Jean was taking a walk around the X Mansion. She needed fresh air and some alone time to process everything Logan told her. If her dreams were any indication, she would one day start disintegrating objects, and unfortunately, people. She dreamed these things frequently until the day they defeated Apocalypse. After that, she barely recalled dreaming anything at all. The professor must have been blocking it from her when he saw what she could do. Just like he did in Logan's timeline.
But this was a different time. She knew what was about to happen and how to avoid it. Logan already altered time once, maybe he changed it again just by telling her what would happen. She had hope. "I will learn how to control it. I will not harm anyone," she thought.

"Hi Jean, we were thinking about going out tonight, what do you say?" Ororo asked.
"I'd love to, but I can't," Jean said.
"Why not? Are you alright? You seem sad," Ororo said concerned as she touched Jean's arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sad that I can't go," Jean tried to sound as light-hearted as possible, "the professor asked me to stay with him and Logan tonight."
Ororo eyed her suspiciously.
"My powers have been acting up a bit lately. I need to train more. Professor thinks Logan could help me," Jean added.
"Oh, I bet he could..." Ororo chuckled.
"With my powers!"
"Yeah, okay, have fun tonight...with Logan."
"I will. And with the professor as well," Jean cringed when she realized how it came out.
"Ha-ha-ha! See you later, Jean!"
"See you!"
Jean smiled. Ororo managed to cheer her up. Then she saw Scott walking towards her, and the cheer was gone. "Oh no, no, not now..." Jean thought. She always cared for Scott, but she really didn't want to see him right now, not after finding out she was going to kill him if she didn't learn to control her powers in time.
"Hi Jean. How are you feeling?" Scott asked.
"I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" Jean said.
"Fine, I guess. I just wanted to apologize..."
"You already did, Scott. It's okay, really. Doesn't even hurt," she assured him.
"You were doing so well, I really thought you would deflect it."
"I know. And I would have if my thoughts didn't wonder off. It's not your fault. Besides, having stitches is kind of badass, don't you think?" Jean smiled.
"I suppose it is. Did Storm tell you about us going out tonight?"
"She did. Unfortunately, I can't go with you. I have to stay here with professor, ..." she was about to say and Logan, but she stopped at professor. She didn't have to be a psychic to know these two didn't like each other.
"Too bad. Maybe next time."
"I'll be there next time for sure. Have fun tonight!"

Jean walked in the danger room where the professor was already waiting for her. "Hello Jean, how are you doing?" professor asked.
"Fine, considering the circumstances," she said.
"Are you ready to 'let go again'?"
"Ready as ever, I suppose." Jean looked around the room, "Where's Logan?"
"Right here, darlin'," Logan said running towards her, smelling of cigar smoke.
Jean never cared for that smell before, but somehow it smelled good on him.
"You see those targets?" professor said as he pointed at them, "I want you to destroy one of them."
"Why just one?" Jean asked.
"They're very close to each other. Destroying just one requires precision, and better control," he said.
Jean took a deep breath, she was ready to let go when the professor yelled, "Hold on!" as him and Logan moved farther away from the targets. "Okay, now!"
Jean's heart was racing. What if she lost control and destroyed the whole room? The whole building? But she'd do that anyway, eventually. "Alright, let's do this," she said. Jean focused, but nothing was happening. No fire.
"Go ahead, Jean!" the professor said.
"I'm trying!" Jean said frustrated. She's only done it once and it was a long time ago. She started to think of that day. An imagine of unconscious professor appeared in her mind. She heard his voice calling for her.
"Let go, Jean! Let go!" professor said.
Jean closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Now, Jean!" the professor urged her.
Jean opened her eyes, and spread her arms. There it was. Fire. She was covered in flames, like in her dreams.
"Oh my God..." Logan said. It was just like he remembered. He was terrified, but also in awe. She looked so powerful, so beautiful.
Jean destroyed the target in split second. Millions of little pieces fell on the floor. Then those pieces disappeared. Another target was disintegrating...
"Okay Jean, that's enough!" professor said as she destroyed another target bit the dust.
"Jean, stop!" he yelled.
Jean was inhaling sharply, fighting to tame the flames, but couldn't.
"I'm sorry, Jean," professor said before he shut her brain down.
Jean fainted as Logan caught her in his arms.

"Jeannie! Wake up!" Jean heard as she was regaining consciousness. She opened her eyes but all she could see was darkness.
"Jean, can ya see me?" Logan said. Jean started to see an image forming. It was blurry, but she could see Logan kneeling next to her, and the professor behind him.
"Yeah. Too bad you can't keep your face in focus," Jean said, making Logan smile. Logan sighed relieved, and caressed Jean's cheek.
"So how did I do?" Jean said sarcastically.
"Not bad, actually," professor said, "You hit the target precisely. Then you got a bit...overwhelmed."
"Yeah, overwhelmed." Jean couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice.
"Don't get discouraged, Jean. It was your first try," professor said. Logan agreed, she did very well for her first time. Well, second time.
"Yeah, don't give up, Red."
"Never," Jean said as she touched his hand that lay on her cheek.