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Chapter 11 – Jubilation

Everything was gently levitating around the room, things were moving in the open boxes on the floor where the bed used to be. The paintings had been taken down earlier in the morning and sent to the newly renovated boathouse along the furniture and the new devices bought and installed. Hope's room had been the first thing to be moved so the child could be comfortable. The youngest pupil at the institute had been ecstatic to live so close to the lake.

Jean and Scott's room had been the hardest and last thing to be moved as the couple had lived in that suite since 1989 and many things had to be tossed away before they could move. Jean couldn't believe so many things had fitted in their room through the years, enough stuff to fill their new two-bedroom cottage.

It had been two weeks ever since Jean learnt about Lorna Dane's parents and she had only talked to Scott about it. The couple had been angry at their mentor for being thrown in that situation and the secret kept from them but Scott had began accepting it while Jean couldn't. Scott always agreed with Charles more than she did. She hated to admit -that like Raven-, Scott had confessed the truth of the X-Men not being able back in the 80's to defend the school if Lorna was there as a target for Magneto's enemies or Magneto himself.

Jean felt the betrayal of her mentor cutting deeper than what Scott felt. Maybe because Charles had been so demanding with her over the years, about her powers, about becoming a role model, a good teacher. Charles always expected the greatest from Jean and like Jean's powers, every time she had reached a new high, more had been demanded.

Charles was still fragile, out of the infirmary, away from Franklin as Jean had demanded of the young man and in his private quarters, being taken care by Hank and Jean, his physicians. Logan kept on visiting but the two men had decided to catch up with Logan's issues by talking instead of projecting, and it had served everyone. They kept Charles busy and distracted from the massive changes around him, helped Logan catch up, and kept Franklin away as Logan was always there... The school teachers were struggling to finish the term as Logan was still unfit to take up his history classes; Jean was on and off in Washington and Charles was unavailable.

Jean always concealed her mind when she reached Charles and that made her guilty of keeping things from him although he started it first, decades ago. So Jean had decided to keep her mouth –and mind- shut for the time being. With Hank's help, she imposed the new laws on wanted mutants with criminal records; put a good bounty on Erik and his children's heads. She declared war on the Brotherhood of Mutants that was to be reshaped and answered Magneto's video with one of her own, vowing to stop the disruption and terrorism. Jean had also given clearance for the cure to be used in case of an encounter with the Special Forces that were after the Brotherhood. She had hated the decision but she preferred that instead of bullets. Raven had been silent and angry. Jean did her best to avoid her, she had declared war on Raven's child and she hated the rift in her relationship with a friend she knew for so long. Even if Raven had kept secrets from her, Jean hated having her against her. Jean only took solace in the thought of her own child's safety for that matter.

As Franklin had insisted, Jean and Scott had also decided to go forward with the move to the boathouse. The couple had employed the best of technicians to renovate the place and Jean had taken care –like back in the past with the mansion- the task of telekinetically rebuilding the boathouse. After inspection, they had found it still had stable foundation and a skeleton but the walls, roof, doors and floor had to be replaced. Surprisingly, the reconstruction had been fast, just like with the damages done by Polaris at the mansion. When you have a name and resources, things happen fast and now Jean had only to finish cleaning up her music collection and she was ready to pack the last things and move them to her new house. She smiled as she picked up a vinyl of Boy George. Scott's first gift in their first month anniversary, the cocky Scott Summers and his awkward ways of flirting had been legendary.

'Hey has anyone ever told you, you look like this?...Yeah…' Scott had raised the vinyl and showed it to Jean. Boy George, 80's fashion. Jean felt annoyed, insulted and amused, the boy was hopeless and she was too gorgeous for his silly ass.

'No thanks, Scott, you're an asshole,' she had exclaimed with a grinning Jubilee behind them.

'Oh come on, it was a compliment-' Scott tried lamely and rushed to put it back in its place. She could hear his thoughts; he meant she looked fabulous like a rock star. The poor man couldn't conceal his thoughts when embarrassed or afraid, she wished she could hear more of his mind.

'Thank you so much,' Jean added annoyed but couldn't stop the chuckle at his sassy grin, she liked the bloody idiot, more than like… she fancied him and that annoyed her even more. Scott Summers was a hot-head silly, gorgeous young man.

'Stop daydreaming about me, wife, I hear you from two floors below,' Scott's deep voice sent through their link, snapped her out of her memory of the mall, so many years ago. She sent the vinyl flying in the box for the new house and grinned.

'Stop focusing on me and focus on your class, you have many more of them for the day.' Jean sent back and "heard" him grinning too.

'I suddenly heard you calling me an asshole and I thought you found your broken vinyl of Queen, baby,' Scott sent back and Jean's eyes widened as she levitated her entire collection before her eyes and gripped the Greatest Hits of Queen, the folder bended and Jean gasped. 'It was an accident,' Scott sent back quickly.

'I'll kill you,' Jean sent angrily and tossed one of her favorite vinyls away. 'When?'

'Last week, Hope wanted to check your collection, we decided to listen to some music, she had left everything on the floor and I stepped on it by accident, sorry baby. I have already ordered another. I hoped it'd arrive before you discover it.' Scott sent and Jean frowned, she remembered coming back from DC last Tuesday and finding the two Summers dancing on Duran Duran because Scott had simply the worst taste in music.

Jean took a deep breath, she had to expect some collateral damage as Scott had been taking care of Hope almost exclusively for the past two weeks. Jean had been needed in DC and Scott had done his best to take care of their little daughter along teaching extra hours, adding more Danger Room sessions in the program for everyone, adding Franklin in training to everyone's surprise, and supervising the boathouse's renovation. He had been an amazing, exhausted leader, teacher, father, husband and friend and Jean simply couldn't keep a grudge over her favorite vinyl. 'Love you too,' He sent back at her before she could feel him withdrawing from their bond as to focus back in his class.

Jean finished with the vinyl records and little by little everything flowed inside the boxes. She had a limited time at the mansion, early the next morning she would have to go back to DC. She was supposed to be meeting Zander Rice and Franklin had insisted on being there with her, Hank had given him clearance to escort the Madame Secretary and Jean didn't like it.

Rice would be one of their main downfalls, combined with the Westchester Incident and if Franklin was correct, he was already undergoing with his experiments. Jean had wondered how Hank could have missed such a case but she knew the world was vast. She didn't want to criticize her friend as for the past two weeks; she had tasted more than enough failure as the Secretary. The plan was for Scott to have everyone ready to leave for the mission of finding the laboratory where the monster experimented on children. She was afraid of what they would find there, especially after Alkali and the experiments she had to destroy back then. She could only hope Franklin would be right and this wasn't another miscalculation of his.

She hated how the young man was trying to step into so many fields concerning her life, from her family moving to the boathouse, to Charles and the enemies they were facing, up to her work as Secretary. However, she also had to admit that he had obeyed in all her wishes or rather commands, staying away from Charles being the greatest. He had saved them all by teleporting the team on time, he had done everything in his power to win their trust and keep Hope safe.

He had been furious at her for invading his mind but then he returned to that suppressive/passive stance that got under her skin. Jean had seen him with the X-Force, that put her mind at ease a little. Knowing he meant no harm to them, that he didn't lie, that he cared.

He had prevented Hank's assassination and even helped with his own telekinesis for the boathouse and the mansion while Jean was away, as Scott had informed her. Scott and Storm, had included Franklin in training, and the young man fell easily in sync with the rest.

The doors to the large balcony before her, opened with her powers, and mostly out of habit, she touched her temple to focus on her powers. The boxes floated outside and slowly across the acres separating the mansion from the boathouse. It was a clear day, she would send them down there and move through the mansion to the main doors. From there, she would move down to the boathouse where Hope was having fun with Elisabeth, the only one not teaching but helping with the renovation at the moment.

She gave a last look at her old bedroom as she opened the door, she had spent the best part of her life in that suite, countless of moments with Scott, with her friends and Hope. The mansion was her home but this room had been her haven. She felt guilty for giving it up like this but she had to, for so many reasons concerning the present and the future…

Jean finally closed the door of the now empty room and moved down the corridor. She had missed a lot of things happening in the full of people place. As she moved through the corridor she felt a wave of disorientation, anger and fear hitting her, it wasn't hers, it came through one of the doors, she steadied herself with one hand on the nearer wall to focus.

Rogue's room. She moved closer and knocked on the door of her friend and one of Hope's godmothers.

'Marie? It's Jean, can I come in?' Jean asked and shielded her mind at the powerful projection of feelings her friend emitted. She mostly heard the mental agreement rather than the vocal so she opened the door to find her friend sat on her bed, pale and shaken. Her gloved hands holding her head as she heaved breaths. Jean rushed close to her friend and lifted her chin, examining her, slightly dehydrated, slightly dazed and weak. 'What happened to you?' Jean asked as she was sure her friend had vomited her breakfast.

'It started a few days ago,' Rogue explained and Jean frowned as she finally noticed the little plastic stick on the bed, by her friend's right thigh. Rogue looked up at her friend before Jean could smile and the telepath saw the turmoil. It felt like yesterday when Rogue joined the team, scared and lost. Unable to control her powers and worried she wouldn't fit in. Jean still remembered the team saving that young girl from Magneto and finding a powerful asset to it. Marie had become a confident woman with her struggles and ups and downs. She had learnt to control her powers and the gloves were mostly there to prevent accidents but now as she looked up at Jean with that old fear, the telepath wondered what could be so bad. Rogue was at her late thirties, she should be happy, she had been with Bobby for years. Even though, Jean had noticed their relationship was being through a phase, had heard the fights and screams. She had also noticed Remy around her but Jean hadn't had the time to learn what was going on.

'I'm not sure whose it is,' Marie finally replied Jean's unspoken question and Jean sighed and sat next to her friend, an arm wrapping around her younger friend who finally broke down in tears. Bobby or Remy, either choice would lead to great changes in their lives, changes that would affect even the team. Jean couldn't help but keep this out for now; Scott had enough in his hands. 'And damn it, I'm keeping this baby,' Rogue added and Jean nodded and kissed the back of her friend's head.

'Of course you do, dear, no baby will be abandoned,' not again, she added mentally too herself as her mind flew to Lorna Dane for a moment.

'Was it difficult? The pregnancy? Rogue asked as she looked at Jean who smiled.

'Nothing we can't face, I promise. First semester sucks.' Jean tried. Rogue was there, she certainly remembered the hormonal changes and vomiting, the entire mansion had been afraid of Jean's glare at those weeks. 'Also being attacked by Magneto hadn't been ideal for the second semester, or fighting him in Alcatraz at the end of the pregnancy…' Jean added and Rogue sighed and nodded. They had been through a lot because of Magneto, both of them. 'But I promise you, I won't stop this time, when I face him I'll finish him.' Jean promised and Rogue nodded, they were both worried about him escaping. Rogue had been angry at Jean after Alcatraz. In Rogue's opinion, Jean shouldn't have showed mercy. Jean felt now that he had escaped again, her friend had been right. 'What do you want to do?' Jean brought back the subject and Rogue huffed.

'With Bobby, we simply can't go on like that…. With Remy it's exciting and somethin' different, but now… things 're…. Damn it, I thought this would nevva happen.' Rogue sighed and hid her face again in her palms. Jean nodded and patted her friend's back.

'No matter what, I'm here for you, as a friend and a doctor. I know I have been in DC a lot but still, I'm here,' Jean offered the only support she could give and Rogue nodded and smiled at her friend. 'And since I will have to leave tomorrow morning, I want you in the infirmary for a first check up, tonight. Tell them you need to help me organize the infirmary if you want to keep it a secret. But I want you down there to check on you and the little one,' Jean commanded gently and Rogue nodded her head, her eyes watering at the mention of the baby. Jean's pager vibrated just like Rogue's did, better than a smartphone, silent and easy to use. She checked it and saw the code, someone was approaching. 'I'll go to that, you stay here and rest, careful every time you stand up. I always felt the room spin, and of course no flying.' Jean added as she stood up and looked at her friend.

'Thanks, Jean,' Marie could only say as Jean smiled and moved to the door.

'No worries, dear,' Jean reassured her as she moved out of the room. She scanned the area and felt a car approaching, loud music was heard from a distance, the car had just passed the outskirts of the Xavier property. Jean was ready to move down the corridor when she stumbled upon Logan, her mind too busy sending the boxes to the boathouse and reaching for the newcomer to "hear" Logan approaching.

'Rogue's been cryin'. I hear' her,' Logan said as Jean shielded her friend's door with her body in instinct. If she were Rogue, she wouldn't want any paternal figure bursting in the room while she was crying over a peed stick and everything that it implied.

'She's fine, I just checked on her.' Jean reassured her friend who looked at her suspiciously, trying to intimidate a reaction out of her, it wouldn't work. She wasn't sure if he looked at her like that in his own timeline but at this one, she had to grant Rogue privacy and Logan out of that room. Having Logan beating up both Bobby and Remy for good measure wouldn't help with the paternity tests. 'Logan, really, the last thing she needs right now is visitors.' Jean added as she could see him sniffing the air and using his instincts to guess what was going on, he frowned at whatever he sniffed in the air. 'How's Charles? I haven't checked on him this morning, it was Hank's turn,' Jean added and Logan focused back on his friend and the woman he had killed in his own time.

'Getting better, lecturing me about smoking, again. He also complained about you and Scott not visiting often or long enough.' Logan offered softly and Jean could only nod. She wouldn't admit anything to her friends; she had every right to avoid her mentor apart from the necessary medical check-ups on him until she could find a way to face him without screaming at him. She hadn't been ready to learn what was the other secret Charles had kept from her and Scott. She still hadn't found a way to break the first one to the rest.

'You had almost quit smoking… Until last month,' Jean pointed out, averting the subject from her and Scott. Logan rolled his eyes, obviously this wouldn't be the case now. 'If you think you need help with the regression, I'm here-'

'I know, 'Ro told me she asked you to help if Charles can't keep up,' Logan added to Jean's words and she smiled at the sound of her best friend's nickname from Logan, no more Storm… now she was 'Ro. Things were progressing between them, Jean was sure. 'To be honest I prefer talking than projection, gives me time to ask things as the events unfold.' Logan explained and Jean nodded again.

'I know, it's been a lot to see.' Jean comforted and Logan looked at her.

'I do have some questions though.' Logan said and Jean nodded for him to go on. 'We reached the 90's. I saw your ordeal with the Dark Phoenix.' Logan explained and this time Jean's eyes clouded with the memories. 'I'm not sure I got what that was and I didn't want to push Charles. In my timeline, he had put barriers in your mind, driving you mad; the other personality took over, end of story.' Logan added softly and Jean nodded.

'The reason I didn't show you that, almost a month ago was because it was too early for you to reach that. I wanted Charles to explain first as it's complicated. I just never expected he'd have a stroke between then and now.' Jean started by explaining why she hadn't projected anything in that session the two of them had in Logan's study, he nodded his head in understanding.

'There are powerful forces in the universe,' Jean started. 'The Phoenix Force is one of them, cosmic and celestial, a power pocket that feeds upon hosts around the universe. We had a rescue mission in space we weren't prepared for; and I got hit by solar flares.' Jean added and Logan nodded, knowing about it as she could sense from his talk with Charles, Logan had been informed about Charles' guilt on sending the team in that fateful mission. 'My powers are practically unlimited and developing in the unconscious part of my brain. Anyone else hit by those flares would have died, but my powers protected me. Yet, my mind was affected.'

'My powers flared up without me having the time to control that new level as the unconscious part of my brain widened and pushed at the conscious.' Jean went on and Logan only nodded, showing her he followed her.

'I had been like a beacon of energy, radiating power and the Force feeds through such powers. It felt me and it neared, it nestled into my unconscious and I started losing my sanity because of it. The Phoenix Force fed on the unconscious part of my mind and it fed on the Force… Both pushing my consciousness into oblivion as they tried to make room in my brain.' Jean tried to explain and Logan remained silent and tried to understand. 'Problem was, I was too young and it was too hungry for me, it took over me and I almost killed everyone, including myself. Scott tried to help me fight it but all I could do was abandoning myself in it, because fighting was excruciating.' Jean added and Logan sighed. Jean could remember him killing her from his own projected memories.

'I guess what you encountered in your timeline was the case of the Phoenix Force becoming one with my unconscious and consuming me completely. In that reality, Charles had been wrong, it wasn't another personality, it was the Phoenix Force embodied in my unconscious, he wouldn't recognize it as he only put barriers there and tried to hush it, the Force had to be encountered and limited but not caged. After all, when you cage the beast, it gets angry…' Jean added, pointedly repeating Logan's own words, she had witnessed it all in Logan's mind. 'When risen, it sucks at my life-force but I am in control of my powers so my unconscious stays in its place, with the Force within it but under my control.' Jean explained and Logan frowned.

'It's still in there?' he asked in worry and Jean nodded.

'It can't leave, Logan' Jean whispered, looking deep into his eyes. 'Our very essence lays in the unconscious part of our brains. The conscious is simple physical reaction and the brain proceeding things and creating logic. It's our deeper selves that hold the soul and the emotions, our instincts and feelings. If it leaves, it will rip out my unconscious with it, hence my very being. I'm linked with it since it chose me.' Jean explained and Logan growled his understanding, yet his eyes were soft, scared. 'In your timeline, I was barely able to lift a book because of Charles' barriers, he messed me up and I wasn't able to stop the Phoenix. I know... I have seen your nightmares, Logan. I know what went wrong there.' Jean explained as Logan looked at her in fear of his past.

'The Phoenix Force is amoral, inhuman, it cannot fathom such notions as good and evil. It only wants to feed on the host, and usually the hosts are Omega Fives, because our powers unlimitedly stem from our unconscious minds. It's where it nestles and feeds on until it inevitably kills the host and moves on. Unless the mutant can learn to control the unconscious mind and therefore the Force, that nestles in it.' Jean informed her friend and sighed as she saw his eyes getting lost in his memories of her as the Dark Phoenix in his own timeline. 'I think that's why my skin turned black and necrotic in your timeline… The Force was killing me anyway. You just put an end to my suffering before I could kill thousands instead of hundreds...' Jean added and Logan nodded his head in defeat, she hoped that would be comforting for the crime he seemed unable to move on from.

'Because of Scott and his persistence to stand up to everyone who wanted me eliminated and the ones who wanted me exploited for their own means… I managed my powers and the Force. Because of his love and him stepping in the fire, getting burnt and surviving for me. He pushed on my limits for me to stop the Force from killing him, making me control it and contain it. I was ready to die but not let Scott get killed...' Jean explained, her eyes lost for a moment in the painful memories of '92. 'Both the Force and Scott made me choose between each other and I did. Scott was my choice and the Force compromised with my occasional use of it, it sustains me and I nourish it. I compromised with it being forever connected within me, without it I will die. Scott compromised with the possibility of the Force killing me one day either by me abusing it or it leaving for another host. My powers are mainly telekinesis and telepathy but I developed a secondary mutation, that's a blurred line between using my telekinesis excessively and tapping on the Force. When using it, there is always the risk of it overtaking me but after all those years I have learnt to focus and use it wisely. When used properly, it's actually beneficial for my health, but if abused, it gives me black outs, even sucks at my life-force, just like in your timeline.' Jean explained finally and Logan nodded his head again. He would need some time to process this, to realize that no matter what, she was doomed to die in his timeline. Yet, Logan was glad he had warned Charles about her and now here she was, a powerful being, a confident, loved woman with a happy life.

"Listen…She did make a choice… it was you." It felt like a lifetime ago, but he remembered his own words, from his own timeline, to Scott right after Jean's sacrifice at Alkali Lake. It was the truth, Jean chose Scott, in every occasion and timeline, and ultimately, it had saved her life. Jean saw the interaction he projected, she smiled and that smile wasn't meant for Logan this time, Scott had felt the moment too.

'What about Hope?' his mind brought the question to his lips and Jean sighed and nodded at his suspicion.

'My powers always looked like a firebird…I loved the symbol of the Phoenix since I was a child reading mythology books… I was meant to be a host for the Phoenix Force.' Jean explained and looked at the end of the corridor for a moment before she could look back at Logan. 'As for Hope…' Jean trailed off for a moment. 'She's a different person, half Scott's... we'll know that only after her powers manifest. If she's an Omega Five, yes, there is the possibility the Phoenix Force will find her very familiar to me, younger and powerful. It could transfer itself to her if her powers take over her conscious mind. If she's not taught to control them, the Phoenix Force might try take a hold of them.' Jean concluded, her voice laced with fear for the future.

'Transfer and abandon you?' Logan asked, Jean felt his stomach dropping at the idea of her dying, Jean shook her head.

'Abandon me, stay with me and extend to Hope… we're not sure.' Jean mused. 'I'm a rare case, Logan…from what I have felt from the Force's imprints through the centuries of its existence, its previous hosts had been worshiped like Gods… Until they died from it and became legends and myths…' Jean explained. 'I'm probably the first who made it to control it on this Earth, only because it's within my own brain and I controlled myself. Besides, we all have to die sometime…' Jean finally explained and Logan considered her words, remembering young Charles Xavier telling him the same thing, decades ago, when he first met him at the mansion. 'I don't care if the Phoenix kills me while going to Hope, as long as I have the time to teach Hope how to control it.' Jean whispered and sighed 'That's why I need Hope safe and sound, away from Charles' deteriorating brain and the possible seizures. That's why I want her confident and happy to control her powers and overcome the obstacles, if she's to be like me.' Jean concluded and Logan nodded his head.

'I understand now,' he only said and Jean smiled at his desperate face.

'But can I tell you something?' Jean wondered and Logan looked deep into her eyes before he could nod. 'Remember the events of Alkali Lake I showed you? When the Force overcame me?' Jean asked and Logan nodded, remembering the different events from what he had been through in Alkali base. 'I know it sounds like poor Jeannie got stuck with a cosmic leech that might break her mind and leave any minute' Jean started and Logan chuckled sadly, his thoughts exactly.

'But when in use of the Force, I reach the stars and connect with a joyful and amazing universal being that actually helps me by feeding on my unlimited powers. I have been living with the Phoenix Force within me for the past thirty years, Logan, it's part of me by now and I have embraced it. It has saved me more times than it has tried to kill me.' Jean explained and Logan sighed and nodded, she knew he needed time for all this and he would go with whatever sailed her boat.

'I just want you to be happy, like everyone in here,' Logan confessed and Jean smiled and nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder as they remained before each other.

'I know, and I am, we all are, if you don't count the past days that sucked,' Jean added and Logan snorted a laugh this time. He was surprised at the use of language from her. In his own timeline he must have met a shadow of who she truly was now. She remembered the images of herself, scared, unconfident, her potential wasted.

'I must go and check at the door, someone's coming,' Jean finally said and Logan looked at her for a few more moments before he could squeeze at her hand and move down the corridor. Deciding to also leave Rogue be for now. They all needed time, Jean concluded with a sigh as she refocused on the newcomer. The moment Jean touched the mind of the person, she rushed down the stairs and to the main door, opening it widely and beaming at her oldest classmate who had just pulled up at the front.

Bracelets, dangling earrings, high heels, a mini dress with a grand cleavage and a high ponytail, all matched with a glaring yellow raincoat. The loud music died on the player and the forty-eight year old came out with a huge smile on her face, slammed the door shut, rushed up the stairs and fell in Jean's open arms. The two women squealing in happiness, that was a rare and special occasion. It had been more than six years since Jubilation Lee had left for London as she had became a famous fashion designer and Europe had been her inspiration.

'Why didn't you say a word? We'd have picked you up from the airport!' Jean exclaimed as they broke their hug to look at each other. Jubilee laughed and shook her head.

'Wanted to give you a pleasant surprise.' Jubilee offered and Jean smiled and nodded.

'You sure did,' she confirmed at her friend as Jubilee looked around with nostalgia in her eyes.

'I missed this place,' Jubilee expressed as the two women remained hugged. She looked at Jean and winked. 'Congrats on the new position.' She added and Jean chuckled, her friend's happiness was contagious.

'My office has seen better days,' Jean offered and Jubilee clicked her tongue.

'Oh, don't be hard on yourself, Jay.' Jubilee offered and Jean smiled at her old nickname, it was so comforting having her oldest friend back at the mansion. When everyone else feared her as the telekinetic freak of the school, Jubilee had been there to keep Jean some company and have girly talk. Jean always valued Jubilee as a little sister for that. 'I would have come earlier but I had to finish some things in London. How's Charles?' Jubilee asked and Jean sighed.

'Recovering, he'll be ok, a lot of things have happened,' Jean offered and decided against saying all the bad news. 'He would love to see you,' she added and smiled as her friend nodded. 'Scott and I are moving to the boathouse,' she added and Jubilee beamed at her.

'For real? At last! This is the oldest story in the book!' Jubilee laughed and Jean joined her.

'I know, we're late bloomers… going as far as some acres away.' Jean laughed and Jubilee rolled her eyes.

'Not all of you are brave enough to put an ocean between you and the mansion.' Jubilee laughed and Jean rolled her eyes.

'Not all of us are as talented or super rich fashion designers; you know we still get fanmail for you here, right?' Jean said and Jubilee winked at her friend.

'Course you do! You all ended up as boring teachers and doctors and I ended up as a star,' Jubilee faked mockery, earning a good slap on the arm by her friend who laughed as well. 'Where is my star, my heiress?' she added and Jean smiled as she knew Jubilee meant Hope.

'At the boathouse, with Elisabeth, setting things up. We had some problems here and since Charles is sick the rest are teaching classes all day long,' Jean explained and Jubilee frowned.

'More than Charles' stroke and Magneto attacking? What else happened?' Jubilee asked and Jean sighed as the two women started in unison for the way to the boathouse.

'Are you sure you want to know all the ugly stuff?' Jean wondered and Jubilee nodded her head in confidence.

'Come on, I'm a firecracker, shoot,' she urged her friend as the two women moved down the path to the Summers' new household, while Jean explained time travelers, future dystopias and the attack at the school.

OK I wanted to toy with Jean more open character from Apocalypse and the little scene at the mall, I hope you liked that beat. I hope the exposition for the Phoenix Force wasn't too long as I wanted to clear the air about it and what better way than explain it to Logan who has been so guilty over the movie franchise for what he was forced to do to Jean. I hope liked the little bits from the movies mentioned. I hope I have come close to what the Dark Phoenix movie will show us in a few months from now. And I wanted Jubilee back as she has been misstreated in the movies and it's simply a shame, Rogue being pregnant is a small candy for a very dear friend to me, my best friend who is reading the story. Irene, that was for you, sugah!

I hope you all like it, feedback is love!

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