Author's Note: Megan is naked and Angel is groping her with his wing! And then she wants to die so she can be in heaven with him! But now she changed her mind and is coming up with some really strange idea for Angel to come back that I'm not really listening to because I'm writing this. And now Paesha and Megan are talking about aaaallllll of the people dying in Charmed. There are a lot. Actually, it's usually the same people dying over and over and over again.

Oh, what's that? You want the chapter? Well, see, this chapter is kind of short. Like, the shortest chapter ever. As in, only a page and a half long. It's sort of an intermission chapter. So I'm trying to make the author's note really really long in order to make the chapter seem longer…..But it's not working so I give up now. Not my fault, they wanted me to put up chapter. IT WAS THEM! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Jean." Logan said, his voice almost a whisper.

This isn't the way things are supposed to be, are they? Jean asked, casting her gaze around as if she could see through the blackness to what was happening.

Logan stared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

This isn't where you're supposed to be, Logan. This isn't your home. She said.

"You came back from the dead to tell me that I don't belong here?" He asked, trying not to sound hurt.

That's not what I meant. Jean replied. And I didn't come back from anywhere.

Logan didn't say anything. He just looked at her. Ever since she had died, he had thought about seeing her again. She had been the only woman he had ever loved, and when she had died it was like a piece of him had died as well. But looking at her…He didn't feel what he had thought he would. There was still that dull ache he felt inside whenever he was near her, the one that told him he could never have her, but...It just didn't hurt quite as much as it used to. Maybe that part of him that she had taken with her was still gone.

And maybe something else took its place. Jean told him.

He glared at her. "Reading my thoughts without permission, Jeannie?"

Sorry. She said. I can't really help it here.

"Where is here?" He asked.

The astral plane. You were already heading here, I just intercepted you. She said. We're only consciousness here. Just the spirit, or soul, or whatever you want to call it. And no, you're not dead.

He looked her over. "What about you?"

Her expression saddened slightly. I'm dead, Logan. You've accepted it. So has everyone else. She looked around again, making him wonder if she really could see through the dark. I'm sorry to come back like this, to make you doubt that. But I don't think I had a choice.

"Why not? Why are you here?" Logan asked.

Because something's happening that I can't explain. I've been watching you, all of you. Jean said. So I felt it when you left.

"I never went anywhere, Jeannie." He said. "If you were watching, then you'd know that after you died, I stayed around."

She smiled at him. I know. I was talking about something else. A few days ago, you left your body. Something ripped you out of it. I don't know what, but I saw where you went. You went dimension-hopping. The last few days, you've been in an alternate dimension.

"Alternate dimension?" Logan repeated.

Jean nodded. They exist. In fact, there's almost an infinite number of them. I can reach some of them here, but not all of them. I was just lucky that the one you went to was one I could still see. So I waited, to see if it would happen again. And it did. This time, I caught you.

So something was messing with him. Great. Because he hadn't had enough of that already. "Can you send me home?"

She shook her head. No. And I can't keep you here, either. Whatever it is that has you is still pulling. And I don't think it will stop. As far as I can tell, you're just going to keep randomly switching dimensions until….

"Until what?" Logan demanded.

Honestly, I don't know. She admitted. But there's a way out. Putting you in the body of an alternate dimension Logan causes problems in that dimension. It changes the way things are supposed to be. And one of those problems is the way out. It'll be in someone close to you, someone whose life would be affected by you changing. Most likely one of the X-men.

"Most likely?" Logan repeated. "How I am supposed to find this problem, and what the hell am I supposed to do with it when I do?"

It could be a Brotherhood member, I don't know. Not likely, though. And you just have to try and find as many people who you know as you can…They may not be the same as you know them. In fact, they probably won't be. But once you find them, you'll know whether or not it's them. You'll be able to recognize the prob…

Jean faded out, then, and Logan was once more thrust into black-ness.