A/N: Yay A new chapter. I figured I'd finish this before movie 3 came out. Hope you're still interested.

Chapter 63 – History Redefined

The dead silence frightened him the most. The only sound he heard was the echoing of his footsteps and the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears as it ricocheted off his ribcage. The fact that no one was looking for him was either a bad sign or a good one. The bad sign would be something had happened and it took up all the attention they possessed or the good sign, meaning they figured he was fine on his own. He prayed for the latter. But he felt it in his gut that it wasn't. He knew something had happened as visions of Emplate gripping Jean flashed through his mind. Emplate touching anyone was never a good thing.

He rounded the corner and the thundering in his head stopped as his heart froze in place. He first noticed Emplate's bulky form strewn across the ground, as dead as his master was and not by his hand. The thing that had taken Bonnie's life so easily was gone. After that shock wore off he focused everything else on what had made his heart freeze in his chest.

Jean lay on the ground, inert. Close by others who stood in the same shock, unable to move to her from the dream likeness of it all. Gambit, Bobby, and Rogue were frozen in one opening, seemingly unhurt but still frozen by the sight, unsure of what to do. Somewhere during the fight Storm and Night Crawler had appeared because they also stood amongst the gapping trio. There were only a few missing who were off fighting any that were still left. The two that wouldfeel the loss the most, Logan and Scott.It was Tristian who finally broke the spell of shock.

"Jean," Tristian whispered and fell to her side though he was hardly aware he had walked to her. She was barely alive, hardly breathing. He put his hand on her chest to find the wound in her and felt her DNA destroying itself. She was dying just as Bonnie had died. Jean had killed Emplate at the greatest cost, her life. She had decided to take him with her. And there was nothing he could do about it.

"No," he whispered as tears brimmed his eyes. He held her closer and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her lavender scent. He was hardly aware of the others returning to the scene.

"Jean! Is she all right?"

Tristian lifted his head slightly to look at Logan. He tried to speak but his throat was locked from any communication. He shook his head, eyes deadpanned.

Logan's mouth fell open and he shook his own head in denial. "No, no, you can help her. You can fix her."

Tristian closed his eyes to stop any tearsand shook his head again.

"No!" he heard another cry from Scott. He hadn't noticed him standing next to Logan until now. "No, you have to save her. You've saved everyone else, why not her?" he yelled in anger. "You love her so damn much then save her!"

Tristian opened his mouth, finding his voice though it cracked. "I can't undo this."

"Why not?" he yelled and grabbed Tristian by the shoulder roughly, almost causing him to drop Jean. "You can save everyone but her. Everyone but the woman we alllove."

"Scott," Logan pried him away from Tristian and held him back as he continued to yell. "If he can't help her, then…then he can't. He can't undo what this thing has done or he would."

Scott collapsed to the ground, unable to stay standing any longer, Logan still holding him. Tristian looked around, holding Jean's dying body in his arms. Storm had her face buried in Kurt's shoulder. The blue man stroked her hair in comfort, his own eyes closed, lips moving in prayer. Bobby held Rogue who not only looked completely worn but hurt by this passing. Gambit stood in a corner with John who both looked at the ground, trying to pass for being passive but failing. And lastly he looked at Scott and Logan. The other two men in Jean's life, the other two she loved. Scott was crying and Logan couldn't help the tears that overcame him, not from losing her once but twice now. They were all living the loss again, this one more permanent than the last.

He looked down at her pale and colorless face and stroked her cooling cheek. She meant so much to him and the rest of the people in this room. Losing her would be the death of all of them. They needed her, she was the link that kept them together. He saw that now. He couldn't let that link break away again. Not after it had just been put back in its place. He couldn't let the pain take them over and he had nothing to lose from it. Without her he would be dead anyway.

Tristian kept his hand on her chest, opening the link inside him and finding the wound deep in her, reversing the process and taking it into him like he had so many times before. He bent his head forward as he felt the pain jerk within him. He held it in and whispered against her lips. "I love you," he pressed his lips to hers and opened the link all the way, taking the wound into him. He could see it with his eyes closed and lips pressed to hers. He saw her DNA wrap back together, felt the life enter her, felt her fire envelop him. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as he expected, he only felt the warmth of her body, the feel of her lips as they responded to his. Felt her hand wrap in his hair as the last of her DNA was fixed. His lips broke from hers and that was when the pain crashed, but he only felt it hit him for a few seconds. Only saw Jean's worried eyes and saw his name on her lips before the darkness took over and he fell into it.

To be Continued….r&r….since I made yoou wait so long, flames will be accepted!