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 Six: Through the Looking Glass

//I thought I was dead.//

//But it's not me is it. Yet, here I am.//

//Am I?//

//Something's wrong…something's missing…//

"The sheer mass of water that collapsed on top of Jean should have obliterated her completely. The only explanation of Jean's survival is that her powers wrapped her inside a cocoon of telekinetic energy." Xavier leaned back in his chair. Logan stepped closer to the lab table that Jean laid on.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Jean Grey is one of very few class 5 mutants I've ever encountered, her potential is practically limitless. Her mutation is seated in the unconscious part of her mind and there in laid the danger. When she was a girl I created a series of physic barriers to isolate her powers from her conscious mind and as a result, Jean developed dual personality."

Logan glanced up from Jean to Xavier. "What?"

"The conscious Jean whose powers were always in her control and…the dormant side; a personality that in our sessions came to call itself…the Phoenix; a purely instinctual creature, all desire and joy…and rage." Logan had a hard time trying to understand what the professor was saying.

"She knew all this?"

"It's unclear how much she knew…far more critical is the woman in front of us is the Jean Grey we know…or the Phoenix, furiously struggling to be free."

"She looks pretty peaceful to me."

"Because I'm keeping her that way," Xavier said. "I'm trying to restore the physic blocks and cage the beast again."

"What've you done to her?" Logan asked in an accusing tone.

"Logan you have to understand-"

"You're talking about a person's mind here; about Jean."

"She has to be controlled."

"Controlled? You know, sometimes when you cage the beast, the beast gets angry."

"You have no idea…you have no ideas what she's capable of."

"No Professor, I had no idea what you were capable of!"

"I had a terrible choice to make; I choose the lesser of 2 evils."

"Well, sounds to me like Jean had no choice at all." Xavier turned his eyes away form Logan.

"I don't have to explain myself…least of all to you." Xavier leaned over Jean and again tried to restore the physic barriers. Logan stormed out.

Logan entered the med lab only to stop in his tracks. Jean sat on the lab table, a blank look in her eyes. "Jean?" She seemed to come back to herself, and she looked him in the eye.

"This really you Jeannie?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you talking to me?" Jean tilted her head slightly in confusion.

"What?" Logan stepped closer.

"What do you want?" Jean seemed to think for a moment before answering.

"Oh yes, I keep forgetting…let me think…" Logan stepped forward slightly.

"Who's in there with you?"

//Funny little man.// Jean did not respond, so Logan continued.

"I don't like it Jean. The professor said you might be…different."

"Well he would know, wouldn't he? What, you think he's not in your head too?" Logan started to back away slightly. "He's tamed you!" she whispered. Logan felt fear run through his body, and one question popped into his mind.

"Where's Scott?" Jean seemed to go still for a moment before her eyes looked to her left, thinking. "Jean?" A breath escaped her.

"Where am I?" Logan grabbed her arms lightly.

"You're in the mansion. You need to tell me what happened to Scott." A million thoughts were racing through Logan's head. Scott HAD to be alive, he HAD to be. Jean seemed to be lost in thought. "Jean," Logan pulled out Scott's sunglasses. "Tell me what happened to him." Desperation was in his voice. Jean looked down the glasses.

"Oh god…" Objects started to rattle and screws started coming undone inside the med lab; Scott's glasses shattered into billions of pieces. The computer's started to glitch and objects started levitating.

"Look at me," Logan said, grabbing the sides of Jean's head. "Jean, stay with me! Talk to me; look at me, look at me!"

"No," Jean breathed.

"Focus Jean, focus!" Tears started to form in Jean's eyes.

"Kill me," she whispered. Logan was taken aback.

"What?"

"Kill me before she does something."

"Don't say that; stop it."

"Kill me." Glass shattered and objects in the room moved in on the 2.

"Stop it, stop…look at me…Jean…it'll be alright, we can help you. Okay? The professor can help, he can help you fix it." Jean's eyes turned black.

"I don't wanna fix it." Logan was thrown back against the wall violently. Jean stood and walked towards the door. The center of the door shattered away and what was left flew off across the hall. Jean left the med lab and the mansion.

"Voluntary…they put the cure in the gun. I told you they would draw first blood."

"So what do we do?" Pyro asked.

"What do we do? We use this weapon to bring countless more to our cause." Magneto stood. "Come, we have an army to build." Callisto came down the stairs followed by Arclight.

"I've picked something up; an electromagnetic pulse, it's massive. It's…a mutant…class 5…more powerful then anything I've ever felt…more powerful than you."

"Where is she?"

It's so dark in here…so cold. My own heart beat fills my ears. Scott is next to me, but he hasn't woken up.

We have to get out of here…but how? I can't move…it's as if I'm frozen in place.

I can't use my power, Scott would be killed.

But maybe…just maybe…

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I could feel the molecules of the bubble we wear trapped inside. They were moving wear slowly, close together.

I concentrated hard on the air inside. It would be risky, but it was worth a shot.

I could feel myself holding my breath as I concentrated. The air started to become warm and heavy; I could feel the pressure building up as the air molecules bounced off each other.

Just a little more…only a little more.

Letting out a breath, I could not draw in another; the air was so thick and heavy. Just a little more.

My rings rang loudly as the bubble burst and water rushed into the open space. I reached blindly for Scott's arm and kick my feet as hard as I could to bring us to the surface.

Author's Note: I'm kind-of going for more the comic book Phoenix in this but not to much, just a little as it helps fit the story line. The next chapter, as I'm sure some of you can guess, is going to deal with the scene at the Grey house.