All Jean heard was the sound of the wind rushing by as she sailed through the clouds. Under cover of darkness Jean navigated the cities skyscrapers. The airport was her destination.
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"Hi, can I have your name and destination please?" The woman was friendly and in any other situation Jean would have felt guilty for what she was about to do.
Scanning the attendant's mind Jean ensured herself tickets on the next available flight to New York. She would donate the price of the ticket to a charity.
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Cyclops lay battered on the bitumen, his visor lay out of reach and his eyes tightly closed. Jean had arrived just in time to crush the mental monstrosity about to flatten Scott where he lay.
"Jean!" Jean turned and saw Storm flying through the air towards her.
"Jean?" Scott was on his knees patting the ground in search of his visor. With a thought they sailed from into his hands. Their eyes met and she they shared warm grins. "You came back!"
In the distance screams rang out, and the rumbling sound of more giant robots could be heard.
"I thought the Sentinel program was dissolved?" The X-Men had fought this battle already, alongside the Brotherhood, and won. Were they doomed to fight forever, she wondered.
"It was, but not all the files were destroyed. These machines are not the same as the Sentinels we've faced before," said Storm, her light African accent sounded like honey to Jeans ears. She had missed her friends so much. "These beasts are under Magneto's control."
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The battle had been hard and painful but in the end, with Jean's help, the X-Men were victorious once again.
It had been six weeks since the attack and human-mutant relations were not improving. The general community was outraged and the X-Men were often called away to protect persecuted mutants.
Jean had not heard from Alex and his time was running up. Scott, it seems, was hell bent on making amends to Jean. She held no grudge against Scott for rejecting her but didn't mind the attention. She realised that she still often thought of Scott while she was married to his brother and guilt burned her heart over it, she couldn't blame Alex for his jealousy when it had some foundation.
Scott had been one of her closest friends. She hoped rather then believed his feelings were platonic now. She would not forsake her vows to Alex now that Scott realised his true feelings for her.
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Less than a week later, after a particularly intense mission, Jean walked into her room to find Alex sitting on her bed. It was a testament to how troubled her thoughts were that she did not sense him earlier.
He looked the picture of desolation and regret as he stood silently in front of her. Jean searched his eyes and his mind before a tear escaped her eyes. She found the what she was looking for; the regret he felt, the hours he spent soul searching over his jealousy, the resolve to change and the hope of forgiveness.
"Oh Alex." Jean through herself into his arms and held him tightly. Jean knew no human was perfect, she included. Closing her eyes she listened as he recalled his wedding vows and felt at home.
Jean, I walked this Earth a thousand years, and lived a hundred lives. I am honoured you have chosen to spend this life with me. I vow to love you always, through hardships and fortunes, through sickness and health. I hope we walk this Earth together another hundred lifetimes.
The end.
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