Please, remember that I'm French so I had to translate the whole fic before making correct it (thanks to ET and Double27) and mistakes always goes through.

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I'm happy, I've understood why I couldn't see my fic; here is another part for celebrating it lol

Wen, who doesn't like this new version of the ff.net edition, cos all her make up is destroyed...

No one had failed to notice the change in Jean : she was wearing a permanent smile on her face, her steps were lighter than it had ever been, and she was even humming sometimes under her breath ; in fact, she seemed literally to be glowing from happiness.

But for the young woman's friends or for the students, this wonderful mood must simply be because of Scott's near return, nobody ignoring the deep amorous-links bonding the Professor Xavier's two first students. So, no one had stunned her with questions –and she was delighted about it because heaven knows how much time she could have held on and resisted the desire to announce that she and Scott will have a baby– and, when a remark was made to her, she contented herself by confirming that she was only looking forward to see Scott again.

No one on the plane was calm anymore. Even the hostesses weren't hiding their own panic anymore and seemed to be on the edge of the fit of hysterics. The reasons were obvious: the pilots had lost all control and a crash seemed ineluctable. What was strange, was the fact that, despite the capacity of an aircraft to glide during several kilometres even without reactors, this one seemed literally attracted toward the ground by a strength different than gravity. This reeked of mutant interference, why ?

In any case, whatever was the reason, the plane will crash, the landscape they should have flown over at an altitude of thousands of feet, was coming closer. Despite all the hysterical screams around him, he felt a surprising sense of calm overwhelming him.

I love you Jean he sent through their link, wondering if she would be able to hear it, hoping only that she knew how much he really did.

And with that, at this last thought, he closed his eyes and in an impact the world went black.

Jean had gone out to take advantage of this wonderful day in the park and went up to Logan by seeing that this one was at the base-ball pitch arbitrating a match which had to be without powers.

- "So Red, takin' off ?" he asked her, a cigar on the corner of his mouth, an impassive face, the same she had always knew. "Jamie !! you're not authorized to make a team by yerself !" he grumbled toward a student who had multiplied himself.

- "Yes, I've had had enough of staying enclosed in the infirmary while there is such a good weather outside, and moreover I couldn't concentrate" she said in a radiant voice.

- "Eager of Cyke's return ?"

- "You can't imagine how much…" she smiled widely.

- "Don't be fooled, that's obvious" he answered before grumbling again toward the students : "Roberto ! you're gonna show us yer little charm act another time, get it ?"

- "Let them unwind themselves in their way, they need it, that's the doctor who's speaking" Jean gently defended them "Don't forget that they're children and adolescents before all, they're just asking for a touch of freedom"

She had a strange feeling and looked suddenly straight ahead into space. Her bond with Scott had been growing steadily stronger as he crossed the country back to her; It was only by points of a degree, but Jean could feel it. And now, all of a sudden, an overwhelming feeling of love had seized her before all disappeared.

There were naturals phenomenon that could interfere with their link it would only be that.

- "Red ? Are ya listennin' to me ?" asked Logan seeing that she wasn't reacting at the remark he had just made.

- "Huh ?" she made in an uncertain voice, seeming still confused.

- "Ya've seemed to be elsewhere during a while, you're all right ?"

- "Yes, just a strange feeling…"

- "Troubles with yer telepathy again ?" he asked, having reported all his attention on the young woman.

- "Yes, yes, this must be that" answered Jean mechanically.

- "Maybe ya'd go to rest for a while, you're all pale"

Jean nodded, gave him a reassuring smile and moved quickly away to the Institute front door. Scott's fine, she told herself by climbing up the stairs, you're overreacting. This kind of things happened from time to time, but she couldn't set her mind at ease. Once in their bedroom, she grabbed her cell phone and called the young man, but unfortunately, as expected, she fell on his voice-box and left a message asking him to call her back as soon as possible. Having nothing to do except wait, she went to the library and tried to busy her mind by reading a book, but without real success.

Logan was pacing restlessly around the house, barking out punishments to whoever was unlucky enough to be caught playing the fool. Since Jean had came to see him in the park, and overall since her 'absence' , she was acting differently and seemed obviously preoccupied, all the contrary of the Jean of this very morning. Wolverine didn't like it. He knew the redhead since her coming at the Institute, as she was only a little girl ; he knew her moods, he knew her looks, and he knew that something wasn't right with her. Even Ororo had noticed it and had went to ask him if he knew why her best friend seemed to have suddenly lost her radiant appearance.

In the early evening, Jean being still in her bedroom where she had withdrawn herself some forty minutes before, Wolverine went to fetch her.

- "Jean?" he called through her door. "Don't ya want to come down instead that stayin' here ?"

Jean opened the door and stood before him, frowning slightly:

- "Scott's not home yet, is he? He should be already here."

Logan observed her for an instant. Scott's lateness wasn't the only problem, he was feeling it:

- "No. But Shades'll be back and you're gonna leave for yer date, don't worry" he reassured her "In all way, Nothin' could keep him from ya, that kid's head over heels in love."

Jean smiled meekly at Wolverine's habit to call Scott 'the kid' or to give him all kind of nicknames. He didn't seem to, but Jean knew that Logan liked the young man a lot more that he let show, and the best proof was that he hadn't been reticent for letting him flirt with her as they were just young adolescents, and this despite his particularly protective behavior at this epoch. Jean ended by nodding and accepted to follow him.

They entered in the common room situated no far from the kitchen and were greeted with the voice of the television news presenter achieving to make himself hear despite the commotion reigning in the room..

Kurt was watching the television from his perch, on the back of the couch, absently eating the pretzels from Kitty's bowl who didn't seem to notice it since she was immersed in her magazine. A group of students were helping to lay the table while waiting for the dinner to be ready, while Rogue was flipping through a book she'd been assigned by the Professor.

Without really knowing why, Jean's attention was attracted to the television where a little picture in the corner of the screen portraying a fiery plane crash had just appeared. She became imperceptibly strained by thinking again of the sudden disappearance of the connection with Scott and the fact that he still hadn't called her back. She tried to listen to the presenter's speech, which seemed to have also attracted Logan's attention.

'… the plane, a domestic flight, had over fifty people on board including crew members. The crash happened around 2.30 p.m. in an abandon field once used for…'

This means nothing, they haven't yet given the flight-number, please not let it be his, Jean silently prayed. In the living-room, the din had stopped like if the two Professor's attitude had egged the students to make silence

'The plane has been identified as flight TCA2413, bound for Westchester from Los Angeles. There are no survivors and at this same time the firemen are still trying to extinguish the fire which…'

Jean had just gasped with terror which had attracted concerned and confused glances towards her. No, it couldn't be…TCA2413… it was Scott's flight…

- "No…" she whispered, placing her hand against her mouth, the other over her womb, where at this very moment Scott's child was growing inside her. "No…" she repeated by beginning to back up without even noticing it, refusing to believe what she had just heard, there must have a mistake, he…

- "Jeanie…" Logan placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, he had understood.

She was shocked, and the tears started to stream down her face.

- "No…it's not possible…Scott…he…"

Logan turned the young woman toward him and hugged her as she was threatening to fall. Jean gave in totally into his clutch, all her barriers collapsing, she started to cry hysterically, calling Scott in her distress even if each time she pronounced his name she seemed to sink again more deeply into the despair. Suddenly, she lost control of her telekinesis, the television, the table, the dishes, the sofa, the chairs and the pictures started shaking before being lifted into the air where they circled randomly, crashing into each other, the walls, and windows.

But Jean continued to cry, oblivious to the lost of control of her powers. Logan tried to calm her, but didn't achieve to, she could only focus on one thing : Scott was dead, she would never see him again.

Suddenly, as the living-room was only chaos, the mutant passed out and the floating objects fell to the ground.

To be continued….

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