It's been years since he first entered Xavier's. Then, it was the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. At first he was, of course, scared. He had left all he had ever known behind to learn how to control his developing power to create a impenetrable force field while rocketing through the air with amazing force. It was his family which he missed the most, they were everything to him. Now he returns to this school with those same feelings churning through his body. This time he is leaving behind a totally different kind of family, those that have come to be collectively known as X-Force. But in his heart he knows what he is doing is right. He hears a slight knocking at his door, and puts down the photo album which is housing his most sacred pictures and memories.

"Come in."

The door opens revealing the strikingly beautiful Jean Grey-Summers. She has been many things in her life, a student, a hero, a model, and most recently a figurehead.

"Hello Sam, you're still up too?"

"Yeah, ah couldn't sleep, with the Dawn hittin' us so close to home an all."

"It worries me too, but I think there is more to your insomnia than you let on. Its okay to be nervous about leaving X-Force, you've been through this before."

"Jean, Ah'm not nervous for myself. Ah feel at home here. Its my team Ah'm worried about. You saw them when the Professor died, just a shell a' their former selves. Ah just fear what may be next for 'em."

"That's all very understandable Sam. But all of the X-Men have been truly affected by Charles dying. But if we can't pull through this then he would have died in vain, that is not right. I can't let his dream fail now Sam, it's mine too."

"We all share the dream. Ah remember when he first brought us into the school. When Ah became leader of the New Mutants, Ah was proud. Of course Ah was scared, but still proud. Ah know what Scott must have felt like. It makes the Professor's dream that more important to me, because he picked me to uphold it."

"It's a burden and a blessing Sam." The friendly yet stern voice of Scott Summers is proof of why he leads the X-Men.

"Scott, we were just talking about you." Jean said with a smile as she embraced her husband.

"Sam, as a leader, no matter what you do you will always worry about your team. That's what makes you a good leader. But if you let it consume you, you can't be there for them later on. Understand?"

"Yes Scott. I do, they're my family."

"So are we Sam."

The three hug. Each one understanding the fears and the hopes of the others for one main reason, they are the same. But happiness is never long lasting when the X-Men are involved.

As the night turns to day the other members of the X-Men awake. And as the day stretches along the X-Men hope to see their future.

Standing there, they each look on as Jean Grey-Summers places her hands on the forehead of her husband Scott. The good doctor Henry McCoy looks on in amazement. He has seen it happen so many times but whenever Jean uses her powers it never ceases to amaze him. Sam Guthrie stands in his uniform proudly wearing the "X" insignia which has meant so much to so many over the years. Around him are those he has always looked up to, but now he can call them equals. And off, in the back, stands Ororo Munroe. Of all the X-Men she is by far the most regal, once even revered as a goddess. But no matter how beautiful or proud she may seem on the outside, she stands in the back near the shadows for a reason. She has something to hide.

"Jean, are you ready to enter Scott's mind?" Hank asked.

"Yes Beast, and hopefully we will be able to unlock the secrets Xavier had planted in Scott's head."

Energy surrounds her. It flows around like light with its own soul. Almost like a living being. Suddenly her eyes flare and the energy assumes the shape of a bird. It soars into the head of Scott Summers.

The mind is a strange thing. Full of shadows darker than the empty coldness of space itself where no light exists, and places so bright that they shine with the intensities of a thousand suns. But, the majority of the mind is not so black or white. It is gray, with memories and emotions blazing true, manifesting themselves as anything the imagination can concoct. And now the psi form of the woman known as Phoenix finds herself inside her lover's mind, which , since the death of Xavier, has become a place she is not as familiar with as she once was.

"Scott. Are you there?"

"I'm here. It's now or never Jean. I have to know the message the Professor left in my mind. I've seen so little of it, and you know how it torments me."

"Scott focus on the message. Think of the glimpses that you have seen."

A crystal begins to emerge from the fingertips of the psi-body of Scott Summers. The crystal is like a void, no light emits from it. From the darkness images flashed before them. One of a man with flowing white hair. Another of a man bathing in the power of white light. Then Scott Summers sees himself. Then his brother Alex Summers. And then before him another man, one with energy leaking from both hands one with the power of light, the other with darkness. The images race before them, each a piece to the gigantic puzzle that is the future. Pain coursed through their minds as they saw each picture, until neither could stand it. They both fell back to their corporal forms.

Standing by, Storm ran to the aid of her fellow X-Men. Gently, she shook them by their shoulders.

"Scott, Jean, are you alright?"

Slowly Scott took a breath as Jean's eyes opened.

"We'll be just fine, Ororo. But I don't think we got to see what we really wanted."

"What do you mean?" Storm inquired.

"When I tried to access Scott's 'memories of the future' we couldn't," Jean answered. "Just a large mess of feedback. The backwash of visions was too much for us to handle. Its almost like a psionic alarm. As soon as I tried to see his visions that are planted deep in his mind, his mind automatically fought back."

"Jean, do you think it possible that when the Professor implanted these visions into our colleague's head, he did so knowing we would try to dive into them?" Beast asked. "Could he have put up a barrier? One even you couldn't pass?"

"I don't know, Hank," Jean replied. "But it does seem logical doesn't it. But why? Why would Charles hide something so important from us?"

"I know why Jean. He trusted me with these visions because he knew they would be safe. He barricaded them in my mind."

"I see where you are going with this..." Hank began. "Unfortunately, for some reason, the dam holding these visions back has sprung the proverbial leak."

"Right," Scott said. "First off we don't know what Charles Xavier intended when he implanted these visions. I know I wasn't supposed to see them. But if I wasn't supposed to see them, why did he put them in me? This was never supposed to happen. And now whatever damaged the barrier has left it impossible to fix."

"Scott, if I have learned one thing as a member of the X-Men," Beast began "its that nothing is impossible.

"Ahhh!" Jean screamed.

Scott Summers, her husband and lover, ran to her side.

"Jean what is it?" Her friends are concerned, especially her life partner.

"Scott, when Xavier left all he had ever learned to me. His knowledge and the key to his power, he tought me how to always keep scanning the surface of the minds of the X-Men. Its Logan. He needs us."

NEXT ISSUE: What has happened to Wolverine? What will happen to Cyclops if the visions he was not meant to see keep coming? And who is Payne?