Author's note: Now, instead of focusing on the past, it is time to focus on the future! Every so often I will give you, the readers a glimpse into the future from which the future kids came. So, that being said, enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Back to the Future

"They what?!" Storm yelled as the young girl cringed away. She had just told them what had happened to the other children, and Storm, frankly, was not happy.

"Storm," Scott said in a stern voice, "calm down. There was nothing she could have done to stop them."

"Don't you dare tell me what to do Summers!"

"Ororo, please, calm down." Scott repeated. He knelt down to the little girl. "When did they leave?" he asked kindly.

"About 3 hours ago." she replied, still shaky from Storm's outburst.

"Beast," Jean asked turning to her friend, "how do these time pods work."

"Well," Beast started, "if my theories are correct, they should bend the time stream around them in such a way as to allow the user to go to the time of their choice."

"Theories," Scott asked, concerned.

"Yes, well I never had a chance to- well- test them."

"Great," Storm yelled, "our kids are God knows where, not to mention they don't even know how to work the damn thing! This screams of Amber!" She sank to her knees and put her face in her hands.

Scott glanced at her then turned to Beast, "we better get to work on a new one. It could take some time." Scott said calmly.

"Damn you!" Storm yelled taking her hands away from her tearstained face and rising to her feet, "Damn you Summers! You don't even care!"

"Ororo," Jean said, attempting to stop another argument, "please-"

"Ororo, I do care," Scott said rising his voice for the first time since the professor's death. All previous arguments had been carried out in calm voices, on Scott's part that is. "This is the only way I can see to get them back! I'm not Charles! I can't think of everything, damn it! If you have a better idea than feel free to tell me!"

There was silence in the room. No one wanted to be involved in this argument. Storm finally stormed from the room, fresh tears of frustration running down her face. Scott stood there staring after her, clearly upset.

Jean walked up to him and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Ororo," she started, "she's just worried about the kids."

"I know," Scott replied, sighing. He hadn't wanted to blow up at Ororo like that. He didn't want to yell at anyone.

Jean looked up an him. "She's worried. So am I." she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and buried her face in his shirt.

"They'll be alright, Jeanie," Scott said, stroking her hair soothingly, "I promise." Silently he hoped that was a promise he would be able to keep.