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This Life is Overwhelming and I'm Ready for the Next One

Summary:

The words were broken pieces, fragments of images rushing before her eyes. She only knew vague flashes of past events, words that she said? Were they unresolved? It burned deep in her mind trying to fish for any semblance of information she could get. All she could remember without pain was a large bird of fire, and the name for such a creature: Phoenix.

Twelve years after Jean's death on Alcatraz, she is reborn. Her body is younger now, and she has no recollection of her past. What she knows of her past self is from other's memories and she would rather die than become a monster again. Being a shadow of the past, and the expectations that come with it, are harder than it seems. Will Jean be able to handle it? Will she become the Dark Phoenix again?

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Notes:

I apologize for the terrible summary, but I do have a lot of this already written so I'll be posting it all at once. I'm not sure if this will get completed, as I've written parts of it over the last few years, but it is a work I continuously come back to.

Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The words were broken pieces, fragments of images rushing before her eyes. She only knew vague flashes of past events, words that she said? Were they unresolved? It burned deep in her mind trying to fish for any semblance of information she could get. All she could remember without pain was a large bird of fire, and the name for such a creature.

 

“Phoenix…” the word fell from her lips as she was finally conscious of the fact she was rising from the ground, out of the cage she had been unconscious in for a few days. She glanced at the headstone behind her. Jean Grey, that must have been her name. It felt familiar...like home. Was she home? She couldn’t remember, it burned again, and she hissed in pain, letting out a psychic shriek, louder than any before, passing out from the pain.

 

She woke up in someone’s arm, the bounce of them walking while carrying her waking her from her slumber. She felt another presence nearby, whispering. Her consciousness was still questionable and she could only catch a part of their speech. “But I killed her, Storm, with my own hands.”

 

“I know, but this is exactly how she looked when she was 18. I have the pictures to prove it, Logan. It’s her.”

 

Notes:

Sorry that this first chapter is so short, but I felt the need to publish as its own chapter since this was the very first part of the story. I originally wrote it as just a drabble of sorts, but it’s slowly morphed into this multiple chapter fiction. I even came up with an outline and overall story arc that I wish to fulfill. However, I do usually tend to give up halfway through for something of this length. Hopefully, I publish this after I finish the entire work and not beforehand (which I haven't completed as of this posting). Either way, the rest of the chapters will be longer and any feedback is appreciated!