As I sure you already know, this is a work of complete fiction based on elements that are real. Yadda, yadda, blah, blah…whew glad that's over; and now the disclaimer. Of course, I don't own anything besides my character and the story's idea/plot/some events/etc…again, yadda, yadda, yadda. Please read and review as the continuation of this story depends on if people are liking it or/and have an interest in it. I'm taking the idea I had with a past story at not trying to fill out like 10 pages for each chapter, but to just put the idea down and post it no matter how short.

Pairing: Scott/Logan and Colossus/OC

Timeline: X3

E-Mail: M

Chapter Five: Cure

"My apologies that Mystique could not join us, but she is off looking for something for the time being," I could hear Magneto say. I felt tired, sleepy, yet I forced my eyes to remain open.

My vision seemed slightly blurred, and I figured it had something to do with whatever Mystique had injected me with. Along with Magneto, that blonde guy was here as well. My mind tingled, but I didn't know why. He and I are similar somehow, but I can't tell why. Like my vision, it seems all a blur.

What is happening to me? Lately, ever since that shared dream with Scott, I've just been able to…sense and feel…things from others.

"A war is about to start my dear boy." I looked up from the metal chair I was sitting in into his eyes. "This cure they clam to have is just an extermination of mutant kind. Make no mistake about it, they will draw first blood. The question I ask of you is who will you stand with? The humans…or us?"

I feel the hatred for humans pouring off him but why? What caused this deep resentment? A memory of a young boy being separated from his parents flashed through my brain. I could feel sadness, sorrow, and anger. Then, a quick flash of that boy being held by soldiers, but they couldn't move him. The boy's hand was stretched towards a metal gate in front of him and it bent as it pulled him closer.

My breathing became heavy as these visions left my head. What were they or better yet, where did they come from? The blonde haired guy stepped up next to Magneto.

"Mystique's COM link just went down."

The Jet set down and Ororo and Logan stepped out, closely followed by Scott. The warehouse was empty but they remained on their guard. "Wait." Logan held out his arm, stopping the movement of his teammates. Sniffing the air, he quickly started walking. "This way," he called out.

The 3 of them found Haley in a small room. No one else was present and no one had been around from the moment they entered the warehouse. Ororo and Scott quickly helped Haley up but Logan could smell faint traces of a 2 familiar scents.

Back in the Jet, Scott was checking over Haley to make sure he was okay. "I'm sorry, for not watching out for you."

I could feel sadness from him, it was so overwhelming. He was carrying a great weight on his shoulders, so great I could almost feel it. "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." I reached out and grabbed his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze when my mind was assaulted with images of a red haired woman being buried by water, calling Scott's name and he called back for her.

As quickly as they had come, the images were gone. "Who's Jean?" He seemed to freeze, before a heavy sigh escaped him and he told me.

Entering the mansion, Scott seemed to walk back to his room in a daze; as if his mind was somewhere far away and his body was an empty shell. Logan took notice of this and followed him, grabbing his arm to stop him before he could get to his room.

"Hey, you alright?"

"What do you care?" Scott asked, his voice harsh.

"Well, for starters, I feel like I'm having to cover your ass," Logan replied, equally as harsh.

"I didn't ask you to."

"No you didn't. I was just passing through but-"

"So pass through Logan." Scott interpreted. He turned to continue to his room but Logan reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Hey…I'm trying to help you here." Scott pulled his arm free.

"You don't care." Scott again turned away but this time when Logan grabbed, he pulled him close and crushed his lips against Scotts. Scott's arms came up around Logan's back as they embraced in a tongue battle.

It seemed like hours had gone by when they parted lips for air.

"I can't Logan…not yet," Scott said softly as he pulled away from Logan and went into his room.

"The forecast was for sunny skies." Ororo turned around at the sound of the professor's voice.

"Oh…I'm sorry." Looking up towards the sky, her eyes turned white and the dark skies pulled away to open to a sunny day.

"I don't have to be physic to see that something is bothering you."

"I don't understand. Magneto's a fugitive, and mutant in the cabinet, and president who understand us, why are we still hiding?" Ororo asked as she and the professor walked through the halls.

"We're not hiding, but we still have enemies out there and I must protect my students, you know that." Ororo sighed.

"Yes, but we can't be students forever." The professor laughed.

"Storm, I hadn't thought of you as my student for years. In fact, I thought, perhaps, you might take my place someday." Ororo slowly came to a stop and turned to face Xavier.

"But…Scott's…"

"Scott's a changed man; he took Jean's death so hard. Yes, things are better out there, but you of all people know how fast the weather can change."

"There's something you're not telling us." Xavier looked like he wanted to tell her, but he didn't.

"Hank?"

"Ororo, Charles," Hank greeted his long time friends. Ororo ran over to him and gave him a hug.

"I love what you've done with your hair," she told him.

"Thanks, you too." Hank reached out and shook Xavier's hand. "Thank you for seeing me on such sort notice."

"Henry, you are always welcome here, you're part of this place."

"I have news."

"Is it Erik?" Xavier asked.

"No, though we have been making some progress on that front. Mystique was recently apprehended."

"Who's the fur ball?" Logan leaned in the doorway.

"Hank McCoy, Secretary of Mutant Affairs."

"Right, right, secretary…nice suit." Xavier spoke up to keep Logan from saying anything further.

"Henry, this is Logan, he's a…"

"Wolverine…I hear you're quite an animal."

"Look who's talking," Logan quirked. Ororo interrupted this time.

"You know Magneto is gonna come get Mystique right?"

"Magneto's not the problem," Hank stated, changing the subject. "At least, not your most pressing one. A major pharmaceutical company has developed a mutant anti-body…a why to, suppress the mutant x gene."

"Suppress?" Logan asked. Hank looked him dead in the eyes.

"Permanently. They're calling it a cure."

Rouge sat on the couch in the living room of the mansion, watching the TV. I sat on the back of the couch behind her with Bobby, Pete, and Kitty sitting near by. She quickly got up and I followed after her. She was headed for the Professor's office but I stop in my tracks as I saw Scott turn a corner. A strange feeling over came me and it scared me.

I quickly followed him. He had entered the garage and as I caught up with him, I could hear a motorcycle start up and he peeled out. The feeling I had felt was much more intense now. Without thinking, I quickly hopped into a car and took off after him.

"Is it true, they can cure us?"Xavier turned to look at her.

"Yes Rouge, it appears to be true." Ororo stood.

"No, Professor, they can't cure us. Wanna know why? Because there's nothing to cure, nothing's wrong with you, or any of us for that matter."

I had been following him for a long time. That same dreaded feeling never leaving me. Where was he going? More importantly, what did he plan on doing when he got there?

As I came around a curve, I saw his motorcycle parked on the side of the road. I pulled the car over and quickly got out to follow. As I was making my way through the woods, I could hear that woman, Jean calling out his name. It was so intense but I kept walking.

"SSSTTTTTOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!" Hearing Scott yell, I ran to the clearing only to see him unleash his optic blasts upon the water. I was going to help him, when the water started to sink away in one spot and blast pushed me back.

Laying on the ground, I could see a bright light fill the sky. I slowly pulled myself to my feet. Dusting myself off, I was going to walk over to Scott to see if he was okay but stopped dead. The woman, Jean, was standing in front of him on the tiny rock cliff on the shore. They were speaking, but I couldn't hear them.

They embraced and I quietly took a few steps towards them. The dreaded feeling I felt was gone and I felt a great feeling of happiness. Jean though…I got a weird feeling from her, a dark feeling. I was going to call out Scott's name when I felt as if my brain was being sliced in 2.

I screamed out in agony and dropped to my knees. As quickly as it had happened, it was gone, I felt myself panting to get my breath back. Slowly, I stood back up only to jerk in fear as Jean stood before me.

"So much power," she spoke. I suddenly felt myself being pushed past her and then stuck in the frozen in place in the air near Scott's unconscious body, his breathing shallow. "I have to keep you safe." I could hear Jean's words but I couldn't turn to look at her.

Then, it felt as if Scott and I were encased inside a bubble. I could no longer near the outside world, but only our breathing. The water opened up below us and I felt fear surge through me as Scott and I sank into it depths.

Author's Note: I have to give credit to Vera's story From the Ashes as I it's were I got the idea pf Jean placing Scott inside a telekinetic bubble to placing under water to keep him safe from the Phoenix personality. It's a GREAT, WONDERFUL, PERFECT story. If you haven't read it, you MUST! (It has the Logan and Scott pairing too ;p)