DISCLAIMER: they still aren't mine.

Jean floated back into consciousness, and saw the faces staring down at her. She looked around at Storm, Scott, and the Professor. A fourth face was also grinning down at her, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen the large furry man before. Trying to remember him, she got a headache. She closed her eyes and said the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm so sorry."

"Jean, all that matters is that you are alright." Her eyes popped open again. She knew that voice.

"Henry?"

"In the flesh. Or fur, as it were. It's been awhile, Jean... But it's nice to see you awake."

She felt something wet drip onto her hand, and turned her head slightly. Scott was crying.

"It's ok, Scott."

He looked at her. His vision was already impaired because of the glasses, and the tears filling his eyes didn't help either. Storm handed him a tissue, and he took of the glasses, wiping the tears from his closed eyes. He put the glasses back on and tried to smile. Jean looked at the Professor.

"I trashed the mansion."

"I know. But don't worry. I can afford the repairs."

In Bobby and Pete's room, Jubilee had just finished relaying a story about Remy's family. Bobby had moved from the bed, and was now standing next to Pete, waiting for the next part of the story. To his surprise, Kitty and Jubilee both jumped down from Pete's shoulders and darted towards the door.

"They're going back inside!" Kitty shouted as they ran through the door and back towards their room. They reached their separate beds seconds before Remy landed on the balcony with a light thump. Jubilee peered over her magazine, and Kitty opened one of her eyes, from where she was pretending to be asleep. They watched as he reached up and helped Rogue down from the roof. Rogue shot a look inside, and Jubilee jerked the magazine back up over her face, and Kitty covered her eyes with a stuffed dragon, trying to look nonchalant.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "We're being watched."

Remy grinned. "Den lets give dem a show, non?"

He grabbed her and put his gloved hands on her face, covering her lips and kissing his own thumbs. She was too surprised to do much more than just let him go with it. He turned his back to the room and removed his hands, his face inches away from hers.

"What are you playing at, Swamp Rat?"

"I guarantee der faces will be worth it."

She poked her head around and peered into the room. Sure enough, Jubilee had dropped the magazine and was staring with her mouth wide open. Kitty had a death grip on her dragon, undoubtedly waiting for Remy to keel over. Rogue moved so that they couldn't see her because of where Remy was standing, and grinned.

"You're right. Definitely worth it." She put her arms around him, and he mimicked the gesture, once again making it seem as if they were kissing passionately. In all reality, though, both of them were having trouble keeping themselves from laughing. Jubilee screeched inside of the room and Rogue dropped her hands, shooting them a look. Jubilee grabbed the magazine and pretended to read it, and Kitty covered her face again with the dragon. Rogue turned to Remy.

"It's been great, but Ah think that Ah need to go yell at them now."

He smiled. "Glad I could help."

He leapt over the balcony and landed neatly on the balcony of the next room over, hopping his way across to his room. Rogue bent over the railing until she couldn't see him anymore, and turned to go back into her room. Jubilee and Kitty were still pretending to be occupied, and Rogue walked in between their beds, landing on hers with a dramatic sigh. She grinned as she turned to Jubilee.

"Ah didn't know you could read upside-down."

Jubilee blushed and Kitty dropped the dragon. Kitty flopped over on her side and faced Rogue.

"Tell. Us. Everything."

Jean was sitting up in bed, telling what she could remember of her ordeal.

"I had to do it, Scott. Or else you all would have died. You know that, right?"

Scott nodded. Many people had told him the exact same thing, but it had never really helped to calm the sadness that was coursing through him.

"Something happened. When the water hit me, something forced it back out. It felt as if a cocoon had formed around my body. Then one day, I was pushed out. It was like I was in two places. I could still see my body underneath the water but I was also above it. I was a spectator in my own life, and I was doing things that I never would. I hurt people, but I couldn't do anything to stop myself."

Scott bowed his head. He knew exactly what that felt like.

Xavier spoke up. "The phoenix."

Jean nodded. "That's what it called itself. The phoenix force. It's still in me. It just isn't in control. It's powerful... too powerful. I don't know if I can contain it."

"We will help you."

"I know you will, Professor. It's just... they aren't my powers anymore. They're hers. Or it's. I don't know how to control them."

"We start from the beginning. You will control them."

"It's just too much, all at once."

"Would you like me to put up blocks, Jean?"

"Yes. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Very well. Once you are stronger. I have a feeling that this Phoenix force will not show up for a little while, thanks to Rogue. Incidentally, I believe it may be a good idea for me to go see how this is affecting her. Scott, Henry. I trust that you will stay with Jean?"

"Of course."

"Yes, Professor."

He nodded to Storm and Nightcrawler, who stood up to follow him out. As she passed the bed, Jean grabbed Storm's hand.

"Thanks, Ororo."

Storm smiled. "I'm not sure what for, but you're quite welcome."

The professor had given Nightcrawler and Storm the task of answering what questions the students had, and he continued on to Rogue's room. He knocked on the door, and Jubilee answered it, obviously irritated that someone was there.

"Make it fast, She's finally telling— Oh, Professor. Come in."

"Sorry to interrupt. May I speak with Rogue for a moment, please?"

Rogue stood up from her bed. "Sure."

She walked out to the hallway and closed the door.

"What's up?"

"Are you alright? From what Jean tells us, the force which you absorbed is more powerful than anything you've come in contact with before."

Rogue smiled. "I'm fine Charles. Perhaps Jean was simply too weak to contain it?" He looked at her, narrowing his eyes. She smiled, and her eyes shone orange for a brief second before he took her down with his mind.

She woke up about an hour later, completely confused. The last thing she could remember was the feel of someone's hand against her bare skin. She hadn't been expecting that. Her confusion heightened when she looked around and realized that she was in the med lab.

"What...?"

A large, blue, gloved hand reached over and patted her arm reassuringly.

"Relax. It's all right. The professor should be down here shortly."

Hearing his voice, she looked up in shock, and spoke in a voice that definitely wasn't her own. "Henry? Henry McCoy? Is that you?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"I've been here for some time now, Rogue. Remember, I'm the doctor?"

"I haven't seen you since high school!"

Suddenly, it hit him. Although he was looking down at Rogue, he was really talking to someone else. "My stars and garters...Jean?"

"Yes?"

"There's something you should see." He pulled the curtain back, exposing the real Jean lying in the bed next to her, sleeping. Rogue's eyes showed just how confused she was. "Who is that?"

"That is Jean."

"Then who am I?"

The doors whooshed open and the professor rolled in. He aproached the bed, and turned to Henry.

"How is she?"

"She seems to be quite well, except she isn't exactly herself."

"What do you mean?"

"Observe."

He turned back to her and asked her a series of simple questions. "What is the highest level of education you have recieved?"

"A doctorate."

"What are your powers, and when did you get them?"

"Telekinesis and Telepathy. I got them when I was ten and my best friend Annie died."

"Your name?"

"Jean. Dr. Jean Grey."

The professor rubbed his temples. He had feared that she would wake up someone different. There was no telling just how long the Phoenix force had been inside of her, pretending to be her, pushing Jean's consciousness into control. Xavier patted Rogue/Jean's hair and got Henry's attention. They moved just out of earshot.

"I'm going to have to enter her mind and locate Rogue. Once I find her psyche, I should be able to talk her through taking control."

"Alright."

"It's going to take some time. I'll need you to take over my classes for awhile, the procedure is very taxing on me."

"Okay."

Xavier pulled on a pair of gloves and wheeled himself over to the side of the bed, setting his hands on either side of her head and closing his eyes. Hank closed the curtain and pulled off his gown, stepping over to where Jean and Scott were getting ready to head up to their room.

"Jean, are you sure you're well enough to go back up? In my expert opinion—"

"Yes, Henry. In MY expert opinion, I'm not going to get any better down here than I am up there. At least I'll feel more comfortable. You don't realize just how hard these beds down here are until you have to lie in one."

"Indeed. If you need anything, let me know."

"I'll need you to explain this." Jean grabbed a fistful of blue fur and tugged gently. Hank smiled.

"I'd be happy to."

Jean popped a wheelie in her wheelchair and Scott grabbed the handles, steadying it. Jean looked back at him, smiling.

"Relax, Scott." The chair started to levitate, and it twisted so that Jean was face to face with Scott. She kissed him and punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Telekinetic, remember?"

He grabbed the small duffel bag from the bed, and Henry handed him a small package of medicine that Jean had removed from the duffel bag when Scott wasn't looking. Jean, who had wheeled herself through the air, set the chair down again and turned her head slightly, shouting back at them.

"I saw that."

A/N You ever look at a story and realize that you left something out of it? I need to get a little more Storm in this thing. Going to attack myself with post-it notes about that one. Wow... it took me forever to get that chapter up. I'd like to blame it on the holidays and my laptop breaking, but there really aren't any excuses other than my own laziness. But you know what motivates me? Reviews. Hint. Hint.