 PhoenixAnime angelDin: Annandale-on-Hudson, New York
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Offf ... pai Maia a scris fic-ul acesta si l-a destinat tuturor cititorilor (adica si din alte tari ; pentru ca este postat in primul rand pe un site international).Cred ca daca as incerca sa fac traducerea s-ar putea sa fiu acuzata de plagiat si probabil ca nu as face nimic altceva decat sa stric stilul Maiei ... (din moment ce nici ea nu e romanca,nu prea cred ca are cum sa il traduca).
Totusi,ca sa va ajut,va voi face - in romana - rezumatul fiecarui capitol ...
Povestea se cheama Old Love, New Story (trad. -> Aceiasi iubire,scenariu diferit ) si se refera la triunghiul amoros Jean Grey-Summers&Scott Summers&Emma Grace Frost-Summers(veti vedea apoi ce este cu al doilea nume de familie al Emmei).
Cred ca cei mai multi dintre voi nu cunoasteti personajul Emmei,care de altfel este destul de nou pe ecrane si pana acum a aparut numai in benzile desenate (pe care sunt 90% sigura ca nu le-ati citit,pentru ca nu se gasesc decat in America ^^" ).Va voi da eu cateva randuri despre Emma,care va vor ajuta sa intelegti totul mai bine.
Emma Grace Frost (poreclita Craiasa Zapezii) este un personaj nou introdus de Marvel (compania care face X-Men).Are in jur de 40 de ani(insa are multe operatii estetice si "trucuri" care o fac sa arate de 20 ; nu recunoaste nici un ruptul capului ca are peste 30 de ani ),frumoasa,temperamentala,misterioasa si extrem de puternica.Poseda telepatia si de asemena se poate transforma in diamant(foruma in care nu-si poate folosi telepatia).Se indragosteste de Scott si,in momentul in care Jean pleaca pentru o perioada mai lunga in jurul lumii,pentru a ajuta mutantii,incepe o relatie amoroasa cu acesta(Scott si Jean erau deja casatoriti de un an si jumatate,insa in ultimul timp relatia lor se racise foarte mult).La un moment dat Jean s eintoarce,ii gaseste impreuna(in pat) si face o criza (mi-e imposiibl sa citez replica lui Jean,pentru ca as primi imediat BAN).O distruge pe Emma si il paraseste p Scott.
Oricum,in fic(al Maiei) povestea se petrece la 4 ani dupa plecarea Emmei(care defapt nu a murit),cand Scott si Jean traiesc fericiti,sunt casatoriti etc ...
~Rezumatul capitolului anterior~
Mai multe persoane sunt date disparute in Buenos Aires,printre care doi frati de 17 si 14 ani.Toate aceste persoane erau suspectate afi mutanti.
X-Men afla acest lucru si sunt trimisi sa cerceteze.Ororo (Furtuna) ramane insa acasa,intrucat echipa asteptat intoarcerea unui membru mai vechi.
Logan,Bobby(Iceman),Gambit,Rogue,Jean si Scott pleaca in Buenos Aires pentru a investiga.
Cam asta este tot ce se intampla.Asa cum am mai mentionat,Scott si Jean sunt casatoriti,iar Rogue si Gambit sunt impreuna.
Voi posta si capitolul urmator(mai intai in engleza) si va voi pune imediat si rezumatul.
MM
“Are you really Ok with this?” Scott asked closing the door behind them.
“Yes, honey, I already told you that I’m Ok that Emma Frost is going to live with us.” Jean said very slowly, obviously annoyed with her husband’s insistence.
“Yeah, sure, but it’s just that…”
“It’s just that nothing. You don’t need to worry that much.” She walked to the kitchen, getting a small pot and putting on some water. “Coffee?” Scott nodded and sat on the balcony. “It’s not a big deal, if she behaves herself.”
“Ok. You won.”
“I know honey. I always do.” She said playfully turning to give him a light kiss on the lips.
‘Maybe not always…’ She mentally corrected herself, as she turned her back to him, her smile fading.
“We should concentrate on tomorrow’s mission.”
“Yes, those poor kids… I don’t know if I really want to know what they did to them… but I’m sure I want to stop it.” She finished the last sentence using her telepathy to make the water boil faster. “And their parents…”
“Jean…” He knew what she was going say. They were married for four years, and since their second anniversary Jean always claimed for the same thing. She wanted a child. It’s not that Scott didn’t want one, but he was certain that he didn’t want to have a son or a daughter that would have to deal with the chances of becoming an orphan.
“We already discussed that, Jean.” She put their mugs on the table and sat on the chair on the opposite side of the balcony.
“Actually, you gave me a sentence.”
“Jean…” He got her hands. “Honey you know that-”
“That you’re afraid.” She just realized what she said after the words were out of her mouth. Silence filled the room as she took a sip of her coffee, avoiding his eyes.
“I –”
“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to-” He raised his hand in a signal for her to stop.
“I never thought about that in this way before…” He finished looking aside. It actually made sense. Because of his trauma with his own parents, and his wife, Scott knew how it feels to lose someone you love. He felt it so many times as an X-Man that he didn’t want this for someone that he would love more than life, a son. He looked back at Jean, who was silently drinking her coffee, letting her husband reorganize his thoughts.
“Do… do you really think we should try it, even with all the risks?” She just didn’t drown with her coffee because she used her telekinesis to close her epiglottal. Jean didn’t believe her ears. After two long years he was finally accepting this. Her eyes were shining as she tried to speak.
“Honey are you-”
“Yes, yes and yes! Of course I want to give it a try!” She forgot about her coffee and rounded the table to meet Scott’s lips. “The idea also terrifies me, but that’s normal.” She sat on his lap.
“Thank you for showing me this. I, I guess sometimes this thing of ‘Fearless Leader’ gets to my head.”
“Thank you too… thank you for being honest with me.”
She was happy. Scott could tell by the smile she was wearing that she was truly happy. He realized that a smile was also touching his lips.
“So…” He passed an explorative hand on her thigh. “Do you want to do it now?” Her happy smile turned to a sensual one. She swooped down to catch his lips.
“Hun… what day is today?”
“Hu? Oh…” He understood the question. “17th.” He smirked seeing her counting the days in her fingers between his arms. Her thoughtful face turned to frustration.
“Sorry, Romeo, just in a couple of weeks…”
“Hun…”
“I hope that’s not long enough for you to change your mind…” She said with some fear.
“Don’t worry, suddenly I… I don’t know… I want this so much now. I think I always wanted this, but never realized it… and after the Phoenix… you know. In this last couple of minutes I realize I want… better, need this.” He looked deeply into her eyes, smiling as she tried to find his eyes behind the shades. “I want to have a child with you.”
“Oh Scott…” She said with emotion on her voice, hugging him. They stood like this for some minutes.
“You know… maybe for that we can wait a couple of weeks, but we can start practicing…” He tightened his hand on her thigh. Now her malicious smile stayed in place as she leaned down to kiss him again, slowly, soundly and passionately. “Let’s go upstairs.” He said to her neck as he licked his way back to her lips.
MM
Early the next day the X-Men were on the Black Bird level, reviewing the details of the mission.
Scott and Remy were discussing where and when they would go that day. Rogue was helping Hank on checking the Black Bird for its long trip. She explained the situation for him, who wasn’t in the meeting the day before.
Jean was talking to Storm to see if she had any news about Emma’s arriving, but the Weather Witch didn’t have a specific date. As the news in the Xavier mansion runs like the wind, most of the X-Men already knew of her arrival.
The four prepared X-Men got into the plane, Storm and Beast assisting with the take off.
An hour and a half later, the jet stabilized, Scott put it on autopilot.
“Ya know, we can use this weekend away… go to some tourist points…”
“I’d love to take you to the Café Tortoni mah chere. We could dance some tango there…”
“Hunn… sounds good for me, sugah.”
“Hun… let’s enjoy de trip…” Remy got up and put a CD to play.
‘It won’t be easy, you’ll think it’s strange…’
“No way…” Scott said laughing, as the Southern couple started to dance in the airplane.
“C’mon, it’s beautiful…” Jean said hugging him from behind.
‘You won’t believe me, all you will see is the girl you once knew…’
“They really can dance.”
Remy turned Rogue around and, exploring her covered body, swooped her down on the rhythm of the music and stopped few inches away from her mouth, mumbling French nothings to her.
Jean rested her head on Scott’s shoulder.
“I love you, ok?”
“I love you too.”
“It’s really important to me that you know that.” Suddenly the plane shook, almost making the dancing couple fall, Remy supporting Rogue not to hit the floor.
“What happened?”
“Nothing, I hope, maybe turbulence. We’re just getting to the Atlantic. We’ll get there in four hours.”
‘Don’t cry for me, Argentina…’
“Ok.” Jean rested her head on Scott’s shoulder again.
MM
“Woo… the X-men really don’t care ‘bout spendin’ a lot of money in missions, hun?” Remy said as they walked into the Alvear Palace Hotel.
“I already told you Gambit, there are some rumors that this kidnapping wave has to do with the rich Argentine society.”
“Oui. We should investigate more crimes of de rich societies.” They laughed.
After the four of them were settled in their rooms, they went down to lunch. They introduced themselves as a group of American businessmen on vacation with their wives, that way no one would think it was strange that they would frequent some important places. During their lunch Jean telepathically searched the place, finding some interesting tips. They decided Rogue and Remy would search the Recoleta Neighborhood, one of the most sophisticated areas of the city. Jean and Scott would try to find the family of the missing kids.
The afternoon passed quickly, and soon the moon shone in the sky. Scott and Jean were already back to the hotel, very excited with what they had discovered. They confirmed that some of the kids were really mutants.
They were at their room, waiting for Rogue and Gambit. The couple was watching the news to see if they would see something about the kidnapping. Well, watching between some caressing. After all, it was rare that they would be alone considering the amount of people that lived in the mansion. Jean’s tongue was still in Scott’s mouth when the phone rang.
‘Let it ring.’ Came Scott’s voice in Jean’s mind as he deepened the kiss.
‘But…hunn…Scott, it’s important.’ It was hard to focus on the telephone when there was a hand trying to separate your thighs. ‘Wait Scott, it’s Storm.’ Reluctantly he let her go.
“Ahem, Hello?” Jean cleaned her throat.
“Mrs. McGuire?”
“Oh, yes.” She remembered the false name they were using.
“There’s a phone call for you from Mrs. Blackmon.”
“Mrs. Blackm… Oh, sure.” She mentally laughed about Storm’s fake name.
“Just a minuto and I’ll pass the phone call.”
“Yes…”
“Jean?”
“Blackmon? Haha.”
“Shut up…” Said the woman on the other line. “How are things around there?”
“Fine, why, what happened?”
“She’s here.”
“What?” Scott, who was paying attention on the TV news, once more focused on his wife.
“Emma. One of her meetings was canceled, so she could arrive. We need you back as soon as possible. Can you make it?”
“Well I… just a second.” She protected the phone with her hand and looked up to Scott. “Emma is there, so I need to go back. Is that ok?”
“Han, sure. Nothing really important is happening, anyway. You can go.”
“Ororo?”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be there. I’ll leave tomorrow morning and arrive around… lunch time. Ok?”
“Sure, I’ll be waiting. Take care.”
“Bye.” She hung up the phone. “So… I guess I’ll leave tomorrow around 5 a.m. Are you sure you don’t need me here?”
“Yes.” He hugged her. “So… where were we?” Smiling he bent down to catch his wife’s lips again.
While these two were too hooked on the mission, or seemed to, a certain Southern couple was enjoying their trip to the beautiful Capital of Argentina.
“And this, petite, is de Basílica Nuestra Señora del Pilar.” Remy said hugging Rogue from behind showing her the old church.
“Hun… did you steal somethin’ from it?”
“A couple of times.” He said chuckling in her ears.
“Ah think we should come back and tell them what we found out.”
“Let’s jus stay here fo’ some minutes.” He said sitting on the bench at the small square.
The couple stood there for some time, Remy explaining what he knew about Argentina to Rogue, sometimes inventing some things… actually most of the times he was making up the stories, but his red in black eyes were too charming to not convince his chérie. He suddenly stood quiet and made a signal to Rogue for her to do the same. The thief searched the place and focused in one alley near them. Rogue didn’t understand when he rushed for the place, his deck of card firmly in his right hand. She ran after him, taking off one of her gloves.
Remy had heard and saw someone spying on them in the alley. He found a man, around 25 years, well dressed, trying to hide behind a stair. Gambit bent down and got the men by the collar of his fancy suit.
“Bonsoir monsieur, what de fuk do you want with us?”
The man was terrified, trembling between Remy’s arms.
“Usted, you, shouldn’t be here!”
“Hun… is that a threat?”
“Freaks… caramba!” The men shouted when Remy responded his quote by giving him a punch on the stomach.
“Rogue.” Remy said not taking his eyes off the man. Rogue understood and touched the forehead of the men for a brief second. He didn’t pass out, but got a little dizzy. “Now you go befo’ mah femme does it again.” As soon as the man was released he ran off like a puppy.
“What did you…?”
“Let’s go to the hotel” She put her hand on her forehead as to focus “Scott and Jean need to know this.”
MM
“What?!”
“You heard.”
“Oh my God…” Jean sat on the bed. “I didn’t know it was that much worse.”
“All the time they were under us…” Scott looked at the window. The four X-Men were at Jean and Scott’s room at the hotel. Rogue had just told them what she saw in the man’s mind. The thing is, this organization, Butchers of Mutants, got little mutants kids and slaughtered them in a freak show. The high society seems to like it, because they pay a lot to see this kids being brutally and slowly murdered. Because of the strong images, Rogue was still shocked. She was sitting on a chair and Remy was caressing her, protected by her hair.
“They’re an organization. They kidnap young mutants, but they don’t want to be known as ‘mutants kidnappers’, to avoid some mutants protectors, like us. So they get just the black kids, as an attempt to trick the police.”
“And they are doing it.”
“But you said he was following you.”
“Oui.” Remy got in the conversation.
“Why did you let him go?”
“It wasn’t a good idea to get him, we don’ have anywhere to put him, anyway.”
“Yeah…”
“So…” Jean got up. “What are we going to do now?”
“We have to get in the tomorrow night’s ‘show’.” Scott said the last word with disgust. He turned to face them. “But I don’t think we should do that alone. If that guy knew who we are, they are probably waiting for us to appear there.”
“You mean, now it can be an offensive mission.” Jean completed his statement.
“Yes. And now that you’re going back we’ll need some help. Maybe Logan.”
“I can stay.”
“No. Your other mission will be more important. When you get there, you can explain the situation and other X-Man can come.”
“I’m too far to do a telepathic contact and a call for help by the phone, now that they apparently know us, wouldn’t be secure.”
“So it’s done. Remy? Tomorrow we’ll go to arrange our ‘tickets’ for the meeting, how is your Spanish?”
“Muy bueno.”
“Good.” Rogue and Gambit left the room for their own, saying the normal good-byes. Scott and Jean were alone again.
“Is it Ok for you to fly alone?”
“Yeah, I’m a big girl.” She teased him, cuddling herself between his arms on their bed.
“OK.” He turned off the TV and prepared himself to sleep.
“Scott?” She murmured.
“Yeah...?”
“You will be a great father.” He was kind of surprised with her comment, and wanted to ask her why. But she was almost asleep, making him change his mind.
“Thank you.” He smiled happily. He kissed the top of her head and soon was sleeping too.
MM
“So, how is she?”
“I don’t think that’s really her. She’s being so… polite.” Betsy answered as she sat beside Bobby in the living room couch. Betsy was helping Storm and Emma so the latter would be settled in her new room at the Mansion.
“Well, if Jean agrees with it, and she was the main target of Emma, that’s Ok for me.” He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the television. He searched for something good changing the channel at each five seconds. “I’m not too Ok with the idea, but its fine for me to have another hottie in the team.”
“Bobby…” She playfully punched him on the shoulder making him laugh.
“But it’s true!”
“Yeah, right. So, do you know when Warren comes back?”
“Nope. His business trips are always a surprise. And you are his girlfriend, you should know it.”
“Shut up.”
“I know there are a lot of girls on these trips, you know? Girls, businessmen, orgies… Ouch!” Now the punch was stronger.
MM
“Take care, hun?” He kissed his wife again. Hugging him tightly she responded to the kiss with passion.
“Logan, or someone, will be back at night. See you in three days…”
“Painful days.” Laughing he kissed her again.
The first sunlights were starting to appear on the sky. Her red hair was a marvelous bright orange; Scott pondered on how beautiful she was. And loved him… with a last squeeze on her hand he let her go inside the plane that was hidden in the suburban side of the city. He didn’t know why, but his heart hurt seeing her go. He shook his head trying to clear his mind from these thoughts.
“July, 19th. Destination, Xavier Mansion, Q.G, New York U.S.A. Current location, Buenos Aires, Argentina.” Jean started to tape her trip, as the X-Men always did when they traveled alone, in case of any accident.
“Members of the crew: Jean Summers. Local time, 5:30 am. Estimated time of Landing, 11:00 am.” As she spoke, she took a look at the plane’s numbers, checking if everything was in order. Satisfied with her little search, she turned off the digital recorder. In an hour she’d do the same thing again.
Scott watched the plane take off. The feeling that something was wrong continued in his mind as he headed for the car. That’d be probably his expectations for their mission tonight. He sat on the car’s seat, still smelling Jean’s lingering scent. He remembered their conversation the other night, how happy she was about their plans of having a baby. He started the car. She would be a terrific mother.
MM
“Localization: North of Venezuela, already getting to the Atlantic Ocean. Time: 7:30 am, local time. In ten minutes I’ll be flying over just water. No problems getting into the air space of Paraguay, Bolivia, Brazil and Venezuela…” Jean sat on the leather chair, trying to relax a little. Now that she’ll be just over water, there’s no problem in relaxing. With her TK she put on the auto-pilot.
Twenty minutes passed.
Jean woke up from her little nap to an irritating noise from the control panel. A red light turned on and off on a continued routine.
“What…” She checked the light. It was pointing that the left turbine II was just 50 and getting lower. The jet’s position was also getting lightly down. Not understanding the problem, she tried to reprogram that part of the control, maybe it was wrong.
Thirty minutes.
A sweat rolled down her face as the panel showed 30. By this time she could feel the instability of the aircraft. It was starting to be difficult to stand still without any support. Now she knew that something was wrong.
“Looks like someone forgot to do the checking of the plane, hun, Beast?” Jean said trying to laugh knowing that her trip was being taped.
She checked her position. In the middle of nothing, and she was deviating to the left. The closest safe land was Jamaica, but it was still too far. She shook her head refusing to face the possibility that maybe she would have to do an emergency landing.
An Explosion.
Jean fell on the chair as she felt the impact of something exploding. She rushed to the control panel, seeing that the turbine had just… exploded. Oh my God… she let out a cry of pain realizing that in the rush she bruised her arm. Not giving it too much attention, she concentrated on the controls.
“Passing the control to manual…” She got the wheel. The light continued to blink. Suddenly another sound, with less intensity, but it wasn’t what alerted Jean. Her senses got full awake when she smelled something burning.
She breathed deeply.
She was in the middle of the way, but she could do this. Being linked with a machine for some hours wouldn’t kill her. She was The Phoenix, after all.
“I’m going to assume telepathic control of the jet…” Getting up, Jean put her hand on her temple and concentrated. Floating a few inches over the floor, she shut her eyes. “…Now-”
She cried for pain as her mind connected with the damaged aircraft.
MM
Scott woke up from his short sleep. The sunlight coming from the window was annoying his eyes. He sub-consciously searched for Jean’s body on the bed, stopping his arms when he remembered the events early in the morning. With the same hand he changed his goggles for his visor, and then checked his watch, 8:00 am. Sighing and resting his sweat head on the pillow, Scott thought about his wife. He shut his eyes stronger as he felt something in his head, through their link. Her presence faded from his mind.
“The distance, must be the distance…” He mumbled to himself as he rose. A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the watch again. 8:03. Must be Remy. The knock sounded again.
“Mon ami, open this door befo’ I blow it!” Came the impatient voice from the other side.
Laughing he opened the door.
MM
Later that day, Scott was satisfied with what he found about the antimutants group. He had taken the name Peter McGuire and would be in their meeting in the draw. It was around seven o’clock and he decided to go to the point of encounter with the other X-Men that would be arriving.
An hour passed and no signal of the Black Bird. Scott took off his expensive suit for the meeting, and rested his back on the car. The sun was down and there was no star in the black sky… no… there’s one star, shining with the strength of all the others that were missing. Scott sighed and put his hand on the back of his neck. Something must have happened. He glanced at his watch. 9:30 pm. They’d have to cancel their mission for tonight.
He stepped out of the car and headed to the public phone booth in the narrow street. Putting some coins he called the hotel room.
“Oui Scott. When are you guys commin’?”
“Hey. Cancel it. There’s no signal of them, I guess they’re late, but we don’t have more time.”
“But what will they think of it? It’s too suspicious…”
“Do something, throw up in public, receive an ‘important’ call in the lobby saying you have another meeting, anything… but cancel it. Better, postpone it, for another day.”
“Sure.”
“Ok.”
He hung up the phone and immediately searched for more coins in his pocket. He dialed the numbers he knew from mind, his fingers trembling, even if he didn’t know why. He didn’t care if it was suspicious to call from a public phone; he had to know what happened.
“Hello?”
“Hi… who is it?”
“Scott? Scott Summers?”
“Frost?”
A second pause between them as Scott’s fingers stopped trembling. The blonde’s voice came back.
“Good evening, darling, it’s a pleasure hearing your voice again. How are you?”
“I, I’m fine. Thanks. Is…”
“Yes, I’ll pass to her. Good night, Scott.” Scott stood still wondering why her voice was so… sweet. Emma Frost could be a lot of things, but not sweet.
“Scott?” Now was Ororo Munroe’s voice.
“Storm? What are you still doing there? What happened? Jean didn’t tell you that it was an emergency because…”
“Hey, hey, wait a minute, where is Jean? Something went wrong?”
“No, Jean should have told you it was for today and did she already check Emma?... Wait, what do you mean ‘where is Jean’?”
“Well, I mean, where is she? Ha, she should be here by now.”
Scott’s heartbeat got faster. He swallowed hard.
“Isn’t she there?”
“No… Scott are you ok? Jean is not here, but I thought she didn’t take the plane or…”
“No, no, no, she got the Black Bird and flew there.”
“She isn’t here Scott. When did she fly back?”
“She should be there… I mean, we need some reinforcements. Is Logan around?”
“Yes, he’s here.” Logan, who was just passing in front of her chewing an apple, stopped in his tracks and looked at her suspiciously. “But what about Jean? When did she fly back here?”
“This morning, around 5 to 6 am. She should be there, Storm. Something must have happened. Damn…” He murmured, breathing slowly to get his nerves back in place.
“Calm down Scott. She’s fine, you know her.”
“We could use the Cerebra… Ahr, but Professor is in Genosha and Betsy can’t…”
“Don’t worry.” Storm glanced at Emma, who was in her sight at the living room reading a book. “We got it covered.”
“But... Frost.” Scott understood. “I’m not there to judge if she’s trustworthy, but I trust on you to do it, but be careful. Tell Hank to search for the plane. Just find her.” Scott cleared his throat. “I’ll fly back when Logan gets here. Make him fly tonight.”
“Ok.”
“Come with the Black Bird III.”
“Sure. Take care.”
“You too.” She hung up.
“What’s up?” Asked Logan.
“Go get dressed. You’re going to make a tour around Buenos Aires,” she smiled. He grinned back.
“K’.”
As Logan got away, Storm headed to the Lab to find Hank. She wanted to feel confident, but the same feeling Scott felt seeing Jean leaving was floating on her mind. Something was wrong, really wrong.
~Rezumat~
Jean si Scott au o discutie pe tema intoarcerii Emmei Frost (ea fiind membrul care se va alatura echipei),iar Jean il asigura pe Scott ca nu are absolut nici o problema in legatura cu acest lucru.Scott primeste raspunsul putin cam sceptic.Discutia lor atinge apoi cun punct sensibil ... atunci cand Jean face referire la copiii rapiti.Scott isi amintetse ca el si Jean sunt casatoriti de 4 ani,insa de 2 ani Jean isi doreste un copil.El este nevoit sa o refuze mereu,pe motivul ca nu pot avea un copil daca ei isi pun in fiecare zi viata in pericol (copilul ar putea ramane orfan oricand).
In cele din urma Scott accepta.(la sfarsitul conversatiei)
Scott,Jean,Bobby,Rogue,Gambit si LOgan ajung in Buenos Aires,unde incep sa caute copiii disparuti.
Ajunsi la hotel dupa o zi de cautari,Jean primeste un telefon de la Storm(furtuna),care o roaga sa se intoarca (in legatura cu sosirea Emmei Frost).Jean il anunta pe Scott si se pregatetse de plecare.El incerca sa o opreasca,spunandu-i ca are o presimtire rea,insa ea il linisteste si se suie in avion.
Pe drum are loc o defectiune tehnica si avionul se prabuseste on Oceanul Atlantic.
Intre timp X-Men reusesc sa rezolve problema copiilor disparuti.Dupa aceea,cu totii sunt alarmati de disparitia lui Jean (nu aflasera de prabusirea avionului).
Emma soseste in echipa.
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I'm always Jean. And I'm always the Phoenix. I died. I scattered in a trillion directions. And then started to pull together again, outside the White Hot Room. But I'm starting to see now. Parts of me... Parts of me never came home.
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