{A/N: So, I'm trying something new here… I don't want to spoil the end of the chapter but I think you'll be surprised at the twist. It takes place post-3rd movie and I'm quite proud of this little chappie. But fair warning, I'm writing this down in a journal and typing it up so don't expect immediate updates. It might take a week or more to update this fic. I have a life so maybe longer, depends.}

Warning:

M/M in later chapters… Yes, my pairing chosen is Logan/Scott.

Disclaimer:

I really and honestly don't own X-Men so you can't sue me for just being a rabid fan…

Chapter 1- Rise of Scott Summers

"Please…" Jean whispered to Logan. She knew it wouldn't end if she was still alive. She would continue to kill and lose control of the very power that possessed her. Logan was the only one she could depend for this, the only one who could survive it. Grief, sorrow, and hesitation filled the man as he watched Jean destroy everything around them. "Pleas Logan…" she tried again. She knew how hard this was going to be for him but it had to be done, and he had to be the one to do it. "I've killed so many…" a tear rolled down her face. He clenched his hands into fists. There really was no other choice. "Kill me Logan!" she cried out in desperation, she lost control over the Phoenix when Charles died, she refused to be its puppet any longer.

Logan looked into her eyes, they may have been almost black but he could see "Jean" in there, but she was trapped in a body that she no longer could control. It wasn't fair but this was the way it had to be, there was no other path, no other road. If it didn't end here, it wouldn't end at all. Logan grit his teeth and his claws shot out with a metallic sound and he brought them up into Jean's torso. There was a sharp, soft gasp and Logan could feel that his cheeks were wet from the tears.

~Thank you Logan…~ Jean whispered in his mind. ~Now… Go save Scott.~

"What…?" he stared in confusion at her, tears still running down his face with the sweat.

~Scott's still alive… at the bottom… of Lake… Alkali…~ Logan could fell her spirit waning fast, then with a soft exhale of breath, Jean Gray was gone. Logan let out a sob of despair and held her close. He had honestly loved and cared for her, and by his hand she was gone, like a flame in the wind. He continued to sob over her body when a gentle hand touched his shoulder. Ororo was looking at him, tears staining her face. She had seen it all and she knew the pain that Logan was going through losing Jean for a fourth time. The first to Scott, the second at the lake, and the third when she became the Phoenix. It was going to destroy Logan sooner or later knowing it all might have been his fault. But Ororo knew better than that, nothing that happened here was Logan's fault.

"You didn't have a choice Logan, it wasn't your fault. There was no other way." Logan let out a shaky breath as he tried to compose himself, Hank approached slowly and took Jean's body from Logan's arms. The grieving man took a few deep breaths before attempting to speak.

"She told me something interesting 'Ro…" Ororo watched in curiosity as Logan tried to decide the best way to break the news. "Jeanie told me Scott's still alive at the bottom of Alkali Lake."

"What?!" she gasped, her eyes wide in shock.

Logan nodded. "He's still alive, and we have to find him. We need Cyke back." Kitty ran up to them, sweat and dirt covered her face, the boy that started the cure panic followed close behind her.

"Everyone's okay, we're all ready to go home." Logan gave the girl a ghost of a smile.

"Then let's get the hell out of Dodge." Ororo leaned against Logan and muttered:

"I'm here if you ever need me. It's not good to keep it all bottled up with no where to go. And I'm not the only one, you can lean on any of us. We'll all help you Logan." Logan nodded.

"I know 'Ro, I know. But right now my main concern is getting to Scotty before he wakes up and get him home where he belongs."

"I found an underground hanger where the rest of the military put their jets." Kitty ignored the touching moment between the two friends. Logan perked up at that.

"Hey fur ball, do you think you can operate one of their jets?" Hank glowered at the nickname.

"I don't see why not… How different can they be from our own jet?" Ororo nodded.

"It shouldn't be, but I don't care, I just want get off this island and go home." Logan and the others chuckled at that and muttered agreements. Kitty led them to where she had stumbled onto the extra jets. During the walk Logan tried not to look at Jean's body, he tried not to remember and tried to focus on Scott. Scott, whom was alone at the bottom of the cold dark lake. What was it like to open your eyes and all you would see was dark, murky water, knowing the woman you had loved wasn't that woman anymore? Was Scott even aware he was there? Ororo touched Logan's shoulder again to snap him out of his thoughts. They boarded the jet and strapped in. Hank had gotten the jet up and running with no complications and they were off home.

Scott felt a warm feeling fill his gut, his eyes fluttered open to see nothing but dank gray water. Gray. Jean. She was gone, and Logan was searching for him. Home. That was all he wanted. Home in the halls of the mansion, the classes, the students, but he could wait till Logan came for him. He would have to… His eyes closed and he drifted in the telepathic bubble Jean had placed him in.

Logan jerked awake as the jet landed, Ororo glanced at him with concern. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired. It's been a hell of a ride and I just want it to end so I can rest." Ororo nodded with understanding and muttered.

"Go get our fearless leader. We just might need him back." Logan jumped from the jet and started but Ororo called out. "Be careful Logan, we don't know what Jean did to him." Logan gave her a salute and rushed off as Hank came out holding Jean's body.

"What was that about?"

"Logan was told Scott was alive and ow he's leaving to get him." Hank gave her a shocked look.

"How is that possible?" She shrugged. She honestly had no clue but she had the feeling that if anyone could help Logan through the grief it would be Scott.

Logan fired up the truck and peeled out of the school yard and through the gate. Now it was a race against time to get to Scott before he woke up. God only knows what Jean did to the kid. Logan gripped the steering wheel as he pushed the truck's limits. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had to get there as soon as possible.

Scott felt Logan's getting closer and stronger. He moved a bit as the waiting caused his muscles to twitch with anticipation. He wanted to see Logan, to take away the hurt Jean left him. He wanted to see his home, ready to teach and to spread his wisdom, but he wanted to help Logan first.

Logan held his breath as the lake came into view, he frantically searched for signs of life, signs that Scott was awake or alive. God please don't let him be too late. He threw his truck into park and he quickly sprinted into the wood towards the lake. He reached the very spot where he had found Scott's floating glasses, he was almost shaking from the anxiety.

"Scott!" he called. Silence reached him and he stripped his jacket and boots. He took a step into the cool water. "Scott!" he yelled louder. Nothing.

Scott took a breath at the sound of his name and his eye sprang open. A surge of power pushed free and the bubble was broken. Water threatened to swallow Scott. He pushed out, running on instincts alone and the water pushed away from him. He pushed again and the water began to curl away from him. His eyes were a bright crystal blue and Logan watched in amazement as the water sank underneath Scott. He began to rise with the rocks and boulders, the form rose slowly rose and the water crashed down. Scott touched his feet on the water's surface and began to walk to a floating Logan. Logan was slowly set down and when Scott reached the shore he collapsed and Logan could only catch him. He was soaking wet and freezing. Logan grasped for his jacket and wrapped it around Scott. It was happening again. Logan didn't know how this was possible but it was. Scott has Jean's powers now. Hank had to see him and find out how on God's green earth this had happened.

He hoisted the lithe form of Scott up and carried him to the truck. Nothing made sense but Logan was determined to get to the bottom of this. He walked back to the truck mindful of Scott's head and the trees. He placed Scott in the back seat and climbed into the driver's seat. He fired up the truck and he began the long drive home. Hopefully Hank could figure out what exactly happened to Slim.

Scott slowly opened his eyes to florescent light bearing down on him. He hadn't seen light in the last few months from being down in the lake. He could hear a soft collection of voices and he focused on the image of a wall blocking them out. At least that's how Jean described it once to him. He sighed when they died out. He focused on the two voices talking. One was Logan and the other sounded faintly like Hank McCoy. Blue eyes glanced around and saw Logan talking with Hank and Scott focused on the conversation.

"I don't know Logan, I can't explain it."

"There must be a way to explain this. The kid just doesn't have lasers coming out of his eyes one day then get set into a lake for a few months and come up a telepath. Shit just doesn't work like that." Hank nodded.

"And I agree with you on that but there's no way to explain how Jean did this."

"Jean kissed me… Could that be a possible way to explain how she did this to me?" Scott sat up, tired of hearing them argue.

"Scott…" Logan whispered and went over to help Scott up. "Take it easy…"

"I feel fine, but thanks Logan." Scott brushed him off as he stood to face Hank. "Jean kissed me when she came out of the lake. It felt like my whole being was on fire and the next thing I know I'm in a telepathic bubble in middle of the lake. I saw everything through Jean's eyes up till Logan killed her." He felt Logan flinch and take a sharp intake of breath. He was going to have to get Logan through the stages of grieving so the feeling of drowning in Logan's misery would vanish.

"That could be a very possible theory on how you got Jean's powers. But it wasn't just Jean's powers you received, there are tell-tell signs of the Phoenix in you." Scott froze, fear chilled his very core and his breathing stopped. Logan touched Scott when fear filled his nostrils.

"Scott?" the boy was pale and shaking. If the Phoenix was truly inside of Scott, then how was he to control it? If Jean couldn't get a grip on it then what made him he could get a control on it. It was going to destroy him. And that scared the hell out of him He glanced at Logan and he decided that he would never allow anymore blood on Logan's hands. He felt Logan's grip tighten on his shoulder and his voice spoke softly:

"Don't worry Slim, I won't let the same that happened happen to you." Scott turned and tears clung to his eyelashes.

"Don't make a promise you can't keep Logan… please." but Logan didn't hear him or at least he didn't want to.

"I'll take care of him Hank. If anything happens I'll bring him here."

"I want him here for frequent check-ups to monitor the Phoenix part of his powers. I want to try and see how it progresses and if Scott has the ability to control it." But in Scott gut he knew, he knew he wouldn't be able to control this. It would kill him the same way it killed Jean and there was only person who could stop it, and there was no way he could handle the death of another teammate. Scott feared for Logan's sanity.