A/N: I'm back (Not that I went away, but I will be at the end of june, so you might have to go for a week and a bit without story, buy hopefully once I get back I'll have a really long story for you, YAY!)

I know this is stupid of me to ask, but can someone give me an idea on how I can quicken the pace of this story (besides Jean coming back, because I know when I'm going to do that and it shouldn't be too soon) please, I need an event to move the story forward.

Thx if you can give me some answers.

By the way for those who want to know more about 'Love a form of insanity should know that I am working on it, but unfortunately it's coming along slowly.

Chapter 5

Scott turned down the hallway, he needed fresh air. He felt sick, he was sure he was coming down with something, he ha a fever and a migraine. He found the front door, and walked through, today was Jean funeral, the world seemed to be smiling at him, he felt really down. He walked towards the open grass area, there was a slow breeze through the mansion grounds today. Scott breathed in the smell of young, growing trees, he knew Jean was gone but he'd never get used to the absence of her mind in his.

Scott just sat down in the middle of the field, he felt like he was five years old again and had runaway because his hamster died, Jean was a lot more than a hamster though, she was the backbone of his sanity.

Logan walked out the front door, he saw Scott and yelled "Hey Scott, you coming?" Scott looked up at his name, he nodded. Logan nodded back, turned towards the garage and continued walking.

Scott stood up slowly, he enjoyed the manner this day had taken, he would of loved to just sit out here all day, but he knew that was impossible.

Scott walked towards his car, his entire drive to the funeral was in silence for no one else was in his car. Once he got to the funeral he was shooed to the front of the procession, he sat in the front row when every one was giving their speeches, even the Professor and Storm went up. Neither of Logan or Scott went up to say any thing, after all the speeches were finished, everyone went up the front to say their goodbyes. Scott just stared at her cold face, the perfected hand structure she had, the way he eyes were just perfect for her cheekbones, they way her nose fitted In with her ears.

He was nudged by Storm, she was gesturing for him to continue moving, Scott looked down at Jean once more, then turned and continued down the line of mourners receiving apologies from all of them, he didn't hear their words, but felt them. They were like a soft mallet hitting his heart whispering 'she's gone. You all know she's gone'. Scott turned away from everyone, he walked outside into the dull sun, he could feel the sun's rays, yet the air felt cold. He walked through the cemetery , the feeling of death, strangely , comforted him, the fact that he would join Jean one day made him feel calm. He didn't exactly wish for the day to come, but he didn't curse the day either.

Logan walked outside, his faced shadowed, he looked stretched, like he was trying to cook a meal whilst writing a transcript. Logan slowly walked over to Scott, Logan couldn't look Scott directly in the eye.

"I'm sorry," Logan whispered. Patting Scott on the shoulder, he turned and left. Scott stared at his shrinking form, he could feel the anger growing within him. His brain could hardly hold everything back, so he sprung a leak. 'Yeah, well. You should be!" Scott yelled at Logan. He felt the thoughts and emotions escape his body, like a ruptured dam.

Scott knew he was jealous of Logan. Logan had been alive when Jean was back, Scott knew something had happened between them, for when Logan was killing Jean he had seen the look in her eyes. she was thanking Logan from the bottom of her heart. Scott remembered that Jean only briefly looked at him, whenever he thought of that memory he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He only wanted to know if she had loved him as much as he had loved her.

Scott looked at the horizon, he felt like walking among the graves and the memories.

His body took him where his brain could not.

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Jean felt like flying into the sun, she knew it would be insane to do it, but she thought it might be fun. Jean was slightly bored, she knew that the Phoenix was coming for another visit, for she could feel the Phoenix's power growing within the air. She turned to the window, the outside mist had calmed down. The Phoenix re-emerged in the white room.

"Hello Jean," the Phoenix cooed.

"Hi," Jean replied coldly.

"Hmmm, well. I know that you saw one of my memories?" the Phoenix questioned.

"Yes," Jean stated, perplexed.

"Well, as you know the Professor and Scott are alive, because you brought them back to life. Using our power, I might add," Jean turned away from the Phoenix, she was being taunted by a part of herself.

'I did what I had to do," Jean stated trying to convince herself along with the Phoenix.

Jean noticed that silence had filled the room, Jean turned to face the Phoenix, she was lost in her own thoughts.

Realisation had crossed the Phoenix's face just before she turned and left.

Jean knew she was going to be alone for a while.

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Jean's casket was closed once everyone had left the service. The funeral workers took the casket to the cremated area and left it in the capable hands of Kenny Johnson. Kenny was a pyromaniac, and though he was often feared he didn't try to harm people with fire, he just like the fact that it could destroy almost anything.

Kenny had Jean's casket in the furnace. He turned it on and prayed for Jean's soul. He watched as her casket and body burned, he felt sorry for the girl, as she looked fairly young. He noticed that the flames were dancing around a lot, and they were higher than they usually, he walked over to the window of the furnace, he was careful not to touch the glass. He thought he could see the faint outline of a person in the flames, he thought it must have been a trick of the lights, that was before the face of the outline turned to face him.

The flaming being sat up, it walked straight out of the furnace, without opening the door or any thing. Kenny feared for his life, but unfortunately his curiosity got the best of him.

"Umm, who are you?" he stuttered out.

"I am the Phoenix," it said as she faced Kenny. The flaming being brought her arms above her head and began to concentrate, Kenny could see that she was building herself a body.

Once she was finished he saw that she looked exactly like the woman lying in the furnace. He crammed his body into the closest corner just trying to get away from this being.

This sudden movement caught the Phoenix's eye and she turned and walked towards him, Kenny keep on backing himself into the corner. The Phoenix had a look of glee on her face, she reached out with her mind and disconnected all of Kenny's atoms making him into nothing.

The Phoenix, happy with her work, turned to walk out the door. Then she remembered that Jean was still in the furnace, she went to have a look. Everything that was in the furnace was destroyed, even the Phoenix knew that it was hard to come back to life when your body no longer exists. She wasn't worried, so she left.

A/N: Hey, I'm working really hard to keep up all this work when I've got three projects due in tomorrow and I'm only half way through all of them. But I like writing so, stuff 'em.

Thx please R&R

Next chapter is when Jean comes back, but it might take a while to get it written.