It had been days since Solider Boy had come by, and that worried Jean. Their last conversation hadn't been pleasant, and she worried for Kitty out there alone. She worried for Logan, who looked weak and nearly dead in that cell next to hers.
"Jean, hold out your hands." Jolted out of her thoughts, she hadn't noticed Solider Boy come in.
"Why."
"Hands, now!"
She swallowed hard and did as she was told. He slapped a pair of cuffs on her, followed by ankle shackles. He lead her out the door, and the first thing she saw was a dead body.
"What's going on," she gasped.
"Logan got loose."
"What do you want me to do?"
"He's asking for you, I'm taking you to him."
"What about the others?"
"I already let them out."
"We can't go anywhere, this is going to look bad on us," she covered her mouth as they passed another body.
"We have tapes, they tortured Logan needlessly," he jerked open a door. There was Logan, getting dressed in black fatigues.
"Let's move, Jean."

Solider Boy removed the cuffs and she dressed with no concern for modesty. "They'll be after you."
"We know," Logan snarled, grabbing Jean's hand.
"Thank you," she whispered before Logan knocked the solider out.

Together, Jean and Logan were unstoppable. He killed whoever got in their way while Jean used her telepathy to override the computer systems with correct codes. Survival instinct spurred them on far after they reached the outside. They ran for hours in the dark, tree branches scraping skin and snatching at hair and clothing. "I need...a minute," Jean finally wheezed as she felt weakness gripping her legs, her hand fell out of his as she slumped to the ground. Logan came to a stop and forced water down her throat, then gripped her calves in his hands and squeezed the cramps out.
"We have to split up."
"No."
"I have to keep them off track."
"I can't make it, not without you," she began to sob.
"You will, because I say so," he pulled her to his chest. They clung to each other for a few desperate minutes.
"Go find Jubliee and Kitty. If no one took them, they should be around the mansion still."
She nodded, and stood up. "I'll find you, now run."

Jean slipped into the mansion hours later, exhausted and weak. The place had been ransacked, but she knew they wouldn't find much. Walking as quietly as possible in the heavy military boots she was given, she sent her mind out to search for the two young girls. 'Kitty, Jubliee? It's Jean.' She caught their frantic thoughts, and followed them down to the lower levels. Kitty was dragging Jubliee room to room, afraid they would be caught. 'Katherine, Jubilation! I don't have time for this, girls!' Jean looked into the glass doorway and caught her reflection, she looked like a soldier. Pulling off the hat, she let her limp hair fall around her shoulders, and continued to the infirmary. It was no use, Jean was too tired to keep trailing them all over the place. She sat on a hospital bed and lay back, wanting to rest her eyes for a moment. When she woke up, Jubliee and Kitty were on the bed with her, lying half on her because they were all full grown women on (at best) a two-person bed. She hugged them fiercely, kissing their heads.
"It's been three weeks, we didn't think anyone would come back."
"Only three?"
"Where is everyone?"
"Logan freed us."
"Is he here?"
"No, he's got his own mission to take care of. Mine was to come get you two."
"Where are we going to go?"
"I think it's best we leave the country for a little while," she answered quietly. "We have one hour."

They were out the door within thirty minutes at Jean's urging, and on their way to a contact she was introduced to through Logan years ago. This time it was by vehicle, that wasn't linked to Charles or any Mutant affiliation. All Jean had to do was slap the money down on the table to get the process going, and then walked over to the crate next to the couch. "Okay girls, who wants to go blond?"
"I will," Kitty answered, catching a box of dye.
"You want a light brown, Jubes?"
"What are you gonna do with your-" Kitty's eyes grew wide in horror as Jean picked up a pair of scissors, grabbing her thick hair up in one hand, and hacked it off just above her fist.
"You two get started. I have to finish up," she lay her sixteen inches of wavy red hair on the table and turned toward the mirror, starting to cut away more length. Jean's hand started to shake as she took another lock of hair in hand.
"Let me, you don't want to end up lopsided," Jubliee took the scissors and finished up the back where Jean wouldn't be able to reach.
"How do I look," Jean turned to Jubliee, her eyes filling with tears.
"Logan would love this," she grinned.
Jean turned back to the mirror, running a hand over the spiky pixie cut. "I look like a fairy," Jean muttered.
"You look like a badass," Kitty grinned.
"Go rinse out your hair. I'm gonna go get our stuff."
"Whoa baby!"
"Shut it, Parker. Did I get my money's worth," she examined the birth certificates, driver's licenses and passports over his shoulder.
"Doubting me? Logan wouldn't take kindly to that."
"Logan isn't here, I have to look out for myself," she smirked.
Parker sat her down in front of a generic blue screen, snapping her photo. "We just need pictures of the other two."
"Girls! Dry your hair and smile pretty for the camera," she shouted into the next room.
Fifteen minutes later, they were completely new people.
"Zeva," she handed Kitty her new papers.
"Sakura," Jubliee grinned at her ultra-Japanese name.
"Ford? You guys named me Ford," Jean leaned over the counter with a disbelieving look.
"It's English, means 'road'," Parker informed her.
"How are we gonna pull off being sisters," Kitty giggled nervously.
"Sakura was adopted, our parents had you later in life," Jean replied easily.
"You look younger with that hair."
"I'm only twenty eight," she snapped.
"Well your passport says you're twenty five."
"I easily pass for twenty four, even when I had my long hair," she shouted at Parker. "Fix it!"
"Yes, Amazon Queen."
"Flatterer," she rolled her eyes.
"Je...Ford?"
"Yeah?"
"You're different," Kitty bit her lip as if she spoke out of turn.
"It's still me," she smiled at Kitty. They went straight to the airport after that, and had to wait two hours for their flight out.
"Where are we going?"
"New Zeland," Jean came back from the bathroom in a pair of jeans and a tank top, she decided to keep the boots for the time being.
"Couldn't we go to France," Kitty grumbled.
"No, Zeva." The sight of uniformed men made Jean's stomach turn. "Fuck," she hissed. They were checking passports.
"What is it?"
"Do you have your identification handy?"
"Yes," they echoed.
"Good," she kept watch of them from the corner of her eye.
"Afternoon, miss."
"Hey," Jean smiled.
"Do you mind if we take a look at your passports?"
"'Course not, girls get 'em out." They grouped the passports together and eyed each of them closely.
"Sisters?"
"Can't you tell," Jean replied easily, though with the tone that it wasn't polite to cross that line.
"Have a good flight."
"Thank you," Jean took the passports back with a nod.
"Ugh, I wanna throw up."
"It's okay," she patted Jubliee's knee.