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Professor Xavier, despite the shock of losing the young man he considered as his son, had asked the officials if they had any additional information on the crash of the flight TCA2413, which had resulted in the deaths of 50 people. There were no details other than what had been broadcasted by the media - the cause of the crash couldn't be determined because of the lack of the two black boxes. Moreover, of the two amateur videographers who had filmed the crash by chance, neither captured the entire event, they had been unable to film the entire duration of the crash as the impact zone was out of their view-angle.

The pilots seemed to have achieved an uncalled-for emergency landing, although violent, but a fire broke out almost immediately in the engines which caused a massive explosion, preventing any survivors to escape the plane. The fact that the fire had spread so quickly, according to the experts, indicated fractures in the fuselage that allowed air to enter and feed the fire. The fire, fed by the ¾-full fuel reservoirs, took hours to extinguish; and the intense heat of the inferno had unfortunately acted like an incinerator, burning the bodies of the victims and reducing them to charred remains.

At the Institute, as in many households across the country, all was silent like if mourning had seized the building.

- "Jean, say something, please, talk to me, look at me" Ororo begged for the umpteenth time.

The Weather Witch had shadows under her eyes and was trying to reach her friend, where Logan and Professor Xavier had failed.

Jean had barely moved since she had collapsed from exhaustion. She was buried under the covers, shivering despite the high temperatures of this mid July's.

She was awake but remained still, staring into space. She was aware of her friend's concern but she couldn't bring herself to respond to her pleas; it was as if she was afraid that reacting would mean she would have to accept reality, to admit the truth. Time had stopped and her nausea had almost subsided, they were still here, but with less intensity.

Storm tried again after catching a glimpse of the meal-trays her best friend hadn't touched, only the glass of water seemed to have been partially emptied.

- "You have to eat, Jean. It's been more than two days, you need to eat."

Jean didn't react, but shut her eyes, setting free news tears which led to more. More than two days, almost three since Scott was de…since she had learned she'd never see him again, never ever again.

Seeing that they won't obtain anything more and feeling that Jean was falling asleep again, Ororo rose again, sighed and said some words to her friend before leaving the room. All the students, at least for the most part of them, were already in their bedrooms and, as a matter of fact, the two instructors and the Professor Xavier were about to do so.

On Friday morning, four days after the tragedy, Hank, Ororo and Logan were gathered together in the Professor's office and had left Bobby and Rogue to keep an eye on the youngest students. Most of them have yet taken their breakfast and were gathered together in the living room –repaired since the havoc it had undergone. Almost all of them have gotten back their colours, but remained relatively in their corners, without making any superfluous noise, not a day like this one, not the day of the memorial service of one of their professors, of the X-Men's leader.

- "When Alex's gonna arrive ?" asked Logan by chewing a sort of toothpick which he took out of his mouth before throwing it in the waste paper basket with dexterity.

- "In two hours, they are on an 11.30 flight, I will count on you to go and fetch him and his girlfriend" answered the Professor by turning his head toward the three of them.

- "Of course we will" confirmed Ororo before tackling a more personal question: "And otherwise, how did he look ?"

- "Always as much shocked, but he seemed to hold out"

- "Yeah, well, but he's a Summers" said Logan as if it was an evidence.

Hank and Ororo gave to him a questioning look, Charles seemed to grasp the insinuation but let Wolverine express it:

- "One-eye, well Scott, knew how to hide his emotions "

The two mutants nodded with a shake of the head.

- "And Jean ?" asked Charles "How is she ?"

- "Always the same; although this morning I've had the good surprise to see she has touched the meal-tray I had left with her last night" declared Ororo.

- "Did she eat or only touched the food ? cos' there's a damn difference" made noticed Logan.

- "We'll said she hasn't a lot of things in her stomach but it's better than nothing. Otherwise, she spends her time crying and sleeping."

- "No wonder : crying allows her to let out her pain, and sleep helps her to run away from it" said the mutant with blue fur "And for the ceremony ? How did she take the news ?"

Having no body to bury like it was the case for the families of the fourteen-nine others victims of the plane crash which had cost Scott's life, no real funeral will be organised. What's the good of burying only an empty coffin ? It'll be the creation of a memorial and not of a tomb, but the result would be the same.

- "It's I who have announced it to her" answered the Professor in a deep voice, running his fingers down his face.

- "And…?"

- "In your opinion ?" he enquired without any hardness in his voice.

- "…"

- "I asked her where she wished that we raise the memorial" he declared "She wants this to take place at the far end of the park, in the clearing where she and Scott liked to have time alone by themselves"

Storm seemed surprised by the revelation:

- "She talked to you ?"

The Professor shook his head:

- "Not exactly…We will say that she made me understand it" he answered by tapping his temple tightly. "Ororo, I know you keep on thinking it's too soon for that ceremony, but to push it back would still change nothing, this would only delay this difficult moment and wouldn't help her, nor us or the students. So it will take place today at 2 p.m., I count on all of you to make the preparations"

- "This will be" approved Hank before starting to leave the place.

Storm followed him, shaking slowly her head:

- "Scott and Jean were so close that sometimes we seemed to be dealing with the same soul it's the love of her life Jean has just lost and when I think that no one member of her family intends to come or at least speak to her…"

- "You well know that they don't considerate her anymore like their daughter since years because of her mutation" said Hank whose voice ended to fade after they've turned at the next corridor's angle.

Logan hadn't left and approached the Professor:

- "And how are ya holdin' out Charles?" he asked in a concerned voice.

Even he was suffered by Scott's death, but so many years have seen so many close people go away that he knew how to cope with this kind of pain to stay operational.

- "I have to Logan, I have to" answered the powerful telepath.

Understanding that he hasn't the will to say more, Wolverine slowly nodded his head before leaving at his turn the office.

To be continued….

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