Disclaimer: I don't own them, only the situations I put them in. Characters belong to someone else!

A/N: This is a story devoted to a very special person, he's my Scott and I love him dearly. Hope you all like it anyway. Set in Evo – but about ten years later.

To my reviewers

jenskott: Yes, I know, think it's best if Jean feels something for once, and she has to try and survive without Scott for once. I can't help loving the Nathan name, it's familiar and there is a reason, you will see.

Diaz F: You interpreted right! Good going, I wondered who'd spot it.

Book Junkie: Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it

amazing redd phoenix: I didn't mean to make you cry! Honest! But I know it's a little heavy…

SahRae Hyjo: I'm glad you wanna read on, hope it's not over-powerful.

slickboy444: You will see my friend, thank you so much for your support.

Here you go – the next part of True Love Conquers All

Gulping huge amounts of air into his lungs, a heartbroken man put his head in his hands and choked back a dry sob. All they'd worked for, all they'd accomplished, and, and… he couldn't even remember why they were apart. Flames, burning, something had happened, an event. He had failed to get back to her, to help her. His eyes burnt more, and although he could not shed a single tear, inside he was drowning in his own agonising guilt. Even in his dreams he couldn't save her. Sighing softly to himself, the man who couldn't remember his own name fell back into a dreamless sleep, hoping it wouldn't end in his nightmare, and who was Jean…

"Shhh…" A baby was rocked gently, but still he cried. "Come on Nathan, please, it's ok."

"DADA!" Nathan Summers bawled at his mother, kicking as hard as he could.

Jean's eyes filled with tears, and she put her child against her shoulder and hugged him fiercely. "Dada loves you Nathan. He did this for us, my darling. He loves you."

Nathan's cries were muffled at first, but gradually he calmed down, listening to his mother's soothing voice and feeling that she was hurting too. He stretched his little fingers and clung to her blouse no longer struggling against her loving, yet firm grip. Jean kissed his temple and looked up at the ceiling, wondering about what she was saying again. Ten months old and he already understood a lot about human emotion, but he lacked a father to be with him, like he had had until a week ago.

"That's it Nate, calm down sweetie. Mummy's here."

Kneeling down, Jean put her hands beneath his arms and held him on his feet steadily, so she could look into his eyes deeply. He bounced by bending his knees and straightening them repeatedly, she couldn't help but smile. Innocent. The perfect word to describe him. The perfect word for a perfect little boy.

'He doesn't deserve this Jean… He needs to see his daddy…'

Using her telekinesis, the proud, yet recently widowed mother lifted her baby into his playpen. She smiled and leant over to kiss him again. "I'll be right back, baby. I want to show you something."

Nathan Christopher Charles Summers. Named after the two men Scott had regarded as a father, and one that they both had as well as a name that came to Jean whilst she was pregnant. It had been a strange thing, what she had experienced, as if through another's eyes, like she was her, but not… as if the woman giving birth had been almost an exact clone of her. It had scared Jean almost senseless, but Scott had just held her that night and rocked her to sleep, soothing away all her stress, tension and worry.

'He's an intelligent boy, very intelligent for how old he is. I must admit I am impressed with how Nathan's powers are evolving, even at his age. Already able to generate a forcefield around himself… He's a survivor, he'll make it in the world.' Jean's thoughts paused as she took out the picture she had of her and Scott's wedding day. She smiled at the memory and how his jaw had dropped when he'd seen her. A laugh escaped her and she touched the photographic Scott's cheek with her index finger. Sighing, she began to search for the family picture she'd had enlarged and copied, one with them all together on, a thought crossed her mind as she finally plucked it from the deep drawer. 'Wonder how the newest Summers is doing…'

At that second he was gazing around his room, his world, and his bottom lip was trembling again. Daddy had gone away. He'd seen the pretty colours from behind his mummy's arms. He'd seen daddy throw himself forward and disappear along with the bright, warm colours. He'd felt his mummy's pain and his daddy's love for them. But it didn't mean he understood. He was a very confused little boy, and he didn't understand where daddy disappeared to. Daddy had done that trick before along with Uncle Kurt, but he had come back when he cried, he'd come back real quick. Why didn't he now? Why didn't it work? Where was mummy!

"Dada…" He whispered to himself, then gradually grew louder. "Dada! DADA. DADA!"

He wanted to say the thing's his mummy did, he wanted her to know he loved her and it would be okay, daddy would come back with Uncle Kurt like always. But he didn't understand how she made the words, how she made the noises that she understood. This left him with a problem, and he could only try his best.

"DADA!" Jean came rushing back, hearing her baby yelling in her mind and vocally. She lifted him from the pen and lay down on the floor with him by her side. Putting the picture in front of both of them, she pointed to the handsome man many had only known as Cyclops.

"Dada Nate, there's Dada…" Nathan cooed and giggled, seeing his daddy again, Jean sighed with relief knowing that he would know him after all, if only in stories she would tell him, and pictures she could show him.

"Jean? May I have a moment of your time meine freunde?"

"Kurt!" Jean rolled over and smiled slowly at Kurt Wagner, Nathan's 'Uncle Kurt'. "Of course you can, hang on. Is Kitty with you?"

Kurt nodded, grinning so his fangs were showing, and Kitty Pryde appeared from behind the door frame. She spoke sarcastically, but with less fight than usual. "Where else would I be in this place? Not like I have other friends."

Jean made the effort and laughed. Hauling herself up, she walked over to the doorway and stepped outside the room. "Want to be a babysitter for however long me and your fiancé are talking?"

Kitty squealed and hugged Jean before rushing in to play with Nathan. He gurgled and squealed in greeting, mimicking every sound she made that wasn't a word. He loved playing with Auntie Kit, she could make things go through her, so if he threw blocks she wouldn't get mad at him, she laughed and tickled his tummy.

Kurt held out his arm to Jean, who smiled and took it, walking down the hallway until they were out of hearing range of the nursery. He looked dolefully at his long time friend and sighed heavily. Eyeing him closely, Jean put her hands on her hips.

"Spit it out Kurt, you know I'll listen."

Shuffling his feet, the teleporting mutant didn't know where to look as he spoke. "Jean, vell, ve vere thinking, my and ze ozzers, that ve should have a service for Scott. I know it hasn't been long, but ve all cannot move on until zen. It's hard, but ze ozzers Jean-"

Jean held up her hand to silence him, her head bowed and her hair covering her face. "I know Kurt. I can feel them all, inside my head."

"Zen surely you agr-"

"ENOUGH!" Her green eyes flashed with sudden anger and Kurt was flung back against the wall. He sat on the floor, dazed and confused by her actions. Jean knelt down as soon as she had pushed him. "Oh Kurt, I am sorry, it's just…"

"Vhat Jean?" Kurt spat, now feeling hurt and the wounds he had being trying to close fully open again. "You think none of us feel vhat you feel? Zat ve don't feel guilty or miss him at all? You are wrong Jean! Ve might not have the same pain as you, but ve still feel somezing!"

He teleported away from her as she opened her mouth to answer him, and Jean broke down into tears again. "But Kurt…" She whispered. "You aren't pregnant with a dead man's baby…"

Ororo turned back around the corner, now heading in the opposite direction she had wished to go. So that was the reason for her strange behaviour. Jean was with child, Scott's second no less. The teacher ran a hand through her hair and thought hard for a moment. They would need them all, Nathan, Jean and the baby. Ororo made a turn and headed to a bedroom where she knew she would find trustworthy assistance.

Professor Xavier sat at his desk, trying to mark papers from three weeks ago, but it was impossible for him to concentrate with the noise. No one was outside his room, nor even close, but their minds were screaming with increased vigour about how they felt and what they should do. His head was thrown back as an angry surge powered through his mind, followed by one of pure desolation.

'Kurt…Jean…' He would need to speak to them both separately. One thing he couldn't stand was his students, or ex-students, some now teachers, in any pain.

"'S open, come in 'Ro." Ororo opened the door and shut it quickly, almost running to where the room's occupant was lying sprawled on the bed. He was shocked to see her face wet by tears. He sat up as the distraught woman cried into his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, c'mon. Look at me 'Ro." Logan, the Wolverine, tilted her face up and looked deeply into her eyes. "Yep, I figured. What's wrong with Jeannie?"

Ororo shook her head and spoke between sobs. "Oh Logan, she's, Jean is acting strangely, and, oh Logan, and, I know why."

Logan sat up and gripped Ororo's shoulders, before hugging her to him, resting her chin on his own shoulder. "What is it 'Ro? Tell me. Please."

"She's…" Ororo breathed heavily and closed her eyes. "She's pregnant."

Eyes flaring, Logan stiffened and Ororo felt his claws make half a movement to pop out. "It's Scott's, Logan, it wasn't a mistake."

Feeling him relax again, she took the opportunity to turn in his grip and look up into his feral face. Un-smiling, he looked back at her and his brain clicked into gear and began to think of what they could do.

Jean… Jean's head jerked up from her renewed tears as she felt a familiar voice in her mind.

Jean, no… Please, no… NO! JEAN!

SCOTT! She answered, concentrating with all the strength she could muster. SCOTT, CAN YOU HEAR ME? SCOTT!

Without the energy to hold on, Jean slipped into unconsciousness, not hearing the answer. Scott…? JEAN!

Shocked into the harsh light of afternoon, the man who couldn't remember his name gazed at his hands and reached up to touch his red glasses. Scott. She had answered him, she had heard him, the woman, Jean, she knew him, she loved him. He was Scott, lover of Jean. He would get back to her.

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