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In the first place, and despite her violent headache, she concentrated and scanned the Institute with her telepathy to make sure that everybody was in the dinning room, masking her inspection from the Professor. Once sure that nobody finish eating before some twenty minutes, she rose, slipped on her slippers, waited some instants to make sure not to be taken by nausea stronger than the ones which were already assailing her, and went out toward the subbasement.

Jean quickly entered the infirmary, painfully scanned the area again, prepared the equipment and settled on one of the examination table, the screen turned toward her. She rolled up her tee-shirt, applied the gel on her abdomen and stopped moving to release a deep sigh. She was scared of what she was about to undercover, but if she wanted to be clear in her mind she had to do it now.

Resolved, Jean tuned the equipment and switched it on before placing the probe on her belly. Even before seeing it making its appearance on the screen, she heard it…this little quick sound, her baby's heartbeats. What she felt at this time was inexpressible. The embryo was only a little more than an inch long and still had only its primitive stadium shape's of its formation, but it was alive, and her doctor statute allowed her to make sure it was fine and to confirm she must be a little more than two months and half pregnant.

She stayed a while her eyes riveted on this little being. She should be delighted and she was, but nevertheless she was crying, she was crying, relieved to see her pregnancy hadn't suffered as a result of her alcohol consummation, but also for having to live this moment alone whereas she had always dreamed to share it with Scott…she missed him so much. Jean came out from her painful thoughts by a sound coming from the corridor. She had lost track of time ! Quickly, she switched off the equipment, wiped the gel from her abdomen and replaced all the equipment. Then, she grabbed a medicine box for her headache in the pharmacy and was about to go out when Hank came into the office.

- "Jean ? What are you doing here ?" he wondered, surprised.

Like she used to do since the drama, the young woman didn't really lift her eyes at him.

- "…I came to take a box of Efferalgan…" she answered by showing it to him.

Why can't she only say the truth ? She had not even been able to do it with her best friend this very morning; she couldn't resolve herself to do it.

- "Oh" made Beast before noticing she had cried.

Sorry to see her in such a sorrow, but knowing that things wouldn't turn out all right soon, he pulled out a packet of Kleenex from his pocket and gave her one. Jean accepted it and slowly wiped her cheeks; then –still under the emotion of her first scan– she went out in silence toward her bedroom and passed nobody else.

Three more weeks melted away, three more weeks during which the life slowly resumed its course at the Xavier's Institute, the students began again to make a din and the professors to call them to order. A new student had arrived, he was 12 years old and was named Bryan. The power engendered by his mutation has not yet been clearly defined, but he seemed to be able to have visions of the past, the future, or even simply flashes of events which were unrolling without he was directly witnessing it. Be that as it may, Bryan had been really well welcomed by the others students and became quickly integrated to the group. The lessons were assured and had resumed their usual rhythm –the homework too for the young mutants' biggest desolation– but it was nothing compared with the resuming of the danger room sessions' assured by Wolverine…

Since sometime, Doctor Grey didn't stay cloistered in her bedroom anymore and spent most of her days in the park or the living room, sat in one of the armchairs near of the windows, staying lost in her thoughts with an empty glance, or dozing, researching the company without really wanting it, preferring obviously no to stay alone. When Malicia had asked Professor Xavier how she was, this one had answered that the young woman was recovering very slowly but that this would be long and that the fact that she agreed again to eat reassured him. Despite it, it was obvious Jean had her heart broken, she nearly didn't speak, didn't smile, didn't lift her eyes towards anybody anymore. She seemed to be with them and somewhere else at the same time, she could stay for hours in the same place without paying attention to the motions or the talks of the people who were in the same room than her. Contrary to the others professors and friends of Jean, the students had never seen her burst in tears again since the day of Scott's death, but it wasn't rare to see tears flowing silently down the telepath's cheeks, and if she left the room to be alone, this didn't fool them. She still couldn't have bring herself to remove Scott's things and had left them at their place; no one of her friends made a comment on this subject. For the moment she needed to leave his things alone, she'd remove them when she was ready.

Logan was walking through the Institute's corridors to make sure no one student was up to no good; the day before the holidays they always had been inclined to put their discipline aside. Having said that, this time, he didn't have to reprimand anybody except to ask Kurt to stop scaring Kitty by teleportating himself willingly at the most unexpected moments, or to Evan not to 'pin up' his posters on the ceiling anymore that it was the one of his room or anywhere else. Most of the young mutants have already gone to bed, overall after the day Logan had made them spent, and it wouldn't be long before he turned in himself.

As he was climbing down to the ground floor, he passed a Jean still as pale than usual and couldn't help remark:

- "Jean, I really think ya should ask Hank to sound ya, ya didn't look well and this even with the circumstances"

- "…Logan, I'm a doctor, don't forget it…" answered Jean in a faint tone before saying nothing more than the truth "…don't worry, I'm not ill, that'll cease…"

- "Mmmm" mumbled Logan seeming not really convinced, but he had to acknowledge that she was right, she was a doctor and was in a the best position to talk about her state of health "Ya were goin' to bed ?"

Jean nodded without a big conviction, but Wolverine knew how it was difficult for the young woman to return each night to the empty bedroom where she was again in front of Scott's absence. Despite that he wished her a good night and let her resume her way, watching her sadly until he lost sight of her.

Ororo couldn't sleep; it was a full-moon night and this had always had an incidence on her sleep…maybe this was related with the nature of her mutation ? After all, the natural elements were often functioning in relation with the lunar cycles like it was the case with the tides. Storm had never really thought about it because, after all, it was only for a night of each month and never at the same level ; nothing really disabling.

In Jean's bedroom –adjacent to hers– all seemed to be quiet, but Storm knew her friend should be only in a light and tormented slumber tomorrow, Scott would be dead for a month and the Weather Witch was aware that this day will be particularly hard for Jean.

Ororo had heard her get up one hour ago, her friend seemed to have been sick again. Like the other Institute's instructors, she was anxious about the young woman's health; time was passing but Jean was still a mere shadow of herself, talking only rarely, skin deep emotions. At least, since the day she had run away, she was almost eating normally again, but still as much reluctantly, and it was exceptional to see her going round the kitchen overall if a meal was in preparation and this even if the odours were enticing and attracted all the students.

Storm sighed deeply and turned herself in her bed. Despite Wolverine's bedroom was not near hers, some powerful snoring were resonating ; well, the day before, he had had troubles organizing this training session in the open, involving all the Institute's students, and without Cyclops…

It's with these thoughts that Ororo ended up sleeping a wink for some hours.

To be continued….

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