Chapter 1
Life at the mansion was quiet again, the professor was having to get used to walking again. He'll always thank her for that. Logan was secluded, Scott no longer acknowledges his presence, Storm was to busy bringing thing back together, and Bobby and Rogue. Well, you can just guess what they were doing. Scott, well you could just imagine how he was taking Jean's second death. He no longer let anyone talk to him, and he didn't talk to any one but the professor and Storm.
Jean's family were taking care of Jean's funeral wishes. She wanted to be cremated and her remains sent to blow in the wind, over the ocean. In two days from now, all the students and the teachers were going to an ocean cliff for Jean's funeral and then her wake.
Logan got up on the morning of the funeral feeling lost, he knew she was gone, but considering the past. There may always be a chance she will come back.
He leaned over in his bed, to look out the window. Another grey day, he'd been meaning to talk to Storm about that. He was pretty sure it was her mood swing that caused the sudden miserable weather. He wished he could to something like that take all you frustrations, sadness and grief out in one way or another. But all he could do was destroy stuff, and that was the last thing the professor needed, another destroyed room. Logan got up, he got dressed, and decided that he would go down to the danger room to try and vent some of his anger.
His trip downstairs was slow and solemn, no one said hello anymore for the fear of maybe loosing a hand. He ran a simple 'fight the bad guy' simulation. He won every time of course, with his healing abilities and sharp claws, what simulation was going to get in his way. The simulation restarted. He remember a previous conversation he had had with Jean, just before her first death.
"Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. But don't take him home, and marry the good guy,"
"I could be the good guy," was his reply.
Logan couldn't believe he'd said that to her at the moment. Had he'd known she was going to die, he may have asked a lot more of her, or at least ask her to explain herself. But life's cruel, always slipping that comfortable mat your standing on out from underneath you feet.
Logan was becoming sick of this simulation, he turned it off and went upstairs to have a shower.
------------
Jean opened her eyes to the painful world of white light. She squinted at the harsh white lights. She tried to clear her head, but the world seemed to like her suffering. Her mind was worse than Saturday morning football, nothing was in order and nothing made any sense. She turned her head to survey the world around her, she sitting in a white room. She felt that the room held many memories, but she couldn't recall any. The few furnishings that were scattered across the room were a tiny desk, an chair, a fairly empty book case and a bed. Jean thought that this place looked more like a prison then anything else, for there were no cooking facilities, no bathroom and no connection to the outside world.