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A/N: Hello again! I just wanted to apologize for taking so long to update. *blushes* I'm probably making a bad first impression, but I promise in the future I'll try and update as soon as possible. I also would like to thank all of my reviewers and I made comments in response to your reviews at the end of the chapter. Anyway, I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard if I don't go to bed soon (It's 2:30 am) so I hope you enjoy this chappy and chapter two is already in the works!

Chapter One: Reflections

She jolted awake, her eyes wide as beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Paralyzed by her fear, she lay there trying to recall the flash of images that flew through her mind, but she couldn't exactly remember what they were about. Only that they were so terrible she didn't care to witness them again.

She arose from the twisted sheets of her bed and warily made her way to the bathroom. She ran cold water from the sink and ran her hands through it, lightly splashing her face. She felt a little more refreshed, but some kind of bad feeling still lingered in the back of her mind.

She paused for a moment and looked up to see a beautiful woman staring back at her. Her long, red hair brought out her eyes which were deep pools of green, and her skin almost looked as if it were made from porcelain. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel different. Her skin was even paler than usual and a few wrinkle now appeared on her forehead. She was slowly losing the youth that once burned so brightly in her heart. Was she wasting away her life by being part of the X-men? Surely she couldn't be there for them forever, she wanted to live a normal life; get a real job and maybe start a family.

'No…' She though, 'My place is here with the X-men.'

Suddenly a stabbing pain shot through her head and it felt as though her head would burst. She had never experienced a pain such as this before, but it felt vaguely familiar…She had felt this same pain in her dream right before she died. She cried out in pain and clutching her head she collapsed, hitting her head on the sink. She was knocked out cold and blood started dripping from the newly formed gash on her head.

"Jean! Jean, wake up!"

She could hear a very distant voice in the background and it slowly became louder and louder. She started to gain feeling again as a hand rapidly shook her shoulder and she came back to consciousness. Wincing at the gash on her forehead, she tried to sit up, but a hand gently nudged her back down.

" Easy now…You hit your head pretty badly." A familiar voice said as the man grabbed a damn wash clothe and carefully held it to her wound.

"Scott? W-what happened?" Jean said hoarsely.

"I'm not quite sure…I woke up to your screaming and ran in here to find you laying unconscious on the floor." He furrowed his brow with concern and ran his fingers through her hair. "Are you feeling alright? Is it your telepathy?"

"I…Yeah, I'm f-fine. I just had this…" She pause for a moment, unable to speak. A million thoughts ran through her head as she finally realized what this could mean.

"Jean?"

"…this dream. It was almost as if it were real." At that moment Scott saw something in Jean's eyes he had never seen before. It was a look of certain indescribable fear that told Scott this was more than a dream.

"What exactly happened in your…your dream?"

"I'm not really sure…It all happened so fast. Everything was a blur."

"It's alright. Maybe if you can try and probe your own mind for the images you saw using your telepathy."

Jean nodded and closed her eyes. She concentrated hard in hopes of recovering the lost images from her dream.

Scott watched her silently for what seemed like hours, yet only a couple minutes actually passed. Just before he was about to give up and call Jean back to her normal state, she spoke.

"Fire everywhere…Panicking children are running up and down the halls looking for a way to escape…Screaming…T-there's a man with a gun…He's - Oh God!" Her eyes flung open and she gasped for air. Scott cupped her cheek, lightly caressing it as he tries to calm her down.

"What did you see?" He asks, slightly alarmed.

Jean didn't answer. Instead, she pulled herself out of his arms and threw the was clothe from her head. She quickly dashed out of the bathroom, her white nightgown flailing behind her.

"Jean, wait! What is it?" Scott called to her, but it was too late - She had already disappeared out of sight.

As she ran along the dark corridor she could feel the coldness from the wood floor being absorbed into her feet with every step she took, sending a cold chill down her spine. She nearly tripped down the stairs because she was running so fast, yet she didn't want to face the terrible truth that lie ahead.

Finally, she stopped in front of an elaborate door and she placed her trembling hand on the door knob. She hesitated for a moment, but she knew she had to discover for herself whether her dream was just that - a dream - or whether it was something more. She took a deep breath as she slowly turned the door knob and with a creak, the door opened.

She remained standing at the doorway as she peered into the dark room. A large desk sat in the middle of the room with a couple of chairs opposite of it. There were many books lying around, all of them either sitting upon the dusty shelves of the bookcases lining the walls or strewn across the desk. A shiny chess set sat in the corner of the room, it's pieces seemed to be left there as if someone never finished their game. Lastly, there were two big windows on the far wall where Jean could see the stars shining through from the clear night sky.

Suddenly light poured through the windows and Jean was merely a young student learning to control her powers. This room held many memories for her and at the very moment she stepped into the room, it was as if she stepped into some kind of time capsule.

She remembered how she came into this room everyday for personal training for her newly discovered powers. She never thought she'd be good enough to fully control them, yet she couldn't help but smile at the memory of movie her first object using her telekinesis: a book. For at least a month or two after, she'd use her telekinesis to do almost anything. Even to play chess with the professor that taught her everything she knew till this day.

"Jean, why did you come to Professor Xavier's office?"

Jean jumped at the sudden interruption from her childhood memories and she came back to the painful reality.

Scott was standing beside her with a confused look on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright." Jean replied quietly as she looked around the abandoned room, but it was just that which worried her - It was completely abandoned.

She walked into the room toward the back of the office which was the Professor's sleeping quarters.

'He's go to be in here…He wasn't in his office.' Jean though as she grew even more nervous, but as she peered into the bedroom she found that it was also deserted. She breathed a sigh of a relief, but if the Professor wasn't in either of his rooms, where else could he have gone?

The rear window drew her attention. It was wide open and a cool breaze came through, blowing the torn curtains and sending a chill throughout her entire body. And at that moment she knew…

"Scott!" Jean called to him in the other room with a panicked tone in her voice.

"Jean, what is it now?" He said, rather impatiently as he ran into the bedroom and looked to Jean, hoping he'd finally get some answers from her, but he soon lost all his impatience to concern as he came to meet Jean's eyes.
"He's gone, Scott…Someone's taken the Professor."

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Little Took: Thanks for being my first reviewer!!! After I looked back on it I realized my story is kind of like the movie, but I assure you I'm going to go in a different direction and try to throw in lots of surprises on the way!

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