The sun shone through the floor to roof windows oblivious to the tension that rang through the room, Logan raised his claws to Jean's neck, his breathing was heavy and in an animal like way he bared his teeth.
"What are you doing here bitch? Logan growled. Logan saw the look of hurt and confusion cross Jean's face before he was hurled the full length of the room. He collapsed in a heap on the floor, he was still out cold when Jean ran out of the room.
Jean ran confused, through corridor after corridor, she had no idea where she was going, she was just trying to run away from Logan words.
They had hurt her deeply, they were harsh, even for him, to say to her after she'd just come back form the dead. Jean hadn't expected song and dance at her arrival, but she hadn't expected to be insulted either.
In the end she found herself on a balcony leaning on the guard for her entire support, her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, she turned herself over so she could sit down. She had no will to stand and walk back inside to the mayhem that stood just behind the door. She just sat there and stared at her hands.
She could feel her power glow around her, lick at the very surface of her clothes like flames. The very feeling comforted Jean, it was the only thing she could rely on, herself.
"Jean?" a soft voiced called from the doorway it was Storm.
This fair minded woman stood there in amazement, her oldest friend laid before her like a rag doll. Storm took a couple of steps forward and grabbed Jean's hands and pulled the perturbed woman onto her feet.
Jean slumped against Storm, her eyes cast a quick glimpse at storm before returning to the ground.
Storm took Jean's arm and flung it across her shoulders, she took most of Jean's weight, which she noticed wasn't much, and they walked inside and all the way down to the infirmary. Once there Storm placed jean on one of the beds. Jean seemed to caught up in her own thoughts to actually go anywhere so storm left her to go and find the Professor.
She found him in his study, looking through some old photo albums, she knocked on the door softly before entering. She walked around his wheelchair to face him, she knelt before him and whispers a soft request.
"There is someone downstairs I believe you should meet," Storm didn't explain anymore, she stood up and led the way down the hallway.
When they arrived at the infirmary Jean was sitting up and having telekinetic sword fights with needles.
She stopped her needle tournament when the Professor came into the room, she turned to look at him, but he wouldn't come no nearer than the doorway.
"Hello Jean, or should I say Phoenix. It's an odd surprise to see you soon,'
"I'm not the Phoenix, I'm just plain old Jean," she stated with unexpected disappointment in her voice.
"Then what's happened to the Phoenix?" the Professor inquired.
Jean was struck with uncertainty, she gazed away from his disconcerting eyes.
"I don't know," Jean replied, she looked up at the Professor innocently, she racked her brain for any explanation to the Phoenix's whereabouts, but none came.
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The same sun shone down on the inhabitants of central park. The residents moved around underneath the canopy of leaves, they run in different directions, worrying about their own problems without a second thought about the old woman that was sitting on the park bench across from the playground. She stared at the young children running across the play equipment, she had always wanted to be excepted into humanity, but for what she was humanity wouldn't even acknowledge her presence.
A new essence fell across the immediate vicinity when a young woman clad in red walked across the playground and sat on the park next to the old woman.
Then old woman turned to this new face, she treated this woman with care, for she did not know wether she could be trusted.
"I wondered wether you'd get your powers back or not," the young woman asked turning to the older woman.
"I feel that they owed it to me, not that they gave it to me at all. I don't take betrayal lightly Phoenix, I have rejoined the Brotherhood, yes. I'm not sure wether I will comply with all of Erik's plans though,"
Phoenix looked to the old oak tree to their right, it was twisted and had a air of an old magic to it, it almost looked alive, other than the fact it wasn't moving as the saw's blades grew closer to it's trunk.
"I wish to see him again, Mystique," Phoenix requested.
'I believe I can convince him to meet with you," Mystique replied, she stood up and hobbled away.
Phoenix just sat there watching the old oak tree's demise, she thought that humans would deal with the mutant problem like that, like they had in the past. They would just try to kill them all and then decide which ones where actually dangerous and which ones just had a stronger sense of smell.
She could feel a pain in her chest, it felt like she was trying to breathe through a harsh sponge, she coughed.
Her head had a fever and she was beginning to feel ill.
A/N: This was the hardest chapter to write, I couldn't keep a good idea rolling long enough to write about it and there were too many ways to stuff it up. I'm not trying to be mean to Logan, but that's the way I'd thought he would react.The reason why the Professor is doubtful and a little bit blunt in this chapter is because we see a different side to him in X3. I don't mind it, but I thought I would play with that side of him.
By the way, I bought a X3 magazine and they say that Jean Grey's greatest weakness is her emotional instability, I think that's stupid, but I also like it.
I hope you like this chapter, but if you don't just tell me and I might even rewrite the chapter.