Empty. No sound, no warmth, no color. Just cold, icy white. In the never ending expanse of the White Hot Room was a prison to the burning life force of the Phoenix, Jean Grey. Once a mutant, now something close to godlike, the woman sat in repose. Her eyes were closed, face relaxed to the closest she could ever come toward peace. Her mind wandered.
Green leaves, the rich brown of the earth. She could see it, but she couldn't experience it. She longed for the cool feel of the wind against her cheek, the feather soft sensation of fingers trailing against flesh.
Her thoughts changed toward home. In a blur of movement and color the scenery changed. The sun was setting. A familiar silhouette was gilded by it's fiery rays. "Logan." she breathed.
As if he heard her, the man turned. Jean sighed as his face came into view. His ice blue eyes searched for a moment. Finding nothing he turned to face the sunset.
Before him a marble monument loomed. Jean knew this place. Her grave. Her breath caught. Had Logan yet to move on? "Logan..." she sighed sadly.
Voices came from down the path. Two familiar voices. The clipped and refined accent of Emma Frost mingled with the ever warm voice of Scott. Jean's heart squeezed. The two came in sight.
Their hands were entwined, eyes locked on each other. Jean's thoughts went to the moment before she died. "Live Scott. Live." she smiled. It was about time he'd begun listening to her. "Logan? Scott was speaking. "Come on back to the mansion."
Logan turned to Scott. "Sorry Summers, but I'll leave when I'm ready."
Scott and Emma stood silently for a moment. "Jean would want you to let go Logan, m'dear." Emma spoke softly.
Logan said nothing. Soon the two disappeared down the path. Jean sighed again. Logan needed to say goodbye. He needed to let go.
Jean moved closer to Logan, her fingers trailing through his hair. Not that he knew she was here. The sun sank behind the horizon, its ruby glow sending one last wave of light across the landscape. Logan stood and pressed his palm against the monument. "Bye Jeannie." he whispered.
Jean's eyes opened in the White Hot Room. The room's cold walls stung her eyes, they were so much brighter than the colors of Earth. Her emerald eyes filmed over. Logan had said goodbye. Scott had moved on. Jean smiled. Good. The familiar burn of the Phoenix wrapped around her as the tears fell. "Live she whispered softly. "Live."