Disclaimer: This is a fanction. I don't own any chracter. I really can't even lay claim on the plot. This is a record of an RPG I belong to. In the group I play a few character and I'll let you guess how they are.


"The jet! It won't start!"

"Storm, you on it!"

"I'm trying, I can't get it up!"

A group of mutants known as the X-Men struggled in their stranded jet. They were at Alkali Lake, in the snowy field. Stryker had just
been defeated, Magneto was gone with Mystique and Pyro, and the jet had short-circuited, just as the dam gave way to rushing frigid
waters. The flood moved quickly toward their jet.

A lone telepath sat in the back of the jet, looking around her.

Cyclops, her love, talking with the Professor about what to do. Storm, a beautiful goddess of a woman, attempting to jumpstart the engine. Wolverine, extremely upset with the whole situation, overlooked the frantic passengers. A young couple, Iceman and Rogue, sat back with worried expressions as they attempted to comfort one another. A new man, Kurt Wagner, the Nightcrawler, sat upright in his seat, looking around frantically at the children they had rescued, all of whom were frightened.

The woman, the telepath, Jean Grey, knew what was coming. It was her time. She stood slowly, putting pressure on one foot, and moved steadily toward the back of the jet. Her ankle was badly sprained, and it was hard to move, but there was no other way. They had to get out.

She walked slowly to the front of the jet, toward the racing flood.That was when Wolverine noticed the empty seat.

"Where's Jean?" He enquired.

Everyone looked around worriedly.

"Oh, no. Jean! Jean!" Cyclops ran to the front. "Jean!"

He turned to Storm. "Open the jet! We're not leaving without her!"

"I can't!" Storm yelled back.

"Come on!"

The jet suddenly started up, and began to lift. Jean held her hand up, steadily lifting the jet and turning it on. Fire burned in her eyes as she realized she'd never see these people again. The flood waters reached her; she held out her other hand to move the water around them.

"Kurt! Teleport down there and get her!"

"I can't, she won't let me!" He defended himself.

The professor sighed, leaning back. Jean had entered his mind, and began to speak through him.

"I'm sorry... this was the only way... I'm sorry..."

"Jean? Jean!" Scott ran to the Professor and bent on his knees, looking the man in the face.

"Jean, listen to me, I-"

"I love you..." The professor's head rolled back and then up, facing Scott sadly.

"No! No!"

The jet lifted up completely and Jean let go. The flood waters rushed over her, and she never resurfaced.

"No, Jean..." Cyclops collapsed against Wolverine, crying for her. There was nothing that they could do. Nothing any of them could do. Wolverine just let the man cry on his shoulder, as they all grieved for the loss of Jean Grey.


"Okay class, today we are starting a new book..."

Professor Xavier smiled as he wheeled into the small classroom with a novel. A young group of students placed their chairs in a circle and began to listen to him, as Wolverine and Cyclops stood outside the door, talking quietly.

"Scott, she knows you loved her."

"Yeah... I just can't, you know..."

"It'll be alright, we'll all get through this."

Wolverine, Logan, looked through the door at the Professor, receiving a warm smile from the man. It was hard for everyone to deal with such a loss, but there was only so much one could do. A meeting with the President had taken place, with explanations of casualties that had been suffered, and negotiations for peace between humans and mutants. But it was a shame that people had to die for something like that.