Jean sat in her room after Rachel left, looking around herself and trying to see her new life through another's eyes. The sparsly furnished room, the lack of personal belongings, and the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts was not a good start. No wonder the girl had seemed so worried. Standing, Jean walked into the bathroom, stripping off her ( Read more... )

"The best gift I have ever given someone... Time, caring, compassion and love. The years will make all other things fade ( Read more... )

Jean sat staring at her journal. Her mind was blank. Leaning back in her chair, she opened the window with her mind and lit a cigarette ( Read more... )

Jean spent several hours after her less then wonderful interviews with Emma and Scott hauling boxes from the storage room in the attic, down to the medlab. At least if she was covered head to toe in sweat no one would notice the tears. Besides, if she was going to do research agin, she'd need a few things. Her old office was covered in dust, as ( Read more... )

Jean paced around her room again, before sitting down in front of her desk. She'd been hiding in her room for three days, sneaking out to raid the kitchen only after she was certain everyone was asleep. Lighting another cigarette, she reached for the notebook. It was time to be strong and face her fears, but it was hard. Too hard. So she would ( Read more... )

Jean writes ( Read more... )

It was 3 am. Everyone else in the mansion was asleep, with the exception of the few mutants who never needed to sleep. But not Jean Grey, Her thoughts and emotions were too disjointed for sleep. Sitting up, she pushed the blankets from her legs and moved to stand in front of the window. The night was beautiful. She was finally back at the place she ( Read more... )

Jean returned to Xavier's without fanfare. As a matter of fact, it was possible only Xavier knew she was there. Scott certainly didn't. Hearing voices, she ducked quickly into an alcove and watched him walk past with Emma. Looking at the white queen the way he had once looked at her. The rest of the journey up to her new room was uneventful. By ( Read more... )

Jean lifted her pen and stared down at the smooth page before her. After a moment of pondering what thoughts to express, her spidery writing began to line the paper ( Read more... )