Hey there! Thanks everyone for reviewing! This whole thinking of which chapter to post was difficult, i had 3 options... anyway, I hope I don't mess it up!

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Chapter III

Three months passed by, with nothing interesting to tell. Scott was now 19 years old. In his birthday, everyone in the institute threw him a surprise party, and they all got fun. Scott was ok again, and Jean had a new boyfriend, captain of the Male Soccer Team. One of those normal days, Scott was in the receiving room reading a book, when Jean arrived with her new boyfriend.

Hi, Scott, I want you to meet Daniel- Jean said. Daniel stretched his hand, and Scott rejected it. He didn't even put attention to Jean.

Hi- Scott said coldly, without turning away his gaze from the book.

Scott, don't be that rude!- Jean said, angry.

Sure- Scott said, still concentrating in the book he was reading.

Scott!- Jean said. Now she was getting really mad at Scott.

What- he asked coldly. The book seemed to have all his attention.

Don't make me get on my bad side, or you'll regret it- Jean said, trying to calm down.

Sure- Scott said, not even listenin-g to her.

Scott Summers, apologize!- Jean said.

Sorry- he said, still reading. His apology was too far from sincere. Jean got mad at him.

Let's go Dani, he's too busy- Jean said, taking Daniel's hand.

Sure, Jean- Daniel said. He pushed Scott's book on purpose without Jean noticing, and Scott got really mad at this, putting his foot on Daniel's way, and this fell down. Jean saw this. Daniel took Scott by his shirt.

Tell him to let me down or he'll be eating my dust- Scott said. Jean widened her eyes. Daniel was very mad at Scott. Jean was very mad at Scott too. Scott sighed and kicked Daniel. He was too weak for Scott, and he fell to the floor. Scott looked at him, sat in the couch and continued reading. Jean slapped his cheek. She helped Daniel up and they both walked away. This was the first time Jean had slapped him that hard. He had her hand painted in his cheek. He threw the book away.

The next week, Jean didn't talk to him. She didn't even see him. He sighed. It wasn't his fault at all... Daniel had started everything. Jean had broken up with him after the second day they dated... He was angry about that too... If it wasn't that important, why was Jean still so mad at him? He went to the city to walk a while. He saw a little kid with his ball playing. He was about 4 years old. Scott saw something bad comming. The boy threw his ball to the street, and went for it walking slowly. Scott saw a car comming very fast. He had 4 or 5 cops on his tail.

Look out!- Scott said, running and throwing the boy away. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough to avoid the car that came easily 185 m/h. The news, ambulances and cops where there about 10 minutes later. The criminal had been captured. Scott had been taked to the hospital, at the edge of death.

Ororo and the professor were chatting in the professor's office, watching a program. It was interrupted by the urgent news.

What do we have, Jessica?- the news man said, as they linked to the main place of the accident.

The most searched men in our country were captured about 10 minutes ago, leaving a seriously injured victim. Witnesses said that a four year old boy had been left outside a shop, and this one threw his ball at the middle of the street. The car with the criminals came very fast, and a youngster that is about 18 years old pushed him away, saving him from being killed, but unfortunately he wasnt fast enough for avoiding the car. The four year old boy, named Christopher Swift, son of a very rich man, has only an arm broken. The youngster, identified as Scott Summers is deathly injured in the Nishtery Hospital...- the lady continued talking.

Storm, quickly, take me there- Xavier said, terrified.

Charles, calm down, he'll be ok- Storm said as she saw Xavier was very worried. They both went to the hospital.

Can I help you?- A lady said.

Yes, we are here to see Scott Summers- Storm said.

The boy that came seriously injured... wait a moment please- thelady said. She went to call the doctor. The doctor went to Xavier.

I'm sorry, there was nothing left to do... he died at 16:43- the doctor said. Storm and The professor were shocked. The doctor sighed.- I'm really sorry- he said, walking away.

It cant be- The professor said, very shocked.- There must be a mistake... Scott is alive...- the professor said, buring his face in his hands. This was the first time Storm saw him crying. She was very shocked too, and cried silently. She took Xavier back to the institute. Logan saw them both crying.

What's wrong Charles? Storm?- He said. Storm whispered in his ear what happened, because Kurt, Kitty and Rogue were there too. They didnt want them to know... yet. The three young students watched as Logan got in shock, and as Xavier and Storm were crying silently.

How are we telling them?- Logan said, still in shock, pointing the three young students.

Call them all, Logan, they have to know by our sources, not by others- Xavier said, very sad. He and Storm headed to the conference room, and waited for the students there. They started arriving. The last one was Jean.

My dear children, I have something very serious to tell you. It's a delicate thing, so please take it as good as possible, and don't panic- Xavier said, very sad.

Professor, Scott is missing, won't we wait for him?- Rogue said.

Who cares about him?- Jean said. She was still mad at him.

That's what we are here for. Scott had a terrible accident- Storm said.

What? Is he ok!- Jean said, hysterically..

Who cares about him?- Rogue reminded Jean sarcastically. Jean felt bad.

How bad is he?- Kitty asked.

Vere is him?- Kurt asked.

Is he ok?- Rogue said, worried.

Guys, this is not going to be easy for all f us, but, he is...- The professor started, but couldnt get the courage to say it.

In a better life- Storm said. Everyone stayed in shock.

No- Jean said, standing up.

Jean, please- Storm said.

It has to be a mistake, it must be a mistake- Jean said, crying hysterically. In that moment she knew what Scott really meant for her, and she felt trribly about being mad with him.

The funeral is in thirty minutes. We'll bury him in Rest In peace Graveyard- Logan said, leaving. The professor left too, followed by Storm. The students left Jean alone. She was crying too much.

How could I?- she said to herself, remembering the time she slapped Scott, and how she ignored him for a long period. She burried her face in her hands and cried hysterically.

They were already in the funeral. The all were very sad. Logan noticed some strange tubes on the coffin leading to somewhere outside, but didn't paid much attention to them, forgetting them immediatly.

Everyone went back to the institute. Everyone was totally sad, but Jean took the worse part of it with Xavier. They were totally broken up. Jean felt so guilty. The only thing she wished on that moment was that this was only a nightmare. But she realized it wasn't. She saw all the photos on her desk. Most of them were Scott and her on parties, when they were younger.

Why?- she asked herself, burring her face on her pillow, crying hysterically.