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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(I had made a mistake and prepared the part which will come after this one….fortunately I've noticed it !)

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This evening, the students went to bed early for most of them, exhausted by their reckless snow-balls battles. At 9 p.m., Jean still hadn't come down, Ororo prepared a sandwich for her and ventured to bring it to her.

- "Jean ? Jean it's Ororo, I…I've brought something for you to eat, open me up please" asked the Weather Witch after having tapped unsuccessfully.

She tried again, but, again, no answer, not even a sound came from the room.

- "Jean ? "

She twisted the doorknob, but it had been locked. Logan, intrigued by Storm's calls, made his appearance.

- "Logan, I'm worried, she has locked the door and doesn't answer"

Wolverine refrained from doing a comment about the fact that she might just want to cut herself off, and that the possibility of worrying them should be the least of her worries, and tapped on the door at his turn:

- "Jean ? Jean ! Open the door ! "

Still no answer. Storm cast him a glance of the kind –Didn't-I-say-so-?- but he contented himself by shrugging, there was no harm in trying after all. Having said that, this had gone on long enough:

- "Red, I warn you, if you don't answer or don't come to open the door, I'm gonna force it open !" he informed her before muttering after some time : "…Well, you leave me no the choice…"

In a fraction of seconds, Wolverine unsheathed his claws and it was only a matter of time before the lock was cut and he pushed down the door.

- "Jean ?"

The darkness reigned in the room –Thus far, nothing abnormal– but the most notable was the temperature, there wasn't more than 34°f. Storm switched on the light which revealed an empty room. The window was wide-opened, the mutant must've used her telekinesis to descend to the ground without risk.

- "And she's run away again…" muttered Logan.

He went to verify the bathroom while Ororo was made her way to the window. Unfortunately, the snow which was falling prevented her from seeing further than a few meters.

- "Jean ?!" she called.

No answer.

- "I think she does it on purpose" resumed Logan.

- "Even so, we've to find her and, without the Professor, this won't be as easy than the other times"

- "The Elf could've been useful, that's a pity he's gone to spend the week-end with his parents" noticed Wolverine "Well, most of the students have yet gone to bed –and given the reception Jean's gonna reserve for us when we find her, I rather she lays the blame on us, so we won't disturb them– but I've seen Bobby and Rogue in the living room"

- "Right, go and fetch them, I'll check in the control-room if I can see Jean thank to the video-surveillance, meet me here"

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Jean had just gotten her breath back. She had run up to here until she was out of breath and was now kneeling in front of Scott's memorial for some twenty solid minutes. A thick layer of snow was covering her hair and her clothes, which were not adapted for a wintry nocturnal run, but she didn't care, this didn't matter anymore. She was frozen, but didn't even realise it, she wasn't even shivering anymore, she wasn't of this world, she didn't want it anymore. A picture of Scott and her was placed in front of the memorial, the tears were freely slipping down her cheeks which were reddened by the cold while she was talking to him as for explaining what she was about to do.

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Storm had summoned up her powers for stopping the snowfall and lift the fog but Jean's footsteps had yet disappeared; having said that, the moonlight was reflected off the white-coat of pureness, the nocturnal visibility was excellent. Not having found the young woman at the Institute nor in its annexes, the little group had parted to search the vast park, calling her even knowing very well that she wouldn't answer them.

But, after searching for a long while, they were now gathered at there point of rendezvous, empty handed.

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- "Scott, I…I've tried, but I can't anymore…I'm worn out, it's too hard…I've lost you, I've lost our baby…I haven't…I have no place in this world anymore…not without you…I'm living only to find you again…" she made in a broken voice "…what's the use of surviving at all costs…if, I do nothing else than thinking about you each second which melts away ?…I don't even sleep anymore, I don't find you in my dreams anymore…I don't find any good reason to live anymore Scott…I can't bury my head in the sand anymore…I can't live without you….the time melts away, but the pain doesn't fade, it only cuts a little more at my heart…I'd give everything I have to find you again…I'd give everything I am for us to be together again, and…and that's what I'll do…"

In her hands, she was holding a scalpel which she had stolen some days before. She watched it shine a while under the moonbeams, but nothing would make her change her mind ; as a matter of fact, she had made this decision some days ago, she was only waiting for the good moment . With determination, she firmly griped it before deeply gashing her wrist and forearm in several spots. The pain ? she didn't feel it anymore, she didn't feel anything anymore, the cold and the despair were occulting it mostly. Rapidly lukewarm blood flowed out of the wounds. Jean tried to repeat the act on the right side, but it was more difficult and she only had done one deep notch before her numbered fingers dropped the instrument which landed silently, muffled by the white blanket of snow recovering the ground.

She watched her work for a while. The blood was already covering her arms and was beginning to drip onto the snow, turning the immaculate whiteness a rosy pink. Jean smiled with melancholy; yet, she was feeling giddy:

- "You see…?…it's only a matter of time and we'll be together again…" she said slowly.

Too weak to stay kneeled longer, Jean slowly laid herself at the feet of Scott's memorial, murmured again some words –their picture against her– as she was emptied of her blood; and closed her eyes, waiting for death to fetch her at her turn…

A thousand miles from here, at the very time when Jean was slashing her wrists, Scott woke up with a start and received a flash of what had just happened; he felt the intensity oh her despair and the limitless love, the love which had pushed Jean into making this gesture. These sensations were so real that Scott didn't know what to thing anymore…And all of a sudden, all became clear, the weeks spent believing at Jean's death veiled before ending by disappear for letting the place at the truth. This fight against the brotherhood having cost Jean's life had never happened ! He couldn't explain from where were coming these mental-pictures which had masked what had really happened : the air crash ; he was alone aboard, Jean was in the secure Institute. But then, what had he just witnessed for him to feel such an anguish ? The blood…the blade…a stone monument…some bits of words…their picture…No !

- "Jean no, don't do this !!" he cried out without even having felt it come.

Forgetting his tiredness and the few contusion remaining from Magneto's last questioning (which ones were becoming rare, the Acolyte's chief beginning to get tired to obtain nothing from the young X-Men leader's), Scott stood up and pounded on the door.

- "Let me out !!! You know I'll never say anything to you !!! It's over Magneto !! I know the truth now !!"

Only the silence answered him, but he kept on setting upon the door which had never given way ; he had never wished so much to have his powers again, the ones he had cursed so often.

Simultaneously at the Institute, a student woke up with a start and received too a strange vision. But Bryan, the young mutant who had arrived some weeks before, was accustomed to this kind of things and these flashes had never been revealed founded on whatever. Having said that, this time, he was more disturbed than he'd have wanted to, the Doctor Grey was involved in it and he had also seen the man who had been shown to him in picture –and who was supposed to be dead– as well as others who he didn't know. Completely absurd, Bryan said to himself, before turning himself in his bed and fall back to sleep.

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