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.

People who reviewed.

Telepathic Angel: I can't do the time limit, but I have done it as quickly as possible.

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Wen1: Thank you again Wen!

jenskott: Thanks, and I agree, the others should have more faith in Scott and Jean.

Diaz F: Nathan's mind is younger, so he hasn't got the shielding, I thought, and the paternal link would help, Jean has a baby on her mind and her husband's 'death'. You shall see…

slickboy444: Your new story is awesome – Sinister Soldiers – I hope you update soon on that one! I adore little Nate, almost as much as Jean and Scott, and I think that he does play a big role in their life too.

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For you who made it again past my pre amble, here is the next part of True Love Conquers All!

Two hours. Jean had lain awake since the last dream, since she had failed to make contact. She knew she had to get up. She should, Nathan needed getting ready. But he couldn't be gone, not with all the messages, even though they were coded in some way. Orotiz, memories, Nathan hearing his father's voice, her dreaming of him talking to her. It all added up in some way. It had to.

Blinking tears from her eyes, she sat up and saw Nate kicking his legs and laughing to himself. Smiling at his actions Jean dragged herself from her bed and went slowly over to him. She leant her head on the wall next to the cot and watched him until he noticed her presence.

"Hello Nathan, sleep well hon?" She smiled and reached a hand down, which he grabbed tightly and cooed at. "I'll take that as a yes little guy. Come on."

Jean gently removed Scott's glasses from his other hand and lifted him up. "Bath time Nathan, we need you to look and smell nice."

"Dadadadadadadadada." Nathan babbled as he was taken into the bathroom. As Jean washed him, he giggled and blew spit bubbles, continuing to make noises and say the two sounds he knew were words. Jean blew raspberries on his tummy and smiled at his infectiously happy behaviour. Hearing a knock at their door, she lay a towel on her bed and put Nathan on it.

"Come in Kit, we're awake."

Kitty stepped in half surprised by Jean's obvious telepathic awareness, and half freaked by it. She hugged her friend and touched the black clothes she was wearing. "Had to borrow from Rogue almost. I don't usually do black, but then I remembered I had it from the last time…"

Touching the younger girl's shoulder, Jean gave her a small smile. "Last time, and then I came back. Do you want to take Nathan out of here for a while? I have to get ready, only it's taken me twenty minutes to sort him out this far."

Nodding, Kitty smiled. "Sure, just give me his clothes and me and Kurt'll sort him out. He'll probably end up rushing late in if he starts playing though. Kurt, I mean, Nathan will be ready."

"Thanks Kitty." Jean blew kisses to Nate as he was taken to be dressed and give her time to think, but the ceremony was distant in her mind still. All she could think about was if he was coming back, like she had.

He was indeed coming back, straining hard against the imprisonment Belasco had set upon him, knowing he would take the risk in order to save the others. Laughing bitterly at himself, one thought crossed his mind. 'Damn my reliability to act the hero.'

Scott took a deep breath and looked around. He needed someone who could help, Nathan had been tying him down, making him heard, but now he needed someone who had been trained, someone stronger. But Jean wouldn't listen, she was too preoccupied, or something was interrupting. Pausing on that thought for a moment, he cleared his head, Professor was the same, preoccupied. It would have to be someone who either wasn't a full time X-Man, or someone who didn't know them at all. All his senses flared suddenly, and Scott turned in a defensive stance to face the person behind him.

"Scott Summers? I am David Haller. I mean no harm."

Scott straightened, but his muscles still tensed. He looked over the man carefully and stopped as they locked eyes. So familiar, same shades of colour, if he wasn't mistaken. David laughed quietly.

"So even though you see only red, you can distinguish shades of colour? I am impressed Mister Summers, truly. The familiarity could be as I am your mentors son, his only child."

Freezing, Scott realised that that's where he had seen such eyes before and quickly did a double take. "But you're not a memory, so if you're Professor Xavier's son, then you have-"

"Yes," David interrupted smiling. "I got the same type of X-gene, meaning I too am a telepath, and a strong one at that, I believe stronger than my father, but I cannot prove that, nor ever will, at least not in a combat situation."

"So you could help me get out of here?" Scott's eyes grew wide behind his glasses and his heart beat fiercely against his chest as his hopes began to build.

"That is my reason for attending you in this place. On the condition, you must not tell Charles I exist, or who helped you other than Legion, for that is what I call myself."

Nodding eagerly, Scott still felt wary of David, but in all honesty, how could he get back without the help of a telepath. Shaking his misgivings aside, he set his mind and heart on his task. "Tell me what I have to do."

----Back at Xaviers ----

Jean sat on her bed in a black, loose skirt that reached just past her knees, looking at the shirt beside her that she would have to wear. Black, black and more black, it was plain depressing. It made her think of the future and all she could see was a hole in her heart. Scott was the only one who could fill it, and now, she checked her clock, there were only fifty-five minutes for him to get here and save her from condemning herself to admitting his death.

Kitty had dressed Nate and was playing with him and Kurt, trying to make his life easier, rather than let him see the others in pain. Even so, she couldn't help the tears that kept threatening to spill down her cheeks, and every few minutes she had to leave the two so she could control herself. Kurt could grin and bear it, knowing he had already cried and could do so afterward once more, but Kitty needed him, so he would be strong and protect the two, his godson and his fiancée.

Rogue stared at her reflection as she wiped off her heavy make up. One day without it, a tribute, she smiled. Putting down the tissue, she sighed and frowned at the girl in the glass as if it were her fault, then Rogue let a small, sad laugh escape her lips. 'See Scott, I can do without it all, I am a person underneath it all, just like you said I was.'

Ororo stood at her window and stared down at the gates, willing Scott's car to pull up and him to get out, even if he was just sulking, just so he would be there. She barely turned as Logan walked into the room and put a hand on her shoulder. Both of them stared down and were silent. Neither could find the words to express their individual thoughts, but the simple contact of his hand and her should conveyed everything they could muster in the harsh reality they would be forced to face for the final time as a group.

In Professor Xavier's office, there was an envelope on the desk, revealing a letter from Alexander Summers, telling them he would be there and why he had not returned sooner. But other than that nothing unusual stirred or lay in the room, and it's usual occupant was already in the foyer, casting his mind back to when he and Scott had first met and how stubborn he had been, then the courtship of Jean and Scott, through to their marriage and first child being born, up until that last mission. He sent a message out beyond the reaches of Earth:

This is a day of mourning… Scott Summers will be remembered and live on within us…forever

Legion smiled as he caught the message as it was transmitted. "They are waiting for you Scott, we don't have much time."

Scott nodded and tried to calm himself further. Relaxing his entire body and mind as Logan and the Professor had taught him, he focused on a single person. Jean. "Ready."

"GO!"

Concentrating his mental power, David sent a huge amount of his telepathy through Scott. He knew it was the only way, and that was the only thing restricting him from holding back so this man, a hero among others, would be spared the pain.

Grinding his teeth and feeling his whole body begin to throb, Scott closed his eyes tightly and snapped his head back, recoiling from the surge that flowed through him. His legs burned outwardly and froze internally, resulting in further agony as the two met and waged war through his skin and muscle. His stomach heaved and rolled, as his lungs raged with every breath he managed to take. His usually burning eyes rolled back in his head and throbbed, so he could feel every beat of his heart go through the blood vessels. Eventually he couldn't take it and a scream/yell erupted from him, tearing a hole through the plane of memory and catapulted Scott back into the real world.

As suddenly as it came, it stopped, and Scott was left breathing heavily and lying on his back. He rolled over and looked at the sign above him, holding his glasses on tightly. 'Welcome to Bayville.'

"It worked…" A smile came to his lips and he was on his feet in a flash. He checked himself for bruising and found only his torn costume back on him, and a watch which read nine forty-five am. Cursing to himself, he looked around and saw a half hidden motorcycle. Raising an eyebrow at the vehicle, Scott ran across and saw a note placed on the saddle.

- Dedicated to Cyke, who could never seem to accept it was my ride -

"Thanks Logan, you'll be glad you left her here." Scott smirked as he revved the engine and tucked the note into a crevice on the bike. "Jean, here I come honey. I'm home."

In a mansion in Bayville, a particular one that suffered many repair jobs and housed a strange variety of people, a lot of the inhabitants were gathering on the lawn. Jean stood inside and watched them; waiting for her friends to return with Nate and dreading the moment she stepped outside.

Kitty and Kurt appeared in a smoke cloud with a silent baby, who was confused suddenly. "Mama?"

Jean held out her arms for him and smiled gently to the other two as they left them alone in the mansion foyer. "I feel it too Nate, something's happened huh? Lots of mental energy focused, here on Earth yet not by the people in this plane. Very strange…"

She knew he probably didn't understand her, but getting it out helped her to calm her own mind. Glancing at her watch she winced at the time she saw. Nine fifty-three. Jean calmed herself and looked at herself in the mirror in the hallway and gasped. "Necklace!"

She bolted upstairs, carrying Nathan, as quickly as she dared, and went straight to her jewellery box, where she pulled a simple silver chain with two hearts entwined. "Daddy gave me this when we went on our first ever anniversary date, Nate, and I want him to know, where ever he is, that I still love the little things that he remembered and did."

Nathan smiled and gurgled at her strange behaviour, why wasn't she happy? He knew it had changed, but it was a good way, one that she should like. Uncle Kurt had done the BAM thing again! Auntie KittyKat had been there this time and he had too! Fun fun fun! Mommy should be laughing at what had happened just. But everyone was all bad and sad. He reached out a hand and pulled on her skirt, making a small noise as she was ignoring him and was just talking to herself.

"Sorry Nate, when the memories start, it's hard to stop them. Time, time, what's the time? Oh my goodness! We have two minutes to get down. Come on, we'll hurry."

Jean lifted him back up and floated them downstairs instead of running all the way. Ororo saw her from the doorway and smiled. "I was coming to find you. Are you both alright?"

Nodding mutely, Jean straightened herself up and took a deep breath before walking steadily to the door. "I'm ready. You go. I just need a moment."

Ororo gave her an encouraging smile and stepped back, returning to Logan and the Professor, whispering that Jean would be out in a moment. Jean herself looked again in the mirror and watched as her tears built. I guess this will be goodbye then Scott, I wish it were different

She stepped toward the door again and opened it, breathing in the fresh air, before taking a step outside. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she was thrown off balance by a strange occurrence. JEAN!

Jean's eyes widened and she raised her free hand to touch her necklace suddenly. Ororo took one look and ran to her side, along with Kitty and Rogue. "Jean? Are you quite alright? Jean?"

She didn't answer as she determined the location of the sender and the sound of an engine hailed all their ears. The gates remained closed, as the sound grew louder and the students ran back close to the school, leaving the X-Men at the front, Jean holding Nathan at the very front of them all. "Oh God…please…"

"Please what Jean?"

Kitty's question remained unanswered as a motorbike hurtled over the gates and slammed onto the drive, speeding toward them still at an alarming pace. Logan sniffed the air and was angered by the scent, until his keen eyes saw the driver.

"SCOTT!" Jean yelled as loudly as she could and began to run/fly across the grass to meet him. The rest of the team stood, stunned, watching them get closer and closer, until the bike skidded over and the man on it ran off and caught Jean in a tight embrace.

"Oh god, Jean. I thought I wouldn't make it, I was so worried about you. I missed you and I love you so much!" Scott's words were said as quickly as he could, trying to get them out and enjoy having her back in his arms again.

Jean could do nothing but cry and hold him to her, as Nathan resting on her hip in one arm decided to gurgle and yell, pleased as he was. "DADA!"

Scott let go of her, and took Nathan into his own arms, as Jean regained control over her tears. He kissed his son and hugged him tightly, promising to never leave him like that again. Nathan hugged him back and planted baby kisses on any part of his daddy he could reach, mostly being his shoulder, neck and jaw.

Happy as they were, they noticed the others heading for them as fast as they could, Alex as well. Scott put an arm around Jean's waist and held Nate close to him as they arrived. He noted her bump and gave her a quizzical look.

It's yours and mine Slim. Our baby. I was going to tell you that night. Nate's getting a little brother or sister

Scott's smile couldn't get any wider as it was, so he settled for giving her a kiss on her forehead and sending his love through their link. Love you Jean

Love you too Scott

The rest of the team gathered and Scott felt safe once more, he was home, as his mom had wished for him. Home, with his family and friends, eternally loved, and forever a hero among all mankind.

She smiled upon him from her seat beyond the living and dead; an angel with her angelic prince at her side. "I think he made it Chris, in more than one way."

"I agree Kate, love. I agree."

The two parents Scott had been born by, saved by and left by watched their eldest son be surrounded by the people who meant the most to him, yet still spare a thought for the ones not present. They smiled and sent their blessing to them all, reminding the universes and worlds that were and are:

Husband, X-Man, team leader, father already and soon to be twice, friend, brother, man, son, hero; Scott Summers, aka Cyclops, will be remembered forever, in the minds, hearts and lives of all.

One phrase he will always live by and one that should be noted: True love conquers all.

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