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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He was in this tiny cell for months, or maybe was it only weeks? He hadn't got a clue, his mind had stayed too long confused by tranquillisers which had been administrated to him and, in any case, time didn't matter, not now. Even if he could see again otherwise than in shades of red, he had nothing to watch except for some iron rails and a rudimentary bathroom without mirror…they didn't want him to use it to kill himself, the young man knew it ; any object which he could use in this purpose was not left at his disposition, they had even taken off his shoes in case he could use the laces undiscerningly…

A sound of the door opening made it heard and a feline-like woman with strange blue-skin went to slide a tray through a gap and set out again after having given him a perfidious smile. Scott didn't even look at her, no more did he make a move toward the food. He sighed deeply and shut his eyes. During some seconds, he found again Jean, full of life, like he recalled her, but quickly the reality took over and he lived again the horror of the young woman's death, covered in blood, her face expressing pain and fear, releasing her last breath in his arms before he was being knocked out cold from behind.

Mystique passed in front of some members of the acolytes and rejoined Magneto.

- "So ?" asked Eric.

- "Unchanged" answered the mutant in an enigmatic voice, a thin smile on the lips corner.

- "I've told you" made a man whose face was partially covered by his hair "even without the tranquillisers there wasn't any reason he could realise the hoax."

- "Two precautions are better than one Mastermind" answered Magneto in a considered tone "Having said that, I've to admit you've done well. Mystique, give him what he deserves and let him go"

The metamorph nodded in a glance and moved away, Mastermind on her heels.

Magneto, finding himself alone, attracted a metal chair toward him and sat down slowly, a satisfied smile on his lips. Some months before, despite Mystique's intervention to put Charles Xavier offside and like it prevent him to undercover his purpose with Cerebro's help, Magneto's projects had failed. And why ? Because of Jean Grey, one of his 'old friend's' favourite students –a telepath–, had achieved to use the engine and to locate him, allowing the X-men's leader –alias Scott Summers– to lead an attack against him and his acolytes. Because of Charles Xavier and of his two first students' obstinacy, Magneto had lost his engine, hadn't achieved his aims and had almost been caught by the authorities as he was not able to defend himself because of Cyclops previous blast's.

The spite had angered him for months but he had found how to take revenge of the three of them at the same time…But, for this there was no question of killing any of the X-Men, no, this should've been too easy ; so, he had summoned up strategies and subterfuges: Jean Grey and Charles Xavier were suffering because they believed their love or their spiritual-son had died in a plane-crash, which Magneto had provoked ; and the X-Men's leader was suffering all the same because –thanks to Mastermind who had modified his memory– he was convinced that the woman he loved the most in the world had died in his arms.

All had worked as planned, he had provoked the crash of the flight number TCA2413 but had subdued the collision with the ground to extract Scott Summers from it before authorizing Pyro to deal with the aircraft. And for the fifty passengers ? It was only humans after all and they were a threat.

To prevent Cerebro from locating by accident the psychic-signature of their prisoner, Magneto simply had had to bring him to his sanctuary, the metal surrounding the building being the same than the one of his helmet, Scott Summers hadn't any chance to be found, moreover that he was officially dead…

For the remains, Cyclops extracting his power from the sun, Magneto only had had to keep him under tranquillisers and sheltered from all sunlight until his devastating blasts sent by his eyes were exhausted.

This delay was henceforth past, they've nothing to fear from Scott's mutation anymore, and they had stopped using tranquillisers to knock him out in order to let the young man plainly suffer the loss of his Jean Grey. And, who knows, maybe Magneto would try to eradicate some information from him…

All this production was Machiavellian, but those three X-Men had destroyed his dream which Magneto had needed years to realise.

More than a week later, at the Institute.

- "Hank ? are you there ?" asked Ororo by entering in the infirmary before seeing he wasn't alone, as a matter of fact, Jean was settled on one of the examination table. "A scan ? Can I…?" asked the Weather Witch toward her best friend.

- "Of course…" answered Jean.

- "You wanted to ask me something ?" asked Beast at Storm

- "Huh ? Oh, just to tell you Professor Xavier had finish reading the paper on your last study, but everything in its time" answered Ororo.

Hank smiled and ended to spread the gel on the telepath's slightly bulging abdomen and placed the probe on it. Like the previous time, a heartbeat sound faster than Jean's one made itself hear even before the image appeared on the screen.

- "It's the baby's?"

- "Yes Storm" answered Hank "And here is the little one…" he made as the foetus' moving shape was partially appearing on the screen.

- "Oh, that's incredible, that's…yes that's its head, isn't it ?…Oh Jean, do you realise ?" Ororo was ecstatic.

The mother-to-be was keeping her eyes riveted on the screen, a smile formed on her lips. Hank made the scan-reading necessary and carried on the ultrasound.

- "Ah, Jean, I can say you're expecting a…"

But the young woman, knowing as well how to 'read' a scan ended his sentence in a voice filled of emotion:

- "A boy…"

- "Yes, a boy" confirmed Hank, smiling.

For a while, some life came back to animate Jean's eyes, but the sadness still over-shadowed her and the tears made their appearance.

- "I'm sorry…" she said by pressing a hand to her cheeks.

- "No, you don't have to, we understand Jean, and the hormones aren't here to help you" supposed Ororo in a friendly voice.

Hank returned his attention to the screen and declared :

- "In any case –like you can see– with regards to your pregnancy, everything is fine, the foetus has all he needs where it's needed and he's of average weight and length for a four month old one …Hey, look at him, he begins to kick " he pointed to the screen.

- "It's crazy…" smiled Storm "Have you felt it ?" she asked to her best friend.

- "It's still to soon…" she answered by shaking her head.

After some additional instants, Hank gave Jean a towel to let her wipe the gel of her abdomen and gave her the tape after having pulled it out of the video-recorder.

- "I thought you'd like to keep these first pictures"

Jean nodded to thanks him and straightened her clothes before sliding down off the table.

- "I think it's unnecessary to put it away "added Hank "I know one or two people who would be delighted to watch it even if one of them will maybe have some difficulties to admit it…"

- "Logan…" supposed Ororo, smiling.

To be continued….

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