Salutations! This is The Bud again here to entertain you! The disclaimer: I own none of this and all within are not my registered trade marks and belong to someone else
The Mind or Elsewhere.
"I know I saw him, Charles! It had to be him, even left my ring! You can't explain that! You can't!""
"Jean, we buried him. Scott was most surely dead. After the techno-organic virus racked his body, there wasn't much left to even bury and I did ask you to at least consider cremation." Charles tried to calm Jean down. "We can dig his casket up, if that will put your mind to ease, however that's going a little far, Jean."
"Do it, Professor. I know it's crazy but that was him! Even Logan supports me in this."
"Very well, I'll have the backhoe here in the morning, but I'm telling you Jean, this is probably just due to the stress you're under this close to the end of your pregnancy.
The Next Morning.
The sky was a misty gray the next morning, the kind where you just want to stay in bed and sleep, The moist dirt was fragrant and filled the air with it's earthy perfume. Scott Summers was buried under the tree Jean Grey had proposed to him, in the hills above the school. She insisted that this was where he should be, to overlook the home that meant so much to him. This is where he came to think about life and at times pray for his peace.
The crunching and whirring of the machinery hummed over the hills. Jean Grey herself was not permitted to be here, as she was just days away from being delivered of her child, So Logan came for her. The five- mile hike is difficult to begin with, but with the light drizzle the overgrown way is slick and the must from the rotting leaves is a little overpowering. She stands in the field where the Thanksgiving football games were played. Scott never participated much in the good -hearted games between teammates. Sometimes, if he had too, he'd participate in baseball. She watches as Logan blows her a kiss on his way up, he's been so understanding, so kind and accommodating. She suspects though, he thinks this is something all in her guilt riddled mind and she'll be fine after the baby comes.
Logan hopes that his wife is wrong, that Scott is still in that casket. He knows she loves him, and that she won't leave him, if Scott is dead, but what if he's not? Would she stay? For his sake, hers? The baby?
"O.k. Logan" Peter, who was working the backhoe called out. "We've hit something."
Collossus was the one to carry Scott up here, and place him in the ground, and now he's the one to dig him up. Logan dropped his cigar. "Holy shi…" Logan couldn't finish. There was nothing. No flesh, no bones, no ruby quartz visor that was almost always on Scott's face. Logan and Peter both look down at Jean. They can't see her expression, but they know that she knows she was right. They know instantly who must have done this as does she.
Logan practically rolls down off the hill and cliff face to get to the football field quicker, by then, Charles is there too as well as several X-men. They now have to find one of their own long thought dead, now known kidnapped.
"Logan, this doesn't change anything! You know that!" Jean Grey feels she has to say. "I still love you and I'll stay with you."
"I know Jeannie, but we got more to worry about that you and me right now" Logan coughs out the dirt from his fall. "We've got to find Scott. If he's cured of Legacy, we need to find out how."
It was a cold and dreary day the day everyone at Xaiver's learned of their failure, their guilt. The sky let loose its holdings and the October winds blew the smell of potash and pumpkins through the school as sorrow hung down like a thick, blind fog. And the search began, would Scott even want to be found or was the betrayal that he felt all encompassing? There is only one man who knows and he shouldn't be talking.