A/N: I'm back, friends! Sorry for the wait, but I been recovering from a break-up and haven't been able to get my head together. But aside my personal life, hope ya'll (as my real friends) like this chapt! Thanx to my reviewers!

To beanmonkey77, thanx for your review. And about your question, hmm…maybe #cough, (yes) cough!#

To j.l., thanx. Glad you like.

Disclaimer: What's mine is mine.

Mansion

"Hurry, they're in the infirmary," Beast urgently said as he led Logan down the subbasement.

"How long has it been like this?" Logan asked as he followed closely.

"Quite some time. It feels like decades." The door to the infirmary opened to reveal the one-and-only redhead Jean sitting on—not in—a bed while Rogue and Kitty sat on either side of her. Jean was pleading to them in near-tears.

"Please, girls. You must tell me where he is."

The teens obviously didn't know what say, "We don't know Miss Grey. Honestly."

"Please? I won't get angry. But please tell me!"

Storm approached Logan when the two entered. Logan's were glued on Jean until Storm was close enough to notice how she looked. She looked just about as bad as he felt. Dark circles were under her eyes from lack of sleep; despite her chocolaty color, her face looked pale; and her hair—now grown to chin-length and back to its pure white color—was fairly untidy. "It's bad, Logan," she simply said. "I don't she can remember much."

"You mean she forgot all what happened?"

"No. She hasn't. She just keeps asking for…" her voice trailed off and he understood. Jean obviously couldn't remember what happened to her fiancé.

"What else can't she remember?"

"I don't know. All she talks about is Scott. Keeps thinking he was at Alkali Lake and came back. She thinks we're trying to keep something from her. We don't know what to tell her, Logan."

"I am not 100 percent sure, but it's possible…" Beast began, but trailed off.

"What?"

"Hank believes that when Jean came back the second time, she took half of Scott's mind with her and resulting in a…psychic bond or something. But it can't be true. Scott's…well, no longer with us. In the midst of this, Logan, maybe you could…"

Logan nodded and walked over to the bed, dismissing the other two girls.

"Logan…" Jean sobbed. "I'm sorry for what I did, but pleez tell me where he is."

"Scott?"

"He's alive, Logan. I know he is. He's nearby, but I don't know exactly where. He keeps calling me for help. I wanna help him! But I can't find him."

"Whoa. Slow down, Jean. What exactly is he saying?"

"Logan, don't encourage her--!" Storm began, but Logan silenced her with a hand-gesture.

As if she didn't hear, Jean answered, "He says that he's hurt and he can't leave. I wanna help him, Logan!"

"We'll help him, Jean. Don't worry. Just get some sleep."

"Okay," she gasped and rested her head back and tried to find sleep.

Logan got up and left towards upstairs. A baffled Storm followed, "Logan, what do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm going to back to Alkali Lake and find Scott."

"Logan, Scott is dead! Now telling Jean that you're gonna find him may have made matters worse for her!"

Logan turned to her, "Who says I'm lying? I truly believe her. I think that now having hearing her, Scott' is still alive somewhere. He's just too frail and fatigued to keep going. I mean, none of us are certain he died. No one saw it happen for sure. I'll bet even Jean can't remember what happened."

"Logan, I understand what you're saying. We all want Scott back. None of wanna believe he's gone—as was with the Professor, but--"

"What? You think I haven't had those crazy dreams, too? I know you dream about him comin' back every night. I have, too. And now somethin's tellin' me I shouldn't just ignore it. He's out there. Jean knows it, I know it, even you know it. Sorry, Storm, but you can't lie worth a shit to me."

"Okay, lemmie ask you this, Logan: why are you so keen to help Jean with a trouble with Scott? You've hated him since the very minute you too met."

"Yeah. I realize that…but something's changed. I don't know what, but I'm goin' with my instinct."

"Logan--" but he was gone before she finished saying his name.

Later

Sooner than he wanted—right after dusk—Logan was back at the place he hated most. That damn…well, dam.

But he still parked an old car of Scott's by the side of the road. Little did he know that it was the same exact spot where Scott parked his motorcycle quite a few weeks previously. But Logan never saw it for it was vaporized the day the Dark Phoenix unleashed its wrath.

He began to walk along the beach, retracing his steps of when he was last there. A scent met his senses. He knew a distraught smell of a brokenhearted male anywhere.

Straining his eyes in the darkness, Logan discovered a sprawled form lying very near to shallow water sloshing smoothly against the 'beach'. The figure itself was partially in the water, but not to where he was breathing nothing but water and drowning.

When he drew near enough, he saw without a doubt, it was--

"Scott?" he turned over the motionless Cyclops off his stomach and to where he was facing Logan. The X-Men leader's bare eyes were closed and he still remained unmoving, "Scott. C'mon, talk to me, kid," he pleaded as he wiped off some mud off Scott's face.

As if a prayer was answered, the raspy voice of Scott whispered, "…Logan."

Scott's eyes began to flutter open, but Logan shot a gentle hand on them, "No. Wait," he pulled a spare pair of ruby-quartz glasses he had snuck out of the subbasement and slid them on Scott's face. "Here." Scott properly propped himself on an arm. They stared at each other for what seemed centuries before Logan broke the silence, "I…thought you were…dead."

"No," Scott spoke slowly. "I…don't know what happened, but I'm not."

Logan smiled in spite of himself. Their Scott was alive after all. But no time to chat, "C'mon. We gotta get you home." He tried to help Scott to his feet, but Scott suddenly cried out, "What, what's wrong?"

Biting his breath in pain, Scott replied, "My leg. I think--I think my leg's broken." Logan had only just noticed the odd angle of which Scott's right leg lay in the mud.

But in the distance, "Stand down, Wolvie," the cold voice of Pyro (ha! 'cold' my ass! Lol) called. "He's ours, this time."

"The hell he is!"

"I tried. Juggy?" (sorry. I took that name from a deleted alternate scene in X3. couldn't resist)

Logan heard the unmistakable rumble in the distance of Cain Marko—otherwise known as the Juggernaut—charging at them "Oh, shit. Get up. C'mon! Get up!" Logan pulled the frightened and confused Scott to his feet as Juggernaut charged. Scott almost immediately fell back down, but Logan caught him halfway, "C'mon. You've got to use your leg!"

"I…can't."

"Yes, you can. You've been through worse. Now, stand up!" Juggernaut came dangerously close. So close that he rammed into Logan and knocking him flat on his back a few yards away. Not wasting any time in 'playing' with Logan, he turned to Scott who'd fallen on his good leg without the support of Logan.

"We been lookin' for you for a long time." Juggernaut gleefully exclaimed as he strode to the defenseless mutant.

Scott tried with all his might to regain his feet, but failed. His ruptured leg refused to support him. Just as Juggernaut was a three mere feet from him, Scott threw out his arms, in defense. But, amazingly, Juggernaut was knocked backwards some yards by some invisible force.

Logan stared at what he saw. Did Scott just--no, that's impossible! Scott's not telekinetic! But Logan's eyes weren't deceiving him. He was wide eyed for a second until he approached Scott, who in turn was stunned by what happened.

Scott looked at his hands in amazement as if asking himself, "How the hell did I do that?"

"Scott? What happened? How--how did you--?" but Juggernaut was quickly regaining his feet. This was no time for '20 questions'.

"C'mon!" Logan ran Scott over to the car—practically having to carry him—and pushed him in. He then leapt over the hood and jumped into the driver's side and immediately drove off, the Brotherhood hot on their tails. "Did he hurt you?" Logan hastily asked Scott who remained silent and stared blankly out the window in shock, "Scott, are you hurt!?" Scott tried opening the door to jump out, but Logan grabbed his collar and held him in, "You listen to me! You do exactly what I say, when I say it! If you wanna get through this, don't do anything unless I tell you to. You understand?" Scott still remained silent, as if terrified of a man he didn't even know. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes!" Scott cried in fear and surprise. "Happy, now?"

"Now tell me, Scott," Logan calmed his voice a little, but didn't let go of Scott, making sure that he didn't try anything. The guy was clearly delirious. "How much do you remember?"

"Almost nothing. I don't know what's going on. Why are those guys chasing us?"

"I don't know, but I gotta pretty good hunch."

"A ­hunch?"

"First tell me if you feel different. Like do you feel outta the natural at all?"

"What are you talking ab--?"

"Answer the damn question!"

"A bit, yes," Scott lied. The truth was, he felt a lot different. "But what's that have to do with anything?"

"Hold on," Logan let go of Scott's collar to make a sharp turn. "I got a lot to tell you, but very little time to explain. I think they know about you and Jean."

"You wanna run that by me again, Logan? What do you mean 'they know about me and Jean'?"

"Have you heard any voices lately? As if from nowhere?"

"I remember Jean trying to talk to me mentally…or something."

"I was afraid 'o that."

"What--why won't you tell me what the hell's going on?"

But he never got an answer for something landed with a big 'thump!' on top of the car. Damn!They're in trouble.

Jean

Jean was scared. What was happening to her and her lover? She just couldn't separate her mind from his! (uh-oh! 'nother nightmare. I can't quit! Lol)

"Scott. Scott, listen to me. It's okay."

"No."

"Just stay calm. Don't lose control."

"Jean…" he whispered. He then looked at her with such fear and confusion that it scared Jean. "Make it stop."

"Scott, calm down, okay?"

"No." his violently shaking hands covered his face in fear.

"Look at me, Scott," Jean pulled his hands away. "Keep your self-control."

"No!" Scott pulled away, and turning, fell to his hands and knees on the ground. "It wants me to hurt you! I-I don't wanna hurt you!"

Jean kneeled at his side placing an arm over his shoulders, "It' alright, Scott. Just don't listen to it. Ignore it and you won't have to. Just ignore."

"No. I can't! It won't let me."

"Yes you can. You're stronger than I was. You can."

"I can't, Jean. It won't leave me alone." Suddenly, Jean realized what was scaring Scott. His power wasn't the only thing he needed to keep in control of. But, no. It wasn't possible! Not unless they shared the same mind--oh no! The nonstop voices! It couldn't be! It couldn't be done!

But it was…

"SCOTT!" Jean sat up in her bed. And she realized: Logan went to find Scott, and now they're in a hell of a tight spot. She knew immediately that she had to help them. But…how? How did she know all this? And how could she possibly help them?

A/N: Ah…DAMMIT! I left another cliffie. Couldn't help myself, HeeHee! Pleez don't hate me! I'm just desperate for opinions. Typical me. Anyways, I'll try to update soon. Until then, I'll let ya'll's imagination's wonder. Toodle-loo!