It's A Twist of Fate...Totally Revamped!

Yeah so, I've done some revising on this story. Alot of the content in the chapter is the same, however I've changed things around a little bit, I've revisioned it. Each chapter has been revised and in a few chaptersI even added new scenes, to the story to make it fill better. I fixed a few time gaps and made it all flow better. It took me some time, but this definitely works better, I believe.

Also, I'm still working on a Jott/LoRo/Romy fic, but I've had a lack of muse for it lately, so I looked back on my older fics and this one I just had to change a little bit. I definitely believe this is a better version, and I would encourage you to read it, even if you've read it before, I'd ask you to kindly read it again.

So without further ado,

Please continue to read this, every chapter has been changed so if you could, please try and read the entire thing,and please drop a review by and let me know what you think. I re-read this and I definitely think it flows sooo much better...Please be gracious and drop by and let me know your thoughts!

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PhoenixPhreak

A TWIST OF FATE

Chapter One

"Good morning New York, this is KC your DJ comin' at ya live from the Big Apple. Currently it's 64 degrees out there in NYC not to cold not to hot it's just perfect for those of you…"

Jean turned around and telekinetically pushed the sleep button on the radio alarm. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, than sat up on her bed and stretched.

"It's about time you woke up sleeping beauty." A voice said from across the room.

Jean looked up as Warren entered. She noticed he was wearing a suit with the jacket hanging over his shoulder.

"What time is it?"

"Seven-Thirty." Warren replied coming towards her to give her a peck on the cheek.

"What time did you get up?" She mumbled tiredly.

"Seven. I have to be in the office around Eight today."

Warren replied as he walked toward his closet and stopped by the mirror to straighten his tie.

"That early?" Jean asked getting up from the bed.

"Unfortunately yes, some sort of business deal or something. You know, they'd hate to have to negotiate without me present."

Jean nodded as she started to walk towards the bathroom.

"Hey I got something for you." Warren said as he grabbed something out of his closet.

She stopped in mid-walk and turned to face him as he handed her a large flat white box.

She stared at it for a minute, as she took it from his grasp. "What is it?"

"Just open it." Warren said flashing her his boyish smile.

Jean looked up at Warren mischievously, than down at the box as she opened it.

She stared at the contents inside. "Oh! Warren this is beautiful! Thank you."

She pulled out the black dress, and caught a glimpse of the tag. It said 'Christian Dior'.

"Your welcome Jean." He smiled at her obvious glee. " Hey! Why don't you wear it do dinner tonight?" He added.

"Dinner?" She asked him quizzingly. She didn't remember them discussing going out to dinner tonight.

"Yeah just the two of us. I made reservations at 'Pierre's."

That was the local French Eatery; similar to an Olive Garden but Jean would say it was even more prestigious than that. It was a quiet restaurant, founded by a Frenchman named Pierre'. He moved to the United States in the '40's and he wanted a quiet, romantic restaurant to take his wife too. Somewhere like where they would go to eat back in their native France. Since no such thing existed in the city at the time, he created it. It was now more commonly known as a restaurant where the well to do, the wealthy, dined.

She thought for a second, than nodded. "Okay, I'll wear it."

"Good and I should be home by…five…" He estimated, "So we'll leave at seven."

Warren threw on his suit jacket and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, I got to go. Love ya hon."

Jean watched as he left. She thought she heard his cellphone go off. He sure was one busy guy.

But than again, she knew Worthington Enterprises couldn't run itself. And with Warren in the position as CEO and Founder's Son, therefore heir to the enterprise, she understood. Yet still, she couldn't even remember the last time he hadn't left early and come home late. Most of the time, she was by herself.

She looked around the huge apartment they shared. It got very lonely at times.

Of course she held down a job. She was a model. She modeled mostly clothes but she had been in Victoria's Secret a couple of times, and various other magazines whenever the demand arose.

The good thing about her job, was that she didn't work on Thursdays and weekends. Well that was what she wanted anyway, but some weekends she did get called in on emergencies.

She was still enrolled in college and of course living with Warren meant she didn't need the money to pay the rent, but working had an effect on her…sometimes it helped her to just put the past behind her and move on, to forget it all.

A couple of years ago, after graduation Bayville Highschool, she had been accepted to New York University along with Kitty and Rogue.

That is where she had ran into Warren. She knew of him, of course, like all the X-men did. They had worked missions with him before. She thought he was cute, but nothing else.

At the time she was seeing someone else, Scott Summers. He was her best friend actually. He had helped her through some hard times and she he. But at the time of her college acceptance, things had become different and very difficult for her to live with.

Scott had decided upon staying at the Mansion instead of going off to college like most members of the graduation X-men. As far as she knew, to this very day, he was still there.

She still kept in touch with Ororo. She was her best girlfriend. And of course living in the same city as Rogue and Kitty she was in almost constant touch with both. Rogue and Kitty shared a dorm on the college grounds. Jean, herself, was a class ahead of them so she rarely ever saw the two during classes, but she did see them afterwards. They'd catch a bite to eat or just sit down to catch up over steamed java. Nothing too big, all three women had lives and jobs, so they met up only when could fit the time in.

She had met Warren when he worked with the X-men, but he didn't want to join the team. She was disappointed along with everyone pretty much, but Warren had shown in interest in seeing her again, and getting to know Jean better.

This was before everything that had happened to her and she was very, contently, happy with Scott. She declined Warren's offer to take her out to dinner, making it clear that she was with Scott. He was pleasant about the whole thing though, understanding her position, but still wanting to maintain their friendship. She agreed and offered to maybe reschedule the dinner for sometime in the future when they met up again.

It was a couple years until she saw Warren again. She had come into the city with Kitty and Rogue to begin college courses. She ran into Warren at the local Starbucks during intermission of classes. They sat down, caught up on the past couple of years, and noticing how distressed she seemed, he reminded her of the dinner date she had yet to take him up on.

She found him cute, charming, and his beautiful blue eyes mesmerized her. She needed something good in her life, something exciting, something so totally different from Scott. So she accepted and they went out to dinner the next night.

Somehow Scott had heard about her run in with Warren and that they were meeting up for dinner. She knew how Scott felt about that. He still cared about her. But nevertheless, she continued to accept Warren's dinner invitations.

It was strictly platonic, two friends meeting up for dinner. She needed a friend, someone to talk to. Warren was sympathetic and understanding. Just what she needed. In the ways that counted he reminded her so much of Scott, but he wasn't Scott, he was different from Scott, and she liked knowing that. She felt good knowing that Warren wasn't her rebound guy. That maybe he really was something special. And he treated her so good, like a princess.

About a month after, they had started dating. And a couple months after that, Warren had asked her to move in with him. She accepted immeadiately, but she heard from Kitty that Scott was heartbroken about it.

Maybe in a way, she had been too, but at that time, what Scott felt didn't matter to her. It had all made sense back then, but she hated to dwell on that period of her life now. She liked to believe that she had grown passed all that with Warren's help.

Warren. Dinner. Tonight.

She sighed as she dropped her dress on the bed, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

The driver of the limo stepped on the brakes as the car stopped by the entrance to Pierre's Restaurant. Underneath the neon sign it read that the restaurant liked to pride itself on Delicate French Dining. In other words, Jean knew that meant, Quiet and Romantic.

Warren stepped out of the car and opened the door for Jean. Warren told the driver that he could park the car and get something to eat as well. The driver nodded as the limo sped away.

Warren smiled and put out his arm and Jean held onto it as they walked up to the entrance.

The restaurant was bustling with crowds of richly dressed people.

The couple walked up to the receptionist. He was short and mostly bald. He was wearing a red vest, with a gray shirt underneath. He looked so out of place working in a restaurant such as this. No black tie tuxedo, no thin French curled mustache. He also seemed very unenthusiastic as he asked, "May I help you?"

"Table for two under Worthington." Warren answered flashing his million-dollar smile.

The receptionist looked up at Warren than down at his book.

"Worthington you said, hmm…"

There was a short pause as he looked over his book and recited off names. "Wagoner, Woolrey, Worden, Uh, here it is, Worthington."

He put his finger on the name, than crossed it out with a pen.

"Follow me, sir." He got off his stool and grabbed two menus, leading them into the dining room.

"Here's your table sir," He said setting down the menus. "If you need anything the waiters will attend to you."

The man sounded drained, as if these were recited words, and Warren was sure they were, part of the job description perhaps, and he was also sure the man had been reciting them all night.

Warren nodded and the man spun around and headed wearily back to the booth.

He pulled out a seat for Jean and than sat down himself, on the other side of the small round table.

Jean smiled and glanced around the dimly lit, quite area. Burning candles lined the walls and each table had one candle slowly burning, with a vase of two roses.

"This is nice Warren. It's wonderful, I …" Jean smiled as a cute, tanned Latino set down two wine glasses on the table and filled them with a Merlot of some sort, whatever was in his wine bottle.

"Thank you." She said as the Latino moved the filled glasses to set one next to her and than Warren. She watched as he smiled in acknowledgment and left.

"Jean, Um, in case you're wondering, I did ask you to dinner tonight for a reason." Warren started.

"Actually, I uh, have something I want to ask you." He said grasping Jean's hand from across the table.

Jean was surprised at his suddenness, but not alarmed. She shrugged slightly.

"Sure Warren, anything."

"Okay. Well, I've been thinking for quite some time that we've been together for a while now. And I've come to realize that I really like coming home to see you there. We have a lot of fun together. You light up my life, you've made me want to live, more than anyone ever has. Everyday, I love waking up to see you. Jean, you're the best thing in my life, I can't picture my life without you in it. I love you more than anything."

Warren pulled out a small velvet case. He held it out across the table from Jean. He opened the lid, and held it out toward her.

"Will you marry me?"

Jean was speechless. She hadn't expected him to propose to her, but than again that would explain a lot of why he had seemed nervous lately, on edge.

"Oh my god…" She trailed off quietly. Now she was surprised. "Warren I…" She really truly didn't know what to say.

Was she ready for this? Of course not. Definitely not. She had fun with him too, she loved Warren, but unlike him, she hadn't been considering marriage. The thought hadn't even really occurred to her.

But she knew why. She also knew that there were some things in her past that she hadn't told Warren. He knew from the get go what had transpired between Scott and her. When they first ran into each other, she was so distressed, she needed to talk to someone and he was there. She had told him everything of what made her runaway, of what made her want to get away. From the mansion, her life as an X-men and most importantly, what made her want to get away from Scott.

It wasn't an easy story to say the absolute least, but Warren understood her, he got it, and he still wanted to see her afterwards. And now, at this very moment, he wanted to be with her, tomorrow, next month, the rest of his life, forever. She just wasn't sure if she was ready to make that commitment.

Warren knew all about her past, at least so he thought. But she hadn't told him everything. She told him what happened to her, but she hadn't told him all the details. She supposed if he knew now what she had never told him, he'd understand her hesitance to run for the alter.

So why didn't she tell him? She wasn't quite sure. Scott was her first everything, that much she knew, and so did Warren, he knew what she had experienced with Scott. But what he didn't know was that by everything she meant everything.

She sighed as her heart raced in her chest and rapidly moving thoughts rushed through her mind.

He wanted this very much. She didn't even have to be a telepath and read his mind to know that. She could tell just by looking into his deep blue eyes. He loved her, she was very sure of his love, he treated her well, that she had already established, she had fun with him, he was different than anyone she had been with before, and although some of his qualities reminded her of her Ex, he wasn't Scott, and just by saying Yes, that didn't mean that what happened in her past relationship would happen with Warren.

So they would be engaged. There was no rule that said they had to marry right away.

She only had two semesters left before she completed college. She was sure Warren would wait for her, he would wait a couple more years before they officially christened Miss Grey to Mrs. Worthington.

Jean knew that if she said No, she'd be breaking Warren's heart, and maybe hers as well. In addition, afterwards things could get tense between them, and she didn't want that. She didn't need that; she got away from all that. She couldn't do that, not to Warren and especially to herself. She couldn't experience anymore pain.

But if she said yes, She'd be spending the rest of her life with Warren. And even that thought surprised her. What was wrong with that? Obviously something was for her to even think that. What would be so wrong with spending her life with Warren?

Nothing.

She broke out into a small broad smile as tears glistened her jade eyes. She bit her bottom lip as she suppressed all the emotions that ran through her and managed to give him her answer.

"Yes, Warren, I'll marry you." She said the joy of the moment suddenly overwhelming her and she smiled ecstatically as she leaned over to kiss him.

The tears fell from her eyes than, and her voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "I'll marry you." She repeated amongst glad tears.

Somewhere inside of her, she felt a panging stab of guilt. What did she have to be guilty about? That had been a long time ago. They were young and foolish, but so much in love, and that right there, was their downfall. She had to get Scott out of her life now. She needed to.

Jean drew back as Warren took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger.

"Now it's official." He said looking up at her, eyes glimmering with his emotion.

He joyously picked up his previously untouched wineglass. "To the future, Mrs. Worthington."

He toasted them as their glasses 'clinked'.

Warren said something to her than, but his voice faded as Jean's thoughts raced.

Engaged to Warren, Wow, she'd be Jean Grey-Worthington.

Her mood fell. She didn't know why, the name had a certain 'click' to it. But as the named raced over and over in her mind, it just didn't sound right.

Not as right as Jean Grey-Summers had. Yeah, that was why. Maybe she wasn't as over with it as she thought she was. She had to move past it though, she had to, she had no choice. That was years ago, back before-

Jean cut her stream of thoughts short. She couldn't think about that. She didn't need to. As long ago as that was, it was still painful for her to bear.

That didn't matter anymore. As far as she was concerned it was a different lifetime and maybe it had mattered than, but this is what she chose now, a lifetime with Warren, that's what she wanted.

She loved Warren and this is where her life with him begins. She finally convinced herself.

"What do you think Jean? Jean?" Warren's voice interrupted Jean's thoughts.

She snapped back to reality. "Huh? Um, sorry, I was caught up in my thoughts. Wh-What did you say?"

"I said I was thinking, if it was alright with you, that it would be great if we could get married at the institute."

"The institute? Uh, X-Xavier's institute?" Jean stammered slightly, not expecting to hear that.

Warren smiled at his bride to be, she was so happy she was overwhelmed.

He chuckled. "Yes that institute."

"Any, uh, particular reason?" She asked.

"Well…" He started.

"I know a lot of your friends are living there. And I was thinking you would like to share the day with those you love."

She shook her head slowly. "Warren…I…You know about my history there…You know that--"

He nodded. "—Yeah I know. But what better way that to put the past and the pain behind you than to start anew at the very place it happened?"

He leaned across the table to talk quietly to her. He grasped her hand once again and his eyes met hers, and she could see the deep care in them.

"Look, Jean, we won't do it if you don't want to. That's fine with me. I don't care where we marry, as long as I'm marrying you. But in this case, I thought it would be best for you, for us, to start our life that way. I know you love your friends, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for Charles Xavier, and I would like it if he could be there as well. I know you want that too."

"Of course I do. But Scott--"

"What about him? That's in the past."

"I know. But I still care about him."

"Okay, and I'm sure he cares about you. He'd want nothing more than to see you happy, sweetheart."

She sighed, letting his words calm her nerves. "You're right, Warren. I don't have anything to be worried about. I mean it's not like we're marrying tomorrow."

He smiled. "No we're not. As far as setting a date is concerned, whenever you're ready."

She nodded and couldn't help but feel touched. He was so considerate of her and her feelings.

"I guess it would save money and I know the professor will help out budget wise. And I would love to have everyone there. So… Yeah. Okay. That's where we'll plan to have our wedding." She smiled.

He smiled back. "Jean, I'm so happy right now."

She nodded. "I know."

"Well I guess it's all settled than, huh? We'll just ah…we'll wait until after you finish college to plan further and we'll hold the wedding at the institute." He clarified.

She just nodded.

He took his hand away from hers and leaned back into his chair.

He sighed, as he opened the menu. "Well I suppose we should order now, huh? I'm starving." He said looking over the contents of the folder.

Jean smiled contently; it was good to see him so happy.

She did the same and picked up her menu and held it towards her tear-ridden face.

Out of view from Warren, she wiped away her tears.

She was so overwhelmed with emotions right now that she wasn't quite sure whether her tears were those of joy… or tears of sadness.

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