From the Ashes

Hello all... This is odd, but .. I'm back. I've been living in the Midwest for the past 9 months, I was not dead... (I'm unsure if I ever can, really), but the Phoenix side of my personality is gone. I promise you all. It's gone. It died when I died.

I do know this is horribly confusing and I understand if you have any questions, so please post here, I'll answer all of them the best I can.

I'll be resuming my work in the lab downstairs and for the moment, will not be participating in any team strategies in the Danger Room. I hear we have quite a good team already.

Oh, and my hair is not red right now, so don't be alarmed if a brunette stranger comes up to you.

Jean Grey.

"Jean..."

She felt it. Jean felt the call.. it was very short and meek, but the call was there. She had been supressing her telepathy for so long, the voice almost scared her as she whipped around to see if it was he speaking to her. But no one was there in the dark.

"Jean..."

"No... no..." Jean pressed her head. "I can't speak to you..." She tried to will it away.

"Jean..."

Jean flopped her pillow over her head and squeezed. It couldn't be him. Not him. She couldn't talk to him. Not yet. She wasn't ready.

"OK..."

And Jean knew she spoke to the voice, which wasn't what she wanted to do in the first place. And she may have to go back sooner than she'd planned.

( Like a Phoenix )