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- "Jean ?" Logan asked, worried by the fact that she suddenly collapsed in his arms.

- "I sedated her mentally Logan, I didn't have a choice" said Professor Xavier, entering the room and approaching them.

The living-room was a disaster: the windows were shattered, knick-knack broken on the floor, the television had imploded, the outlets were sputtering, and the furniture was knocked over.

- "Nobody's hurt?" asked Charles, looking around at his pupils.

The students, most of them rising to their feet again or coming back from the adjacent room where they had taken refuge, shook theirs heads. All of them wore stunned expressions, shocked by the news about Scott, and by Jean's breakdown. Some of them were crying silently, the others comforting their friends although they didn't seem to be in any better emotional state.

- "Professor¡­Mr. Summers, he's¡­"

- "Yes, I know Kitty, I know¡­" answered Charles in a defeated voice, placing a comforting hand on the young mutant's shoulder on the cheeks of the powerful telepath, were the traces of the tears he hadn't achieved to hold back.

Professor Xavier had just received a phone-call from the authorities and was making his way towards the living-room to break this horrible news when he had felt the emotional upheaval from the staff and students. Hearing Jean's heartbreaking cries, he had quickly determined the reason¡­the official who had called him had let him know that the tv-news would be broadcasting some amateur video of the crash. Using his telepathy, Charles had seen the scene through one of his pupil's eyes, he had seen Jean's reaction and the unconscious destructive effects of her powers. He had realized she was no longer in control so he had to act.

Charles looked at Jean. Her face ravaged by tears, unconscious, the young woman was held by Wolverine, who himself hadn't been able to hold back two teardrops which slowly made their way down his cheeks.

- "I'll take her up to their¡­to her bedroom" Logan said, lifting Jean as if she weighed nothing.

The Professor nodded silently, but didn't follow. Logan understood that Charles probably wished to talk to the students, and made his way towards the hall and slowly climbed the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

He couldn't believe it. It must be a mistake¡­maybe Cyclops hadn't taken that flight. Maybe¡­But Logan knew that wasn't the case; Scott would never have been so late without so much as a phone-call, he was too concerned about the others, he cared too much about Jean¡­and she had been acting strangely all afternoon, as if she had felt that something had happened, almost like she had known...

Once in her room, Logan gently laid her down on the bed and sighed sadly. As he was about to pull up the sheet to cover her shoulders, his gaze fell on a picture frame placed on one of the bedside tables; it was a photo of Scott and Jean, both smiling, which Ororo had taken when they weren't expecting it. The love and devotion that bonded them were clearly evident, even if Cyclops' eyes were masked by his ever-present ruby-quartz sunglasses.

Wolverine sadly shook his head and ended to pull up the covers when his hyper-developed hearing detected someone approaching.

©¤ ¡­Jean began to slowly regain consciousness, her thoughts confused¡­©¤

- "The Professor just informed me about what happened¡­it's awful, I can't believe it¡­ ¡­"

©¤¡­It was Ororo's voice, but not the calm tone one usually associated with her, no, this one seemed broken ¡­©¤

- " ...But there's no question, Charles received a phone call¡­Scott was on the passengers-list and had definitely boarded the flight."

- "I was¡­"

©¤¡­Another voice, Logan's this time, answered Storm; but Jean was no longer listening. Ororo's words had acted like an electroshock. Something awful has happened? 'Scott', 'passengers-list'..?¡­No !¡­ ©¤

Jean had just slightly startled in her half-consciousness, but nobody noticed it.

©¤¡­ Suddenly, everything came back to her mind with a terrible violence: the sudden emptiness, the absence of Scott's presence in her mind, then the TV news, the plane crash, no survivors¡­No¡­it couldn't be true¡­he had to be alive¡­she just had to contact him and he'd answer her¡­

Somewhere, she knew that there was no chance, but she had to try, she needed to ¡­©¤

Scott ?¡­Scott ?¡­Please answer me Scott ! she tried to send through their bond.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Scott who answered her, but Professor Xavier. Concerned about Jean's emotional state, he had focused on the happenings in her room and had heard her telepathic call. Usually, he wasn't able to perceive what was exchanged by this so particular bond which linked his two first students, but this time he heard it and it was with a deep sadness that he answered¡­ He's gone Jean, I'm sorry.

©¤ ¡­No ! this doesn't mean anything! He might only have trouble contacting her ! He¡­©¤

- "No, Scott !" she suddenly cried, startling Logan and Ororo who hadn't expected her to come round so soon.

- "Jean," they tried to calm her, but she didn't give them a chance to continue.

- "Scott! He needs me! I have to go and help him!" she said and started to climb out of the bed.

She seemed panicked and disoriented. Not knowing what else to do, Logan and Storm refused to allow her to leave the bed.

- "Jean, no, it's over¡­"

The young woman was now half-sitting in the bed, struggling to free herself from their hold.

- "You don't understand! I have to help him! He¡­"

- "He's dead Jean, Scott is dead¡­" Logan stated, understanding that he had to tell it to her despite the torture of having to face her suffering gaze.

- "No, he's not!"

- "He's dead" he repeated more softly.

The tears, uncontrollable, started again to fall down on Jean's face. Her face distraught, shaking slowly her head, she started to quiver and her arms gave out, letting her collapse on the bed.

- "No !!! No¡­ !! No¡­. ! ¡­ it's not possible¡­ he can't¡­!¡­he¡­Scott¡­no¡­"

Ororo, seeing her best friend curled up on herself ¨Cclinging in her distress to Scott's pillow, holding it to her face so that she could smell his appeasing scent¨C started to cry and made a move toward the bed. Logan tried to prevent her by putting his hand on her shoulder, but Storm, who had seen the damages which Jean's powers had caused in the living-room, understood immediately what was worrying him:

- "It's ok, the Professor blocked her telekinesis."

Wolverine let her move closer and the Weather Witch sat on the edge of Jean's bed, running her fingers through her friend's hair.

- "I'm sorry Jean, I'm sorry¡­We're here, we going to take care of you¡­"

But it was as if she didn't hear them, it was as if she was barely aware of their presence. She had plunged in an endless abyss; she had never felt so sick in her entire life; it was like if thousands knives had stabbed her at the same time, like if someone had yanked her heart out of her chest while it was still beating, like if a part of her had just disappeared. She was sobbing so violently that she could hardly breathe. Her body was wracked by tremors, and she didn't have the strength to keep from shaking.

She didn't know how much time she spent crying, probably many long minutes ¨Cmaybe hours¨C Finally, exhausted, she fell asleep, still hugging the pillow, her body shuddering occasionally from the violence of this really emotional cataclysm.

To be continued¡­.

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