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It was the calm before the storm. One thing was for certain, and that was that the Hellfire Gala was going to cause a rather large splash. Emma would accept nothing less and Jean was culpable as well in regards to feeding the frenzy; the Gala had become the time for the X-Men to announce their newest iteration of the team through the telepathic vote. There wasn’t enough time to see anyone anymore, so Jean was getting creative. That, in this instance, included bringing Logan to her final fitting for her Gala costume. 

As Jumbo worked to attach the cape between the shoulder blades, Jean glanced back at the Canadian. He hadn’t even attended the Gala last year, opting instead to work security. For the second year in a row, Jean would arrive on the arm of her husband. It was just this time that everyone’s eyes would be on them unfavorably. Jumbo stepped back and Jean carefully moved to descend from the dais.

“Does it look okay?” She took the green and gold in before smiling slightly as she switched gears. “You know, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll nominate you for the X-Men vote. You’d be a great addition to the team.”

[marvelgiirls]

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It had taken her a little while to realize what had happened. Jean felt off but she assumed it was from the rebirth. Her body looked like her own when she glanced down, so she had gotten up and had a cup of coffee. She had read the paper and stared at the sun rising over Krakoa. It wasn’t until Jean had glanced in the mirror that she had realized. The red hair was only a shade darker than her own. The features had the same curves but different edges. It was like looking into a mirror that was slightly distorted. Her interactions with Madelyne Pryor had, for the most part, been minimal.  They didn’t exist at the same time and whenever a photo happened to be present she had turned her head. How easy it had been for a replacement to slide in. Madelyne was the red headed telepath who took here life. Her husband, the son Jean had never gotten to have... Madelyne had, for a time, had it all.

Although still a telepath, Jean’s movements around Krakoa felt lost and untethered. This body had been made off of her own. They shared a genetic template but she had never consented to being cloned. It all felt too wrong. Spotting dark hair and a visor, the woman in the body of Madelyne Pryor redirected her course so that she could end up by her husbands side.

“Scott, thank you.” Jean latched onto his arm. “I’m so glad to see you. And, also don’t panic. I’m not Madelyne. It’s Jean. Your Jean, not the mini me.”

[wolviejr]

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It had been over a few days since Jean’s murder and he had finally returned home to the mansion. He had worked through some of his grief with Jean and his anger towards Erik and was finally ready to deal with Logan. He told himself that he’d talk it out with him but he knew if his temper rose that wouldn’t be happening. Jimmy reeked. Spending days without shower amid countless miles of travel and the fight in Time Square and he looked a mess he was caked in mud, dirt, and blood while his clothes were tattered and burnt to pieces. That being said the students gave him a rather wide birth. As soon as he swung the doors open he was instantly heading for Logan’s office, unfortunately for the both of them he saw him before he has mentally prepared. 

Catching him in the hallway before his office he clenched his jaw feeling the metal coat his bones and fangs. His heart began to pound until it was all he could hear. As his claws inched his way out of his own fists all he could imagine were Logan’s plunging into Jean’s chest as she stared into Jimmy’s eyes in her final moment of clarity. 

“LOGAN!!!” He roared as he crouched down and sprinted straight towards his so called father. As he ran at him students were running and jumping out of his way before he leaped into a tackle. Making contact with his father he plunged both sets of claws into his sides and took him down with him. Too enraged to speak the only thing that came from his mouth were growls and spiddle.

[wolviejr]

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“Old man.” Jimmy said as he knocked on the door frame of Logan’s temporary room. He was in a black tank top with his arm about a tenth of the way regrown. He was surprised to see himself coming to Logan. Entering the room not waiting for permission to enter he tossed him a can of beer. “Let’s talk.”