A/N: Yeah, I know I said it might be a while before the next chapter, but I got hit with inspiration so you're getting this update a couple days early! Also, I knew I wouldn't lose any readers by announcing that Romy was not going to be extremely important, but I felt my readers deserved to know that after I promised it to them.

I want to take an opportunity right now to speak to one of me lovely reviewers. If you are not bocaj, feel free to skip the rest of the "author's notes" and enjoy the new chapter!

Now then bocaj, I would normally respond to you in an email, but you apparently don't have an account at ff.net for me to get your address from. As a result, my only way of speaking to you is through the means I am now taking advantage of so I will respond to your review right here. I agree with your sentiment of "get back to the war!" As I write this story, I often find myself wanting to add an action scene just for the fun of it. However, I have chosen to put more of a focus on relationships and general life at the mansion to stress that these are people. They're not soldiers or superheros. They are real people with real lives and real struggles. I wanted to illustrate that. There are a few battles still to come in the war but they will come when I am ready for them.

Secondly, I'm very aware that this does not deserve it's R rating. My original intent was to have it be more violent and so I expected it to be R. If you read the first few chapters, they are pretty much filled with violence. However, the story has progressed to something that is closer to PG-13 now. There was a point that I considered moving it to the PG-13 area, but I was afraid I would confuse and lose some readers. My intentions are to finish the story in the R area and then move it to PG-13 for good once it is completed.

This fic is rated R for violence, of which there is some. But unlike most R-rated fics, it contains no profanity or sex. Why? Because I am a Christian and I don't believe in using profanity or in promoting wild premarital sex. My apologies if it bothers you that I refuse to lay down in the gutter.

Finally, if anything about this story bugs you, feel free to stop reading. I am by no means forcing you to read my story. I apologize if it hasn't been what you liked or expected, but I happen to really like the direction this story has gone and, ultimately, mine is the only opinion that matters in that area. Should you choose to continue reading, then I welcome your constructive input. Rest assured that battles lie in the near future. But if every chapter were full of constant violence, it would eventually run dry and get quite old.

Despite what it may sound like, I thank you for your review. I appreciate any and all input from my readers and you have been reading "Evolutionary Crisis" longer than most of the other reviewers. Thank you for that. I also apologize for the public nature of this response. As I said, I would have normally sent this to you in an email, but I have no way of finding your address. Whatever you choose to do, I wish you well.

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For the next few days, Jean spent most of her free time alone in her room. When Scott would try to come in and talk to her, she always politely told him to leave claiming she needed to think. Needless to say, Scott was worried. He had no doubt that this had something to do with Logan, but he couldn't quite figure out how.

Logan, on the other hand, was in a much better mood than Scott was. You could never really say he was in a good mood, but he wasn't in a bad mood either. He had the luxury of knowing what Jean's problem was, but he also knew he couldn't control her. He had decided that he would let her make her own decision, whatever it was. And he was confident it would be in his favor this time.

Jean was absolutely tormented by her predicament. Once again, she found herself weighing Scott and Logan against each other. And once again, she found the decision too hard to make. It began to eat away at her. Pretty soon, she got to the point where she only emerged from her room to teach class and eat meals.

It didn't help her stress that the Professor was due to return in 2 days. She wasn't so worried anymore that he wouldn't be returning. She was actually pretty sure he would be back, though they had not received any news from him yet. What worried her now was what the Professor would say if he returned to find her agonizing over Scott and Logan again. It was no secret that the Professor thought she should be with Scott and he had grown fairly upset with her before when she first grappled with this decision. So she was determined to make her final decision before the Professor got back. And this time, it would be her final decision.

The only problem was that she had 48 hours to make a decision she felt like she couldn't have made in a lifetime! She was getting desperate and she needed someone to talk to. But ordinarily she would go to Scott for advice and she obviously couldn't do that this time. She lay on her bed as she considered each resident in the mansion, trying to determine which one she could talk to the easiest and who would give the best advice.

Kurt and Kitty weren't even options since the two of them had both made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with the drama going on in the mansion. There was Rogue, who had become more of a friend since the confinement in the mansion, but they still weren't close enough to have a heart to heart chat about something like this.

That only left Remy, who Jean had become fairly good friends with back in Cuba. Since returning to the mansion though, she had been so caught up with her love triangle that she hadn't spent much time with him. But now she thought of him as the only person she could talk to. And actually, she could see Remy and herself easily having an honest and open conversation about all this. Strange as it may seem, the arrogant Cajun was her best choice for love advice!

So the next day, Jean approached him in the den after his class with Scott had ended. Remy was sprawled across the couch watching TV at the time.

"Hey Remy!"

He turned around to face the redhead coming up behind him.

"Well what do ya know? If it ain't 'Ms. Grey!' How ya doin' cherie?"

Jean sat down on the couch next to him.

"Honestly, not well. Can we talk?"

Remy saw the pain in her eyes and sat up next to her.

"Course we can. How can I help ya?"

Jean took a deep breath to calm her nerves and just started talking.

"You already know about everything that's been going on lately with Scott, Logan, and me. It's driving me crazy, Remy, because I'm in love with both of them but I can only choose one and I don't know who I'm gonna choose but I've been thinking about it constantly for days now and I'm not getting anywhere and I don't know what I'm gonna do!" said Jean rapidly.

Remy stared at her for a moment as he tried to make sense of the jumbled words she had just thrown at him.

"Whoa, slow down there, cherie. Ya askin' for advice or are ya jus' lookin' to vent?"

Tears had already begun to form in Jean's eyes as all of the emotion flooded her. It felt good to be able to talk to someone. She hadn't told anyone exactly how she felt in months and she was ready to get it off her chest.

"If you have any advice, Remy, I'd love to hear it."

"Okay den, cherie, de first t'ing ya gotta do is calm down. Yer drivin' yerself insane."

Jean took a deep breath and composed herself.

"Alright, now ask yerself who ya enjoy spendin' time wit' de most."

"I've been doing that and it doesn't help."

"Den t'ink harder. Ya gotta relax cherie. Jus' take it one step at a time. Who do ya like bein' around de most?"

There was a long silence.

"Scott," she replied. "Logan's nice and all, but he can be difficult to be around sometimes. Scott always makes me feel special when we're together."

"Now ya see, was dat so hard?" asked Remy with a smile.

Jean looked up at him and couldn't help but smile back.

"No, I guess not."

"Okay. Now den, when ya get dressed in de mornin' an' ya put on all dat makeup and fix your hair and such, who are ya t'inkin' 'bout?"

"What?"

"Ya gotta be tryin' ta impress someone wit' de makeup and dose clothes. Everybody's tryin' ta impress someone! So who do ya t'ink about when ya get dressed in de mornin'?"

"I don't know. I guess its Logan. I feel like I don't have to impress Scott as much for him to like me."

"Fair 'nough. Who shows up in yer dreams more often?"

Jean thought for a long while.

"Lately both of them are there. I'll be with Scott in the dream and then he'll suddenly turn into Logan and I'll see Scott standing off to the side watching us and calling my name. Then I look up at Logan and then to Scott. Then I let go of Logan's arm and walk ahead of him and look at both of them standing next to each other, like I'm about to make my decision. But then I wake up and I don't see who I choose in the dream."

"How 'bout before Logan talked to ya a couple days ago? Who did ya dream 'bout las' week?"

Jean stopped and looked at Remy.

"How did you know Logan had talked to me again? I haven't told anybody about that."

He just smiled his most mischievous smile.

"I skipped Scott's class dat afternoon an' heard you two talkin'. An' from what I hear, yer Visor-boy was so caught up wit' talkin' ta de others dat I don' t'ink he even missed me!"

Jean smiled back in surprise. It struck her how gutsy it was to skip a class when there are only 3 other students and you lived in the same house as the students and the teacher!

"You sure you should be telling this to one of your teachers?" she asked teasingly.

"It's not like its some big secret, cherie. Everybody knows I skip every now an' den."

They both shared a little laughter before Remy reminded her of his question.

"So, who is it ya used ta dream 'bout before Logan talked ta ya?"

Jean began trying to think back to her dreams from a week before. She seemed to remember dancing with someone, but who was it? Maybe if she could remember where they had been. She closed her eyes and searched the deepest crevices of her mind. Finally, her eyelids reopened with a jolt and she looked back at Remy.

"It was Scott! We were dancing at our wedding."

"Now we're gettin' somewhere! Okay, one more question. And for dis one, ya gotta close yer eyes and keep 'em closed."

Jean nodded and closed her eyes as she leaned back into the cushions on the couch.

"Okay, now listen to me cherie an' I want ya to imagine everythin' I say, ya understand?"

She nodded and Remy went on.

"Okay, imagine yer in yer room sittin' on yer bed. He walks through de door and silently sits down next to ya."

"Who?" asked Jean.

"He. Him. What he looks like is up to you, cherie. Now be quiet and listen."

Jean nodded an apology and leaned back again.

"Ya both hold each other close and wrap yer arms around one another's bodies. Den he leans in close ta yer face. Yer noses rub against each other slightly. Ya move towards him and yer lips brush against his. Ya reach up an' put yer hand behind his head as his lips reach out for yours. Finally, yer mouths close on each other and ya just hold him close as ya share de kiss between de two of ya. His hands support yer head an' his fingers twist through yer hair. Ya feel more comfortable in his grasp dan ya ever have before. Ya let yourself relax in his arms an' he holds ya up close ta him as his lips finally end de kiss slowly. Afterwards, ya both simply hold each other's bodies close, not wanting de other to leave or be away from ya ever again."

Remy watched Jean's reaction to the scene he had just set up. Over the years, he had learned to read the women around him and figure out what they like. He had a hunch, and was apparently right, that Jean was more of a romantic type of girl who just liked to imagine herself being with the man she loved.

"Alright, now open yer eyes."

Jean slowly opened her eyes and looked back at Remy.

"Now tell me what he looked like."

She didn't have to search her mind or her heart for the answer this time. She knew it immediately.

"It was Scott."

"Den I t'ink we jus' solved de riddle, cherie! Ya prefer ta be around Scott, ya don' feel like ya gotta impress him, ya dream 'bout marryin' him (an' by de way, I don' suggest tellin' him 'bout dat right now), an' ya just imagined him kissin' ya without me directin' ya ta dat conclusion!"

Jean's mouth turned up in a huge grin. She could literally feel the weight lift from her shoulders. She felt free again for the first time in months!

"You're right, I love Scott! I can't believe I ever doubted it. Thank you so much, Remy! I don't know what I would've done without you!"

"It was nothin' cherie. Just doin' what I'm here ta do."

Jean stood up from the couch and stretched her arms over head. It felt so incredible to have the burden removed! Remy stood up as well, sensing that she was about to run off in search of Scott. Jean grabbed his hand and leaned over to kiss Remy's cheek as a friendly thank you, then ran through the door with a wide-mouthed smile crossing her face.

Across the room in the other doorway, Rogue's blood ran cold.