The Phoenix's Amend

After accepting the Phoenix's Amend, Scott feels Jean has betrayed his trust by modifying his mind and started arguing with her, to later lock himself up in his room as they were interrupted.

Revealing the Truth

"You get going, girls. I'll join you as soon as I get dressed, ok?" Jean asked more as a favor than a suggestion or an order. She wanted a few seconds to be alone and reorganize her thoughts coherently after all that happened to her recently, from the very first moment she was told by the Phoenix about that second chance plan, to the moment she was found in that uncomfortable situation.

"Sure" Her best friend Ororo understood the implicit words in her friend's green eyes and nodded before leaving, taking Rogue with her.

"See yah later, sugah" added the other girl before leaving the room as well, forgetting to close the door behind her.

Jean telekinetically closed her dorm's door and after that, the hologram of her clothes disappeared as she walked to her wardrobe to put on her uniform slowly, as her migraine started to grow stronger. When she was ready finishing putting on her boots, she rose from the chair she had been sitting at and stood unstable on her feet for a few seconds before collapsing to the floor, unconscious.

She woke up in a room that was familiar to her. It was her room and her bed, but not her house, but the Professor's mansion and Xavier himself was sitting next to her bed, silently reading a book at an amazing speed while waiting for her to wake up and caressing his cat Mystique.+

"How do you feel, Jean?" the Professor asked her telepathically, leaving the book on his lap and looking at her, slightly smiling.

She sat leaning her back against the headboard and noticed she was still wearing her suit, but her boots were resting on the floor beside her bed. The girl took her time to answer, as if she were remembering many things and putting some order to her thoughts.

"I'm fine, Professor, but I'm also a bit…" She didn't want to talk to him about what happened because she didn't want the only person who treated her as a human to also catalogue her as a mad woman and returned her to the psychiatrist institution.

"Scared?" Xavier asked already knowing the answer she was trying to hide in the depths of her mind.

"…Concerned" Rectified Jean trying to decide whether to tell him what happened or not.

"You're not the only telepath here, Jean. You don't need to talk for me to know there's something worrying you." He said in his usual, calm voice.

"Professor, this might sound unbelievable, that's why…" she replied blushing embarrassed for being reticent to tell the truth to her mentor, the one that took her in and help her learn how to control her gift, the one who never gave her a reason not to trust him, the one she was afraid to trust right now.

"I believe you, Jean. You're not the kind of person who lies… plus I would know if you did" a slightly smirkish smile appeared in his face that later turned into a normal warm smile.

"You mean you know what happened to Scott and I?" her nervousness was evident even in her mental tone of voice.

"I received your psychical help signal and when you fainted I checked your memories in order to know what happened to you. Ororo told me you looked not good" the Professor said as if he was explaining a simple thing such as the sum of two and two.

Once again her cheeks became crimson red as she remembered that uncomfortable moment and the idea of a serious man like the Professor knowing about that scene made her really embarrassed. Then she remembered Scott and her natural curiosity awoke.

"How's Scott?" She thought and would have liked to ask so, but instead of that, she reordered her priorities after remembering her duties and sent him telepathically "What happened? What was that emergency meeting for?"

"They had flown to Washington to stop a terrorist group" came his reply at once, but still lacking of nervousness "By the way, he's still locked up at his dorm; he wouldn't let me in… It shall pass" the mentor added to what he had previously said, answering her unformulated question matter-of-factly.

Jean nodded. "It's understandable. I shouldn't have… What would you have done in my place, Professor?" asked hoping his guidance would show her the right path once more in her life as he did many times before.

He smiled a bit. "You know I'm not the one to judge you, Jean. A person such as myself who never succeeded in a relationship is no the best person to ask" She seemed a bit disappointed by that answer.

"But you're the only telepath I can ask…" was her rebuttal.

"Then I guess you'll have to find it out by yourself. You're the most mature and well-centered of my students, I believe you should be able to answer that yourself, but perhaps it is your own answer what you're not comfortable with…"

The way the Professor could tell you that kind of things calmly and not sounding proud or scolding was unique. All the words he said always sounded like a good friend's advice to her, he never treated her as if she were inferior or naïve or a little girl, with Xavier every student was treated as an equal.

A silence appeared between them in which none said anything, but they were both thinking about their own troubles. Finally, she broke it.

"Thank you for your advice, Professor" a smile accompanied the phrase, this time spoken.

He nodded and smiled "Anytime" His wheeling chair was moved by him and Mystique meowed complaining for the sudden change of her status-quo in his shoulder.

Only in that moment, she saw the clock in the wall and became aware of the time, it was noon already, and it seemed she had been sleeping for a couple of hours.

"It's almost lunchtime, Professor, and I'm feeling ok already, let me make us something to eat" the red-haired girl, who now looked around twenty two or so, offered to take car of that.

"I'll really appreciate it, Jean. I've got some things to take care of" he stated as he left the room.

"Oh! And, Jean. I wouldn't mention that alternate future if I were you, unless I were looking forward to having all the X-Men harassing me with questions about what their lives could have become" he suggested from outside the room.

It was a quiet lunch with only her and Charles in the mansion's kitchen,for it was pointless to set the dinning room only for the two of them, since Scott never showed himself at the kitchen and refused to go out when the Professor had asked him telepathically.

After that was over, she placed some sandwiches in a trail as well as something to drink and a couple of napkins before heading for Cyclops' dorm after she changed clothes into a more casual outfit, a pair of low-cut jeans and a black shirt. She felt it had been ages since she last wore those clothes.

Jean didn't care about him hurting her or not taking into account all the things she had been through. She loved him and to a woman in that state, things such as pain or pride doesn't matter, at least not as a priority, but to him, that seemed to be a major issue.

Those thoughts crossed her mind as she walked the corridor to his room. As she got closer, she could see that the door was slightly open. She stopped walking, not really sure about going into the room. It was not her intention to press him or make things even worse than they were already.

It took her several seconds to gather courage and when she finally did, Jean walked to the door until she was In front of it.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Thanks to Alice chan and Nightcrawler for being my co-readers (also my great friends) and helping me find out mistakes and also giving me great ideas for the fic. They're inspiring even though they probably don't know it. Love you both guys!

I know the cat is from the ultimate universe, but hey! It's my fic and I definitely love cats, so let me have my cat, ne? Pleeeeease+puppy face+