A/N: Ah *ahem* yes well one of my friends was kind enough to point out my stupidity in this story…somewhere along the line Sabere wound up w/ telepathy that she wasn't supposed to have. Ignore that. When I finish I'll fix it but now her telepathy disappears. I fixed one chapter but there's the incident w/ Kurt on the roof that will just have to stay for now. Ooops…yeah my mind has shut down for the summer so sorry about screwups like that. Anyway this chapter is bloody short but I'll get another up tonite. I hope.
A warm stream of air flowed down to the edge of the lake, melting away a strip of bare ground beneath the snow. Down this path came six companions, one in a wheelchair. Storm led the way, guiding the air current through the snow and creating a path for Xavier. The others walked alongside, studying the gloomy surroundings for any sign of Jean. The only noise was the gentle lapping of the lake, and Sabere began to wonder if they had come here for nothing.
Xavier shook his head. "I can't sense – "
"Shh - " Logan hissed, holding up a hand and staring intently into the lake. Sabere started to protest, but then she heard it too – a low rumbling in the middle of the reservoir. They all watched as a glowing, boiling white area spread in the water. The rest of the lake was unchanged, but the brilliant roil was rolling as fiercely as a waterfall, and was now shining too brightly to look at.
The group shielded their eyes as a radiant form rose out of the chaos. When Sabere was finally able to raise her eyes to the apparition, she was barely able to make out the form of a woman, arms raised, within the glow.
"She is needed. I release her to you."
The glow seemed to form a bird shape, wings spread, then shone again so brightly that they had to look away again.
When their eyes finally recovered, they saw a red-haired woman standing on the shore, smiling. Scott stared in shock.
"Jean?"