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Moment of Awesome - Jean Grey/Phoenix: After David Haller's mind is "fixed" by Radha, Jean takes it upon herself to put her friend back together. Jean moved back to admire their work. "Not bad, if I do say so, myself," she said, turning to glance at Tami. But the other woman was gone. "M . . . me, too." Jim stood behind her, a hand pressed to his forehead as he tried to reorient himself. Here in the core of his own mind his astral form was an unmasked patchwork: the same visible fusion of two psyches that had emerged beneath Jean's brush as she painted the pieces of David into the gaps of Jemail. However, the joins were smooth, organic, like long-healed scars. Slowly, he lowered his hand and gave Jean a shaky smile. "This . . . isn't a dream?" he asked, and there was uncertainty in the question. "No," Jean said, letting him take his time. "Well, we're in your mind so...yes, technically. But I'm really here. Was it a dream for you before?" "I don't know what it was." The smile faltered. A spasm passed across his face. "It . . . hurt." The man took a deep breath and looked around the blackness. Rather than worrying him, he seemed to regard the void as an old friend. "They let you through the gate, huh?" he asked, his voice a little stronger now. "I can remember pieces. I'm sorry we gave you a hard time." Jean smiled softly. "I only had the one. And she was fine. Except for...a little crankiness, but I'm used to that with patients. Quentin and Hope are the ones you might need to have a talk with," she said. She studied him. "Are you okay?" Jim laughed. "Honestly? Not really." He pulled out a cigarette and lighter and lit up. The affectation was instinctual, his movements growing more confident as he worked through the familiar posture. He took a long drag and held it, concentrating on the sensation of warmth settling into his lungs as his mind slowly settled into itself. At last, Jim exhaled. "But we're getting there." Two simple black chairs appeared, and Jean took a seat. "I'd say take your time but...Charles is on the outside waiting. He was trying to keep the pieces that Quentin and Hope found together. But now that they are...I'll let you decide when you want to go back," she said. The end of the cigarette glowed as Jim took another drag. He exhaled again, and for a long time he just watched the smoke curl into the darkness. "Charles is here?" he said at last. "He's been here off and on from Muir since you went catatonic. It's been...about a month. He wanted to bring you there but you wouldn't have it. Not sure why the Medlab had to get wrecked as a statement but...he let you stay. Luckily enough things got better and your alters started coming back," Jean said. She shrugged. "And then, here you are." "I guess I just never got used to the idea people would bother to show up for me." Jim flicked his eyes to meet Jean's, one blue, one brown -- obvious artifacts of the two men he'd been made from. "Thank you." Jean smiled. "You're welcome. And welcome back. We all missed you."