Jean dreams....
Jean had been staying with Eddie since her return on New Years Eve, content to be with him once more although as the days passed she was once more feeling restless. Unsettled. Like she was missing something or someone. Which of course made perfect sense to her. She was missing her brother. The time they'd spent together at the Haven had been wonderful, but it was clear that he was building a life for himself there, just as she'd been building a life for herself with Eddie. Fortunately, Haven wasn't too far from the home she shared with her lover, making frequent trips both easy and desirable, especially since if she wished to stay over night at the mansion, the professor had made it abundantly clear that she was welcome.
At the same time, she didn't want to spend too much time with Nate. He reminded her of the darkest secrets her father had kept, and while she loved and adored both her father and her half-brother, it made her come repeatedly face to face with the fact that her Daddy hadn't been... well, he hadn't been the man she'd always thought he was. It wasn't just that she'd held him up on a pedestal, although like many young girls she of course had. It was that the nature of the lie cut at the very fabric of the bonds that had tied them together as family.
As she slept, she often dreamed. Dreamed of her parents, and her sister, and of the brother they hadn't known about. She'd dream of them all as one happy family. Sometimes she'd dream of them all fighting, seperate.
It was in the middle of one such dream, her mind already on Nate as she watched his dream-face tear up, that she felt herself pulled in such a way that it felt physical. Tugged through the ether by a presence that was familiar and yet... not.
What she saw then was enough to have her screaming mentally until her mind felt raw, torn apart with the visions and the fear and pain and suffering of a darkened world.
What felt like years later she sat up in bed with a start, her hand clutching her chest, her throat sore from weeping.