A/N: I'm no to proud of this chapter, It's kinda soft and slow, but had to put down for two reasons, After I wrote it, I couldn't bring myself to Change it and two, it sets so much up for later chapters.

Chapter five: Different Pairs of Eyes



By Spicey-Muffin



" 'Cuz I don't understand you,

and why your after me...

but I can't see the view

your eyes look at me through."

-Jars of Clay



Amy walked down the hall dressed in a black pair of jeans and a black top with red flowers. Her usually straight hair was curled slightly, still wet from her recent shower, the sun reflecting off the red tints.



Logan stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting to take her to Alkali Lake. As she came down, he couldn't help but remember Jean. Besides her eyes, Amy look so much like Jean.

'Maybe 'cuse their sisters...' thought Logan with a grim smile.



"Sorry it took me so long. And thanks again for taking me."



Logan shrugged. "Sure kid. It was Eliza who suggested it though."



Amy walked silently along side the solid man, not believing where she was going.

'You know you've wanted to see this place...' Her mind's voice said to her. 'You've wanted to see it since the day you heard where she died.'



Amy knew that was true. But she felt so guilty. 'If my powers had surfaced sooner, thenshe'd still be alive, and...' Scott wouldn't be heart broken, and that little boy James would still have someone to run to. It's all my fault.' she thought to herself as a tear dropped down her cheek.



"You okay kid?" said Logan, opening the jet.



Amy looked up, surprised that she had walked so far in such a short time. "Hmmm... Oh yes. I'm fine."

"Come on then, we have to be back by eight."

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Amy sat silent as the Jet set down a short walk away from Alkali's shore. Amy gave a small smile to Logan who opened the Jet's door, and followed her out.



The lake seemed so calm, so different than the day that Jean had died on. A marble stone had been engraved with "Jean Grey-Summers", and had been set up right beside the shore, where the waters that had swallowed Jean lapped gently on it's side.



Little gifts the others had brought lay out beside the stone. Flowers, little figures and tokens of love and respect littered the ground behind the stone so that the water couldn't reach it.



Amy went down to the water's edge and sat down, letting the wind whip her hair around, and the lake lapping on her feet.



"Why Jean?" she whispered to that only that water could hear her.



Amy must have sat there for hours lost in the few memories she had Jean shared, because when Logan tapped her on her shoulder, it was dark.

"Come on Kid. Let's go." Amy couldn't tell in the dark, but she was sure she saw leftover tears on his face. She let him lead her to the Jet, which carried her home.



Memories still raced through her mind as she flew home. But one screamed louder than the rest, because it was the last one she had with Jean:



Amy had lived at a boarding school in Wales, England for the first years of her high school life. She wasn't a mutant but her best friend Kilo was. The loud, tempermental Chinese girl had taken Amy under her wing after everyone had found out that Amy Grey's sister was 'one of those dangerous mutants' and 'shunned' her. Amy was angry with the sister that was ruining her life even though she wasn't ever there, and one night she told Jean over the phone.



"For crying out loud, Jean! I am sick and tired of all these Mutant talks!"



"What?" Jean had been telling her about what happened at Liberty Island, and suddenly, all the teasing from the others had boiled up inside Amy and she exploded.



"You know what the others call me? Freak! Well, news flash Jean, I'm not a mutant. I don't live in your world! I don't live with Scott or the hope of world peace! I live at Ecment Academy!" She took a breath trying to calm her anger, but it kept coming. "We're from two different worlds Jean. And I can't deal with trying to live in the middle of them."



There was silence on the other line, and Amy suddenly felt like she had blown up for no reason. And she couldn't blame it on raging hormones or anything else. It was pure anger, maybe even jealousy.



"Look, Jean? I gotta go... I'll talk to you later."



"Of course.." Jean's voice was broken, "Bye..."



Amy blinked away new tears. That was the last conversation she ever had with her only sister. The last of her family.



"Hey, We're home," said Logan as he coasted the Jet down into the opening the basketball court made.

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When Amy got to her room, she didn't go straight to bed. She answered Kitty's questions of 'Where were you?', changed into her PJ's and a bathrobe, and went down to the gardens.



Amy, armed with a tissue and her emotions, found her way down to the enormous fountain in the back of the gardens.



She pulled herself up onto the edge of the Fountain. It was wide enough for her to draw her knees under her, and wrap her arms around them. With her chin on her knees and tears on her cheeks, she let her thoughts flow over the waters.



After about ten minutes, she heard someone approach. Half expecting, Kurt or Storm to come up and tell her to go to bed, she kept her eyes on the water. But instead of a teacher she heard another voice.

"I hope I am not intruding..."



Amy looked up to see Pirate come up and sit on the stone side, next to her. She shook her head, brushing the tears off her face,



"No..."



Pirate smiled knowingly and held up a new tissue, "I knew you created water, but not like this..." he teased, handing the tissue to Amy, "Why do you cry?"



Amy sighed wiping her eyes with Pirate's tissue, "I've lost something..."



Pirate looked slightly confused, "What have you lost? Maybe we can find it-"



Amy shook her head, a sad smile on her face. "You can't find it... It's like it never existed, and it didn't."

"Then why cry?"



Amy looked him in the eye, "Because... Nothing was everything."



Pirate shook his head, confused.



She wiped her eyes again looking at the school, "See, This was my sister's world. ; the world of Mutants. I never really was a part of it, but I told myself that didn't matter, 'cuse Jean was never part of mine. I thought we were from two different worlds, but really we were just two different pairs of eyes, looking at the same world."



"Like walking in somebody else's shoes?"



"Exactly, only looking through somebody else's eyes, and how they see the world. Jean saw it as Humans weren't evil, just lost. I was lost. I hated my sister because she wasn't ever there, but she wasn't there because she thought I didn't want her there." She looked back down at her knees, not being able to go on.



"I think you didn't come because you thought she didn't want you in her world, yes?" Pirate said brushing her hair out of her face, careful not to touch her.



"But I if I did- I wanted her there or me here... something. If I were here she'd still be alive! If my powers surfaced sooner, then I could have stopped the waves, and saved her."

"Don't you think she would have stopped you too?" he said with the sadness of smiles, "It was her choice. You are too hard on yourself..." he said softly

"Maybe... But I think not." She said leaving.

Pirate watched the redhead leave the gardens and make her way to her room. Long after he left he sighed, "Of course not... my water lily. Of corse not."