, even after all these years.

When I stayed silent, Logan's hand reached over and gently closed around mine, giving it a little squeeze in silent support. With a heavy sigh, I started to talk.

"It happened when I was 15, a few months before we moved to America. I was out on my own one day, just outside S.H.I.E.L.D's base; I watched a blow out happened between two of my friends, and it wasn't pretty. I got involved and told them both off, but then headed outside to cool off: it was an off day for me, and no body was fond of evacuating another base because of me.

Anyways, I was walking about when I saw them; the Hellfire Club. I didn't know who they were exactly, but the feelings I was getting off them where enough to tip me: they were after something that I had. One of them came forward, saying that they needed my help to stop an evil creature. I was only fifteen, yet I should've known better." It was a tense silence as I dragged up the past for Logan to hear. Despite whatever everyone thought, I was only a Class 4 mutant when I brought down the S.H.I.E.L.D base when I was six, and they were just my normal powers.

"What happened then?" Logan asked. I glanced over at him to see a surprising yet heartwarming sight; his jaw was clenched tightly, almost that I could hear his back teeth grinding. Every muscle in his body was tense, and the hand that was controlling the steering wheel was twitching. All tell tale signs that, as I've come to know Logan over the last 10 months, meant he was really furious with what happened.

"I don't really remember how, but when I agreed to go with them, I blacked out." Logan looked ready to say something, but closed his mouth and waited patiently for me to continue. "When I came to, I was in a room of sorts, laying on a stone table. There were five figures in robes surrounding me, and...Emma." The vehicle nearly plowed through the barrier when Logan's hand twitched violently. Pulling his hand from mine so he could quickly correct us, Logan had to take a deep breath to calm himself. Then several more.

It never did help anyone if Logan got pissed, especially over something that happened to someone else.

Reaching out and taking one of his hands in mine, I brought it close to my chest and gently traced patterns on the back of his hand, hoping it would calm him down. It did...a little. At least enough so we weren't in fear of crashing again.

"When she saw that I was awake, Emma explained that I had a creature spirit inside me, one of immense power and strength. At first I didn't believe her; me, of all people, with a second spirit? Bad enough I was one of S.H.I.E.L.D's youngest agents, but a Class 4 mutant to boot. But when she started explaining, I started believing.

"She told me that if the spirit stayed in me any longer, I was in danger of destroying the world. So I...I took her offer, to get rid of it." I winced slightly, expecting the truck to veer off road again, or for Logan to lash out and berate me for agreeing to such a stupid idea, but I heard nothing.

Risking a glance, I saw that Logan wasn't mad as I thought he'd be.

"You were only a kid, Layla." He growled out softly, not in anger but slight reprimand, "You were scared that you could destroy the world because of what was inside you: I can't find a fault because of your youth and state of mind."

'I concur.' Diego agreed telepathically. Feeling a bit better, (a bit, not a lot), I found the energy to keep talking, even with my legs starting to throb with a sting. I probably should've taken some painkillers before I left the mansion.

"When Emma and the Cuckoo's-the five girls in robes-started the process, I felt terrified that something so dangerous was inside me. It wasn't until I was put into a deep trance in order for them to gain access to the creature that I found out I was in bigger trouble.

"Armageddon manifested in my mind, telling me that it wasn't as dangerous as they had made him out to be: sure he was powerful, but he wasn't a threat to the world. It was only the person who he lived in that was dangerous, our decisions that we made on our own were what decided the fate of the world. He also explained that if the Inner Circle did get rid of him, that would leave me unstable, both mentally and physically."

"You were already powerful as a 15-year-old, I'd hate to see you when you didn't have Armageddon." Logan commented. I didn't want to see it either, and I'm pretty sure the whole world didn't want to see that either.

"I tried getting them to stop, but they wouldn't listen. Well, Emma did, but she said that he was probably lying to me. Then the process stopped, altogether. When I brought myself out of the trance, I saw one of my friends and Fury watching over me. They explained what happened when they found out I wasn't on base anymore, and who Emma and her gang really were."

"And that is..." Logan asked slowly.

'They call themselves the Inner Circle.' Diego cut in, taking over the conversation, 'They claim that their goal in life is to protect the Earth from dangerous spirits. It's existed for thousands of years, with many different members, but the goals always stayed the same. But now though...'

"With the end of the world at stake, I—we think that some of them might have changed their minds about protecting the world." I finished off, "Emma may or may not be with them on this, but it's safe to say that it'd be a good idea to stop her as well." It was quiet after that once more.

"What about Armageddon?" Logan finally asked, "What happened with him afterwards?"

"He decided that it wouldn't be a good idea for him to return to a dormant state. So he stayed in my consciousness, giving me help when I needed it." I answered him, "Because he stayed active, my powers grew a lot into the the wide spectrum they are now. It's been so long since I remembered what my own powers were."

'Then for her safety, we convinced Michael that we wanted to go to America.' Diego summed up, 'Pretty much—SHIT!' He yelped as he lunged to the left, Logan following as something slammed into the road. Right, I forgot about Magneto and the Sentinel's. "Logan, are you seeing zis?" we heard Kurt call through the ear piece, reminding us of the other X-men that were heading to face the onslaught of giant robots.

"Yeah, I see it." He answered, turning his head to look out the window. I heard the roar of several jets fly over head and looked out my own window. "Those are S.H.I.E.L.D jets!" I called to Logan, "Even if Fury teams up with the MRD's, they don't stand a chance."

"You guys figure how to bring the Sentinel's down, we'll be there when we can." Logan ordered the team them turned towards me, "You still sure about facing this Inner Circle?"

"I don't have much choice." I replied grimly, "Aside from Diego, I'm the only one who knows who they are and how they work. You'll need my help." He looked at me with a serious gaze, his hand still in mine. On the outside I felt strong enough to face my past, but my insides were a different story all together: I was scared.

Somehow sensing this, Logan gently pulled his hand out of mine and lifted it to my face, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb underneath my eye. The action sent shivers down my spine, spreading out into my entire body. I gave a small sigh as my eyes closed, leaning into his hand a little bit more and enjoying the feelings I was getting.

"If you two are done in your crappy hotel room, can I direct your attention into stopping?" Logan slammed on the brakes, making Diego yelp as he was flattened against the windshield then thrown off when the truck finally stopped. "Are you ok?" I cried, quickly getting out of the car and over to his side.

"Ow. That hurt." He moaned, sounding in pain but was able to get up onto his feet and shake himself, "Geez! I know I can be an ass sometimes, but wast it really necessary to do that?"

"Sorry about that." Logan apologized with a smirk as he came up beside us, "why did you want us to stop anyway?" Diego didn't say anything as he gestured to a gate. Beyond the gate was a hill, which a terrifyingly familiar building sat.

The House of the Inner Circle.

Gulping back the feeling of my stomach jumping into my throat, I tried not to let my wounded legs get the better of me and start running away from here. This place was never going to leave my dreams now, especially since I have to go back inside again.

"To think, I spent the last 4 years training so that if I ever met another Hellfire Club I'd stop them." I commented with a nervous laugh.

"One difference." Diego pointed out to me, "This time you have me and Logan with you." That did make me feel better, but having Logan rest his hand on my shoulder and squeeze it made me feel even more confident. "Ok then, let's" I cut myself off with a pained cry. My eyes screwed shut as my hands flew to my temples. An intense pain seared through my mind, working it's way through every nerve and cell in my body, setting everything on fire. I felt a pair of hands around my body, holding me close when a chill went through me, cooling the pain to a more tolerable level.

"Layla?" my eyes opened when Logan called my name, seeing him looking down at me.

"We need to move fast." I breathed out shakingly, flicking my gaze to Diego, "they've let something terrible out."

"Can you tell what?" He asked me.

"The only thing strong enough to cause me mental anguish: the Phoenix." I answered then straightened myself out, "when it was inside Jean I'd be all right, but now that it's out and in someone else, there's no telling what sort of damage could be caused." With that we got back into the truck and drove through the gate, heading towards the dark and creepy mansion.

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We were very close to the mansion when the Professor's ghostly image suddenly appeared, spooking Logan enough to stop the truck. "Charles! What is it?" Logan quickly asked, desperate to find out what was going on and get back to the rescue mission.

"Logan, you must trust" The rest of his message was cut off by static before fading out entirely.

"Wait! Trust who?" I called, but it was too late.

"That puts a spanner in everything." Diego muttered under his breath then sighed heavily, "Shall we go into the lion's den now?" We didn't have much choice. Getting out of the car, Logan and Diego went first towards the mansion, Diego changing into his were-form. I followed up behind in case we were sneak-attacked. They reached the front steps when they yelled in pain, sinking to the floor. Dropping as low as I could, I searched for where the attack was coming from, and spotted two Inner Circle members standing at the front door.

Donald Pierce and Harry Leland: not exactly top of the list, but pretty close. Leland could increase the gravity or mass of his chosen target, and he tended to use his powers more than other methods, due to being a bit overweight. Pierce, however, was a bit more problematic. He could create energy blasts that were very powerful. Namely being able to tear the flesh and, if he got his powers up, cut through bones.

Since I was the only one up, it was up to me to stop them. As I shot forward to stand between friend and foe, I raised my arms and projected a shield to cover the three of us. "Hello, uglies." I teased lightly when Leland and Pierce realized who I was.

"You!" Pierce snarled in a vicious tongue.

"Me." I replied brightly before throwing a lightning beam at him and Leland. They manoeuvred out of the way and resumed their attacks. The energy blasts weren't much of a problem, but Leland's ability to increase mass was pressing against my shield, and steadily increasing. :If someone were to help, that would be much appreciated.: I mentally prayed, groaning when Leland dramatically increased his powers. Say what you will about him being fat, but his powers were good.

As if in a sadistic answer to my plea, the mansion exploded as fire spewed forth. Thankfully my shield was still up so we weren't hurt. Leland and Pierce? Not so lucky. As the debris rained down on us, I saw the reason for the sudden explosion, and I literally felt everything inside my body turn to ice.

"Oh, crap." I whispered as the Phoenix flew from the mansion and towards the city. Quickly casting my senses out, I felt five people in the Phoenix. :Cuckoo's. That doens't surprise me.: I commented darkly before lowering my shield and turning towards Logan and Diego.

Despite the cuts from Pierce's energy blasts, Diego was fine to keep going. Logan's had healed quicker than ever, lucky bastard. Getting into the mansion was going to be harder than previously thought, now that it was practically destroyed. But somehow, we managed to find a way inside via what was once the roof. "You two see anyone?" Diego called.

"No." Logan and I replied. It was hard to see in the first place; the floor was covered in debris, and we didn't have time to sift through it all to find anyone. As we moved along the wall, I happened to notice a flash of silver from the corner of them room. Turning my head, I spotted Emma trapped against the wall, trying to break free by using her diamond form. "Oh, well isn't this rich?" Diego commented loudly, drawing Logan and Emma's attention, "We look for a bunch of rats, and we get a mouse." The both of them dropped to ground level, Logan giving me a heated glance that said 'stay back' before he dropped.

As much as I disliked Emma for what she did to me in the past, that doesn't mean I totally hated her. I wasn't like them; I saw both sides of the deal. Emma was scared that I was going to destroy the world, and that I was the type of person who would use this to turn the world into my little playground. But after living in the same mansion for a few months showed her that I wasn't that type of person. She just had to trust me...wait...trust?...Oh, God.

"Trust you? Why the hell should we trust you?" Diego's raised voice brought me back to the present, where the both of them had ganged up on Emma. Time's ticking. Armageddon warned in a light voice. Right. I jumped off from the wall and landed lightly before the retreating Diego and Logan. "Alenka! Please!" Emma pleaded, but Logan pressed his hand against my shoulder to stop me.

"Forget her." he growled deeply.

"Sorry, no." I replied lightly before brushing away his hand and limping over to Emma; my legs were really starting to hurt from all the stress I was going through.

"No?" Diego repeated as I stopped in front of Emma, "Sis, she tried killing you and the world four years ago, not to mention she kidnapped Jean and set the Phoenix free! She's nothing but trouble."

"There's no way she's helping us." Logan confirmed with a feral look on his face.

"Oh...GET OVER YOUR BLOODY EGO'S!" I finally shouted at the both of them, silencing them both. "Honestly, the pair of you, acting like children!" I scolded them, "Need I remind you that the end of the world is nearly on us? We need all the help we can get."

"Even though it was Emma who let the Phoenix out in the first place?" Logan demanded.

"Because that's her job! She extracts dangerous spirits and kills them before they mature." I sighed heavily, "Ok, so she tried to do the same for me, but who else knew about Armageddon and what he was like? It wasn't like we could just find a book about it and get our answers there!"

Logan and Diego looked ready to chew glass, but in the next ten minutes they might not have that luxury.

'Logan.' I pleaded softly, 'The Professor tried to tell us earlier: we had to trust someone. What if he meant Emma?' The look on his face didn't waver, but I could see in his mind that he was thinking it too. He looked away, refusing to budge from his position. Admittedly, why would he? He trusted Emma once, and she stabbed him in the back months later. But I needed him to see this my way.

'Look at me, Logan. I can barely stand as it is.' I told him, a little more firmly, 'I can't take the Phoenix down on my own. I need her help. I need you to trust her...and me.' His head shot towards me, looking perplexed. I didn't say anything, out loud or mentally, but I slowly saw the look in his eyes when he realized that if we didn't let her help, then everyone was doomed.

He heaved a sighed and groaned. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He grumbled.

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(Jean's POV)

The Phoenix. Over the years it became something that I feared and respected. Something that I knew that could never be let out into the open like it had been. Emma...I can't believe what she has done, her or that group of hers. Flying through the air as it had struck down my team, I steeled myself to be ready. I wasn't really positive, but I knew that when it returned to my body it was going to hurt.

"You want me back?" I shouted at the creature that caused so much pain, so much damage and destruction to wherever it went. It found me, and the girls trying to control it thrashed about in pain. "Well, here I am!" I yelled. It screeched in fury and shot like an arrow towards me. I bit back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes, telling myself that crying wasn't going to solve anything. As the Phoenix grew closer, a large laser beam shot into's head, throwing me to the ground even as it slid away for a hundred meters or more before getting back up. I looked around to find the source, and my heart caved in. "Scott, what are you doing? It'll kill you!" I pleaded, trying to make him leave.

"I'm not losing you again!" He yelled, ready to face the Phoenix by himself.

:And I can't loose you either.: I whispered, watching as the Phoenix soared towards him. Scott threw all his power into his eye beams, but the creature merely pushed him out of the way. I cried out in shock and tried to get to my feet, but the force of being knocked to the ground left my legs weak. 'Someone, please! Save him!' I shouted, praying for someone nearby to help, even though I knew that nothing could stop this terrible creature of fire.

The creature turned around and dove straight for Scott. My heart leapt to my throat as I tried to summon my telekinesis to move him out of the path, but I couldn't. "Scott, get down!" I heard someone roar, just as Emma jumped between Scott and the Phoenix, absorbing the great creature. The five girls that were trapped inside the giant bird were released, each dropping onto the street like flies, alive or dead I wasn't sure.

Emma gasped a huge wad of air as her skin turned into some sort of glass or diamond, trying to keep the creature inside. "Emma?" Scott breathed, slowly getting to his feet.

"Get...Get Jean out of here, Scott." she ordered in a soft voice, clutching her hands to her chest as her body shook violently, "I'm not s-sure how long I can...contain it."

"What are you going to do?" I asked as I came over to Scott's side. Maybe I did have Emma wrong. No one as evil as the rest of the group could have done what she was doing.

"Try to release it." she responded. We tried to get closer but two large figures blocked our path.

"Leave her, Summers!" I looked over to see Logan holding Scott back, "She knows what she's doing!" I tried to protest that she didn't when the second large figure, a large werewolf, quickly picked me up and and started heading away quickly, Logan and Scott not too far behind. "She's going to blow!" A woman cried as she appeared beside Logan, her legs in splits. Wait a minute, Alenka? What happened to her...

Just as she finished speaking, Emma gasped loudly as her body began to crack. I pressed my hand against my mouth as I realized the cost of killing the Phoenix meant. "Scott, forgive me." Emma breathed before she exploded, the Phoenix released into the air once more. The remains of her diamond form rained down on us in tiny crystals.

We all waited with bated breath for something else to happen, but it didn't look like it was. "Shit! Why isn't it dead?" Logan roared, the Phoenix screeching loudly as it tried to recover.

"It's been weakened, severely."Alenka answered, "Emma could only take its power away, but she wasn't strong enough to kill it." She was interrupted when the Phoenix screeched again, louder than before. "And evidently, it's very pissed off." Alenka quickly finished.

"Now what?" I cried, "I can't let it hurt anyone else!" Any answer was lost when the Phoenix screeched again, this time shooting towards us.

Everything slowed as the creature came closer. I could feel its anger at being kept away from me, and now...

...now there was nothing to stop it from coming.

We watched as the Phoenix was practically on top of us-

"NO!"

Alenka then leapt in front of me, her arms wide as she absorbed the creature. Once it was inside her, she almost doubled over, coughing in pain. "Layla!" Logan screamed, trying to run to her but Scott and the werewolf were holding him back. She gasped in pain as her eyes darted over to Logan. Their eyes locked, her's tear-filled sky blue to his steel grey and shattered blue. "No, you can't do this!" He roared, trying to break free from Scott and the other creature.

"J-Jean." The girl whispered, catching my attention. "L-Look after th-them?" She asked me in a shaky voice. My eyes left hers when the skin across her stomach began to split, with blood pouring from the wound. She didn't have a diamond mode like Emma did, so this must be more painful.

"Alenka...please." I whispered, "Don't go." She gave me a sad smile before looking back to Logan. He stopped struggling, but it didn't stop the look of heartbreak on his face. I saw him mouth another protest weakly, but Alenka only smiled a little more, even as more of her skin began to split and as tears fell from her eyes.

"I love you, Logan." She whispered.

Then...she exploded into a bright light.

Whoa hang on! Where's everyone going? There's more here!

Epilogue.

Beep...beep.

It was so hard to believe. In fact, I almost didn't believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes. I just wished the pain went away with it. The feeling of sheer, utter helplessness as you watched someone just in arms reach, but at the same time so far away.

Beep...beep.

Leaning back in the chair I had been sitting in for the last three days, feeling the uncomfortable kinks in my back move about before settling, I couldn't help but remember that night...

The light subsided as the Phoenix shot into the air. It didn't stay long before it turned to ice and shattered, like much what it did to Emma. The air was silent for a few moments before a long low howl filled the air. Diego's head lowered when his sorrow was released, hanging weakly as all he could do was stand...and mourn the sister he had just lost.

I could barely feel my body anymore. Everything inside of me had just shut down as soon as my mind had realized what just happened.

Alenka was gone.

And she couldn't come back this time.

Diego shifted from his were-form into his human form, just to fall to his knees and let out a sob.

"Dammit, Alenka. How could you?" He breathed before another sob overcame him, wracking his shoulders. Feeling what he did, Jean pulled herself away from Scott and over to the heart broken boy, gently wrapping his arms around his shoulders and guiding his head to her shoulder, letting him weep there. Scott stood stoically before reaching out and gently resting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, "I should've stopped her."

As much as I wanted to turn on him, saying that it was his fault that he didn't stop her, but I knew that would only be a waste of time and air. And it wasn't true. It was no one's fault that they didn't stop her in time. But it didn't stop the guilt from eating away at everything inside of me.

I felt Scott's hand leave my shoulder as he walked over to Jean and the distraught Diego, attempting to comfort the brother as well. But there wasn't anything any of us could say to help him. Somehow, my numb body managed to walk over to the large crater that still smoked from the event, as my mind replayed every image it had of Alenka; her smile, her tears, her anger, or just her as she slept against my body, safe and sound. God, I could still smell her delicious and delirious scent.

Coming to the edge of the crater, I tried to make myself look down, but nothing in the world could make me see where the brightest light in my darkness was killed. If I did, I just knew that I'd leave here a broken man, that not even a healing factor could fix.

A low whine pierced the silent night, catching everyone's attention. I finally made myself look down as the smoke finally began to clear, revealing a large mass of brown...fur?

"Oh...Jellybeans and Cupcakes, that hurt." a light male voice spoke, sounding a bit ruffled. As the last of the smoke disappeared, my heart leapt into my throat. It was a giant wolf.

"Arm...Armageddon?" I finally choked out, feeling Diego tense up beside me. The wolf raised it's head, a pair of familiar gold and silver eyes looking at us all.

"Oh, good! You're all ok." He spoke smiling from his half crouched position. He started to straighten when a look passed over his face and he quickly lowered himself again, "Uh..."

"Armageddon?" Scott asked cautiously, "How are you still...alive?" That was running through my head as well. The second spirit was tied to Alenka, so if she died he must've as well, right? But then..what if she's...

"I'm alive because I'm covering the reason for my existence." Armageddon replied, a frown marring his face, "Now somebody pass Jean some soft of clothing! I don't have human hands, and I'm not letting a man get a free peep show either!" We backed off slightly from his sharp tone, but finally Jean, armed with Scott's trench coat, descended into the crater and over to Armageddon. He quietly muttered something into her ear. She was shocked by whatever it was and quickly dropped to her hands and knees to look underneath him.

"Jean?" Diego called to her, his voice croaking, "What" he was cut of when she gave a delighted scream.

"It's Alenka! She's ok!" She called to us, quickly reaching underneath and covering her with Scott's trench coat. I couldn't remember Diego yelping as I brushed right past him, barrelling down into the crater beside her and carefully pulled the unconscious figure into my arms.

Oh, god...

It was her!

She was in one piece, and still breathing. The scars that once riddled her face and body were now gone, returning to its once flawless state. The blast was big enough to rip her clothes to shreds, but she was still alive, and in one piece.

"You didn't really think I'd let her sacrifice herself so easily, did you now?" Armageddon asked as he finally straightened to his full height, shaking his entire body lightly, "Tied to her being or not, she's got unfinished business here, and there's no chance in Hell that I'm missing out on all the fun."

The fun didn't start. In fact, it never did.

When everyone reconvened at the X-mansion, Hank gave the downside of the joyous occasion; Alenka was in a coma, and nobody knew how long it was going to last. Kenzie tried everything he could to heal her and bring her back, but his powers just couldn't do it.

So, it was for the last three days and nights that I stayed by her side, not leaving unless I really had to.

"Logan?" I looked away from Alenka's sleeping face to see Jayne at the door way. She had taken things the hardest out of everyone; they were practically sisters with how long they'd been together, and all they've been through.

"Ororo and Jean have cooked breakfast for everyone upstairs." She informed me, "I can look after Alenka while you eat?" she made it seem like a question, but I knew Jayne enough to know that she really made it a statement: get something to eat and some fresh air.

I nodded my thanks and got out of the chair, feeling the kinks turn into pops before I walked past Jayne to get out. I rested my hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed it, getting a weak but positive smile in return from her. I had gotten to the kitchen where everybody else was already eating. Bobby noticed my presence first and held out a plate for me. It was silent as we all ate, not even a whisper of conversation. "You know what?" Tildie finally spoke, breaking the silence, "The first thing we should do when Alenka wakes up is have a party."

Whether it was because of her innocence, or the tension in everyone turned hysterical, we all gave a soft chuckle at her suggestion.

"We should." Diego agreed quietly. He stayed at the mansion, at his sister's bedside when I wasn't there or had fallen asleep. In fact, those two words were his first in a matter of days ever since it happened.

"She'd like that." He continued.

"I think she'd like anything we do for her." Jean smiled assuredly at him before winking at Scott, "Although, maybe a marriage proposal from L-"

"Oh no, not at the table!" Bobby warned, cutting across her sentence, "As much as I like that idea, I don't want to loose my breakfast." The tension in the air was further lessened as everyone started to laugh. The phone rang in the background, and I vaguely heard Forge answer it.

It was when he asked Jayne why she was calling that everything stopped.

"Forge? What's going on?" Kitty asked, almost demanding him to know what Jayne was telling him. The look on his face said one thing: heartbreak.

"She said...Alenka's awake." He said softly, turning to look at us. But more so at me in particular.

"And? What's wrong?" I asked him, pleading with the higher beings that nothing bad was wrong with her.

"She...Alenka..." he paused to take a breath and retry to speak again.

"Alenka's awake." He finally got out, "But she can't remember who Jayne is. She doesn't remember anything."

THE END?

And now to await the inevitable slaughter fest that is fast approaching. Oh, by the way? The question I asked last chapter? The dead line is now set at the 15th of July. The options are Supernatural, Naruto or Kingdom Hearts. Ok, that's it? That's all! There isn't anymore! (Just kidding, there is, but not for a while yet.)

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