Author's Note:This fanfic is based solely on the characters we see inthe X Men movies. I have never been a follower of the comics, so I don't know what events take place, and I am not basing any of my story on them. I get what I know from the movies, which is a bit difficult because there is so little focus on just one character, so I fill in for the rest. I'm not sure where I am heading with this or if I will continue it much farther, but it's giving me a little relief right now with the pain I am feeling towards these characters deaths(and I use the term lightly). We'll see how things go. Also, this is the first chapter and I'm not sure if they'll get much longer, I'm not good with lengthy writing.

Critisizism shows you're interest.

If there are any grammer or historical errors let me know.

Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form associate with X Men the movie(s), comic(s), or it's affiliates, I'm just a fan, and this is just for entertainment.


They say death gives you some sort of peace. It could've been hard to believe, no one really knew, but it makes things easier. There's less fear on either side.

He knew he wasn't dead.

Though he couldn't his body, his subconscious was working overtime, rushing through thoughts and memories too fast to comprehend in a normal state by an average being.

But he wasn't normal anymore. He never really was, but now more than ever he was different than most...and just because he was alive.

A cold breeze swept over his hand.

He snapped back into consciousness, and opened his eyes quickly. 'Damn it' he thought to himself and closed his eyes. But something was wrong. He slowly opened his eyes again. The bright light burned more than what was once a part of him.

He could see.

Not in shades of red, but every brilliant color. Green, blue, pink, orange. All there.

The shock distracted him from the simple concept of what was going on. Pain singed his body. Disorientation was the only thing he felt now.

What was going on?

The last thing he remembered was...

He heard a soft moan. Quickly getting up to greet what was there, he saw her. Her red hair was like a flame, just as he had remembered. All he could do was stare. She slowly got up to meet him, and gave the same misplaced stare.

None of this made sense, not one piece of it. From sight it might have, but he felt too different. He felt older...and weaker...and off balance. The puzzled look on her face told him the same thing.

Then he noticed something else. Her clothing, it was a bright and shiny red not as he had remembered.

She keeps staring in pure shock.

Gently moving towards her, he grabs her hand.

"Scott..." she mutters.

They move from the sandy beach of Alkali Lake to the hard stone where his last memories lie.

Not much could be said right then that would give anyone any solace. Whatever memories he was reliving, hers were worse. They didn't know what was occurring. So they waited; waited for the impact to not seem so upsetting.

This was no peace.

The wind picked up and the cold told them they couldn't stay much longer.

They got up and began to walk back to the place that was home, the only place that made any sense.