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"Descent of the Phoenix" By: Wicked-Wytch
Disclaimer: I don't own the Xmen comics, toon, or movie... but i am trying to find Stan Lee to ask him if he'd adopt me. Then i could say... "I don't own Xmen, but I do live with the dude who created them, so that's pretty damn good" I'm sure he'll say yes after reading my fic... I mean... he seems like a nice guy.... right? And when he adopts me, we can live together in a large, beautiful mansion. Hilarity will ensue... and maybe I'll get a contract to do a comedy about my life with Stan, aptly titled "Stan Lee and me" on channel seven. Who knows? It could happen. Mama always told me to dream big.
R/R and Enjoy! (Please review!)*Does the 'I luv reviewers' dance*
Note: Any telepathic speech is in between '::' so. ::This is me telepathically speaking to you! Stop thinking those dirty thoughts!!:: ^_^ And by the way, I'd just like to say that I should be studying for finals right now, but my call to please my reviewers is far too great. To hell with physics, I say! (I will probably regret this later, but what the hell).
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(X-Institute)
Professor Charles Xavier was sitting up quietly on his bed when Scott loudly barged in. For some time, the older man had sensed something was off with Scott. Losing Jean had been hard on them all, but he had taken it worse than the rest. At first, he had cried for hours- nothing had been able to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. After that, Scott had simply closed himself off, becoming reckless and moody during training and angry or rude at other times. When the Professor had tried to speak with the young mutant, he just got quiet and refused to say anything. It worried Xavier. Scott was one of his best and favorite pupils... if he wasn't careful, he could lose him. Logan could get away with being reckless and cutting off his emotions from the others; he was strong enough to do such. But the Professor feared that much of Scott's strength had waned with the passing of his beloved Jean Grey.
It was sometime past midnight when the Professor was awoken by Scott's mental anguish. It was so loud that it was hard for the Professor to shut it off, and so he was forced to listen. It pained him greatly to see that his student and friend was hurting so badly and there was nothing to do about it.
Shortly afterward, Scott entered his bedroom. Without a word or a knock, his door was open and Scott ran inside, his bare chest [A/N: for you half naked Scott fans ^_~] heaving and slick with sweat. For a moment, the two men just looked at each other in silence. Then, they spoke.
"Professor," Scott's voice was loud and uneven. "She's alive and in trouble- I don't know what kind or how, but we have to do something. She needs our help and we have to go to her!"
"Calm down and lower your voice," Xavier said, as always trying to keep the situation under control. He didn't want any students to hear the noise and decide to take a look to see what was going on. "Tell me, what's wrong, Scott?" The Professor already knew what was going on; Scott was projecting clear mental pictures of what he was thinking. But, as good habit dictated, Xavier waited for Scott to reveal the details on his own- letting him speak would be best, he thought.
"Jean.... she came to me in a dream. She needs our help. She's in pain. Please, Professor, you have to use Cerebro and find out where she is. Then we can find her and bring her home."
Xavier sat in silence, looking at the sorry sight of a lovesick man. Immediately, he was filled with pity and wanted to calm Scott, as well as tell him that Jean being alive was impossible.
"Scott..." The Professor looked down, fumbling to find the right words. When they didn't come to him, he decided that the truth was the best course to take. "Jean's dead. She's not in trouble, nor does she need our help. She is no longer with us, Scott."
"You have to believe me," Scott's body was shuddering and he was struggling to hold back his tears. "She needs me. She needs all of us. How can you just give up on her like this?" He knew that the Professor was not going to believe him.
"We've been over this, Scott," Xavier's voice was soft and ripe with sadness, "I spent many weeks now searching for her with Cerebro- I've picked up nothing. She's gone. You just had a bad dream."
"No!" Scott screamed suddenly. He turned, quickly exiting the room.
"Scott!" Xavier called from his bed but got no response. So instead, he called to Scott mentally, ::Scott! Come back!::
::No!:: He responded angrily, ::You may be willing to let her go, but I'm not going to ignore her cries of help!::
::Where are you going?::
::To find her!::
Quite suddenly, Xavier found that his mental connection with Scott was broken. Somehow the boy must have closed his mind off. The Professor looked down at his dark blankets and useless legs, which he hated at the moment because they stopped him from following Scott. Alone and in the dark, he hoped that he didn't lose another of his favorite students.
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(An alleyway outside the Sanctuary)
Merci jumped out the window and onto concrete, the soles of her boots taking most of the impact. It hadn't been a long jump, but it wasn't anything to sneeze at, either. Looking back she searched for the boy, waiting to see if he would follow. Just as she thought, she watched as he awkwardly peered out the hole that was once a window and gave her a dark look.
"Are you coming?" Merci asked impatiently, her hands at hips.
"Goddamnit," John muttered, scowling as he attempted to climb down from the hole. Failing miserably, he grasped the brick tightly, not wanting to fall on his ass and make a fool of himself. Unfortunately, that's just what he did.
"Very graceful," Merci chuckled softly. Her strange colored eyes, filled with humor, met his.
"Shut up," John muttered, wiping the back of his pants and trying to brush them off. After a moment of silence, he looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow, and then turned, starting to walk away.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"Uh..." John stopped but did not turn around to look at her. "Home. And the hell away from you." After this statement, his hand was in his pocket once again, searching for his Zippo. Within a minute, it was out and in his palm, the familiar flick-swish resounding off the walls.
"That's it? You're just leaving?"
John laughed loudly. "What? You expect me to stay?" He continued to walk and after a second of watching his fleeting form, Merci, despite better judgment, began to follow him.
"You're pretty fucking funny!" Merci cried, catching up to him and pulling him by the arm. "You tried to kill me and then I saved your ass in there! And now you're just leaving?"
"I never asked to be saved," John responded simply, his tone dull. He looked at the girl, suddenly wanting to get away from her.
"Asshole!"
"Bitch!"
The two stared at one another, dark looks in each's eye. The flame in John's palm grew and a fist full of water began to form in Merci's hand. Each took an angry stance, slowly moving closer to one another.
A flash of light focusing on the two of them immediately startled them, causing them to pull away from each other and look at the source of the light.
"What the hell?" John muttered, shading his eyes in an attempt to see where it was coming from.
Suddenly, everything came into view and both young mutants realized what was causing the brightness: a troop of at least twenty police officers, all with guns pointed at them.
"Cops again?" Merci muttered, making sure to stay completely still.
"Both of you," one of the officers was shouting, "put your hands up and you will not be harmed." Merci did as told, but John seemed to just stare at the men and women, leering. "Put your hands up sir!" Many of the guns turned toward John but still he did nothing.
A dark smile was growing on his face. Merci's eyes widened as she saw the fire grow larger in his hand. *Stupid idiot,* she thought, *Put it away and put your hands up!*
"This is your last warning," the officer spoke tensely.
"Never did listen much to warnings." At that, John started to throw a large flame at the police.
"That is unnecessary, Mr. Allerdyce." A new, delicately feminine voice said from behind. John stopped- releasing his fire ball-, and turned to see who had spoken (Merci did the same). Because they turned to look at the woman, they did not notice that all of the police seemed to become frozen in time.
"Who the hell are you?" John asked, thinking suddenly that the night seemed to be getting stranger by the minute.
"My name?" The woman laughed, brushing a finely manicured finger over her coat of white fur. There was a cocky grin on her face and a confident look in her eye. "I am Emma Frost. But right now, I'm your savior."
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(Canada)
Jean slept uneasily, her form moving from side to side every few moments. Jason was beside her, his arms protectively around her chest but a blanket prevented him from touching her skin. Part of him resented this cloth. The dark, evil voice inside his head repeatedly told him to remove the barriers that held her body from his. But he ignored it- at least for a little while. He realized that he needed Jean Grey's trust before he could try anything of the sort with her. After all, her mind was fragile and he couldn't push her yet. Heavily sighing, Jason closed his eyes and rested his head against the pillow. Patience, he reminded himself, was a virtue. He found himself dozing in and out of a restful sleep a few moments later.
While Jason battled with his inner voices, Jean dreamt of things that had been lost to her. She looked around, not fully aware she was sleeping and stuck in a dream, searching for someone.
"Hello?" she cried as her red hair suddenly blew around with the wind. "Is any body there?" Jean had no idea why this place seemed so familiar. The midafternoon sun was shining brightly, high in the sky. She was standing before a gate and behind that gate was a large, vine covered building made of red brick. It was too big to be called a mansion and after a few moments of staring, Jean got the feeling that this place was like a dormitory or maybe a school.
Unable to look around for much longer due to the gates swinging open, Jean took a step closer to the building, not seeing the plaque on the side which read "Xavier's School for the Gifted". The noise of an engine running caused Jean to take a step off the path that led out of the school. It was a good thing, too, because seconds later a man on a motorcycle went speeding by her. She only saw his face for a half second, but something about him immediately caused a reaction inside her.
*...Logan...* Jean recalled a name. Her eyebrows knotted together, she tried to remember the man whose name she knew.
After a moment of staring at the trail of dust he left behind, Jean continued to walk until she reached the wooden double door that was the entrance. Reaching with a slightly reluctant hand, Jean pushed it aside and stepped in. Immediately, she knew that she had seen this place before. There was something about it, something inside the walls themselves, that made this place seem so alive and real.
Was this just a dream, Jean asked herself. Or was it something much more?
She walked down abandoned corridors, long, empty halls, and up a flight of stairs before she stopped outside a bedroom. Curiosity getting the best of her, she opened the door that kept her from the inside and peeked in.
There was a man inside, standing by a window. Jean could only see the back of him, but she had a feeling she already knew his face. Was this Jason, she wondered. For a moment, she hesitated. But then, she took a shaky step forward. The sound of her foot hitting the wooden floor caused the man to turn.
"Jean?" there was a heavy sadness in his voice.
*Scott?* Jean stared at him blankly. She was positive that she knew him from somewhere. Scott ran toward her and Jean found herself unable to move.
It was then, at that most inopportune moment that Jean woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and her face was immediately flushed. She sat up, unable to control her shaking body.
"Scott," she muttered softly in the dark.
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(Xavier's bedroom)
The Professor was still sitting up in bed, his eyes closed but his mind still active with thought. For a moment, he considered everything that had happened within the last few weeks. He thought about Jean, mostly. His thoughts seemed to focus on the student who had become much like a daughter to him. She had been so young, and it all seemed so unfair. Scott and Jean had deserved happiness and a long life together. Instead they had been torn apart by death. It was wrong.
For a second, the Professor's thoughts fell on a fact that he seemed to push back and try to forget.
Maybe she was alive.
It had been a last grasp of hope that had sent Xavier to cerebro the day after Jean had died. He had never expected to find the slightest hint of Jean's psychic residue in Alkali Lake. But he had. Xavier remembered perfectly just how shaken he had been by the find. But after going to the lake time after time, he had found nothing. No Jean- not even a body. After a week, he had concluded that the traces of Jean's psychic energy must have been an after effect of the massive amount she had used to save them and hold off the water for so long.
It must have been that, he told himself. But what if he was wrong and Scott had been right?
Suddenly chill, the Professor pulled his covers up around his thin body. He was unsure what to do and that uncertainty bothered him greatly. In a minute, he had made a decision. Surely, he thought, Scott would leave no stone unturned in his search for Jean. If he found even the slightest clue that she was alive, Xavier thought, he'd send all the Xmen to investigate. Otherwise, he'd simply continue to do his own research and keep it secret from the others- at least for a little while.
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hehe this chappy was fun and o-so-interesting! Hmmm...... So... what does Emma want with our favorite Pyro? After the dream, will Jean realize that Jason's the bastard he really is? And what's Scott going to do? Oh- and what's up with the psychic residue crap?? Hmmmm. the next chappy should be interesting
Btw- I'm so sorry for not having Wolvie in this chapter. I think I have blasphemed. *shame*. He'll be back next chappy. Promise! *off to do penance*
Reviewers!: You're the coolest!
*Evie*-Thanks. hehe. I'm touched by your kind review
*Maria*- Thanks muchly, my evil friend. I feel honored that the good writer gives me such a nice review. Suspense is my thing, so I cannot reveal the secrets of the story. Tho i can in RL if you want so much.
*Eadha Ohn *- ^_^ hehehe. *goes to get a pacifier for the screaming-spoilt-brat-from hell reviewer* A meanie, I am. hehe. Thanks for the review.
*DiamondLover*- Thanks. I was thinking of u and all Scott lovers when I did this chappy. Hope it pleases ya!
*Imogen262*- Thanx thanx! And no worries- I only saw the movie 2 times too. *hoping that rabid xmen fans won't attack me after learning that fact*.
Be well everyone, ~Wicked
"Descent of the Phoenix" By: Wicked-Wytch
Disclaimer: I don't own the Xmen comics, toon, or movie... but i am trying to find Stan Lee to ask him if he'd adopt me. Then i could say... "I don't own Xmen, but I do live with the dude who created them, so that's pretty damn good" I'm sure he'll say yes after reading my fic... I mean... he seems like a nice guy.... right? And when he adopts me, we can live together in a large, beautiful mansion. Hilarity will ensue... and maybe I'll get a contract to do a comedy about my life with Stan, aptly titled "Stan Lee and me" on channel seven. Who knows? It could happen. Mama always told me to dream big.
R/R and Enjoy! (Please review!)*Does the 'I luv reviewers' dance*
Note: Any telepathic speech is in between '::' so. ::This is me telepathically speaking to you! Stop thinking those dirty thoughts!!:: ^_^ And by the way, I'd just like to say that I should be studying for finals right now, but my call to please my reviewers is far too great. To hell with physics, I say! (I will probably regret this later, but what the hell).
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(X-Institute)
Professor Charles Xavier was sitting up quietly on his bed when Scott loudly barged in. For some time, the older man had sensed something was off with Scott. Losing Jean had been hard on them all, but he had taken it worse than the rest. At first, he had cried for hours- nothing had been able to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. After that, Scott had simply closed himself off, becoming reckless and moody during training and angry or rude at other times. When the Professor had tried to speak with the young mutant, he just got quiet and refused to say anything. It worried Xavier. Scott was one of his best and favorite pupils... if he wasn't careful, he could lose him. Logan could get away with being reckless and cutting off his emotions from the others; he was strong enough to do such. But the Professor feared that much of Scott's strength had waned with the passing of his beloved Jean Grey.
It was sometime past midnight when the Professor was awoken by Scott's mental anguish. It was so loud that it was hard for the Professor to shut it off, and so he was forced to listen. It pained him greatly to see that his student and friend was hurting so badly and there was nothing to do about it.
Shortly afterward, Scott entered his bedroom. Without a word or a knock, his door was open and Scott ran inside, his bare chest [A/N: for you half naked Scott fans ^_~] heaving and slick with sweat. For a moment, the two men just looked at each other in silence. Then, they spoke.
"Professor," Scott's voice was loud and uneven. "She's alive and in trouble- I don't know what kind or how, but we have to do something. She needs our help and we have to go to her!"
"Calm down and lower your voice," Xavier said, as always trying to keep the situation under control. He didn't want any students to hear the noise and decide to take a look to see what was going on. "Tell me, what's wrong, Scott?" The Professor already knew what was going on; Scott was projecting clear mental pictures of what he was thinking. But, as good habit dictated, Xavier waited for Scott to reveal the details on his own- letting him speak would be best, he thought.
"Jean.... she came to me in a dream. She needs our help. She's in pain. Please, Professor, you have to use Cerebro and find out where she is. Then we can find her and bring her home."
Xavier sat in silence, looking at the sorry sight of a lovesick man. Immediately, he was filled with pity and wanted to calm Scott, as well as tell him that Jean being alive was impossible.
"Scott..." The Professor looked down, fumbling to find the right words. When they didn't come to him, he decided that the truth was the best course to take. "Jean's dead. She's not in trouble, nor does she need our help. She is no longer with us, Scott."
"You have to believe me," Scott's body was shuddering and he was struggling to hold back his tears. "She needs me. She needs all of us. How can you just give up on her like this?" He knew that the Professor was not going to believe him.
"We've been over this, Scott," Xavier's voice was soft and ripe with sadness, "I spent many weeks now searching for her with Cerebro- I've picked up nothing. She's gone. You just had a bad dream."
"No!" Scott screamed suddenly. He turned, quickly exiting the room.
"Scott!" Xavier called from his bed but got no response. So instead, he called to Scott mentally, ::Scott! Come back!::
::No!:: He responded angrily, ::You may be willing to let her go, but I'm not going to ignore her cries of help!::
::Where are you going?::
::To find her!::
Quite suddenly, Xavier found that his mental connection with Scott was broken. Somehow the boy must have closed his mind off. The Professor looked down at his dark blankets and useless legs, which he hated at the moment because they stopped him from following Scott. Alone and in the dark, he hoped that he didn't lose another of his favorite students.
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(An alleyway outside the Sanctuary)
Merci jumped out the window and onto concrete, the soles of her boots taking most of the impact. It hadn't been a long jump, but it wasn't anything to sneeze at, either. Looking back she searched for the boy, waiting to see if he would follow. Just as she thought, she watched as he awkwardly peered out the hole that was once a window and gave her a dark look.
"Are you coming?" Merci asked impatiently, her hands at hips.
"Goddamnit," John muttered, scowling as he attempted to climb down from the hole. Failing miserably, he grasped the brick tightly, not wanting to fall on his ass and make a fool of himself. Unfortunately, that's just what he did.
"Very graceful," Merci chuckled softly. Her strange colored eyes, filled with humor, met his.
"Shut up," John muttered, wiping the back of his pants and trying to brush them off. After a moment of silence, he looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow, and then turned, starting to walk away.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"Uh..." John stopped but did not turn around to look at her. "Home. And the hell away from you." After this statement, his hand was in his pocket once again, searching for his Zippo. Within a minute, it was out and in his palm, the familiar flick-swish resounding off the walls.
"That's it? You're just leaving?"
John laughed loudly. "What? You expect me to stay?" He continued to walk and after a second of watching his fleeting form, Merci, despite better judgment, began to follow him.
"You're pretty fucking funny!" Merci cried, catching up to him and pulling him by the arm. "You tried to kill me and then I saved your ass in there! And now you're just leaving?"
"I never asked to be saved," John responded simply, his tone dull. He looked at the girl, suddenly wanting to get away from her.
"Asshole!"
"Bitch!"
The two stared at one another, dark looks in each's eye. The flame in John's palm grew and a fist full of water began to form in Merci's hand. Each took an angry stance, slowly moving closer to one another.
A flash of light focusing on the two of them immediately startled them, causing them to pull away from each other and look at the source of the light.
"What the hell?" John muttered, shading his eyes in an attempt to see where it was coming from.
Suddenly, everything came into view and both young mutants realized what was causing the brightness: a troop of at least twenty police officers, all with guns pointed at them.
"Cops again?" Merci muttered, making sure to stay completely still.
"Both of you," one of the officers was shouting, "put your hands up and you will not be harmed." Merci did as told, but John seemed to just stare at the men and women, leering. "Put your hands up sir!" Many of the guns turned toward John but still he did nothing.
A dark smile was growing on his face. Merci's eyes widened as she saw the fire grow larger in his hand. *Stupid idiot,* she thought, *Put it away and put your hands up!*
"This is your last warning," the officer spoke tensely.
"Never did listen much to warnings." At that, John started to throw a large flame at the police.
"That is unnecessary, Mr. Allerdyce." A new, delicately feminine voice said from behind. John stopped- releasing his fire ball-, and turned to see who had spoken (Merci did the same). Because they turned to look at the woman, they did not notice that all of the police seemed to become frozen in time.
"Who the hell are you?" John asked, thinking suddenly that the night seemed to be getting stranger by the minute.
"My name?" The woman laughed, brushing a finely manicured finger over her coat of white fur. There was a cocky grin on her face and a confident look in her eye. "I am Emma Frost. But right now, I'm your savior."
~~~~~
(Canada)
Jean slept uneasily, her form moving from side to side every few moments. Jason was beside her, his arms protectively around her chest but a blanket prevented him from touching her skin. Part of him resented this cloth. The dark, evil voice inside his head repeatedly told him to remove the barriers that held her body from his. But he ignored it- at least for a little while. He realized that he needed Jean Grey's trust before he could try anything of the sort with her. After all, her mind was fragile and he couldn't push her yet. Heavily sighing, Jason closed his eyes and rested his head against the pillow. Patience, he reminded himself, was a virtue. He found himself dozing in and out of a restful sleep a few moments later.
While Jason battled with his inner voices, Jean dreamt of things that had been lost to her. She looked around, not fully aware she was sleeping and stuck in a dream, searching for someone.
"Hello?" she cried as her red hair suddenly blew around with the wind. "Is any body there?" Jean had no idea why this place seemed so familiar. The midafternoon sun was shining brightly, high in the sky. She was standing before a gate and behind that gate was a large, vine covered building made of red brick. It was too big to be called a mansion and after a few moments of staring, Jean got the feeling that this place was like a dormitory or maybe a school.
Unable to look around for much longer due to the gates swinging open, Jean took a step closer to the building, not seeing the plaque on the side which read "Xavier's School for the Gifted". The noise of an engine running caused Jean to take a step off the path that led out of the school. It was a good thing, too, because seconds later a man on a motorcycle went speeding by her. She only saw his face for a half second, but something about him immediately caused a reaction inside her.
*...Logan...* Jean recalled a name. Her eyebrows knotted together, she tried to remember the man whose name she knew.
After a moment of staring at the trail of dust he left behind, Jean continued to walk until she reached the wooden double door that was the entrance. Reaching with a slightly reluctant hand, Jean pushed it aside and stepped in. Immediately, she knew that she had seen this place before. There was something about it, something inside the walls themselves, that made this place seem so alive and real.
Was this just a dream, Jean asked herself. Or was it something much more?
She walked down abandoned corridors, long, empty halls, and up a flight of stairs before she stopped outside a bedroom. Curiosity getting the best of her, she opened the door that kept her from the inside and peeked in.
There was a man inside, standing by a window. Jean could only see the back of him, but she had a feeling she already knew his face. Was this Jason, she wondered. For a moment, she hesitated. But then, she took a shaky step forward. The sound of her foot hitting the wooden floor caused the man to turn.
"Jean?" there was a heavy sadness in his voice.
*Scott?* Jean stared at him blankly. She was positive that she knew him from somewhere. Scott ran toward her and Jean found herself unable to move.
It was then, at that most inopportune moment that Jean woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and her face was immediately flushed. She sat up, unable to control her shaking body.
"Scott," she muttered softly in the dark.
~~~~~
(Xavier's bedroom)
The Professor was still sitting up in bed, his eyes closed but his mind still active with thought. For a moment, he considered everything that had happened within the last few weeks. He thought about Jean, mostly. His thoughts seemed to focus on the student who had become much like a daughter to him. She had been so young, and it all seemed so unfair. Scott and Jean had deserved happiness and a long life together. Instead they had been torn apart by death. It was wrong.
For a second, the Professor's thoughts fell on a fact that he seemed to push back and try to forget.
Maybe she was alive.
It had been a last grasp of hope that had sent Xavier to cerebro the day after Jean had died. He had never expected to find the slightest hint of Jean's psychic residue in Alkali Lake. But he had. Xavier remembered perfectly just how shaken he had been by the find. But after going to the lake time after time, he had found nothing. No Jean- not even a body. After a week, he had concluded that the traces of Jean's psychic energy must have been an after effect of the massive amount she had used to save them and hold off the water for so long.
It must have been that, he told himself. But what if he was wrong and Scott had been right?
Suddenly chill, the Professor pulled his covers up around his thin body. He was unsure what to do and that uncertainty bothered him greatly. In a minute, he had made a decision. Surely, he thought, Scott would leave no stone unturned in his search for Jean. If he found even the slightest clue that she was alive, Xavier thought, he'd send all the Xmen to investigate. Otherwise, he'd simply continue to do his own research and keep it secret from the others- at least for a little while.
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hehe this chappy was fun and o-so-interesting! Hmmm...... So... what does Emma want with our favorite Pyro? After the dream, will Jean realize that Jason's the bastard he really is? And what's Scott going to do? Oh- and what's up with the psychic residue crap?? Hmmmm. the next chappy should be interesting
Btw- I'm so sorry for not having Wolvie in this chapter. I think I have blasphemed. *shame*. He'll be back next chappy. Promise! *off to do penance*
Reviewers!: You're the coolest!
*Evie*-Thanks. hehe. I'm touched by your kind review
*Maria*- Thanks muchly, my evil friend. I feel honored that the good writer gives me such a nice review. Suspense is my thing, so I cannot reveal the secrets of the story. Tho i can in RL if you want so much.
*Eadha Ohn *- ^_^ hehehe. *goes to get a pacifier for the screaming-spoilt-brat-from hell reviewer* A meanie, I am. hehe. Thanks for the review.
*DiamondLover*- Thanks. I was thinking of u and all Scott lovers when I did this chappy. Hope it pleases ya!
*Imogen262*- Thanx thanx! And no worries- I only saw the movie 2 times too. *hoping that rabid xmen fans won't attack me after learning that fact*.
Be well everyone, ~Wicked
