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A/N; I have rejigged the last 2 chapters so it should make a bit more sense when your reading it now! Enjoy this next chapter, and please, please, please review! :D

Chapter 4

Jean had returned to her room late that evening, remaining in the garden until it became too cold to bare it. She was putting off the inevitable, she knew she would have to do something about the knife. She felt so foolish, and childish at times for even taking the knife. Of course she wasn't going to kill herself! That's was just ridiculous! But at other times she could almost feel the hard edge of the knife against her skin. It would be so easy! She could just escape, be free of this feeling of being continuously dirty, unable to get the feel of him off her skin. At these times she was barely able to stop herself from being sick.

Although she didn't know it, Jean was being watched by several pairs of eyes, all very worried for their friend. Scott, Logan and the Professor watched Jean from separate rooms. Not knowing what tormented her, they decided to leave her to her own thoughts. Jean was sensible, she could work things out on her own.

Storm sitting at her desk in her bedroom could not keep her eyes off the wandering figure in the garden. She was torn, should she go and offer the hand of friendship, tell Jean that she knew what she was going through? Or leave her and wait to see if she could cope on her own, if she thought about it she, Storm herself, had gone through this, she had come out the other side ok. There were some scary moments in there but she had survived without the help of anyone. Sighing Storm turned away from the window and finished marking the last paper for tomorrow's class. She eventually turned off the light and crawled into bed, she would leave Jean alone for the moment.

When Jean finally became too cold she wandered into the danger room and set it to a program that would test all of her abilities. She worked her self until she nearly dropped from exhaustion. Breathing heavily, in desperate need of a shower, and barely able to keep her eyes open, Jean trudged to the door of her room. She shuddered thinking of the thing inside. It was no use she would have to face it at some time. Reaching slowly out, she turned the handle and stepped inside. The room was how it had been when she had left it that morning. Jean crossed the room and opened the drawer and gasped when the light hit the knife and bounced back into her eyes, blinding her for just a second. So it was still there. She was being silly, it wasn't as though the knife could jump out and attack her itself! Even though, she locked the drawer and checked it was shut twice. She got a quick shower to get rid of the sweat that had been produced in the danger room, and checked the drawer was still locked again, before curling up with her hair still wet and just in her bath robe on to her bed, watching the drawer. She stayed like that for the next 6 hours, and when she finally fell asleep at 6 in the morning, her sleep was filled with nightmares, making her relive that horrible night, mixing it with visions of the knife. And when Storm came in at 8 to wake her for breakfast, she found Jean struggling in her sleep with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Storm leaned over to shake her, but Jean was still in her dream and just struggled more and more. Finally after a minute of Storm shouting her name, Jean sat up violently, and let out such a chilling scream. Storm jumped away but came closer again when Jean stopped her screaming, when she realised it was just a dream. Storm pulled her into a hugged, whispering "it was just a dream, just a horrible dream." Storm rocked her backwards and forwards while Jean sobbed quietly into her shoulder. Jean was shaking so much that Storm could hear her teeth chattering.

After about 10 minutes Storm pulled slowly away, brushing tears from Jean's cheeks and brushing her hair out of her face.

"Are you ok?" She kept her voice low so as not to startle Jean.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, just a bad dream" Jean mumbled, sniffling slightly.

"Are you sure? You look like you haven't slept in days." Storm's voice mirrored the worry that was in her face.

"Yeah I'm sure!" Jean fixed a smile on her face and tried to sit up a little straighter "It's just a silly dream I'll get over it honestly!"

"It wasn't just a silly dream if it's affected you this badly Jean, please tell me what's wrong!" Storms held her breath, hoping her old friend would confide in her so maybe she could help her in return. She had no such luck though.

"Really I'm fine" Jean said breezily, the fixed smile becoming wider. She swung her legs out from under the blankets.

"I'll be down in a minute" Storm took this as a dismissal and turned to the door.

"Oh Storm could we keep this between us? There's no need to worry every one else huh?" Jean held her breath and prayed Storm would agree. Storm sighed and gave Jean a pained look.

"Ok I won't say anything, but if you ever need to talk I'm here ok?"

"Ok, but I really am fine" Storm gave her a half hearted smile that showed clearly she didn't believe Jean and left.

Jean let out the breath she had been holding and turned to get ready. She checked the knife was still there, tried to tame her hair that had dried funny because she hadn't dried it before she feel asleep the night before. She checked the knife was still there again and finally concentrated on trying to hide the lack of sleep on her face and picked out an outfit for the day. Finally on the way out of the door she checked on the knife one last time, satisfied she turned and walked down the corridor that lead to the dinning room.

Scott was walking in the other direction, Jean was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see him. He reached out and grabbed her arm as she was walking past.

"Hey you look dreadful, are you coming down with something? Or have you got something on your mind?" But Jean did hear a word of it. All she felt was his hand on her arm and she panicked. She was transported back to that night, when her attacker had first grabbed her arm and pinned her down. She could hear own breathing loud in her ears, but nothing else. It wasn't long before she blacked out. Her body just could not cope.

Fin

Ok there's quite a long chapter to keep you busy! Hope you enjoyed it! And see all you Scott lovers, he is there! :D