Disclaimer: All the characters aren't mine sob sob but the situations are, promise. They are plucked from my head.

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.

People who reviewed!

Telepathic Angel: Thank you and I didn't know methinks when I was writing it. I humbly apologise either way. And yeah I was thinking Rae, I know she's technically older, but Nathan gets to be big bro this time. By the way your fiction totally rocks!

Diaz F: Aha, you shall see on both accounts, I promise.

Wen1: Yeah, so at the moment she can hide it well, but it's not gonna stay that way forever…

spicybagel: 'Dada' was his first word, yes, and Rachel is on the way, and I will try and update so you don't get bored!

jenskott: Thank you, your review before really helped me, so this chapter's for you my friend! Belasco is a good comic character but I thought, spice things up this way and see how they deal with an evil sorcerer. Hope he wasn't too bad.

slickboy444: DUDE! I thought we needed a little more of the pairings, to show how they reacted at the time, then you could see partially why they were coping the way they were. I know Mr LeBeau isn't there apart from the flashback yet, but he will be around. Thank you!

BookJunkie: I know, Scottie is important, and he's needed. A little more about him in this one.

amazing redd phoenix: Belasco is a comic character, but I brought him in cause he's kinda evil and 'ugh' you know? He's a demonic sorcerer, who controlled Limbo at one time, but I think in the comic world he's dead or disappeared for now.

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ANYWAYS! All you people still here, all of you that still want to know, all who got past the thank yous (!) I give you, my latest creation… bows out

"Mister Scott, please allow us to assist. We can find you more proper attire."

"No." Scott smiled at the people around him, who over the last two weeks had helped nurse him back to his full strength and fitness. These people who called themselves Oroitz, they were good people and Scott felt like he knew some of their faces, should know their names, yet none would come. The leader, the queen if you would, was the most familiar, and it pained him not to know her name, or where he knew her from.

"Scott, please, my people and I only want the best for you."

Lowering his head, he saw her smile at him with her brown eyes and he slowly nodded. "Alright, alright, but only if I can keep this costume, or whatever it is." He gestured to the torn uniform worn by Xavier's students, the X-Men. "It might give me a clue to who I am."

Glowing, the leader stepped forward and took his hands. "Good, then it is done."

Scott couldn't help but be happy in her company and he couldn't shake off the feeling they were linked in some way. Never-the-less he left her company and went with some of the others to have clothes found for him. Standing watching him go, the brown haired woman smiled and shed a small tear.

"Be back soon my baby." The proud, yet understanding woman smiled as he disappeared entirely from sight. "Scott, I wish I could tell you more, if only you could ask. If only you could remember."

Katherine-Ann, leader and queen of the Oroitz, turned away and began to plan for the next part of his journey, packing his clothes as tenderly as she could in a small bag. 'Home.' she thought with mixed and changing emotion. 'He'll be going home…'

Home was where he was supposed to be, with his wife, their baby and his friends. Home was where Jean was about to break the news about her pregnancy, their new baby, their second baby.

Sitting on a high backed chair, Jean held Nathan nervously in her lap, waiting for her last friends to arrive as well as the Professor himself. She absent-mindedly exchanged Nathan's empty bottle with his dummy using her telekinesis. Ororo and Logan exchanged looks and edged closer to one another as they prepared for her finally being able to tell them.

"Sorry! Ve were-uh…" Kurt began as he and Kitty teleported into the room. Seeing almost everyone roll their eyes, he stopped and grinned. "Vell, it vasn't my fault. Blame her."

Kitty giggled and pulled Kurt down to sit on the floor with her, pressing a finger to his lips to quieten him. As they sat, Professor Xavier wheeled in and smiled at the group. He pressed his fingertips together and took a breath.

"Right, now I have called you all here for a good reason of which I am not even aware of. Jean wishes to talk to you all."

Jean stood and placed Nathan on the chair behind her, even more nervous now all eyes were on her. "I uh, I just."

Stopping she took a breath and smiled to herself, Scott was better at this stuff. That thought made her heart ache, so she closed her eyes and breathed out, before beginning again, opening her eyes to see them all wondering.

"Firstly I wanted to thank all of you for helping me and Nate. We do appreciate it, I do, but I needed to tell you all. I know I haven't been the easiest person to talk to, or help, but you all stuck at it and that means a lot. Secondly, I have to tell you all something, and it means I'll need your help for a while longer."

She smiled at the mock groans and the fake booing as she continued. "Three months ago, I discovered something. Something I wanted to share with Scott before anyone."

As a lot of eyes, including her own filled with tears they thought had past, Jean pressed on, closing her eyes once more. "I found that, I, I found out that I,…I was pregnant, and, the night we went on the mission. That was the night I was going to tell him. I just… I'm having his baby. His second child. And I don't need your support, but I want it so badly. You guys were his family and mine. I just want this baby to know the love we have, we are, and Nathan is."

Nathan gurgled loudly, breaking the silence that followed her words, causing a few of them to smile and one or two to laugh quietly. He didn't like the quiet, not when they all looked so strange. First Mummy had been sad, but now she was not happy and not sad. Everyone else was the same and it confused him. A person could only be happy or sad, there wasn't another one if the tricky things to deal with, was there? Grown-ups. Strange things. Worse than the colours that his mummy dreamt about, more confusing. Least she told him about the colours and showed him them. Pretty colours, nice and bright. He looked at the man with the fuzzy face, the one near Auntie Ro, Uncie Logan. He looked worried, poor grown up, poor fuzzy face. Nathan reached out and tried to show Uncie Logan how much he loved him and wanted him to be happy.

An ornament rose from the side and flew towards Logan as Nate lost control of what he was doing. Jean tried to react but was already distraught by her confession, so as Logan stood to bear his Kurt teleported and grabbed the ornament, 'porting back by Kitty clutching the safe ornament against him. Xavier looked at Nate in amusement and interest.

"I think Jean, that Nathan would be much safer here, as would you and your baby. More than then I want you here, I wish you all would stay. For as long as you desire this will be your home and my doors open to you all."

Logan, still standing, nodded. "He's right Jeannie. We'll help ya all the way. I'll always be here f'r ya, always."

Kitty helped Kurt up and nodded eagerly. "Jean we're here too, both of us, always."

"Ja, Katzchen is right. Ve von't leave you alone in this Jean."

Jean's eyes filled with tears as she listened to her friends promises of help and loyalty, but Ororo was the one to stand and hug the woman tightly, to give her physical comfort as well as verbal. Logan stayed back as the two women hugged and exchanged murmured words of well wishes and thanks.

Kitty picked up Nathan who was giggling cheerfully at his display of power and how fast they had all moved. He cooed at Kitty when she came closer and let her pick him up. Kurt and her were about to take him to his playroom when he started wriggling and whimpering loudly. Kitty turned back and Nathan twisted screaming and pointing.

"DADA! DADA DADA DADA DADA!"

The others turned to look at him, then span to see where he was pointing. Jean let out a small sob and smiled. Her son, Nathan, was pointing at the picture they'd taken of Scott and Jean on their wedding day, a picture he'd never seen before. But he kept crying and flexing his fingers at the picture, tears rolling down his cheeks as he bawled and bawled. Kitty bit her lip as she handed him across to Jean and buried her face in Kurt's shoulder, before turning to watch the pair as the room fell silent apart from Nathan's continued cries.

"Shh, shh… It's okay Nate, it's okay. Look, look." Jean levitated the picture down and let Nathan pad his palms against it. "See, Dada. It's okay honey, see?"

"Dada?" he queried and was delighted by her nod.

"Yes, Dada."

Nathan's mood switched again and he gurgled happily, still running his fingers over Scott's face, his eyes flicking over them both. "Dada… Mama… DADA MAMA!"

He burst out laughing and patted both images as Jean's eyes filled with tears again, this time with happiness. "Yes Nate, Dada and Mama."

Behind them all, Rogue smiled and shook her head, walking outside to be alone with her thoughts. It was her fault he was gone. He had stayed there 'cause she'd been dumb enough to get captured by the evil son of a b-

'No, ah won't stoop down to that. Ah can't, Scott never…'

Her thoughts were broken and she continued across the grounds. He had never done that, not once when any of them had been around, never dropped his guard, or showed weakness, except for that of the overwhelming love he had for his family and friends, but especially Jean. Rogue felt guilty, more so because of the jealousy she had for Jean. She knew they were meant to be, Jean and Scott seemed like the perfect couple, soul twins, soul mates. But she admitted, she had never felt that kind of feeling for someone else, not her parents as they didn't care, heck her parents were Destiny and Mystique, why should they care or she care about them. Her brother she loved, Kurt was younger and needed something to make sure he didn't lose it entirely. Logan was a friend, someone like her, but not to love. Pietro was sweet, but a creep. The only man who had proclaimed love for her and stuck to it was…

'No. No. That Swamprat aint getting' even a thought like that outta me.'

"Bonjour chere?"

"Gambit!"

Remy LeBeau stepped from the shade beneath the tree and studied her closely. "I know Remy don't look the best o' them all, but he aint that bad chere. I came back."

"So ah guessed. Why'd you leave?" Rogue was startled to see him, especially after his speedy departure.

"I thought… I guess I blamed myself for what happened. If I hadn't gone all crazy 'bout you bein' stuck behind that madman, poor Scottie wouldn't 've had to face off wid him." Remy couldn't meet her eyes and bowed his head.

Rogue smiled sympathetically. "Thank you Remy. Knowin' you'd try an' save me makes me feel better about things. Ah think Scott wouldn't have wanted you to blame yourself."

Swallowing tightly, her eyes were bright with wetness that she refused to let seep from them. "Ah think he'd want you t' help us remember him. He helped you into the team, even if he had misgivin's and he trusted you as a member. He made his own choices Remy, just as he wanted us to make ours. Mah opinion, he gave us one last order."

Choking on his words, Remy smiled up, less brightly than usual, his eyes remaining sad. "What's that? T' stay outta trouble? I can't give no promises on that one."

Rogue laughed and held his face between her hands. "Live Remy, he ordered us to live. He told us all that when he made that choice, that sacrifice."

Remy broke down and fell to his knees, holding her hands against his face. Rogue followed him, giving in to her own pain and crying with him. Sitting there, they let go of everything.

From the living room, Jean heard her friends' words and smiled at the pair, holding Nathan to her and letting the others go about their usual business. She bounced Nathan against her hip and made him giggle. Rubbing her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss, Jean laughed with him and walked to the door way.

Professor. Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me, to us

Jean, you have no idea what it means to me that you would want to stay here with us all. Please don't hesitate to ask for anything

Smiling at her mentor and friend, Professor Charles Francis Xavier, Jean took her baby back up to their rooms and began to think about what she would need to plan. Nathan crawled up and down his mummy's bed cooing at all the things he could remember and giggling at the things he didn't. Jean turned and smiled at his antics.

"You're going to have a baby brother or sister Nathan, yes you are" Jean tickled his chin and smiled wider as he began to laugh harder. Removing the top she had had concealing her pregnancy, she put a hand against the bump that was a living thing, a living person. "See Nate? Baby."

"Mama." Nathan answered sternly and Jean could've sworn he was Scott when he was taking instructions, then his mouth became a circle before he screwed up his eyes and laughed harder.

"Smelly baby Nathan." Jean pretended to scold him as she lifted him above her head and blew raspberries on his bare tummy. "Let's go change you before you give Mama a headache from your nasty smells."

Singing to herself and Nathan as she moved to go and change him, she was so pre-occupied she didn't feel the tickle at the back of her mind or the sigh of hers and Scott's link sparking to life for a brief moment.

Jean? Jean… Who are you… Where are you…

"Any luck?" Scott's concentration broke as the queen came in.

"No, she didn't hear me again."

"Oh Scott, she will, I'm certain she will."

Scott sighed and looked up at her. "I know, it's just taking so long and I hate feeling so helpless."

Smiling knowingly, Katherine-Ann handed him his bag and helped him to his feet. Several of the other cloaked figures seemed more familiar to him as time passed, and he couldn't help wondering who they were. Scott looked at them curiously and shook his head.

"Something wrong?" Katherine enquired, her eyes shining strangely.

"Yeah…" Scott paused and looked at her. "Who are you? Really. Why are you all so familiar to me?"

Katherine clapped her hands together in joy and hugged her son to her. "Oh Scott, I was right not to worry."

Awkwardly, he hugged her back and nodded. "Yeah, you were, uh about what?"

"Scott." Katherine let go and took his hands instead. "We're, I'm… We're Oroitz. Not the Oroitz, just Oroitz love. Memories."

"Memories?" Scott looked at her confused and his head spun. "My memories."

"Yes, your memories. Scott, try. Try as hard as you can.

He shook his head again as all the people began to blur around the edges. "Mom…?"

"Scott, go home my son, go home…"

"MOM!" Scott's eyes burnt and the 'people' around him span and blurred. He fell to his knees in blinding agony. "MOM! JEAN! N…. Nathan?"

In his bed, hours had passed and Nathan was asleep when he heard a strange noise.

N… Nathan?

"Dada." He murmured sleepily and smiled, falling into a deep sleep about his Dada coming home.

"It's alright Nathan, I miss him too." Jean smiled, pulling his small blankets up over him. She leant over and kissed his forehead gently, before going back to her bed and slipping beneath the covers and hugging Scott's pillow to her chest. She inhaled his scent that was slowly fading as time passed.

"Goodnight Scott, wherever you are."

That's all for now. Maybe that will answer some questions, though a few more are probably made… Oroitz means memory by the way. I thought it would be appropriate, there is a good reason and I will reveal it later, promise.

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