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.

In front of so much reviews I couldn't refuse to update !

Thanks for the ones who have reviewed, Aimtbj, Lexan, and Kim direct :

Aimtbj : of course he's alive, I'm a Jott how could I kill him ? thanks for your kind reviews !

Kimdirect :ah ah I won't spoil anything, thanks !

Lexan: You wasn't expecting that ? it was the goal lol thanks for your kinds reviews :-)

And believe my, there'll be a lot of cliff-anger MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! lol

More than three additional weeks melted away. Jean still remained the mere shadow of the one she had been even if her pregnancy was really helping her to carry on. She still didn't speak much, answering only when she was appealed to, but she did it in a faint voice.

In this beginning of October the weather was wet and everybody had stayed inside, busying oneself here and there in their way, some of them taking the opportunity to write to their family, the others for studying. Half the students were hanging about the living-room where Hank and the Professor were playing chess with Ororo watching on. In a corner, Logan was reading a journal, grumbling now and then, whereas Jean was half laid on one of the sofas and was reading a book the Professor had given her some days before.

Some minutes later, the telepath closed it and –after having waited a while in a seating position in order to not feel dizzy– got up. She was about to take one step forward when she felt something peculiar, something it had seemed to her to feel sometimes the previous days but, this time, she was sure of what it was, and the quietness reigning in the living-room made that her gasp didn't go unnoticed.

- "What ? What is it ?" her worried friends raised their heads to look at her.

All the glances had converged toward her, but she seemed to be like in a sort of trance and had put her hands on her abdomen, a smile –the most beautiful since weeks– lightening her face:

- "I…I've felt him move, he has just given me a kick, he…" she answered before her glance became gloomy and her smile disappeared.

She turned her head away by slightly biting her lower lips and went out of the room.

- "Jean, wait !" made Ororo, perplexed by this sudden change of mood as the previous instant her best friend was wearing a smile.

The Weather Witch got up but Logan held her back:

- "No, let her Ororo, I think she needs to be alone"

- "But…"

- "He's right Storm" nodded the Professor.

One of the students, of almost nine years old, arrived recently and having witnessed the scene, asked:

- "Why she has left ?"

Charles gave her a conciliating smile and declared:

- "You know Annie, when a couple is expecting a baby, they particularly share some moments. Your mommy by example has probably made your daddy feel the first kicks you gave her by putting his hand on her abdomen" he explained in a soft voice "And Jean…Jean can't share these moments with the father of her baby and this is really hard for her, do you understand ?"

The little girl nodded before frowning.

- "But why she didn't stay ? We could have consoled her"

The Professor, sensitive in front of her innocence, gave her another smile.

- "Sometimes the adults need some times alone to themselves."

Annie seemed to be partially convinced by this explanation and returned her attention toward the drawing which had busied her until now. The Professor sighed before lowering again his mental-shields which access was allowing him to feel Jean' sorrow. He knew she had gone out to the edge of the lake, but he had to restrain himself to join her and to let her her implicit will to stay alone.

The great reception-room was never so filled than for the annual parent-professor meeting in mid-October. Of course, most of the students had not kept contact with their parents –most of them having been rejected upon the discovery of their mutation–, but, for the ones whose families had stayed united, it was important to maintain confident-terms and this day was particularly lending itself to it. Despite all, all the students were invited to assist at this little reception and no one was missing at the appeal even if it was just for savouring the meals of the buffet.

A hubbub was filling the room, the brothers and sisters of the students were running about everywhere, some little groups had formed themselves around the buffet spread. Everybody had paid attention to their clothes, overall as regard the students' members of families. Jean had agreed to be present and had also tried to make an effort on her appearance. She had slipped on a long woollen maternity-dress Ororo had given her some days before, and had tied her hair in a chignon. Around five months pregnant, she couldn't hide her abdomen anymore overall that the sock-dress was fitting her exactly. Haired and dresses like it, she was lovely, but her glance −underlined by the rings under her eyes as a result of a lack of sleep due to the nightmares and the baby's kicks− were betraying the wound of her heart that was still present.

Since the beginning of the reception, Jean had received condolences from most of the students'parents and Kitty's mother didn't make an exception when she came to speak to her.

- "Doctor Grey, I've learned about professor Summers and I offer my sincerest sympathies"

- "Thank you madam Pryde"

Like previously, Ororo –being nearby with other guests– became imperceptibly taut at these words, fearing this could shaken her friend; but despite it being the sixth time that sympathies were offered to her, she managed to hold it together and to lack skin deep-emotions. So, the Weather Witch resumed her conversation with Samuel's parents and it's only a quarter of an hour later that she saw the young telepath moving hastily off.

- "Excuse me" she pardoned herself from the people she was speaking to before going after Jean, but Professor Xavier stopped her on the way, answering to her implicit question at the same time.

- "I think that the fact of seeing Jubilee's sister pregnant with her husband cuddling her, must have overwhelmed her" he said by indicating to her the couple chatting with Hank.

Storm looked at this direction and saw what he was talking about.

- "Oh no…" she made "I'm gonna see her"

- "No, leave it, I will take care of it" he said before steering his wheelchair toward the room's exit.

He quickly found himself in the quietness again.

- "Jean ?" he called by going over the corridor.

Passing in front of one of the common-room, he heard a chocked back sob and steered his wheelchair on his left.

- "Jean ?"

He glanced over the room and ended by finding her, sat against the wall, a hand on her abdomen, her knees folded as a support for one of her elbow as she was holding her forehead with her right hand.

R&R please, the more I get, the sooner I'll update (even if here my computer will go to the doctor ggrrrrr)