The Aftermath

Chapter 5: What should have happened

Scott's POV

For the past few weeks I find myself either living in the med lab, watching my daughter take test after test, or in my room, thinking of what the locket means. I don't even know how I got it. I could have sworn that I saw Jean. She was right there. I saw her and now people think that I'm going crazy. They think that I found her locket. I didn't she was wearing it when Magneto murdered her.

Magneto. The man I despise. He took her from me. He's just an egotistic, power hungry, sadistic man. He killed her because he feared that she would one day revert back to the Phoenix and destroy him! He killed an innocent woman to save his own neck. He killed her right in front of my eyes.

He thought that Jean would be the end of the Earth, but his own daughter lost her mind and almost did that for us! He hasn't killed her. That's hypocritical though. Rachel can do it to, and the scary part is, she could do it faster and not even know it.

The snow has all melted away. The cold bitter winter has gone. Now it is time for the Earth to be reborn and to move on. I need to move on. It has been almost a year since that happened. Everyone tells me that she wouldn't want me to sulk and be disconnected from the world. I can't help but think that Rachel and me were the only ones who haven't forgotten her.

The ceremony is going to be held in a few hours. It will be small for the Shi'ar have murdered her entire family. I hate the Shi'ar. They're the whole reason that Jean ever became the Phoenix! If it weren't for Lilandra we never would have went into space. If it weren't for the Imperial Guard Jean, Phoenix, would not have committed suicide in front of my eyes. If it weren't for D'Ken and the Em'ckron Crystal she would still be here. But she came back.

She came back after all of that. I have to believe that she will come back. The necklace is a sign that she will it has to be. I can't go on without her. I thought I could, but that was only when Emma was influencing me. Now she's not and I'm more somber and morose than ever.

I only have one piece of Jean left, Rachel. Rachel is the only reason that I am still here. It's not Rachel's fault that her family is gone. It's my fault too. If I had been a good leader I wouldn't have fallen in love with her. If I were a good leader I would have been there when her family was ripped away. If I were a good leader none of this would have happen. If I were a good leader she would still be here.