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.

My Reviewers

Diaz F: You shall see, glad you like the jist of things!

jenskott: Yeah, sorry, I should've put like a seperator between them, it was kinda like a flash from scene to scene, sorry. And yes, they made contact, because if you remember in the first chapter, he yelled for her in his dreams, as Nathan cries for him and she calls out as if he is there. Aye-aye, I will try harder, thank you.

Wen1: Sowwie! Yay! I'm glad it's not like totally hidden.

slickboy444: DUDE! You rock too, love your fics, so I am truly honoured curtsies humbly Nathan needs a voice! And as he can't talk then all I can tell you are his thoughts, poor baby… pats Nathan on the head gently Sweet little baby. Anyway, continuing with your wish…

jacx: Thank you totally! We'll see how it pans out in the end for them all.

And now drum roll the next part of my fiction! Enjoy!

One month… Nathan was almost a year old. Jean was three months gone, and still she hadn't come clean to anyone, and still she didn't know Ororo had heard her. Things were hard, of course they were. But people were starting to calm down around the mansion, starting to move on from the events that rocked all their worlds.

Jean had agreed to a service after a long conversation with Professor Xavier. Kurt had apologised as she had. Everyone had taken turns in helping Nathan adjust, but he still cried in the night. He still screamed for his dada and it was all his mummy could do not to break into her own tears as she cradled him against her.

Logan heard all yells, all the whispered soothing words. He was frequently visited by Ororo in the middle of the night, her shivering and scared by the nightmares that were plaguing her. They shared their grief in different ways. He was the protector, she was being held close to a beating heart.

Shaking him his arms, Ororo found a comfort and her fears were quelled. Holding her to him, Logan found a softer side and a peace he hadn't known in years. Together, they could forget the past, future and present, concentrating on only breathing steadily and resting easily.

A little further down the hall, Kurt lay staring at his ceiling, wishing with all his heart he could change the past, teleport through time and stop this future from happening. Kitty lay on her side with her back to him. She knew how hard it was for him, for all of them. They'd all just…known when it had happened. Wide awake, she knew it was harder for some of them: Professor, Jean, Logan, Ororo, Kurt, Rogue. They'd seen it happen. Watched as their son, student, lover, friend had chosen to let them live, chosen to take the risk himself and chose the world, his world and friends, over his own life. Squeezing tears away from her eyes, Kitty slept uneasily, as Kurt watched the scene replay over and over.

----FLASHBACK----

Bayville Park, close to midnight, paired up and ready, the X-Men moved forward. Keeping in contact, thanks to Jean mindlinking them, they could move with ease and precision. Holding a hand up, Cyclops turned to his wife.

Jean? I can hear him

Phoenix turned her head and listened closely. Her eyes shone brighter as she heard what her husband had a moment earlier. She touched his shoulder lightly and looked ahead. I can feel him now Scott, you're right

Not smiling, Scott Summers retained his mask of control and sent a message to the other X-Men, who turned to surround the location Jean made clear. Standing tall, Cyclops, team leader, walked into the clearing and glared at the back of a man's head.

"Turn around slowly mister or you'll have a hole in that skull of yours." He commanded sternly, one hand reaching up to rest against the switch that would open his visor and unleash his deadly eye beams.

A cackle of mad laughter was heard and the man refused to turn. He rocked his arms and cackled again, spinning quickly and holding the treasure in his arms, over his heart. Cyclops' mask slipped momentarily, before he put it back into place and clenched a fist with his free hand.

"Hand him over Belasco. He doesn't belong with you."

"No no no. But neither does she and you can't have both can you."

"What?" Scott was caught off guard and took a step back, as Belasco pointed to where Rogue was hanging limply in mid air.

"ROGUE!" Remy yelled and darted forward, breaking formation.

"Gambit, no!" Cyclops called as the panic-stricken man ran forward to stand between the mad demonic sorcerer and the woman he loved, Wolverine grabbed him before he reached there however and Scott could almost see his anger as Logan's mouth barely moved telling the thief to wait.

"What do you want Belasco? I'm not kidding around here. You have two things that belong to us, and trust me, we are taking them back."

Half crazed after his last defeat by the exact foes that stood against him now, Belasco muttered to himself, rocking his arms and beginning to talk aloud to the team leader.

"I want my domain back Cyclops, my home that you tore from me!" He spat the words as if they were poison. However they didn't move Cyclops.

"Touching Belasco, but what do you want with Rogue and Nathan?"

Jean choked back a sob as she saw Belasco run a hand over her baby's head. She fought hard within herself to hold back and wait for Scott's go ahead. Wolverine growled and kept hold of one of Gambit's arms, as he gazed miserably at Rogue. He changed his mind suddenly and spoke loudly and clearly.

"If you need someone's life t' get your stupid domain, Gambit be glad to switch with Rogue up dere."

Belasco laughed loudly at Gambit and cursed loudly. "No. I don't want you, you're worthless."

Cyclops stepped back and took the lead again. "Name what you do want, or we'll be forced to presume you just want a fight."

Throwing evil glances around him, Belasco stepped back toward Rogue and lifted Nathan in front of his face. Shaking him at the X-Men, he gathered energy around his hands. "I need nothing! I need you to watch as I, Belasco, take control of Limbo once more!"

Phoenix, Storm, NOW

A blast of red energy hit Belasco square in the chest as Scott sent his commands to his team. Nathan fell from his captor and was held up by his mother's power, as Storm flew down to catch him. Scooping him into her arms, Storm found she couldn't leave the area, as Belasco screamed with fury and sent a shockwave converting into a barrier around the battleground.

"You should not have done that CYCLOPS! YOU WILL PAY!" Belasco darted to Rogues's side and began to weave his evil spell.

"Wrong move mon ami." Gambit hissed as a card touched Belasco's back and exploded, causing him to stumble and crash into Rogue's body.

"You! Thief! Aid me or I will kill her!" Belasco threatened, trying to get into the psyche of Remy LeBeau.

"Well, lemme t'ink about that one Belasco… hmm…" Gambit put a hand aginast his chin, before his eyes flared up. "Rogue would rather die than see me help you, so how about NON!"

Good man Gambit Scott sent as he fought his way through the demons Belasco had summoned to be in front of the crazed sorcerer.

Both men stood looking at each other, neither moving, neither speaking, not ready to give anything away. The battle raged around them, ending as Wolverine retracted his claws from the head of the last one. Jean held her son close to her, as Ororo and Logan flanked her. The other X-men assembled behind the three and Gambit joined them, waiting to see what Scott and Belasco would do.

"It's over Belasco."

"No… you're finished Cyclops." An insane grin lit his features and he flung Rogue's body at Remy, who flew backward with the weight, having caught her awkwardly.

Take Rogue and go Gambit, let the Professor check her out Jean told him as he scrambled to his feet and bolted toward the mansion, carrying Rogue tightly to him.

Everyone else, go

Scott didn't release Belasco's eyes from his gaze, but the tone even in their minds was one of an order, and not a request. Phoenix, Wolverine, Storm and Kurt stayed, their eyes burning as they watched.

We can't leave you Scott. I won't go back without you

Unable to think of an answer, Cyclops spoke again to Belasco. "You have nothing to bargain with. Nothing to reason with. Give me one good reason I shouldn't blast you back to hell."

A car skidded around the corner and slid to a stop to the right of the confrontation. Rogue stepped out a second after he spoke, her posture one of absolute fury. "Where's that good f'r nothing pig?"

Jean quietened her with a look and changed her focus back to her husband.

Belasco sneered and cackled again. "You have won this battle, I will return to 'hell' as you put it, but this I promise you. I will bring this world there with me."

A startled gasp escaped the watchers and Cyclops took another step forward, raising his hand to his visor again. "Unless-" Belasco continued. "Someone can take their place, and no ordinary human, it must be a mutant, a strong one."

An evil grin passed across his face. He whispered the last two words, almost hissing them. "A leader."

Scott knew what he was intending and let loose a blast that could have ripped through a hillside. Belasco disappeared and his laugh remained as a swirling haze appeared where he had been, transforming into flames and a vortex.

Cyclops was the closest and he stepped back, almost burnt by the intensity even from ten feet away from the centre. Jean turned Nathan's face away and the others moved away in shock. Logan gripped Jean's shoulder tightly as Scott looked into the heat.

"SCOTT! LEAVE IT, WE'LL FIND SOME WAY OF STOPPING IT." She cried above the roar, and Scott turned to look at her. He shook his head.

"It'll be too late." He spoke at his normal volume, but she could hear every word thanks to their link, as could the others.

"We have to stop it now Jean, the world is at risk. You and Nathan are. All of us will be."

"No… SCOTT NO!"

"I'm sorry Jean, but I love you more than that. I won't let him take you with him."

He stepped closer to the vortex and she screamed, tears running down her face and causing Nathan to twist to see his Daddy close to the bright thing that was swirly-whirly. 'Pretty!' he thought, before he felt his mummy react and he looked at his daddy again.

Cyclops stood amidst the flames, his whole body feeling as though it would explode, then he dropped it all. He dropped the leader mask and was Scott Summers, father, husband, friend, teacher. He looked back at his wife and baby. One by one, his eyes flicked from face to face, remembering them all enternally and finishing how he begun. One girl through it all, and she was still there. A smile came to his lips, but they refused to show it. Forming a goodbye to the woman he loved the most, Scott Summers threw himself upon the hell-bringing evil and his body twisted as he fell, allowing him to see their faces again.

"SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Jean yelled as he sent his goodbye and cried her name.

Then it was gone. Blackness held the man who was Scott Summers and the X-Men were left in an empty scarred park to pick up the pieces and live for the man who had died.

----END FLASH----

Rogue couldn't bear it, what he had done for them. She cursed Belasco and all he had done to them all. She cursed herself for not being faster. She cursed Scott for being so noble. She cursed herself to sleep…

Jean put her son back into his crib, in their room, hers, Nathan's, the baby's… and Scott's. She smiled down at Nathan and stroked his head before returning to lie on the huge bed she had shared. It seemed too big, too much for one person, and jean felt like she was slipping away into something bigger every time she lay on it. She sighed heavily and allowed her thoughts to run freely.

'Scott is dead, the service is in a month. But why can't I believe it? Why am I hanging on…'

Troubled she cast out her mind, like she had done almost every night since his death. She was doing it less now, it used to be every twelve hours, then every night, then every other night…She was giving up, losing hope, accepting, though she didn't know it. Her heart would never let her stop completely though. She would never lose everything. Never.

Scott…where are you my love…

Somewhere close by, yet thousands of miles away, the man who had his name and purpose looked around him, shaking his head from the voice that sounded. He knew it was her. He knew it had to be. She couldn't hear him reply, she couldn't feel him answer, though he had been trying; it's hard to try and contact someone when you don't even know who you are.

People were scattered around the area outside the room he had lain in for weeks, and everyone seemed to know he was there, yet they did not crowd. All were garbed in hooded robes, but the robes were close enough to show each ones gender, and the hood's thin enough to allow their hair to be seen. Beautiful people, kind people, ones that knew things they could, not would, ever reveal. All felt his presence, but they allowed the chosen one of their colleagues to greet the newly risen man.

"It is good to see you have awaken truly."

"Scott. My name is Scott." He told the woman and took her hand to raise her from the curtsy she had dropped into. Smiling brightly, the woman lead him to a table where there was spread a variety of food and drink, a table set for a hero, one such as he.

"I have to find her. She holds the answers."

"Who, Mister Scott? Who holds the answers?"

"Jean…"

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