Here is a 3-shots story, three deferent POVs for the movie-verse of the X-men as I imagine it.

I don't own X-Men Characters. Marvel and 20th Century Fox do. If I did, we would be watching X5 with the Apocalypse and much much of JOTT and not just the crap BR made and killed everyone…

Like in the movies, Scott is James Marsden, Jean is my dear Famke Janssen and Logan is Hugh Jackman.

I need a beta, if someone is interested, please pm me.

Part 1

Scott's POV

It's like I was always in love with her.

She was the first person I saw after years in darkness. Her green eyes were the first I met after days of just hearing her angelic voice. She was the first person I saw after decades. And she was so beautiful, a true, kind, redhead angel with the most pure and shy smile in this darn, cruel world.

She was older than me, a few years. None of us or our friends cared. We fell for each other. And it was great. I was feeling so blessed of having her next to me, supporting and loving me. Being my right hand when I became the leader of the team. She was always there, to help me, to argue with me when I did something wrong or raise her voice for me when she knew I was right. She was the reason I was waking up every morning to face a world in shades of red and black. I may never saw her green eyes, but it didn't need to, I could feel them, even if this is sounding crazy. I could feel her looking at me, calling for me, needing me. And she could feel me as well. Even before our bond built itself, we could sense each other.

When this rare bond connected us, I felt like, for the first time, I could love and be loved in an entirely new level. I could hear her thoughts, I could see her fears. She could hear my thoughts, she could hunt down my demons. We could enter each other's mind's when we wanted or been allowed to. And it was wonderful, we didn't need devices and monitors. We had each other's minds. Her nightmares were mine, my happiness was hers. My fears were scaring her, her light was helping me.

We had friends, Storm and Charles and others. But she was a deferent mater for me. She was my everything, her smiles when she was waking up next to me every morning. Her happy sights after our sweet lovemaking. Her tears when something was wrong with some kid in the school or because her powers were out of control. Her laughs when she was happy or her happy face when she had achieved something. Her concern when I was returning in the mansion, injures.

She was what I needed. She was my universe.

We kept being together for years. We never felt the need to engage or get married. We were both secured just being together. We never lied to each other, we never really fought. We hadn't reasons to fight actually. She was always there for me and I was always there for her. We were meant to be together.

And then He came in the mansion.

And I knew we would have troubles from the second he set his eyes on her, my woman. He knew she was mine, he knew from the very first minute. He didn't care. He thought because he was older he could take my love away from me. I felt insecure. Not because I didn't trust her—because I – I was afraid of him. I wanted to be sure she won't fell for him, they were both older than me and I forgot how much she loved me from the day she saw me.

I asked her to marry me right after he left. She accepted happily. I think she always wanted to be in a marriage, to have kids. I just thought she wanted to be free so I never asked her but when I did, she accepted.

I know why, she was scared of herself. She was afraid of losing me and her balances. She is in love with me but at that time she was afraid of her reactions so she ran closer to me, assuring both of us she is mine. It hurt me, but I was her rock and I had to be there for her. I was there for her, when she had her nightmares. When she had convinced herself something bad would happen.

She was right.

When I saw her out of the jet, trying to lift it up. I lost my mind. I was losing her, she was slipping through my hands and I could only watch her, smashing her self in the waves of water. I could only watch the love of my life dying for me and a bunch of friends. She had made her choice, she had choose me over Him. She had decided to be with me, she had decided to marry me, to be my wife, the mother of my children.

And I could only watch her dying.

Like He did.

We both lost her.

I lost her.

In my opinion, he just lost a shag. I lost my everything, my future, my life…

And then, after days of pain and screams, of tears and darkness, of loosing the leadership of the team and my self in my deep sorrow. I heard her.

Her angelic voice calling me, needing me, screaming for me, pleading me. And I ran, I ran to make sure she was gone or alive. To make sure to my self I wasn't getting mad.

I found her. I knew something was wrong from the minute I saw her. Her, her eyes, they eyes I first saw after years of just hearing people and things around me. She was there, confused, injured but alive. She was alive. I hugged her and she responded, being so happy for being back, I didn't notice her changes. She wasn't the woman I loved, the woman I had made love to so many times. She wasn't her…

She attacked me, I survived. When my team found me. I was alone in the lake she supposedly died. But she wasn't there. I had lost her once more. And this time, wasn't the death the one who took her away. But her own internal demon.

Literally, Phoenix, her demon had took her away.

The one thing always scared her the most. After the years of fighting back this thing. She was now facing it in all its glory and power. Her mind's wards were destroyed. It was her or the Phoenix. The one thing she never wished to have inside her and the one thing which unleashed itself from her.

The next time I saw her, my heart stopped. I could see her body, her face, the features I knew so well. But her beautiful tall body with her self prisoner inside it was next to Magneto. The man who had tried to kill her and all of us many times before. She was part of his army, she was the most powerful and useful toy solder to him. She was the Phoenix and now… she was an enemy. The woman I loved so much, like nothing else was now the one I had to fight.

We tried to take her back, I tried to take her back. The Phoenix was too strong. We lost Charles. His fault (the Phoenix) killed him and he couldn't even protested before his end. None of us could… we just watched her killing him. We lost him. The one who helped us all but destroyed her was now gone, and the worst, Charles knew that one day the Phoenix would be unleashed. He knew it, and he couldn't do a thing about it. We always knew she was powerful and now with Phoenix leading her, she was unstoppable.

If she didn't want to and couldn't try, none could stop the Phoenix.

But she did, because the woman I fell in for was always a strong fighter when it needed to.

In Alcatraz she fought her own self. She killed people and she fought, harder than anyone else that night. I helped her, He helped her. Everyone tried. And she made it.

The Phoenix was destroyed, but she was so confused and scared of everyone. Even me. And I had to try to take her back when she was so fragile, because deep down, she was belonged to me and I belonged to her. She was like an empty body, without soul, without will, only guilt, pain and need.

For the first time, she was alone in her mind, just her, and that scared her, scared her of what Phoenix done, of what she was able to do, of her own self.

But for now, Jean was feeling alone and guilty about Phoenix's crimes. And none seem to be the one to help her. Not even me, even if I had been trying for hours and days and weeks…

For now, she was alone and she needed to find her own way and life, even if that meant I may lose her.

Next: Jean's POV

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