The red car drove on through the never ending highway. The road seemed to be leading the car instead of the driver in the front seat. They were headed North and never wanted to come back. Her brilliant red hair was flowing back behind her in the breeze her tears were strewn down her face making her glisten. He had Brownish slightly red hair. His eyes were like nothing anyone had even seen before. They were red and black; they won every girl that had ever crossed his path including the girl driving in the front seat. If anyone could stop her it would be him.

"Come on mon Chere," Gambit said smiling at her. "Let's go back home."

"No I'm not going back there again! Every time I go there I end up getting hurt. I don't want to go back to Magneto either so get that scared look off your face. I'm tired of working for an old man's dream. It's time I find my own dream," Jean said more cold than she intended to be.

I'm tired of Spinning my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go and heel I need to get there pretty quick Hey mister what you got here on that lot that you can sell me in a pinch

"You need that place and you know it," Gambit told her.

"No I don't," Jean said exasperated.

Maybe one of them supped up muscle cars The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are No I don't need leather seats All that really concerns me is

"You need help," he told her.

"No I don't," she said annoyed.

Speed How fast can it go Can it get me Over her quickly 0 to 60 Can it out run a memory Yeah all I really need is an old dirt road And a whole lot of speed

"You be screaming in the night, cher. Don't tell me that's a lie to. You know that it isn't. you may not be screaming out loud but you definitely be screaming. I hear you in my head and I can't take it anymore cher. You need help and I'm going to make sure you get it just like you did for me," he lectured.

I need to trade in this old truck Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up You see it's the first place we made love Where we used to sit and talk To the radio all night long And now she's gone And I need to move on So give me

Speed How fast can it go Can it get me Over her quickly 0 to 60 Can it out run a memory Yeah all I really need is an old dirt road And a whole lot of speed

"Or you'll do what," Jean said.

Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us Tear off that rear view mirror there's nothing left to see Let me lean on that gas Wow she catches up fast So give me

"You know if you keep running, she's won."

"Gambit, You're making less sense than you usually do," Jean said.

"You keep running it makes it look like you gave up. And Remy knows that you don't give up so why don't we go back and try to make this work," he said trying to use reverse psychology on her.

"Fine but this is the absolutely the last time that I go back to this place," Jean said. The red convertible turned around and headed home as the sun just started to rise on the horizon.

Speed How fast can it go Can it get me Over her quickly 0 to 60 Can it out run a memory Yeah all I really need is an old dirt road And a whole lot of speed That's a what I need.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters At the same time

"Ah can't believe that you're punishing me for what she did!" an angry southern girl yelled at her superiors.

"As much as it hurts me to say this, Jean has left us once again," a middle-aged man said sitting behind the large mahogany desk. "Therefore I cannot punish her for what she has done."

"So Ah get punished because she threw me into the wall! That's like punishing Kurt because he has a tail!" Rogue said angry.

"Please try to understand, Rogue. You are not being punished because of what Jean did to you; you are being punished because you have been acting like a jealous three year old and that will not be tolerated in my school. I treat all my students the same. I expect my students to do that as well. Jean's psyche is very fragile at the moment. Her powers are growing very rapidly and she needed a place to rest and recuperate in her time of need. I truly believed that she wanted to return, even if was just for Gambit's health," the Professor lectured his young student.

"You're treating her like she's a baby! She's not the only one that you promised to help Professor. What about Kitty, Kurt, Alex, Scott, and me?" Rogue said angry.

"Listen kid," Logan said entering the conversation. "Nobody's taking Jeannie's side here. Jeannie was our first attempt at this school and we failed her. Even though none of us want to admit it we did. We also haven't failed anyone else. We can only help you if you come to us. Nobody has come to us in a while darlin' so why don't you calm down, except your punishment and move on."

"No way! Not until somebody tells me exactly what I've done wrong!" Rogue yelled.

"The way you have treated Jean in her time of need was most horrendous. I would have expected you, of all people, to understand what she's going though! She is having trouble controlling her abilities, especially her empathic ones! I seem to recall a girl who had come to this institute, who was alone, afraid, and confused seeking for help. She got hers and Jean was looking for hers too," the Professor said.

"So I'm getting punished for not worshiping the ground she walks on like everyone else!" Rogue said missing the point again.

"No. I will not explain myself again to you Rogue. You are dismissed," the Professor said waving his hand and feeling exhausted. Rogue left the large study with a loud crash of doors.

"You did the right thing Charles," a sympathetic Storm told him. Storm who was a kind gentle woman gave her sympathy to the old man. She knew how much Jean meant to Charles. He was the daughter of his best friend and when Jean left here she also left her family in Annandale-on-the-Hudson. Her family hasn't seen her since and Dr. Grey never forgave him for the loss of his youngest daughter. Jean had touched them all and so had Rogue. Storm couldn't bare having Jean and Rogue both mad at them. "Maybe we should all get some sleep."

"Not yet," Logan said straining his ears.

"Why not," Storm said reproachfully.

"Somebody's come home," he said and smiled.

Speed belongs to the one and only MontgomeryGentry and everything else, minus the plot, goes to Marvel.