(Locked to greyphoenix, queenemma, and angelic_witch.)

[greyphoenix]

A few moments after Emma is released from Jean's hold, a background sound becomes more audible. A cell phone ringing. The phone is lying on the floor, a few feet away, ringing over and over again.

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[angelic_witch]

::Tara held the reciever against her ear, listening to the ringing and becoming increasingly worried. Why wasn't Jean answering the phone? She should have come to New York sooner, after the dreams began, but she'd been so concerned with her and Willow's relationship... ::

Please, Jean... Pick up the phone...

[queenemma]

Emma walked slowly toward the phone ringing, one eye on Jean, as she bent down and picked it up. Jean really wasn't in any frame of mind to be speaking to anyone at the moment, so Emma was about to turn the phone off so she could go back to hopefully helping the telepath.

But two words stopped her. Boston. Tara.

Emma flipped the phone open, somehow already knowing who would be on the other end of the line. "Hello. Tara? It is Tara, isn't it? My name is Emma Frost. Jean Grey told me I need to speak to you. She's... she's had an incident."

She really didn't know how else to phrase it as she looked back at Jean.

{Hold on, Jean}, came the thought, even though Emma had been tossed out of Jean's mind.

[greyphoenix]

~It's her, isn't it? I knew there was something about her... Something strange... Things fall apart, that's what she said the first time I saw her... Be nice to her, Emma... Just... Be nice...~

[angelic_witch]

::Tara was startled to suddenly hear the voice on the other end of the phone. It seemed so sudden. For a moment she was at a loss. It wasn't Jean's voice. But then she remembered the dreams she'd been having recently. The ones that mirrored the old fairy stories. She knew who she was talking to. She remembered.::

H-Hello... Y-yes. This is T-Tara. You're th-the Snow Qu-queen. I kn-know you. Wh-where's Jean? Is sh-she alright? Something's happened hasn't it. I-I'm in New York. I th-thought I m-might be needed. C-Can you t-tell me wh-where you are? I c-could probably find you m-myself, just by f-following the fracturing energy, but an address is easier...

::Tara listened intently to what Emma had to say, nodding absently, her cheek against the phone.::

I'll b-be there. As f-fast as I can. I p-promise.