Inside Xavier's office, the air was thick with tension. Professor Charles Xavier sat across from Ethan and Jean, his fingers interlocked on the desk before him. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes carried a mixture of concern and curiosity. To Ethan's left sat Scott Summers, his face pale, and next to him, the older Jean Grey the one who had lived with them for years. Her hands were clenched into fists as she stole uneasy glances at the younger version of herself. Beside the older Jean, Storm stood silently with her arms crossed, watching the situation carefully. Logan leaned against the far wall, his sharp gaze assessing everyone in the room.
Professor Xavier finally broke the silence. "Let's begin… Jean, what do you remember last?"
The younger Jean hesitated before speaking. "After I absorbed the cosmic entity, the one I now know as the Phoenix, I lost control." She lowered her gaze. "I hurt all of you."
A heavy silence filled the room. No one denied it.
She continued softly, "Then… aliens came after me. It was chaos. I don't remember all the details, but I know I killed them all."
Logan frowned. "Aliens?"
Jean nodded. "Yes. In the final battle, the Phoenix went out of control. It was about to destroy everything. I… I took it into space and let it go, releasing all that power. That caused a massive explosion in space. That's the last thing I remember before waking up in that wasteland with Ethan."
A visible unease settled across the room. Everyone had seen that explosion. They had all believed it was the end of Jean Grey. Even the older Jean had the same memory. She gritted her teeth. That… doesn't make sense. If she really died back then and came back now, then who am I?
Professor Xavier nodded gently. "It's good to have you back, Jean."
But the older Jean's face darkened. "No." Her voice trembled. "She might be an imposter! You can't just accept her like that!"
Everyone turned to her. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "I am Jean Grey! I've been with you all these years! And now you just believe her?!"
Silence.
Logan, still with his arms crossed, spoke in a low tone. "Silence ain't an answer, Chuck. You got an explanation or not?"
Professor Xavier sighed deeply. "She is the real Jean."
The words struck the older Jean like a hammer. She staggered back. "That's… impossible." She turned desperately to Scott and Storm. "Tell me he's wrong."
But Scott looked away, jaw clenched, while Storm lowered her gaze.
Her heart pounded. "No… No! You're lying!"
Scott swallowed hard before finally speaking. "Jean… we found you in a laboratory a few months after the accident."
Her breath hitched. "What…?"
Xavier nodded solemnly. "You didn't remember anything about it. But we have proof. We found data logs. You were created in a lab, Jean. A… clone."
The older Jean shook her head violently. "No… That's not true! That's not possible!"
Professor Xavier placed his fingers on his temple. "Let me show you."
A wave of psychic energy filled the room, and suddenly, everyone's minds were linked. Memories played like a hologram, the cold, sterile facility, the discovery of Jean's cloned body, the data logs confirming her artificial creation, and the failed attempts to trace who had done it. The vision faded as the older Jean's knees buckled. She dropped to the floor, her hands trembling.
"This… this is fake. This is a prank. You're trying to mess with me."
Scott tried to reach out. "Jean..."
She slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" Her voice broke. "You knew. You knew this whole time, didn't you?"
Scott hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."
Storm sighed. "We all did. But the Professor erased our memories for a while. Only recently did we remember everything."
The older Jean looked at them, her eyes full of betrayal. "Lies… You're all lying!"
With that, she turned and rushed out of the room.
Logan cursed and pushed himself off the wall. "Damn it, Chuck! You should've told her earlier. She deserved to know!" He stormed out after her.
Xavier rubbed his temples, exhausted. "Perhaps. But what's done is done." He turned to the young Jean. "Jean, you belong here. No matter what, you are one of us."
Jean, however, felt lost. To her, it had only been moments since she'd last seen these people. Now, she had lost everything, her time, her place, even her identity. Without a word, she turned and ran.
Scott made a move to follow her, but before he could, a firm hand stopped him, it was Ethan. His blue eyes were sharp. "No. You need to go after the other Jean."
Scott hesitated. "But..."
Ethan's grip tightened. "Remember, Scott. You married her after knowing the truth. That means you accepted her for who she is. If you don't go after her now, you'll lose both of them."
Scott's face twisted in conflict, but after a moment, he nodded and ran after his wife.
Ethan sighed, watching him leave. "Idiot."
Storm crossed her arms. "And what about the younger Jean? She's just as lost."
Ethan sighed again. "I'll take care of her." Just as he was about to leave, he paused. "But before I go… doesn't something feel off to you guys?"
Xavier narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Ethan tilted his head. "Maybe someone manipulated you into taking Jean with you back then. Think about it, it was way too easy for you guys to find her in a lab. And why the hell would anyone leave evidence of her being a clone just lying around?"
Professor Xavier's eyes widened, and Storm tensed. "You're saying someone wanted us to find her?"
Ethan nodded. "And if that's true… the real question is: who cloned Jean, and what do they want?"
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Without another word, Ethan turned and walked out, leaving Professor Xavier and Storm deep in thought.
Ethan stepped into the garden, his gaze scanning the area until he spotted Jean beneath the large oak tree. She sat with her knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, staring blankly into the distance. Without a word, Ethan approached and lowered himself onto the grass beside her, stretching his legs out casually.
Jean sighed heavily. "I want to be alone."
Ethan leaned back against the tree trunk, looking up at the sky. "Sometimes, being alone does more harm than good," he said. "Don't worry. I won't talk. I'll just sit here."
Jean didn't respond. She didn't tell him to leave, either. Instead, she kept staring ahead, lost in her thoughts.
Her hands gripped her sleeves tightly. A few minutes of silence passed between them. Then, her shoulders began to shake. A choked sob escaped her lips as she buried her face into her knees. Tears spilled freely, her quiet sniffles breaking the stillness of the garden.
"This isn't fair…" her voice trembled. "Everything has changed."
Ethan remained quiet, letting her speak.
"The Phoenix ruined my life." She clenched her fists. "I was just a girl… then it took over... made me hurt people, made me… something else. Now, I wake up in a different world, and I don't even recognize them anymore. Scott, Storm, Professor… they all feel like strangers."
She turned to him, her eyes glassy and lost. "How do I even fit in now?"
Ethan exhaled deeply before running a hand through his blonde hair. He knew what it meant to lose time, to lose an identity, to wake up in a life that no longer felt like yours. He understood the weight of feeling lost.
Jean let out another shaky breath, and then, without thinking, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Ethan froze for a second, surprised. But when she didn't move away, he relaxed.
His voice was gentle when he finally spoke. "You know, people always say that everything happens for a reason." He gave a faint scoff. "I don't know if I believe that. But I do know this time may have changed, and people may have changed… but you? You're still Jean."
Jean's breathing slowed slightly as she listened.
"I won't tell you it'll be easy," he continued softly, "or that everything will magically make sense overnight. But you're strong. You've always been strong. I'm sure you'll figure this out."
Jean wiped her eyes before sniffling softly. "You sound pretty sure about that."
Ethan smirked. "I've seen enough stubborn people in my life. You're definitely one of them."
Jean let out a weak laugh, the first one since everything happened. For a while, they just sat there in comfortable silence. Ethan didn't push her for more. He didn't tell her to move on, or that things would be fine soon. He just stayed by her side and for now… that was enough.
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On the other side of the mansion, the older Jean stormed into her shared bedroom, her hands shaking as she slammed the door shut behind her. The room was familiar, too familiar. The bed, the pictures on the dresser, the lingering scent of Scott in the air. It was supposed to be her life, yet suddenly, it felt like it belonged to someone else.
Her breath came out in short, uneven gasps as she leaned against the dresser, gripping its edges tightly.
"I'm not real? I'm just… a clone?"
The thought made her stomach churn. If she wasn't the original Jean, then who was she?
The sound of footsteps approaching made her tense. Logan pushed the door open without knocking, his usual gruff exterior softened as he stepped inside.
"Jean..."
"Don't," she snapped, not even turning to look at him.
Logan sighed. "I know this is a lot. But shutting everyone out isn't gonna help."
Jean whirled around, her eyes red and filled with unshed tears. "And what will help, Logan? Huh? Should I just accept that I'm nothing but a copy? That my entire life was a lie?"
Logan clenched his jaw. "You're not a copy."
"Then what am I?" she demanded, stepping closer. "Because according to them, the real Jean is outside, walking around, planning to live her life! My life!"
Logan didn't have an answer. For the first time, he looked away. That silence hurt more than anything. Even Logan, the one person who stood by her for months, who hadn't known the truth couldn't find the words to reassure her.
Before he could say anything else, the door opened again. It was Scott. His face was filled with concern, his brows furrowed as he stepped inside cautiously.
Jean's hands clenched into fists. "Get out."
Scott didn't move. Instead, he took a deep breath and closed the door behind him. "Jean, listen to me," he said, his voice steady but desperate. "I know this is hard to hear. I know you're hurting. But you're not a replacement. You're my wife."
Jean let out a bitter laugh. "Your wife? How can I be your wife when I didn't even know I existed until today?"
Scott took another step forward. "I married you because I love you. Not because I thought you were someone else. Not because you were the 'next best thing.'" His voice cracked slightly. "Because you're you."
Jean staggered back, shaking her head. "But I'm not her. I'm not the Jean you fell in love with."
Scott didn't hesitate. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Jean froze, her body tense against his.
"You are you," he murmured against her hair. "You laugh. You get mad at me. You love fiercely. You fight for what you believe in… That's not something that can be faked. That's not something a 'clone' could just have. That's you."
Jean trembled, her hands slowly reaching up to clutch his shirt. "Scott… I…" her voice cracked. "I don't know who I am anymore."
Scott cupped her face gently, making her look at him. "Then let's figure it out together."
Jean's vision blurred with fresh tears. She didn't know what to believe anymore. But right now, in his arms, in his warmth, she wasn't alone.
And so, she buried her face in his chest and sobbed.
Outside the door, Logan quietly stepped away. He didn't need to hear more. This wasn't his place. Not anymore.