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Jean's POV

I was always cut in the middle.

I was always powerful. I knew it, Charles knew it. He tried help me. When he separated his ways with Eric I followed him. Believing he could help me, I took the easy way, suppressing my powers, my nature, my self….

After years in university and research, I became a doctor, for both mutants and humans. I became the right hand of Charles. My mentor, the one who at least bend my powers. I lived in the mansion for years, having boyfriends. None was good enough, none could help me hunt my demons. The demons I knew one day will be unleashed.

And then Charles tracked him down, and I went and found him like I had done with Ororo. A handsome man, a blind person who was screaming for help. A hunted person, someone like me…

After days of trying and experimenting, Charles, Hank and I finally made glasses for him. He opened his eyes and his beautiful face was finally close to normal without the blindfold. He looked at me and I know that for the very first time he smiled at me truly.

That made it, we became one. Our love blossomed so fast. Two halves of a whole were finally joined. He was an orphanage, I was forced to be away from my family and friends. He was angry with the world. I was afraid of my self. We supported each other like no other.

We became one, one soul, one couple, one voice, one team. The two of us along with Storm became the x-men under Charles' protection and help. We build a school for people like us. We saved our kind as the x-men, we taught our kind as teachers and friends.

My life was finally in a kind of peace. I believed my demons were finally well prisoners inside my head, inside my heart. Scott was the one for me, to hold me, kiss me, calm me, listen to me. He was always there as I was for him. And for the first time I felt blessed in my life. After a traumatic childhood, after Anne's death in front of my eyes. After the start of my powers and the long lack of control on them. I was finally able to smile, because he was there, because I was with him. Because he was the only one I had nothing to hide. Because he was the only one who had nothing to hide from me as well.

I was happy, I was peaceful, I could dream my life with him.

Until He came in our lives.

And from the first minute I saw him, I knew things would be deferent. I knew new storms were coming in our lives and were not results of Ororo's powers…

When I was close to Scott, I was calmed, complete, happy, peaceful. When I was close to Him, I was feeling wild, like a monster in my chest was fighting to come in the surface, to ripe my happiness with Scott in tiny pieces. I was scared of that monster in my chest, because I knew there was another monster in my mind as well. And my mind's monster was much more dangerous than the new one.

But I couldn't resist, he was a good guy, but not a nice one, he was cruel, mysterious, rough with everyone, but with me, he was smiling, no, smirking at first but then smiling. Trying to be the good guy I wanted to have close to me. He was my wild side, the side I had fought to keep down for all this time. He was the reason I would abandon anything for an adventure. But I knew adventures are not lasting…

I knew who was my life's love. I know where I belonged.

But things didn't turn as I wish… After our mission in Liberty Island, I had more problems with my powers. And I knew, it wasn't just stress or something like that. I knew something had changed inside my mind, I knew She was trying again to take the control. I knew what was coming…

I swear, if I knew she would take the control after the mission in Alkali I would never stop them by taking me with them. But until then, when I saw the jet being in the air and my self between the walls of water, I knew, She was unleashed. The demon I was fighting for years to keep down was now free, because I let Her free so I could use my powers and save my friends, save Him and of course to save Scott. I could feel her taking the control I always fought to keep, that's why I tried to die, I didn't just sacrifice my life, I tried to take her down with me. It didn't happen…

She saved our body, she tried to imprison me in the place she was prisoner for all this time. And I was weak, all these years of fearing to face Her were now wasted. She was strong, she was furious, she was part of me. She was the demon I didn't want to fight. She was the Phoenix.

I fought her, but at the time, I was weaker, someone had to help me. He and Scott did it. But Phoenix killed Charles, the one who helped me but create Her as well. She took her revenge, I fought her back. I tried to kill a part of my own self. And I made it. In Alcatraz, when she started killing and destroying. When I saw my friends trying to help me. When I saw Scott fighting me as an enemy and at the same time, trying to save me.

They both proved their love and faith to me that night. They tried, they hurt, they fought. I knew Scott was in love with me. But He helped me as well. I always believed he just wanted me to chose him over Scott, but no. Logan proved his love to me. Their love made me beat the Phoenix. Their love helped me win a part of my own self and mind. Their love made me return. Phoenix was gone, I was the winner, I was the one who survived even if a part of my self had died.

I was finally alone in my mind, I could hear only my thoughts, I could use my powers, I could finally take my life in my hands. And that scared me, I was alone with the limit of my powers under my control, but Phoenix in my form had killed people, had destroyed so many things. Phoenix had killed Charles and so many more. And now I was alone, everyone was around me, everyone said I was not responsible of what happened.

But still, I was feeling alone, no matter their hugs, their smiles. I could see fear in their eyes, fear of having me against them again. I was scared as well, of being against them again, not as the Phoenix but as their old, good Jean.

After weeks of fear, tears, pain, guilt and nightmares of what the Phoenix had done. After weeks of having both Scott and Logan closer to me than anyone else. After weeks of knowing they were trying to keep me alive and in sanity, I took my choices. Scott was always there for me, he always loved me, no matter what or who I was. He was the one who would always be there, the one who would never leave me because he was haunted by his personal demons.

Logan was my wild side, the only one who could unleash my wild nature. The one who make my heart beat harder when he was angry or close to me. The one who woke the animal inside me. He loved me too, he loved me very much, I know that and I can't doubt it. But he didn't know me. He didn't see my nightmares, my image when I'm waking in the middle of the night and I'm screaming for Anne's death.

I didn't have the time to open my self again to someone as I had done years ago with Scott. He wasn't there when I needed someone because I was too afraid to try things alone. And I knew that the animal inside me wouldn't always be there. I knew my chest monster will one day fall asleep and Logan will be a wrong decision over confusion. And he didn't deserve that, he didn't deserve to be used by me and my weaknesses in a way like this.

Now, months after the end of the Phoenix, things are much better, for all of us. The school is back to normal, or close to it. Scott is the Headmaster and Ororo and I are subprincibals. Things are getting back to normal for all of us, Scott and I are having a new start, everyone is having a new start after the last hard two years. We are finally planning our future.

I can finally smile, even if a part of me will always hurt for what I've done to Logan. The man who just loved with all he had and all he was…