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.

Thanks for the ones who have reviewed, Aimtbj, Turkee, Lexan,Slicky:

Turkee :yeah, I knew that by letting you think that Scott was really dead I was risking to lose readers, but I've taken the risk :-) Thanks for the review !

Slicky : I've the feeling that we have exchanged our roles lol ("Yeah! You updated!" that's remind me me for your fic, I'm commenting lol)

And for the ones who are too curious, you'll see, what will happen, you're only at the middle of the fic…); believe my, there'll be a lot of cliff-anger MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! lol

But the nightmares became more and more violent in the course of the week and this time, it had been Ororo who particularly witnessed it…

Jean was in a plane, a plane which she was beginning to know too well, the kind of plane Scott might have taken. She knew what would happen, she was too well accustomed to, these last days, when the nightmares had come to replace the peaceful dreams in which the young woman was looking for refuge until now. Already, an agitation was reigning in the cabin, Jean was suspecting that all will turn in a tragedy, but she couldn't help it and scan with her eyes the passengers. In an instant her glance fell ineluctably on a young man with ruby-red sunglasses. Like the other times, this vision wringed her heart and she felt herself overwhelmed by thousands of emotions at the same time, she wanted to run to him, but something was preventing her from doing it, she stood rooted to the spot and couldn't join him. Seeing it was useless to struggle against the invisible strength which was holding her back, she tried to warn him:

- "Scott !! Scott !! The plane will crash !! Scott, I beg you !" she called him ; but he didn't seem to hear her.

She tried to use their bond, but unsuccessfully, she seemed to be devoid of her mutant powers despite all her attempts. Suddenly, a violent jerk shook the air-craft and, when she looked back at Scott, a vision of horror stroke her : the body of the man she loved had just caught fire, he was yelling her name in heartrending calls, she felt him suffering right up to her entrails, but she couldn't do anything, she couldn't do anything !!

- "NO SCOTT !!!!!" shouted Jean by waking in a start.

She only had the time to realise she wasn't resting on her mattress, but was levitating above it, that she felt heavily on it. She was covered by cold sweat and had the feeling to be winded. Like the previous nights, she took some instants to know where she was, to realise that this perpetual nightmare had its part of reality, that the bed remained empty of Scott's presence and will forever be.

Quickly, these terrible images rose again in her mind, she felt a wave of despair seize her and she burst in tears taking a curled-up on herself position. She felt her son move and kick her, he might have felt his mother's distress and this had awoken him; despite that, Jean didn't manage to settle down.

The door burst opened on Ororo wearing a dressing gown hastily passed on her shoulders.

- "Jean !! "

Curiously the Weather Witch had also her eyes reddened by tears as she had just sat down near her best friend and was beginning to softly speak to her and stroking her hair in attempt to calm her. But the telepath was so broken that her sobs didn't weaken.

Another person burst in the room:

- "Another nightmare ?" asked Logan with his hair in disorder.

- "Yes, it was horrible" answered Ororo before explaining herself "I've seen some scraps, she's projected, surely unconsciously"

- "As far as I'm concerned, I've seen nothin', I was in the kitchen"

Storm implicitly asked him with a glance how he had known.

- "I've heard her, ya know I've a particularly sensitive hearin' " made Logan before casting a glance in the room where books and curios were covering the ground "Seein' the state of the room, I can well believe ya as for the level of the nightmare…"

Storm sadly nodded. She hadn't stopped stroking her best friend's hair and began to softly speak to her to try to appease her:

- "There there, it was only a nightmare, settle down…"

Logan had also came closer, overwhelmed to see his protégée in such a distress.

- "Maybe we should inform the Professor ?"

- "He already knows about it, he wanted to come but I've told him I'd take care of it"

Jean's cries were beginning to quieten down, but now it was these terrible images which were coming back, Scott in fire, his pain, his calls…

- "…I…I don't feel well…" she articulated.

Storm understood immediately the reasons of it, she was feeling herself nauseous because of the only scraps she had seen.

- "Logan ?"

Wolverine nodded and helped her to lead Jean at the toilets, not wanting her to fall in her state.

When they had brought her back to her bed, Storm covered a shivering telepath with her duvet and sat down at the edge.

- "…I…I should've been with him…" Jean articulated "…he wanted me to come but I refused…because of a stupid blood-analysis…"

Storm shook her head, she knew just too well that Jean still couldn't recover from the fact she hadn't agreed to go with Scott.

- "No Jean, you know we've yet talked about it, you wanted to let him spend some time alone with his brother, you even told me that Scott had told you the same on the phone from Hawaii" replied Storm before adding "You cannot change the past Jean"

Jean answered nothing, stroking her belly mechanically. The past she'd wanted so much to change it, to prevent Scott from taking the plane, to announce to him she was pregnant and to see his face lighten, to feel his joy thought their bond, to share everything with him; yes, she'd give everything to change the past in order to he be near her today…but it was impossible…

It's Wolverine's voice which brought her back to the reality :

- "Come on, ya need to try to relax yerself, you're gonna go back to sleep…"

The young woman slowly shook her head, some tears resuming their course on her cheeks:

- "…no…I don't want to sleep anymore…no more…" she made in a faint voice still marked by the emotion "…before, I…I found him again in my dreams, everything was as before, nothing had happened, we were still together…now…I don't stop doing nightmares where I find him to lose him again, where I see him die in atrocious suffering…I… I can't bear it anymore, I don't want to see it ever again…"

- "Red, you're exhausted, the baby you're carryin' need ya to sleep" argued Logan by coming closer of the bed, knowing that using the well-being of her child could only convince her.

How the things are doing ? asked the Professor by telepathy.

I think this time she's not gonna fall back to sleep thought Storm in order to let Charles seize her thoughts And it seems to me that's she's perfectly able to prevent herself from sleeping with her telepathy, can't she ?

Yes…I send Hank to you, he must have something to help her

Ororo went out of 'her thoughts' to see that Logan had sat down near Jean and was speaking to her in a protective tone. For a while, this reminded her some moments when she, Jean and Scott were the only ones students of the Institute and that Wolverine and the Professor acted as paternal figures. She stayed silent some minutes until Hank appeared.

- "Oh man…"he made by seeing the disorder.

Storm got up and went to meet him, letting Logan be alone with Jean for some instants; after all, maybe he'd achieve to settle her down enough in order to make her agree to let the slumber wrap her again.

- "The Professor's psychic-protection hasn't been strong enough" explained Storm in a deep voice before adding "It had already happened when we were young that Jean needs so much to use her powers in a nightmare that they revealed themselves in the reality, but this had never happened again since the installation of the Professor's protections"

- "So how…?" asked Hank

- "It was particularly horrible" murmured Storm "I dunno if I had been the only one, but I saw a part of her nightmare; in it Scott was burnt alive…"

- "Oh my god…"

- "Yes, it's worse and worse, she hasn't even wanted to talk to me about the last few" nodded Storm, looking sad.

- "And of course, she's afraid to fall back to sleep…"

- "Yes…do you have something ?"

- "I've had to look for a sedative enough strong which can be compatible with her pregnancy, but I've found it" he made by entering the room, pulling out the syringe he had brought with him.

R&R please, the more I get, the sooner I'll update.