Nostalgia

Oh. The good ol' days. When it was just the five of us. No offense to the many others that sport and have sported the X over the years. I'm just being nostalgic. I found this picture in a shoebox in my room. It's not even my shoebox, as I've never owned a pair of Reebok's in my life.

And upon further investigation, I found several photographs of myself. It was creepy, to say the least. There were also plenty of notes inside, scribbled in a handwriting that I know all to well. Scott.

All these years, Scott has been stalking me. Professor. I'm afraid. What if he's out there. Right now. Watching me. I feel... dirrty.

Much Needed Break

I escaped the Infirmary and Hank's excessive questions about my health to go for a fly. Boy did it feel good. This whole week has been nothing but one thing after another. Charles' supposed kid. "Jean" going crazy. The real Jean being reborn. Emma meeting her double. Oh yeah, Gaia died or something too. But the sky is such a retreat. I love it. There is no other feeling than that of flying through the sky as fast as one can, soaring above everything, forgetting all that happens below.

If anyone needs me, I can be found flying around.

I do have my communicator on me. But please, emergencies only.

Fireflies

I awoke on board the ship, apparently missing Gaia's epic battle with the Dark Phoenix. I had no clue what had happened, and while everyone gawked over the heroic young woman I made my way to one of the ships windows, staring out.

I saw what can only be described as a faint outline of fire, wafting back down to earth. I would have told everyone, but I was so hoping that Jean was not really dead. And now I know she's not. But if this is a good thing, or not, is left to be seen.

I hope the new Jean doesn't go crazy. Maybe some of our other resident telepaths would know what could possibly become of this faint remnant of the Phoenix Force.

About Elisabeth

So, since her return to the living, many people have asked me what I thought and felt. I couldn't care less about her being back. That's how I feel.

Yes. It was sad she died. But now that she's back, people are expecting me to leave Paige behind and shack up with her again. It doesn't work like that people. We broke up for a reason. She's a trecherous, lying whore. End of story.

I know Jean, no matter how crazy-evil she is, will agree with me on this, as Betsy first tried seducing Scott, yet no one gave her mess about it. Then, after I saved her life, she openly flirted with that Neal guy, who quickly hooked up after her death. Now I hear she's spending alot of time with Rachel.

Anyhow. Her actions have led me to believe she is not worth my time. Or life, but I'll leave that judgement up to Miss Grey-Summers.

Anyhow. I set off on a new adventure today. I called up Jean and we met up. She was more tame, but still flared up everynow and then. Frying our waiter at the cafe. The poor boy never saw it coming. We set out to right wrongs and fight evil again. Just like old times. We plan on calling up Scott, Hank and Bobby. Hopefully they're not too busy nowadays.

First Sighting

Well. I cannot believe you people talked me into doing this. Like anyone wants to read about my boring life. Anyhow, I am here. I will try to keep it interesting. Maybe I'll post my run ins with bad guys or something. Or my escapades into town. But until then, you are stuck with this skimpy introduction. Maybe more. Later though. I have a business meeting now.