A/N: Hidy-ho, my friends! Calvary Call MyOrli has returneth to you wonderful readers! Good to be back. Anyways, I updated as soon as I could. Sorry if I wasn't fast enough, lol. And I apologize cuz I can't keep up with sendin' r&rs to ya'll writers. L8ly I try to just post as fast as I can and that's all I can do aside from checking my r&rs cuz until the school year starts again, I can't get on here muchy. But enough of my yakkin'. Enjoy the show! I mean…chapt. HeeHee!

Disclaimer: It doesn't take a psychic to know what I gonna say.

Storm came out of hiding when she heard Jean stop. When she saw Jean sprawled on the ground, she decided it was safe enough to approach.

"Jean..?"

Jean opened her eyes, "Hey, Ro," she said with a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Sure. I just--my side hurts. Feels like Logan stabbed me or something."

"He didn't," Hank assured her as he drew near. "He's with Scott." In a low voice to Storm, he added, "It's a marvel, for it seems he has succeeded."

"But why do I hurt?" Jean pressed as she sat up with difficulty. "If there's no--"

"Furball! Storm!" Came Logan's voice. He was a few yards away, half-carrying Scott in a tow. "A little help, here!"

"Scott…" Jean began to get up, but Rogue stopped her.

"No, ya better stay down, sugah."

As Logan and Scott drew near, Storm was horrified to see Scott holding his side with his right hand as his left was over Logan's shoulder. What's more was that his hand—and his jacket and the top left of his jeans—was swimming in something red. It seemed clearly to Storm and the rest of the X-Men as—

"Blood," Angel observed.

"What happened?" Kitty asked.

"Never mind," Logan hasted.

"We better get you inside, Slim," Beast said as he looked him over. "C'mon. You'll take a ride on the Blue Boy Express," he added as he surprisingly began pick him up.

"I can walk, Hank."

"No, you can't! You couldn't even get here without help." Scott finally gave in eventually and Beast carried him back to the med bay of the torn jet. The rest followed. Rogue and Colossus helped Jean back. Storm remained behind, glaring daggers at Logan.

"What?" Logan asked as if saying, 'what are you looking at me for?'

"You know what, Logan! What made you think you had to go and do something stupid like that?"

"Look, it was my only choice." He simply said, wanting to drop the subject and began to walk off.

Storm stopped him, holding his forearm like a vise, "You could've killed him!"

"Well, I didn't!"

"He may be close to it, now! Dammit, Logan! I can't believe you would go and do something so careless!"

"Hey, Storm," but Ororo began to walk off. Logan, however, continued to yell after her. "If I had a different road in fronta me, I wouldda taken it. If you were there, you wouldda understood how desperate things got. I only deliberately kill guys who deserve it!"

Jet

"Look, Hank," Scott argued as Beast attempted to clean his wounds. It wasn't easy because Scott made a lousy patient. "I'm fine. It's just a little bleeding--"

"A little?" Bobby repeated. "you're bleedin' rivers, here!"

"Logan did what was necessary at the time."

"Yes, we've established that," Hank replied. "But I need to treat these wounds or you're likely to bleed to death."

"Why are you making such a big fuss about three little gashes?"

"For someone who lost a lot of blood," Kitty pointed out. "You still got enough fight ta argue about injuries."

"Now, listen, Scott. These are not just little gashes. They are fatal lesions. Now, I need to treat these. You and I are normally teammates, but right now, you're a patient, and I'm your doctor," Hank sternly continued. "And I am gonna see you back to health!"

"Gimmie a break, already, Hank! I'm here, alive, and fine. Just put a bandage on it and let me rest for a minute."

"Scott, calm down," Storm said, slightly shocked. Scott rarely got easily worked up. "You shouldn't get so enraged."

"Dammit! Don't tell me I shouldn't get enraged!" the room shook for a minute and suddenly stopped. Cyclops dropped his glare and looked around the room at the stunned X-Men. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean--"

"No apology is necessary," Beast continued with his task.

Muir Island

Note: As far as i know, i don't think Miora knows much about Scott's 'death' and the Dark Phoenix thing that happened in X3. and I decided to pick up where it left off in that little 'Easter Egg' at the end of the credits.

Miora McTaggart (sorry, I couldn't remember how to spell it right, so I guessed) strolled off to start her daily work one bright, sunny morning. Everything was back to normal now that the Brotherhood showed no more threats or whatever and Magneto was in a retirement home, powerless. Of course, the loss of her old and dear friend, Charles Xavier still haunted her. Poor Charles. She never could put in words how heartbroken she was. Yet again, she knew everyone has to die sometime. It's just that Charles was a man whom some people—like herself—never thought could die. It was hard to imagine. But it wasn't so hard now that it actually happened.

She mostly felt for the X-Men. How broken they must be. Their mentor gone. She wondered how they had been adapting. How well Cyclops handled the school, him now being the Professor. Miora slightly laughed within herself. Professor Scott Summers. The name may take time getting used to. Especially for him. And then it dawned on her. How forlorn Cyclops must be! Charles Xavier was the closest thing he had to a father. His real parents were dead and now so was his surrogate father.

She abandoned her dark thoughts when she stepped into the Born-With-No-Conscience man's room, "Hello. Good morning," she walked over to a table and set her books and such down. She then suddenly heard a voice.

"Hello, Miora."

Miora stopped dead for a split second. She knew that voice. But how could it be so? The man to whom that voice belonged was dead! She turned to see the man smiling at her (well, as best as he could). She was stunned. She didn't know what to say. She was speechless. All she could say in her astonishment was, "Charles!"

"Hello, again, my dear."

"How can it be?" Miora kneeled next to him.

"A telepath's mind is full of surprises."

"Yes, of course! Oh, Charles, the X-Men will be soe 'appy! And Scote--"

"Miora. I am afraid Scott...was killed...some time ago."

"Wote? I con't believe thot!"

"I wish it weren't true, but it is."

"By who?"

"Sadly, by the very woman he loved."

"I thought...she was dead."

"So did we all. But her Class 5 power had arisen her. Somehow, I felt it when--" he broke off. Something stirred in the air. Something rare. So rare that he hadn't felt it in some time. Since...the Phoenix arose.

"Wote is it, Charles?"

All Xavier said in return was, "They're alive," turning back to Miora, he added, "I'll be back." He then closed his eyes and searched for Scott and Jean's minds.

Jet

Jean and Scott suddenly felt dizzy. Their sight began to lose focus, too. Then for a second, everything went dark around them. Almost immediately, they were standing in the middle of dark surroundings. None of the X-Men were with them. And they were garbed in their X-Men uniforms.

Scott looked around, "Where are we?"

"We're...on the Astral Plane."

"Did you bring us here?"

"No."

"Well, I can't even get myself here without the help of a psychic. And if you didn't, who did?"

"I did," a strangely familiar voice boomed in front of them, though it seemed to be coming from all directions.

"Professor Xavier?"

Jean gave an angry growl, "You shouldn't have come back!"

Scott just stared at a walking figure of his mentor. His figure was garbed in a dark blue, leather uniform with a white 'X' across the chest, "You...you were dead..? I felt it."

"I have returned by other means not so different from your own."

"Enough! Come, Scott! We must destroy him!"

"What?" Scott glanced back at Jean. She seemed angry. And her uniform was now red with a red overcoat.

"He's trying to trick you!" a wind started to pick up. Weak at first, then faster and stronger.

"Why should he? He's like my father."

"He let you die, didn't he? He didn't stop you from going back to Alkali Lake. It is because of me that you got to live a second time. I have kept you alive and secure."

"But, he--"

"He cares nothing for you! You are just a little soldier he can use to send into danger."

"Don't listen to her, Scott," Xavier urged. "She's twisting all that I have done."

"He has been using you!"

"You..." Scott stared tearfully at Xavier, at a loss for words. "I-I don't understand."

"You do not need to understand! Come with me! Help me to destroy him again!"

"Scott!" Charles called to his team leader as he half turned to Jean. Scott looked back with utter confusion on his face. "Think about what you're doing! Remember what I had done for you! I saved you from an orphanage. I brought you into my house, raised you since you were boy. I took care of you, educated you! Gave you a better life than anyone else would have given you!"

"He does not want to be with you any longer! He's MINE, now!" The Phoenix bellowed to Charles

"Given the choice, he would come back to us!"

"Then, let the boy choose!" Scott merely looked back and forth at Xavier and the Phoenix. "Which will it be, Cyclops? Join the woman you love and rule the earth with unlimited power, or return to your so-called family and be tormented for the rest of your given life?" Scott didn't know what to do. Xavier's pleas and the Phoenix's 'persuasion' were tearing him apart, confusing him.

X-Men

"What happened?" Storm questioned, noticing Scott and Jean's unconsciousness.

"I'm…not sure," Beast replied. Scott shouldn't have gone into shock so suddenly.

"They're swimming in cold sweat," Iceman put in. "What else could it be?"

"No, it isn't shock," they heard Angel from nearby, his eyes glued to the comatose mutants. "I've seen other mutants go through the same thing before."

"What is it, Warren?" Colossus looked at him intently.

Angel inhaled deeply, "I think they're stuck on the Astral Plane."

"Oh, my God," Ororo whispered. A few of the X-Men slightly gasped.

Logan, not surprisingly, looked puzzled, "Astral Plane? What's that?"

"Well, it's a state of the mind," Warren continued. "Where everything there is based on metaphor."

"Why would they suddenly go to the Astral Plane?" Shadowcat wondered aloud.

"I don't think they went. I think someone, a powerful telepath in particular, took them there."

"But," Rogue interjected. "Only Professor X is capable of doin' somethin' lahk that."

Astral Plane

It looked to Xavier that—even through Scott's confusion—Scott began to lean towards the Phoenix road. Charles tried to reach him again. "Scott! You don't want to do this. I can help you! It's too late for Jean, now. But I can still save you!"

"I love Jean, Professor."

"That woman is not Jean. The Phoenix is trying to twist your mind as it did Jean."

"I can't keep fighting forever."

"Please. You won't have to be tortured by it anymore, I promise you! Come back home."

Quoting Jean, Scott sobbed, "I have no home to go to anymore."

X-Men

"Yo!" The X-Men heard a young voice over them. It came from a jet—a spare which was never really used. It was a little smaller, but useful. The teachers noticed the voice came from a student, Jubilation Lee, to be exact. "Need a ride, down there?" lowering the jet a little over the Blackbird, the mutant jumped off.

"Jubilee?" Storm approached the girl. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought you needed lift."

"How'd you know?"

"I have my ways."

"Well, no matter. We've gotta get to the nearest hospital."

"Is that such a good idea, Storm?" Logan cut in. "I mean, we're all mutants going to a Human hospital."

"We're gonna have to take our chances."

"Wait," Kitty spoke up. "Since when do you know how to fly, Jubes?"

"Never. Remy helped me out."

"Who?" All the team asked in bewilderment. 'Remy' wasn't a name they were familiar with.

"I'll introduce him to ya if ya c'mon."

Astral Plane

"Scott! Please come with me," Xavier tried. "Come and be the fearless and selfless X-Man you once were!

"I don't have much of a choice."

"Scott! Don't! you don't want to go down that path!"

"I can't go back. After what I've done…I can't be the man I used to be. I'm not your X-Man anymore."

"You can still be my son. You are my son, Scott! I love you."

"I can't love you anymore."

Charles was shocked, "You don't mean that. There's still hope for you. You can't leave me again!"

With one last tearful look at Xavier, Scott wept, "I'm sorry." Scott's uniform morphed into that very similar to Jean's.

"Yes!" Jean/Phoenix gave a cry of triumph. And together, Scott/Phoenix and Jean/Phoenix vanished from the Astral Plane.

"NOOOO!" Charles felt himself shrinking back into reality himself. Within moments, he was back in the same room as Miora. Amazingly, he was back in his own body! But at the moment, he didn't care how.

"Wote happened, Charles?"

Charles was lingering in his own thoughts. "My son. My dear, young son."

"Charles?"

"Miora, I need to get to my mansion. I must find my X-Men. I must warn them."

"About wote?"

"About those whom I used to call 'my children'."

A/N: Sorry if ya'lls are getting tired of the Phoenix corruption, but I couldn't help but put this in. and I promise Gambit and Jubilee will have bigger parts in the next chapt, -k-? I'm thinkin' about starting the Rogue/Gambit pairing. I been waitin' for that to happen. And should I pair up Shadowcat and Iceman? Your choice, but ya gotta tell me what you want. And just to forewarn ya'lls, there won't be a Jean/Logan pairing, so I wouldn't bother asking. Sorry, but I HATE Jean/Logan pairings! I don't think it's right. But, anyways, I'm open to suggestions for the next chapt, if ya'll wanna give 'em. They'd be appreciated. L8erz!