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Previously, on X -Men.

Maybe it's time to think of a life beyond the X -Men?

You mean, leave the team?

What have we been fighting for all these years if not the chance to finally live

our lives?

The X -Men need us here.

Our son will need us more.

Just ever since I was in Gyrick's mind, I can't shake this feeling that

something terrible is coming.

Boy, do I sound like a fool.

No, Jean.

You sound like a mother.

Connection is a fragile treasure, one we sacrifice so much to maintain,

only to then sometimes watch it break in a blink that changes your life forever.

Gene? I need the X -Men.

Her mind is dead.

Vague and uncertain memories. As if her awareness was born only yesterday.

I see a den of confusion and pain.

Some sort of laboratory.

Then, escape.

Desperate. Alone.

On purpose.

And hope.

A home?

Darling, are you all right?

I'm fine, Scott.

But who she is or where she came from remains a mystery.

Well, this isn't going to get confusing or anything.

Let's call this mystery gal in the bed Jean Doe. All in favor?

Hmm. Every moment is a new and shocking valuation of all we have ever been. My

friends, words will fail to prepare you, but the Jean that lies on this couch

would appear to be the actual Jean Grey.

What do you mean, the actual? Actual Jean Grey.

I used gamma rays to isolate the hemoglobin properties of both genes'

markers, effectively carbon -dating each woman on a cellular level.

Uh, English sugar?

Jean Doe is older, the proper age.

Yours, while identical, is not.

Ergo, our Jean is a clone.

Impossible! Jean, I assure you, the science is sound.

What? I have memories. Her mind, it's just fragments.

Your science could have been manipulated by someone with wicked intentions.

Scott, tell them.

Scott?

Beast, confirm your test.

Enough, Kat.

I am Jean Grey, member of the X -Men, one of the first.

I fought by your side in countless battles, given my life how many times?

You know me.

We just have to be sure.

Storm would have believed me.

Please, not now.

Jean, I can take him. He's fine.

Beast's tests won't change the fact that I'm Nathan's mother.

I know. No one is saying that.

Just with the Professor and Storm gone and Magneto here, it's been a lot for

everyone. Scott, I need you to trust me. Trust the life we were going to build.

The life we brought into this world. You and I.

Of course I trust that.

In us.

You never could lie to me, Scott.

But you always believed in me.

I don't know what to believe right now.

Just go.

We should have left when we had the chance.

We could still leave.

Jean. Jean Grey.

Are you Jean?

Hello? Who's there?

Time band's looking slick, Beast. Must be ready soon.

Future's calling me. Once I resolve matters with our superfluous genes, I'll

able to make the final modifications to send you back to your time.

Bishop, you said in your future you hadn't heard of Magneto taking over the

-Men. What about this?

Time isn't some history book, man.

It's always writing, flipping back a few pages, rewriting things, skipping

forward, headed in... Oh, my stars and garters. Scott, you have to get Nathan.

Hank? What's wrong?

Scientists, like artists, have signatures to their work. I know who

a man so dark and twisted he can be described as nothing other than

I don't understand.

Who are you?

Most refer to me as Mr.

Sinister. But you can call me Father.

You! Get away from us!

Your son. I meant for so much more. Let me show you. Never.

You've brought nothing but pain into our lives.

Kidnapping us, running your science experiments just so you could use our

to create it.

You want our son?

Nathan!

Yes. That's why I made you.

Baked you.

So it's true?

I'm not Jean Grey?

Come to me. Only I.

I can usher you and your son to your royal destiny.

You'll come nowhere near my son.

Every cell in you belongs to me. Your mind, your body, you have

no choice.

Time to wake up, my queen.

Struggle, of course.

is quite useless.

My influence over your mind is flawless.

They shall know my inferno!

Ah, Mona, me, maybe Gambit should have played less rough with you in the day.

Huh? But the cards, they wild.

Rematch, then? Well, let's look at the schedule and see who's up next.

Hmm, looks like Magneto and Rogue have the danger room next.

Oh, and Altomorrow, too. Wow.

Rogue's really training her stamina with the new boss.

It don't say that. Stay on patrol.

On second thought, maybe Gammy go look for Rogue right now.

Sure should look for him.

Go easy on him, pal.

Think you just sent his hush puppies up into his stomach.

Hit the shower. I'm gonna go see about a redhead.

Well, one of them.

And then there was more.

Do you see that?

Hello? That you, Gambit?

Logan? One too many redheads for you. Here, need some help with those hard -to

-reach spaces.

Always with the jokes, eh, Morph?

As if I don't know.

As if we all don't know.

You say it ain't so.

Get on back to the swamp with the rest of them nasty thieves and critters, man.

I found myself a real man.

A hero.

Liar!

Monster! Not you.

Not again!

Jean! Nathan!

No, this can't be good.

Demerit, my boy.

Failed to fire a tile with the proper wine. Failed to leave the tea slumped.

Failed nothing, nothing.

You abandoned me, Bishop.

Where's your home?

When is your time?

Where's your home, brother?

I think one of us has the wrong floor.

Cyclops, it's like the worst horror movie ever. The whole mansion's

Yeah,

they can never unsee that.

Downstairs, now!

What the heck is going on? Haven't you figured it out?

We're in hell!

share Sinister's apparent affection for Dante's Inferno, I must ask how he's

exerting this much power over our perceptions of reality.

No, this is the clone.

Roberto, look out!

No deal.

Where the devil are you, my son?

I'm not a Lewis Carroll fan. A little help, please.

You smell like burnt hair.

Yo, Sacklock, hit me!

Pathetic. What does he even see in you?

Sinister's controlling you. You don't have to do this. Who doesn't? Me? Who am

I? Say my name, Scott.

No, allow me.

I am beyond Jean Grey. Beyond the X -Men. I am scorn and fury.

Forged in righteous brimstone.

I am the Goblin Queen.

This was just a taste of what waits for you if you follow.

My suggestion?

Don't. No!

Now who wouldn't hire a stampede of buffalo to do

a home makeover?

Remy.

I'm sorry, Remy. Should have been here.

It okay, Cher.

Gambit okay now.

Cyclops, status report.

Sinister created the clone.

He made her so he could get his hands on our son.

Mr. Sinister? Sinister is the most evil man who ever existed.

He was a scientist in the 1800s. Then he started cutting up mutants, stealing

our DNA to enhance himself, prolong his life.

He can even take away their will.

I should know.

The voices! There's too many! She must not remember how to entirely control her

powers. The sheer magnitude of her psychic abilities are overwhelming her.

How could I lead the team when I can't even protect my own son? My own... her.

Sinister has plagued us far too long, and it is time the madman pay for his

malevolent appropriations.

I can show you where he is.

Are you sure, Morph?

I'm not going to let him hurt anyone.

Rogue Wolverine Beast, tend to our wounded.

I will lead the others in a surgical strike.

Fine. Lead the way.

Born as Scott Summers and Jean Grey.

Do you know why you are my greatest prize?

You random, writhing thing of chance.

The combination of your parents, your genetics, your potential, unlimited,

powers untold.

But first...

You must be made invulnerable. A new breed of perfect creations will be born

this night by my will and genius.

Remember, Jean is Sinister's victim too. She's under his control.

Better listen. I know not what I do.

I knew you'd follow, Scott.

It's all you do.

Just ask the professor.

Fight, Sinister.

Use the powers of your mind.

I do not want to fight you, Conrad. I don't want to fight you either.

I want you to fight for me.

Yes, my queen.

I am power!

Give us the boy, you brimstone clone.

But my telekinetic charm extends beyond mere metal.

Look at you, a villain playing threat topic hero.

I should have you as a toy.

I'm sorry. I didn't want

to...

Shh.

Don't worry.

You'll bleed too.

Done.

I'm riding a bicycle.

Remember how to control it.

Concentrate on my mind, Jeannie. Just my mind. Right here. I'm right here.

Such pain.

I must help. You will. You always did.

Remember who you are. What you mean to us.

To me.

Logan.

I remember you.

My dear, you are not going anywhere. Your body is in no condition.

Beast, please. My body won't be an issue.

This ends now.

You!

Of course.

You took my face, my husband, my family, and now my mind.

Is that all you can remember?

Is she here?

Hello there.

Do you know who I am, Jean?

Mom and Dad called you to help fix me.

They say I think too much.

Don't worry.

All I do is think too.

remember this.

It felt like the first day of the rest of my life.

But what happened?

When did we find our power?

Annie! Watch out!

The best friend died.

It awakened our gifts.

All this pain.

We carry all of this.

No! It's my pain, not yours!

Please! Please, let me help you.

Can you tell me who I am?

Can you say which of these members are yours and which are mine?

Can you?

I think so.

We are what we remember.

And you remember nothing.

You are...

Doesn't he need a name?

I was thinking.

Nathan. How could I forget?

He's more than a memory.

He's a living reminder of the purest love two people can share.

And no one can ever, ever take that away from you.

This is the greatest moment of my life.

Let's go save Nathan.

If only Xavier's orphans knew the future we have in Gollum.

What? Impossible!

You stay away from our son!

Fool! You have doomed the boy!

Ours are nothing against mine.

It's over, Sinister.

Is it now?

Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away.

Your house is on fire and your child all gone.

Oh, God. Nathan.

It's a techno -organic virus strain.

Sinister was likely exposing Nathan to it in the hopes of making him

Figure it out, Beast. Please.

Sinister's variant is too advanced.

It could take months, even years, to develop a cure.

And the virus is already spreading rapidly.

There's no time.

So what you're saying is not here, not in our time.

But what if there's a cure in yours, Bishop? In the future, Beast nearly

your time band.

I do know a guy there.

Smart. Can build anything.

This band only got enough juice for Nathan and I.

Meaning we can't go with you.

Oh, no, no. There has to be another way. I won't be like my father. I won't

abandon my son.

We said we'd give him the best possible future.

It's what we promised.

Don't any of you know how it feels to be abandoned?

I won't have him feel that.

He won't feel abandoned.

I promise.

I can't be a part of this.

I'm sorry.

There'll be days.

When you're lonely or scared or you ask yourself why we did this, is something

wrong? But you are perfect, my baby.

Know in our time here, we thought about you endlessly.

How your voice we sound, your laughter, how you smile.

We love you so much, Nathan.

But owe you nothing less than the best possible future.

And that is one without us in it.

Remember.

Wait.

This is your home, too.

How much do you remember?

It's strange, but most everything.

Then you know how much I've wanted to go. To start a new life.

It's not fair.

We don't know when Sinister switched us. Who really was the Phoenix?

Which of us married Scott?

All we have now is the future.

An unknowable future built on an unknowable past.

My next life will be mine.

Take care, Jean.

Call me Madeline Pryor.

Farewell, Madeline.

Farewell, Jean.

Shame about the weather.

No summer like a Texas summer. But I wouldn't give if someone could just make

rain. Speak plainly. Who are you?

Name's Forge, Storm.

An old friend of Charles Xavier.

I'd like to help you get back what you've lost.